Tonalité : D# minor•
Verse 1
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Better tell your soldiers
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Yeah, you know
we've been doing this
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for so many years, man, making it real big,
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you understand me?
MCA, corrupt, young
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Gotti, I mean, we all we got,
you understand me?
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West Coast,
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we got DJ Premier in the building,
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making it happen with us,
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what's up, day one?
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I mean, I can only do it like this, getting, getting hot, hot,
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hot, hot, hot, can know we do what I do best,
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the rest is a mystery
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You know me, myself and I,
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all I know is the way we do it
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We ridin' all day,
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we be goin' all day
Gettin' hot in the motherfucker,
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niggas know what's up,
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I'm that gangster, gangster
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Is that what there's to yellin'?
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Hot in the motherfuckers,
know what's up,
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I'm that gangster, gangster
Gettin' hot in the motherfucker,
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niggas know what's up,
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I'm that gangster, gangster
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Is that what there's to yellin'?
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Hot in the motherfuckers,
know what's up,
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I'm that gangster, gangster
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I run laps around niggas low, relays
I keep this mothafuck
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a hood for the deejays
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AKs in the truck, yeah, set it off
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Hotbox in the whip, everybody cough
Way soft, motherfucker,
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yeah, the block go
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Couple bitches get you trippin',
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could let em know
About the motherfucker bread
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on that field head
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Here's a toast to the west,
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one shot to the head
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Either the pistol or the glass refill
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Kick back, hit that, motherfuckin' chill
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You don't even know the shooters
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when they surround the place
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Remind me of third base,
give em the gas face
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Yeah, P .E. number one
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Still a menace
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where these motherfuckin'
niggas is from
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Where you from, nigga?
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Yeah, stay calm
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And tear up the spot,
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cause you know it's the bom b
Yeah!
Hot in the motherfucker,
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niggas know what's up
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I'm that gangster, gangster
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Is that what there's to yellin'?
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Hot in the motherfucker,
niggas what's up
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I'm that gangster, gangster
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You gettin' hot in the motherfucker,
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niggas know what's up
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I'm that gangster, gangster
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Is that what there's to yellin'?
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All the motherfuckers
know what's up,
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I'm that gangster, gangster
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Oh, get, get, get hot
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Oh man, smokin' on some of that
Bob Dylan, the dude, you hear me?
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Ain't nothing else to do
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but relax with the homies in a picnic
Gettin' hot,
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smokin' on that bomb shit
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Got them moon rocks,
them corrupt moon rocks,
if you're tryna get high,
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you know what sayin'?
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I ain't with nothin', nigga
Oh man, my bitch is trippin',
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my mind is gone
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I don't make funny raps or love songs,
I'm a menace
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My nigga, that's right
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And that's everything that
baby girl likes
Feelin' heavy -stated,
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the game's equated
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The lames I hate
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and I'm glad that I made it
another day
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Westside story where the story is told
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In the land of the hom ies
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with the danas and vogues
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Ready or not, here I am
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Katrina is my bitch,
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I'm breakin' levees and dams
I'm the man, motherfucker
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I'm the man, motherfucker
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Toucan Sam mother fucker
Double nickel approach,
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triple stick em and roll
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Never gave a fuck about
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a hoe mother fucker
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Forilla, gorilla, mother fucker
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At Coachella with Jhene
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Aiko mother fucker
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Hidin' motherfuckers,
now what's up?
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I'm that gangster, gangster
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Is that what there's to yellin'?
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Hidin' the motherfuckers,
now what's up?
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I'm that gangster, gangster
Hidin' the motherfuckers,
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now what's up?
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I'm that gangster, gangster
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Is that what there's to yellin'?
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Hidin' the motherfuckers,
now what's up?
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I'm that gangster, gangster
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Oh, get, get, gettin' hot
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Yeah, yeah
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Yeah, yeah
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Back at him again
Gettin' hot
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Breaks a notch on the beat
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My nigga day one in the building
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Yeah, yeah
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Bet ter tell your soldiers
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I'm down the boulevard,
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truck full of beat, bang
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Shotgun with the heat
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while my bitch sang
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My mom in love with a G,
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damn right,
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got gamed and the pussy is free
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Paper cup in my lap, bitch, foot to the floor
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Here we go, here we go,
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stop at the liquor store
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Yeah, real hood life on the daily
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Good day, then the straps on safety
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One time on the prowl with the profile
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Low -key with the floss,
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low, that's how
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Money ain't a thang,
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stay hood on the whole G
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Niggas on the mic, bitch, hittin' the floor
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Yeah, can it all be simple?
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I do it for the West,
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neighborhood, and kinfolk
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I've been spoke that West all day
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with them gangsta's at it
Hiding the motherfuckers,
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know what's up,
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I'm that gangster, gangster
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Is that what they're still yelling?
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Hiding the motherfuckers,
know what's up,
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I'm that gangster, gangster
Getting, getting hot
Hiding the motherfuckers,
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know what's up,
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I'm that gangster, gangster
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Is that what they're still yelling?
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Hiding the motherfuckers,
know what's up,
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I'm that gangster, gangster
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Oh, get, get,
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hot
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Gettin' hot
Outro 1
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