Go-Twice - How the Gangsters Do It lyrics

[First Verse - Rappin' Ron] You say you got b**hes, but we got more hoes Now it's time to dig it to the gangstafied wardrobe 'Bout to get fitted, you know that I'm a mack right? Reached up on the shelf, snatched up my all-black Nikes That's tight, you know you can't beat this All black ? with them razor sharp creases A black t-shirt, jet black beanie Oakland on the front and b**h no you ain't seen me But believe me, I keep all these hoes starin' Hoop in a nugget in my ear 24-carat So admit it, I'm fitted from the flo' up It's nineteen ninty fro' but I still sport a low cut Tight fade with a all-black outfit You doubt this, and I'ma' have to knock you out b**h I might bust you in ya' face if you jockin' me And I keep my gat just in case animosity I come from way back and I don't play that I say raps and remember that I stay strapped So what you lookin' at? It's me and my potna' Diddley I'm ready to bust and plus I got my chopper wit' me So settle down, don't get to juiced up Cause pooh-bu*ts get faded like a crew cut And what I'm packin' ain't nothin' like a sling shot But it breaks hot, and it got seventeen shots So Ant Diddley won't you co*k that Glock back? Don't get 'em bucked there's no chance they'll try to pop back You got that? My religion straight redrum You was unprepared son, now your whole head numb You said come, so we had to peel your dome back Full-blooded gangsters boy yo' a** shoulda' known that [Hook] All the gangsters in the world... Can you feel this? f** the fakeness, we comin' with some real sh** Straight hustlin', never ever bustin' If a n***a' fussin', he gettin' his cap peeled boy [Second Verse - Ant Diddley Dog] Eastside Oakland - gangsters, pimps, players and hustlers These hoes don't trust us, police try to bust us Cause we comin' real with it, them busters can't deal with it But ain't no use in tryin' to stop my cash cause I'ma' still get it Ballin', haulin' - loads of cash Redrum's ready to blast, quick to fold your a** So if you steppin' up, you better be ready for checkin' us Cause when these gangsta' poets start to flow it you respectin' us You think' I'm bluffin', but it ain't nothin' for you to get choked Or get smoked, by me or one of my sick folks I love revolver, so trust me I will pull it And leave you stuck with a rusty hot steel bullet Because I always had the tendency.. To bust caps for fun and drink rum and the hennessey So quit jockin' women please.. Cause I don't chase hoochies, I chase (?) Hindu with lemon squeeze (?) I been a weed head ever since dank came I been a sick gangsta' and I can't change So Diddley Dog is about to start checkin' y'all Hittin' harder than a wreckin' ball so respect the boss You had your motherf**in' chance n***a' but you blew it So now you know how these real loccin' gangsters do it [Hook] X2 All the gangsters in the world... Can you feel this? f** the fakeness, we comin' with some real sh** Straight hustlin', never ever bustin' If a n***a' fussin', he gettin' his cap peeled boy [Third Verse - Rappin' Ron] Motherf**er, don't sleep just peep what the gangsters do Comin' through with some brew, fitna' spank ya' crew Comin' at ya' a** fast like a bulldozer Everything is graphic makin' traffic pullover So you to' back, man don't you know that I'm slicker than Kojak and I'll peel ya' whole damn fro' back, so go back The other way or you'll see this brother spray bullets, cause n***a' I'm a Gangsta' to the fullest If you wanna' throw we can go toe to toe But I'ma' let ya' know I might pull a forty-fo' And then it's time to call the crew, always drinkin' all the brew You don't know the things me and my partner Diddley Dog'll do Titles we be takin', idols we be breakin' And if you heard that Bad-N-Fluenz weak then you mistaken Punk motherf**er, we the tightest And when we step in the room you other fools get laryngitis You wanted to hear a mack song, well gon' and through the tape on Sometimes I put a cap on, but never put a cape on You better get it straight boy, yo' a** gotta' wait You's a motherf**in' mark and n***a' I hated you from the gate So just gon' and take a dip on the trip but I'mma take ya' through it Show yo' motherf**in' a** how the gangsters do it [Hook] All the gangsters in the world... Can you feel this? f** the fakeness, we comin' with some real sh** Straight hustlin', never ever bustin' If a n***a' fussin', he gettin' his cap peeled boy