Gangsta Games

Lyrics

[Fingazz] Get ready Get ready For the gangster, gangster Get ready [Verse 1: Down & Fingazz] Here we go Put your gloves on Load up the Glock Somebody gonna get shot Let's get ready to rock Eastside got the biggest fuckin' balls With some vicious motherfuckin' dogs With the evilness runnin' through my fuckin' blood And we ain't gonna stop We tearin' it up We bringing it rough And we don't give a fuck This is straight up, gangsta love For all my eses that are bald Taking your wifeys and taking a car Or sitting in the kitchen Cooking cookies in the jar This is strictly for my doggies in San Quintin, sittin' behind bars With thirteen bullets and not stressing at all Walking the yard with shags, ready to brawl This is for all y'all From the bottom of my heart Gangsta shit And that's ours [Chorus: Fingazz] That gangsta shit As you ride up and down the eastside (Yeah) Fuck the one time homie It's the C-O, L-O, N-I-A Motherfucker, we don't play games This is that gangsta shit As you ride up and down the eastside (Bitch) Fuck the one time homie It's the C-O, L-O, N-I-A Down, Down, I'm Down [Verse 2: Down Fingazz] I'm the type of dawg that loves to look good And not like those bitches that do what they should Bring you 501's, .48's with the chrome gun, representing the hood Sitting on a brand new ride, so it's all good You know it's all good in Cali I was hanging out this one afternoon Getting all brewed Eating some bomb food I was rollin' through the hood Bumping some old school Puffing on a bamboo, feeling like a player should This is for the playas that bumpin' the Kenwood And for my gang That's dressed in all blues Sitting on chrome shoes, ready to stick and move Looking sharper than a zoot suit Going on a little cruise, chugging on the deuce-deuce Gone with some evil looks, lookin' for the prostitutes [Chorus: Fingazz] That gangsta shit As you ride up and down the eastside (Yeah) Fuck the one time homie It's the C-O, L-O, N-I-A Motherfucker, we don't play games This is that gangsta shit As you ride up and down the eastside (Bitch) Fuck the one time homie It's the C-O, L-O, N-I-A [Bridge: Fingazz] No, you can't stop the gang from bangin' on ya Cause we're too hard up in Oxnard, California And motherfucker, yes, I tried to warn ya You can't stop that gangsta shit No [Verse 3: Down Fingazz] I broke the handcuffs and loaded my gun And if you step inside the wretched, you're gonna get done I put the blunt to my lips and fired it up Smoke the whole damn thing, then we roll another one I got hoes lined up, ready to fuck So I called up my dawgs, so I hit and run It's on, doggie Take your leash off Tell your hoe you'll be back, and drop that bitch off Turn all communications off and let's get it on Baby, let's get it on, til the break of dawn It was 9 o'clock Wrapped up a session in the studio And shooked the spot Locked the low-low in the air, about four knobs Thinking like I'm drinking, throwin' signs at the top Leaving the block Thinking about pussy, L-O-V-In' And getting a blowjob [Chorus: Fingazz] That gangsta shit As you ride up and down the eastside (Yeah) Fuck the one time homie It's the C-O, L-O, N-I-A Motherfucker, we don't play games This is that gangsta shit As you ride up and down the eastside (Bitch) Fuck the one time homie It's the C-O, L-O, N-I-A [Fingazz] Gangsta {*Fingazz ad-libbing*}