KLC - Gangstas lyrics

[Intro: Snoop Dogg] No Limit. Soldiers. (Ughhhhhhhh!) DPGC. Gangstas. (Ha, ha!) Look here, you got three crazy muthaf**as In the same place at the same time (Yeah, Master P) You know this sh** gon be off the hook (It's gon be the wildest sh** you ever heard.) For my b**hes down south Southern hospitality (Representin, ya heard me!) [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] From the cold, hard streets of the LBC To a duet with Mystikal and Master P Real G's ship keys and shoot dice on their knees And put pistols to the mouths, of their enemies Old country a** n***a with a gold in the front Be the same muthaf**a that get your b**h a** stomped Underestimatin hatin got you knocked out cold Tryin to play my boy over, you was with your ho Them South n***as bangin' off the sh** that we write Punk n***as get k**ed, straight on sight No Limit ain't no gimmick It's tragic you know, so don't be meddlin with my boy and my ho Lay low, hit the floor, I'm back Yo P, take me to the streets, that's where my heart is at You make em say ughhhhhhh! I make em say beeyatch Together we can flip the script and get grip You got the crack, I got the bud sack Mystikal, smack, you got the strap Deep in that gangsta sh** on a night like that You blast me, I blast you back, beeyatch! [Hook] We bout to jump off with some gangsta sh** Gangsta sh**! We bout to hop off with some gangsta sh** Gangsta sh**! Know what, we're bout to jump off with some gangsta sh** Gangsta sh**! [Verse 2: Mystikal] Got this f**in party poppin' You cappin and army braggin' Gon keep smugglin in this game sh** "n***as ain't rappin" what you say about gangsta rappin' You get k**ed forever, my n***a, every day Where you get f**ed up n***a, is where you lay Time again I tried to tell you, but you ain't wanna heard what I say Damn leather dog bombin' Done made a mistake We made (ghrrh) sound so good Keep that gangsta sh** banging up and down your hood Cause only real gangstas get down and to the bottom Where y'all going, that much, we'll see right through ya I'll out hustle ya, can't put up a fight cause I out muscle ya My really don't give a f** attitude got ya feelin' uncomfortable I got that there, n***a you ain't saying sh** I'm colder than a brand new pair of Stan Smiths Fresher than a whole box of green Altimos But I got to blow your head off and put bullet holes in your Girbauds [Hook] [Verse 3: Master P] B-O-U-T we bout it Real gangstas live muthaf**in' rowdy And where you from is how you come Where you be or you're at Fool, watch your back for these gangstas in that black from Long Beach to New Orleans, from every n***a in the hood to the Penitentiary Tryna, survive on these streets Slangin' dope cause the kids gotta eat Put it in a car or a plane, Grey Hound or a train Sixty five when it came, eighty nine when it lay I'm in love with miss mo mo, candy painted four Twenty skirt with convertible, f**ing polo Bring the stylins of your talk I mean real gangstas don't talk Free your mind and refugee Alive and turn your cheeks like Pras be [Hook]