Gangsta Nation

Consider this an invitation

To my gangsta nation

Na-na, na-na-na-na (Westside)

Na-na, na-na-na-na (ooh-ooh)

Na-na, na-na-na-na (what? What)

Na-na, na-na-na-na (soowoop)

Na-na, na-na-na-na (yeah, yeah)

Na-na, na-na-na-na

Na-na, na-na-na-na

Na-na, na-na-na-na

This game right here is rough as fuck

These hoes out here about the bucks

These fools out here afraid to bust

I have no fear, afraid of what?

And with my peers, I'm comin' up

Fools talk real loud but don't run up

When we come through, they run and duck

We still right here, so what the fuck?

Nigga I'm tired of the niggas barkin' that shit, talkin' that shit

From the concrete but ain't chalkin' that shit

In videos in a bitch pose and a throw back

Holdin' a gat ain't gonna bust and know that

It's a Dub-S-C thang, W.C. brain

And we don't fuck with niggas in khaki g-strings

Fuck movin', I'm clearin the crowd

It's that hoo-bangin' bandana cri-mi-ni-mi-nal, the original

Evacuate the building, bitch, here come a plane

No, it's the mad ass Westside Connect Gang

And fuck what you playin' nigga this who bang

With enough game to drive a square bitch insane

And we number one gunners, no, we ain't stunners

It's real with us homey, killers and drug runners

And Mack need a D-bo in a H2 Hummer

Lookin' hotter than the motherfuckin' L.A. summer, let's go

This game right here is rough as fuck

These hoes out here about the bucks

These fools out here afraid to bust

I have no fear, afraid of what?

And with my peers, I'm comin' up

Fools talk real loud but don't run up

When we come through, they run and duck

We still right here, so what the fuck?

What the fuck is Ice Cube talkin' about?

That's how you get these nuts parked in you mouth

Westside ride bitch, the same old shit

I don't conversate with pussy I ain't goin get

I don't holla at these hoes that sing like Ashanti

Body like Beyoncé, face like Andre (ugh)

Bitch you kinda strangé

But I'm rich, so my entré got to be Bombay

Have you seen us? Nah

Haters can't see us

Connect Gang we the G'est, nigga

Countless calls and countless charges

Street niggas makin' blunts out of Cuban cigars

Big by the linnas, hypnotic by the liters

With a flank of hoes on us 'cause our chronic is the greenest

And to my niggas incarcerated and on probation

I'ma stay bangin' for the whole G Nation, nigga

This game right here is rough as fuck

These hoes out here about the bucks

These fools out here afraid to bust

I have no fear, afraid of what?

And with my peers, I'm comin' up

Fools talk real loud but don't run up

When we come through, they run and duck

We still right here, so what the fuck?

It's a Gangsta Nation, if you in you a G

And the whole world influence by the B and the C

Now, tell the truth rappers, you don't ball like me

'Cause I'm really from the gang, y'all is industry

And while I'm servin' up and comin' young hustlas and cluckas

Bangin' for the hood causin' havoc and ruckus

You niggas at the label kissin' ass like suckas

And you're bitches, so sit down when you piss motherfuckers

One thing I do know I ain't the uno

Big Bruno, rap sumo, on pruno (You know)

I'd like to thank the congregation

And my affiliation to the Gangsta Nation

I'm hard on them, yeah, I'm ruthless

You like a stick pussy, nigga you're useless

You know the side bitch, better get up on it

'Cause it must be a single with Nate Dogg singin' on it

Look here man

Check this shit out man, look

Y'all might as well say, "Fuck it" and join this Westside thing man

'Cause we got a motherfuckin' gangsta nation goin' over here

And once you join this shit you as G as can motherfuckin' be

Believe that homie

Look, it ain't a hit 'til Nate Dogg spit

This game right here is rough as fuck

These hoes out here about the bucks

These fools out here afraid to bust

I have no fear, afraid of what?

And with my peers, I'm comin' up

Fools talk real loud but don't run up

When we come through, they run and duck

We still right here, so what the fuck?

Na-na, na-na-na-na

Na-na, na-na-na-na

Na-na, na-na-na-na

Na-na, na-na-na-na (consider this an invitation, to my gangsta nation)

Na-na, na-na-na-na

Na-na, na-na-na-na

Na-na, na-na-na-na

Na-na, na-na-na-na

Bitch, you know the side, world motherfucking wide

So what you saying? (What you saying is you-)

Man, what you say, you need to get the fuck out of my business nigga

That's what you need to do

'Cause I'm getting tired of you keep telling what the fuck I'm doing

Every time I'm doing something

'Cause I'm not finna fake for these peckerwoods

Get outta my business, okay?

Okay? Get out my business man