Scarface - Gangsta Rap lyrics

[Verse 1 - Scarface] Now flip with a n***a, as we dip through the Dirty Four-tops, spin out and bent up to thirty I only ride for homies, cause hoes ain't worthy Never put a b**h before your road doggs, ya heard me? Plus, we do sh** other rappers can't feel Like, hangin' in the same spots we hung out for the deal For real, the ghetto ain't a pop song, Cutty The ghetto bodies get up, get out, and get nutty And fool, do it 'til the d**h if you have to Just get the f** up off the cuts, 'fore they grab you And have you doin' penitentary time Got these rap cats thinkin', if they sh** to lift rhymes If you ain't in the streets, then n***a Stick to the balance, or get caught up Tossed up in this b**h, like a salad Dedicated to my n***as out here stuck in the trap I deliver it just like I live it, it ain't rap Trust me This is really that gangsta boggie (2 times) That gangsta (4 times) [Hook] This is for the ballers Gangsta rap! What all the hoes love Gangsta rap! What you hop your 6-4 to? Gangsta rap! You can do what you want to Gangsta rap! Yeah, this is for the ballers Gangsta rap! What all the hoes love Gangsta rap! What you hop your 6-4 to? Gangsta rap! You can do what you want to Gangsta rap! [Verse 2 - Crooked I] What did you fall in the spot? You could say that they callin' a cop I'm robbin' n***as, whether they ballin' or not The Steven Segal of the block Clock you with a pool ball in a sock Pop you and crawl off in a drop Dodger hatted-up I'm fly as a shot when it hovers A mix between Morpheous and Matrix In rocket in colors Tell me, can I... Rip 'em up? This a jack Keep them hands high Stick 'em up No Metropolis, stoppin' this apocalypse You couldn't see this novelist With positive and optimistic results from an optometrist G sh**, that we dreeze, ah! I'm in that L (dot) B (dot) C (dot) G (spot) And we's, domes like two head soldiers I'm ghetto enough to go platinum on bootleg versions, uh-huh! Strapped, jumpin' outta the caravan Kids turn the channel, now I'm finna smoke the camera man [Hook] [Verse 3 - Treach] I got a question, what's the question? "What is gangsta rap?" Is it gangsta n***as that's rappin'? Or rappin' n***as that act? I'll tell you what, gangsta rap ain't even force It ain't bangin' on wax With dirty backs Gettin' slapped at The Source Hmmph, comin' in with your toes pointed out Runnin' quicker than the b**hes and the hoes runnin' out Don't be p**y and shoot my kids The set trip, next sh** And don't make it out to be East & West sh** I'll trigger Treach it then bless it Manhandle the message Double my records, d**h Row the best sh** Illtown, L.A.! You late then pay Still doesn't weigh You're laid out the same day This is really that gangsta boggie (2 times) That gangsta (4 times) [Hook x2]