Lirik Lagu Gangstas - Mystikal
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featuring Snoop Doggy Dogg Master P
(Intro [Snoop])No Limit. Soldiers. (Ughhhhhhhh!)DPGC. Gangstas. (Ha ha!)Look here you got three crazy muthafuckasin the same place at the same time.(Yeah Master P.)You know this shit gon be off the hook.(It's gon be the wildest shit you ever heard.)For my bitches down south.Southern hospitality.(Representin ya heard me!)
[Snoop]From the cold hard streets of the LBCTo a duet with Mystikal and Master PReal G's ship keys and shoot dice on their kneesAnd put pistols to the mouths, of their enemiesOld country ass nigga with a gold in the frontBe the same muthafucka that get your bitch ass stompedUnderestimatin hatin got you knocked out coldTryin to play my boy over, you was with your hoeThem South niggas bangin off the shit that we writePunk niggas get killed, straight on sightNo Limit ain't no gimmickIt's tragic you know, so don't be meddlin with my boy and my hoeLay low, hit the floor, I'm backYo P, take me to the streets, that's where my heart is atYou make em say Ughhhhhhh!I make em say beeyatchTogether we can flip the script and get gripYou got the crack, I got the bud sackMystikal, smack, you got the strapDeep in that gangsta shit on a night like thatYou blast me, I blast you back, beeyatch!
Chorus: X 2We bout to jump off with some gangsta shitGangsta shit!We bout to hop off with some gangsta shitGangsta shit!Know what, we're bout to jump off with some gangsta shitGangsta shit!
[Mystikal]Got this fuckin party poppinYou cappin and army bragginGon keep smugglin in this game shit"Niggas ain't rappin" what you say about gangsta rappinYou get killed forever, my nigga, every dayWhere you get fucked up nigga, is where you layTime again I tried to tell you, but you ain't wanna heard what I sayDamn leather dog bombinDone made a mistakeWe made (something is faded in the background) sound so goodKeep that gangsta shit banging up and down your hoodCause only real gangstas get down and to the bottomWhere y'all going, that much, we'll see right through yaI'll out hustle ya, can't put up a fight cause I out muscle yaMy really don't give a fuck attitude got ya feelin uncomfortableI got that there, nigga you ain't saying shitI'm colder than a brand new pair of Stan SmithsFresher than a whole box of green AltimosBut I got to blow your head off and put bullet holes in your Girbauds
Chorus
[Master P]B-O-U-T we bout itReal gangstas live muthafuckin rowdyAnd where you from is how you comeWhere you be or you're atFool, watch your back for these gangstas in
(Intro [Snoop])No Limit. Soldiers. (Ughhhhhhhh!)DPGC. Gangstas. (Ha ha!)Look here you got three crazy muthafuckasin the same place at the same time.(Yeah Master P.)You know this shit gon be off the hook.(It's gon be the wildest shit you ever heard.)For my bitches down south.Southern hospitality.(Representin ya heard me!)
[Snoop]From the cold hard streets of the LBCTo a duet with Mystikal and Master PReal G's ship keys and shoot dice on their kneesAnd put pistols to the mouths, of their enemiesOld country ass nigga with a gold in the frontBe the same muthafucka that get your bitch ass stompedUnderestimatin hatin got you knocked out coldTryin to play my boy over, you was with your hoeThem South niggas bangin off the shit that we writePunk niggas get killed, straight on sightNo Limit ain't no gimmickIt's tragic you know, so don't be meddlin with my boy and my hoeLay low, hit the floor, I'm backYo P, take me to the streets, that's where my heart is atYou make em say Ughhhhhhh!I make em say beeyatchTogether we can flip the script and get gripYou got the crack, I got the bud sackMystikal, smack, you got the strapDeep in that gangsta shit on a night like thatYou blast me, I blast you back, beeyatch!
Chorus: X 2We bout to jump off with some gangsta shitGangsta shit!We bout to hop off with some gangsta shitGangsta shit!Know what, we're bout to jump off with some gangsta shitGangsta shit!
[Mystikal]Got this fuckin party poppinYou cappin and army bragginGon keep smugglin in this game shit"Niggas ain't rappin" what you say about gangsta rappinYou get killed forever, my nigga, every dayWhere you get fucked up nigga, is where you layTime again I tried to tell you, but you ain't wanna heard what I sayDamn leather dog bombinDone made a mistakeWe made (something is faded in the background) sound so goodKeep that gangsta shit banging up and down your hoodCause only real gangstas get down and to the bottomWhere y'all going, that much, we'll see right through yaI'll out hustle ya, can't put up a fight cause I out muscle yaMy really don't give a fuck attitude got ya feelin uncomfortableI got that there, nigga you ain't saying shitI'm colder than a brand new pair of Stan SmithsFresher than a whole box of green AltimosBut I got to blow your head off and put bullet holes in your Girbauds
Chorus
[Master P]B-O-U-T we bout itReal gangstas live muthafuckin rowdyAnd where you from is how you comeWhere you be or you're atFool, watch your back for these gangstas in
