V-Dog And Da Gangsta

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac] Stretched in a body bag and now I'm the one that took to long Can it be I'm crunk and or is it that Big Chug is passin' on? Family, friends, hoes, all my niggas ridin' Bones and Vogues Ridin' pass me, hollerin' at me, bury me in snizzow, ho Hard headed nigga, bitch, die by the trigger, trick Chillin' with my nigga Slick, kickin', pimpin' on a brick Every fuckin' day, Parkway, chiefin' plenty hay What you gotta say? Gabay where a nigga stay V-Dog's comin' at ya with the mind of a lunatic Bitch, you can not fuck with this, standin' with the pistol grip Loadin' up my shells, I smells me an enemy Damn, if a nigga don't die 'fore he get to me Rod with the Luger let it go, let it fuckin' go I'm aimin' for the bricks, ah shit, we be in this ho Down 'til we die, stay high, never ever play Killers on the realer, motherfucker, South Parkway [Chorus: V-Dog & Gangsta Blac] V-Dog plus the Gangsta, they kick that bitch in Damn mane, them fuckin' niggas done struck again (Call the police and tell 'em watch your back) [Verse 2: V-Dog] We from the South part of town where the police we hate Alotta niggas die young, alotta bitches get raped So if you violate, fool, your ass we gon' chase Nail your coffin' up, blow, shoot bricks in your face This shit is serious, motherfucker, so, bitch, listen up South Memphis in this bitch, fool, and we clickin' up Real niggas out there midnight roamin' the streets It's nothin' but real around None of you hoes won't get chance to sleep So close them curtains, and make sure all them doors locked 'Cause when we rush up in that bitch, fool, somebody gon' drop Call the police, motherfucker, we don't give a fuck You better have a cellular phone 'cause all them phone lines is cut Lock your door, a note left on the dresser Face down on the floor is where I left her Changed clothes in the alley, my body was numb Call the Gangsta (Motherfucker) Yeah, fool, the job is done [Chorus: V-Dog & Gangsta Blac] V-Dog plus the Gangsta, they kick that bitch in Damn mane, them fuckin' niggas done struck again (Call the police and tell 'em watch your back) (Boy, boy) [Verse 3: Gangsta Blac] Evil all up in my head, put my cousin down to sleep Vietnam, here I come, see if you can deal with me Anna' is in the air, all you smell is the scent of shit *gunshots* To your chest for the fuck of it Pop, I blow, I smoke, I blow, I smoke 'em out there just like grass S.P.V., R.I.C., cliqued up on your monkey ass Mitchell Heights, B.V.D., L.M.G., and many more S.P.L. might as well get it 'cause you know the score Buck, fuck, stuck with a duck I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness I was a fool 'cause back in school didn't learn shit Totin' a tool, it was a rule in the South, shit B is for Blac, but I be back with some real shit V is my dog and he be strapped with a full clip G-A-N-G-S-T-A comin' from South Parkway Smokin' on a blunt of hay, damn what another say Bitch [Chorus: V-Dog & Gangsta Blac] V-Dog plus the Gangsta, they kick that bitch in Damn mane, them fuckin' niggas done struck again (Call the police and tell 'em watch your back) (Boy, boy) V-Dog plus the Gangsta, they kick that bitch in Damn mane, them fuckin' niggas done struck again (Call the-call the police, call the police) (B-Boy, boy) (Call the police and tell 'em watch your back) (Call-call the police, ca-ca-call the police—) (Call the police, ca-ca-call the police)