Lyrics

[Chorus] All my West Coast G's keep it gangsta (Gangsta) All my dirties in the South keep it gangsta (Gangsta) My East Coast thugs keep it gangsta (Gangsta) My Midwest homies keep it gangsta [Verse 1] They wanna see me fallin', see me stallin', see me crawlin' They wanna see me at the bottom feedin', never ballin' They wanna take my name, take my game, and take the fame Every goddamn thing I claim, they put me in the hall of shame So I'ma take some aim, hit them with this ball of flame Now, who's the one to blame? Shit been like this before I came, man So suck your candy cane, you and your homies be switchin' lanes Mе and my homies gonna stay the same Y'all gon' play [?] I told y'all I got kids to feed I told y'all not to fuck with minе and me I know about your lie, and you'd see I still ain't got [?] It's the C-double-O-L-I-to-the-O From the CPT with the motherfuckin' flow Y'all motherfuckers better let me know Y'all motherfuckers better let me grow [Chorus] All my West Coast G's keep it gangsta (Gangsta) All my dirties in the South keep it gangsta (Gangsta) My East Coast thugs keep it gangsta (Gangsta) My Midwest homies keep it gangsta [Verse 2] I know it's hard in the yard and it's cold 'hind the bars There's some days you gotta start, but you allergic to the law So you called on the Lord, seems you gotta play the part God knows that you hard, now he's testing your heart It's getting rough in there, tough in there, no bluffin' there [?] get you stuck and cops are watchin' near No club, no Kool-Aid, be scared, but don't you show no fear 'Cause they can smell a punk a mile away like loud and clear He hearin' voices in his head, feelin' dead in his head He called, but ain't nobody talk to him there He was ballin' on the set, shot callin' on the set Now he layin' in the cell with his hand on his dick [Chorus] All my West Coast G's keep it gangsta (Gangsta) All my dirties in the South keep it gangsta (Gangsta) My East Coast thugs keep it gangsta (Gangsta) My Midwest homies keep it gangsta [Verse 3] Think you playin' with some fuckin' kids? Who you think you fuckin' with? Tell you what you fuckin' with, you fuckin' with some gangsta shit Mr. Burns' replacement clear, guaranteed to bang a bitch You can't make her happy, so she's searching for replacement dick It ain't my fault [?] [?] I hope I make it on your flow, y'all can't fuck with Coolio West Coast ridin' 'til I'm dyin', bitch-ass niggas let's keep on sidin' Fake-ass niggas just keep on ridin' Walk-ass niggas let's keep on lyin' Talkin' 'bout the G's and thugs fakin' like they Crips and Bloods Pretendin' like they servin' drugs, send another nigga su' Nigga, I'ma tell you what, when I come through, y'all better duck I'm tired of all this shit that suck, bitch-y, I don't give a fuck Call yo' momma, call yo' kids, call yo' cousins, call yo' friends Call yo' uncle and the rest of yo' kin, and tell 'em who the fuck I is I didn't come to play no games, I came to make the party bang I used to try to make a change, I'ma show you how these gangstas hang [Chorus] All my West Coast G's keep it gangsta (Gangsta) All my dirties in the South keep it gangsta (Gangsta) My East Coast thugs keep it gangsta (Gangsta) My Midwest homies keep it gangsta All my West Coast G's keep it gangsta (Gangsta) All my dirties in the South keep it gangsta (Gangsta) My East Coast thugs keep it gangsta (Gangsta) My Midwest homies keep it gangsta All my West Coast G's keep it gangsta (Gangsta) All my dirties in the South keep it gangsta (Gangsta) My East Coast thugs keep it gangsta (Gangsta) My Midwest homies keep it gangsta