South Central Cartel - Gangsta Luv, Pt. 2 lyrics

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South Central Cartel - Gangsta Luv, Pt. 2 lyrics

(Verse 1) It's 1996 and I'm dippin with my G I'm claimin Cartel till I die, sippin hennessey Got the rolex on my neck and my wrist Dis a hoe that's all I know as the 100 spoke twist G's rollin tighter than a G-string hoes want to playa hate The conversation's stupid 'cause forever I'ma celebrate And aim with my homies finger clutched on a Tec.9 Yo b**h, you walk a thin line Buggin 'cause I'm rockin videos in they eyes, buggin me Packin up your sh** and leavin me while I'm in Italy So let the dog hit you where the dog shoulda porched on In other words get the f** on Tryna stack a mill ticket But you always get mad when my G's kick it But on the road it's us against the world For my G I would take a slug 'Cause it's gangsta luv (Chorus) It's that gangsta love from the S.C.C. Talkin 'bout these b**hes and rollin with my G's It's that gangsta love from the S.C.C Can't get no peace because these hoes keep sweatin me (Verse 2) I'ma be a G from the nighttime to the break of dawnin 'N the morning I clip the .9 mill when I'm yawnin Performin days'n days but you be trippin on my status Buggin me with family matters I'm a gangster when I mention that's the way I kick it Now that you addicted you tryna make me switch it I picture me and you holdin, blue 64 Baby locs in the back seat hittin dips hoe (Bonnie & Clyde) no matter what the f** is happenin You holdin my back that's even if it call for cappin And scrappin baby had love for G's Another page from the eastside trilogy But you be buggin, couldn't deal with a gangsta's lovin It's nuthin that'll keep your lifestyle plush'n Rushin from hood to hood 'cause you think I'm caught slip'n But it's gangsta luv still dipp'n (Chorus) (Verse 3) Blowin up my pager and you know you had the chance But I never call you back I hope that a** understands You see me dippin in a beamer 5-25 High sippin on a Semor Right, now you want to ride with a n***a 'cause a n***a's livin large, hoe Posted in the Central, I drop that a** like some cargo Rhimeson on a path to luxuries so stop beepin me Hoe, your a** is history As my game got deep like the Abyss I had to make you drop the miss, prod And now you miss, tha Rollin Havikk Rhimeson and the Prode'je Callin all the hoes that begin with the letter "be " Saw you couldn't deal with this, you say I'm caught up in the game My head had blown up from the fame, I'm the same O.G. E-A-S-T rider With this gangsta luv I provide ya (Chorus)