Gangsta Funktion (feat. Young Drummer Boy, Mr. Criminal, Mr. Shadow & Young Dopey)

Ya, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Come dance for me 47 in this bitch, that's right I want 250k upfront When you catch the enemy, you better rush one She a pretty lil' bitch, she a plus one If you chillin' round me, you better bust guns Bitch I like to tote guns, semi automatics 47 boy, 'bout to make a hood classic Come from the ghetto, where this shit get tough Join the enemies, then you 'bout to get snuffed (brat) If I should die, before I wake, I pray da lord, my soul to take I got a sexy lil' bitch I gotta see at 8 And she got an attitude, she ain't got no patience I'm a rich southsider, all da hoes love it Million dollar deal without wack 100 See these ratchet ass bitches gone fuck for the money How the fuck you get signed, but you drivin' a bucket Hoes got it all twisted, I'ma show you a time Everybody gets a target when my soilders align I don't side with anybody who be siding with opps I'ma throw a gangsta party when he finally dies Gangstas don't dance, we boogie All strapped with a all black hoodie Gangstas don't dance, we boogie Gangstas don't dance, we boogie Gangstas don't dance, we boogie All strapped with a all black hoodie Gangstas don't dance, we boogie Gangstas don't dance, we boogie Listen, ay Ay, I popped two pills with the Duce Lil' bitch drink it up like it's koolaid Hell yeah, I need my money by the due date Stop playin' 'cause these bullets got no name All blacked out, strapped with the beam on it You know the bitch tryna chill, I told her lean on it Whole gang in this bitch, better think on it If you hear about my name, you better speak on it That lil' homie caught life so I'm stressed out Stop talkin' 'cause you playin' with yo' life now All this talk about beef, better pipe down If you want it, you could get it on sight now Gangstas don't dance, we boogie All strapped with a all black hoodie Gangstas don't dance, we boogie Gangstas don't dance, we boogie Better call for back up, hide yo' bitch 'Bout to hit 'em wit that Cali gangsta shit This is it, this is how lit it get When you fuck with the West Coast one percent Ya he went, whatever he said he meant, me and G pull up Heavy weight event Panties wet, your girl gettin' so excited Called her a hoe and she didn't mind it 619 to the 213, got hoes waiting at the double tree They all know what it's 'bout to be When they come around me and KLG Gangsta shit lost in a cloud of smoke Opps know better don't want no smoke, nah I'm not the one you wanna provoke I'm a mothafuckin threat, go straight for the throat You motherfucker Gangstas don't dance, we boogie All strapped with a all black hoodie Gangstas don't dance, we boogie Gangstas don't dance, we boogie Two step, slide like this, do the E walk, I do mine like this (E's up) Blued up when I walk in this bitch I'm an essay but mom mistake me for a crip This L.A. and we press full force Last bitch left me, couldn't do it no more She said I'm to much, always gettin' in trouble Told her jump in the foreign, drink this Hen' and shut up Headed to the intercontinental suite Lookin' out the sky view as I'm beatin' them cheeks Turnt up, I know this the West Coast So serious, I got that shit tatted on my dome Gangstas don't dance, we boogie All strapped with a all black hoodie Gangstas don't dance, we boogie Gangstas don't dance, we boogie Look Mr Criminal coming bustin' like a baller Dispenca on the tira enemigas they want nada King Lil G, Mr Criminal representing for the raza Most sold back to back ever since Kid Frost Smokin' up on this kush, hella high 'bout to lift off Foos hella soft, plucked eyebrows and lip gloss Hustle what this shit cost Raised by the pits and them rots, we the motherfuckin' big dogs If it ain't Pac, Snoop or Dre You ain't sold more than me and King Lil G In the last twenty years check the facts in the motherfuckin' industry Ain't many with brown skin that sold millions Smoking wit' the homie, fresh out the pin chillin'