It’s 4 Da Gangstaz

Lyrics

[Intro] West coast This one's for those gangstas (where's all my gangsta at?) Ooh, and those hustlers (and all my hustlers) This one's for those gangstas (toss your hood up) Ooh, and those hustlers [Verse 1: Mr. Shadow] To all my gangstas, hustlers, thugs amongst us California livin' since we was youngstas I swerve and I dip, swish a lick And the 23rd letter where we grind and we make cheddar Lowriders, west siders at a car show Sleeved up, shaved head and my eyes low Ride slow down the strip in a caravan Top down, burning something from Amsterdam Playa haters on the sidelines watching I makе headline news, you can't stop it I stay on top of my gamе, counting my feddi With a nine by my side, for my adversary January to December, in the sunshine Blowing smoke, looking out for the one time Sunrise to sundown on the left side The name Shadow homeboy This is West Side [Chorus] This one's for those gangstas Ooh, and those hustlers (where's all my gangstas at?) This one's for those gangstas Ooh, and those hustlers (and all my hustlers) [Verse 2: Mr. Lil One] For my gangsta boo, this all done for you How you shake that ass, and rep that "W" This is West Side baby, little lady keep it clean You knowing how I do, when I step on the scene There go Lil Uno, is what they all say Screaming out Sicko we some G's all day Them chevys and them wife beaters bumping them heaters Homies at the club with them fine mamacitas Throw your palms up, if you're ready to ride We some gangstas and hustlers, say it with pride From the streets to pen, with some juice and gin This is South Side baby, nah we don't pretend Now spread the word, Cali's all that Got your lady on the celly and I never call back This is Uno baby, sicker than your mama Mister king of the west and I came to bring the drama, uh [Chorus] This one's for those gangstas Ooh, and those hustlers (where's all my gangstas at?) This one's for those gangstas Ooh, and those hustlers (and all my hustler's) [Verse 3: Lil Al] Then get on board, the shit that spit You know I flow, yo boy smooth like a six-fo sittin' on chrome Represent for the west coast, let's ride one time Around here we gang bang, and stay on our grind Can't come to SD and not hear about Lil Al Done made something out of nothing, let me show you how Number one, don't let nobody tell you what to do Number two, keep it real with yourself and your crew Moves you only see on TV Drive deep dish 22 inch asanti and corvettes And you know my style Around here I hold it down as I continue to clown Learn how to get your paper up before you try to step to me Put a hit on your ass, having you leaking in white-tees And boy it don't get no realer than that The homie Mitchy said it best, hit yo ass with a clak-clak [outro] To my East Siders My East Siders, yup To my East Siders yup To my West Siders (And all my hustlers) To my South Siders South Side, South Side To my East Siders To my East Siders, yupee