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Gangsta Blac: V-Dog And Da Gangsta lyrics



f/ V-Dog







[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]



Stressed in the party back 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 ah my niggas ridin' rollie vogues



Ridin' pass me hollerin' at me bury me a snizote hoe,



Hard headed nigga bitch, die by the trigger trick



Chillin' wid my nigga Slick, kickin' pimpin' on a brick



Every fuckin' day, Parkway chiefin' plenty hay



What ya gotta say, Gabay where a nigga stay



V-Dog's comin' at ya wid the mind of lunatic



Bitch you cannot 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



Ride with the Luger let it go, let it fuckin' go



Man if for bricks, aww shit, we be in this hoe



Down 'til we die, stay high never fuckin' play



Killers on the realer motherfucka South Parkway







Hook:



V-Dog plus the gangsta done kick that bitch in



Damn man, them fuckin' niggas done struck again



(Call the police and tell them watch your back)







[Verse 2: V-Dog]



We from the South part ah town where the police we hate



Ah lotta niggas die young ah lotta bitches get raped



So if you violate fool, your ass we gon' chase



Nail ya coffin' up, blow, shoot bricks in ya face



This shit is serious motherfucka, so bitch listen up



South Memphis in this bitch fool and we clickin' up,



Real niggas out the midnight roamin' the streets



It's nuthin' but real around



None ah 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 motherfucka, we don't give a fuck



You betta 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, yeah fool the job is done







Hook







[Verse 3: Gangsta Blac]



People all up in my head, put my cousin down to sleep



Vietnam, here I come, see if you can deal with me



Anna's in the air, all you smell is the scent of shit



*Gunshots*, Kill you just 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, creeped 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 wid a duck, I don't need this



Big business motherfucka be a witness



I was a fool cause back in school didn't learn shit



Totin' a jewel it was a rule in the South shit



B is for Blac, but I be back, wid some real shit



V is my dog, and he be strapped, wid a full clip



G-A-N-G-S-T-A comin' from South Parkway



Smokin' on a blunt ah hay,



Damn what another say, BITCH!







Hook (2x)