All my West Coast G's keep it gangsta (gangsta)
All my dirties in the South keep it gangsta (gangsta)
All my East Coast thugs keep it gangsta (gangsta)
All my Midwest homies keep it gangsta
They wanna see me fallin', see me stallin', see me crawlin'
They wanna see me at the bottom feedin', never ballin'
They wanna take my name, take my game and take my fame
Every goddamn thing I claim and put me in the hall of shame
So I'mma take some aim, hit them with this ball of flame
Now, who's the one to blame? Shit was like this before I came, mane
So suck your candy cane, you and your homies be switchin' lanes
Me and my homies gon' stay the same, y'all go play in the purple rain
I told y'all I got kids to feed
I told you not to fuck with mine and me
I know about your lies and your deceit
I still hang out where the riders be
It's the C-double-O-L-I to the O from
The CPT with the motherfuckin' flow
Y'all motherfuckers better let me know
Y'all motherfuckers better let me go!
All my West Coast G's keep it gangsta (gangsta)
All my dirties in the South keep it gangsta (gangsta)
All my East Coast thugs keep it gangsta (gangsta)
All my Midwest homies keep it gangsta
I know it's hard on the yard and it's cold behind them bars
And some days you gotta starve 'cause you allergic to the law
So you called on the Lord, seems you gotta play the part
God knows that you hard, now he's testing your heart
It's getting rough in there, tough in there, no bluffing there
Talking stuff can get you stuck in cuffs then what's the next?
Don't puff no Kool-Aid, be scared but don't you show no fear
'Cause they can smell a punk a mile away like Loud and Clear
He hearing voices in his head, feeling pain in his head
He called but ain't nobody talk to him yet
He was balling on the set, jock crawling on the set
Now he laying in the cell with his hand on his dick
All my West Coast G's keep it gangsta (gangsta)
All my dirties in the South keep it gangsta (gangsta)
All my East Coast thugs keep it gangsta (gangsta)
All my Midwest homies keep it gangsta
You think you playing with some fucking
Kids? Who you think you fucking with?
Tell you what you fucking with, fucking with some gangsta shit
Mr. Burn replacement clique, guaranteed to bang a bitch
You can't make her happy so she searching for replacement dick
It ain't my fault your crew was show, or dug up on your super spo
The hoes were naked on your floor, y'all can't fuck with Coolio
West Coast riding 'til I'm dying
Bitch-ass niggas just keep on sighing
Fake-ass niggas just keep on riding
Mark-ass niggas just keep on lying
Talking 'bout they G's and thugs, faking like they Crips and Bloods
Pretending like they serving drugs and sending other niggas slugs
Nigga, I'mma tell you what, when I come through y'all better duck
I'm tired of all this shit that suck, this year I don't give a fuck
Call your mama, call your kids, call your cousins, call your friends
Call your uncle and the rest of your kin, tell 'em who the fuck I is
I didn't come to play no games, I came to make the party bang
I used to try to make a change, I'mma show you how these gangstas hang
All my West Coast G's keep it gangsta (gangsta)
All my dirties in the South keep it gangsta (gangsta)
All my East Coast thugs keep it gangsta (gangsta)
All my Midwest homies keep it gangsta
All my West Coast G's keep it gangsta (gangsta)
All my dirties in the South keep it gangsta (gangsta)
All my East Coast thugs keep it gangsta (gangsta)
All my Midwest homies keep it gangsta
All my West Coast G's keep it gangsta (gangsta)
All my dirties in the South keep it gangsta (gangsta)
All my East Coast thugs keep it gangsta (gangsta)
All my Midwest homies keep it gangsta (gangsta)
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