V-dog And Da Gangsta Lyrics - Singles - Gangsta Blac

[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac] 

Stressed in the party back and now I'm the one that took to long 

Can it be I'm crunk and or is it that Big Chug is passin' on 

Family, friends, hoes, all ah my niggas ridin' rollie vogues 

Ridin' pass me hollerin' at me bury me a snizote hoe, 

Hard headed nigga bitch, die by the trigger trick 

Chillin' wid my nigga Slick, kickin' pimpin' on a brick 

Every fuckin' day, Parkway chiefin' plenty hay 

What ya gotta say, Gabay where a nigga stay 

V-Dog's comin' at ya wid the mind of lunatic 

Bitch you cannot fuck with this, standin' with the pistol grip 

Loadin' up my shells, I smells me an enemy 

Damn if a nigga don't die 'fore he get to me 

Ride with the Luger let it go, let it fuckin' go 

Man if for bricks, aww shit, we be in this hoe 

Down 'til we die, stay high never fuckin' play 

Killers on the realer motherfucka South Parkway 

Hook: 

V-Dog plus the gangsta done kick that bitch in 

Damn man, them fuckin' niggas done struck again 

(Call the police and tell them watch your back) 

[Verse 2: V-Dog] 

We from the South part ah town where the police we hate 

Ah lotta niggas die young ah lotta bitches get raped 

So if you violate fool, your ass we gon' chase 

Nail ya coffin' up, blow, shoot bricks in ya face 

This shit is serious motherfucka, so bitch listen up 

South Memphis in this bitch fool and we clickin' up, 

Real niggas out the midnight roamin' the streets 

It's nuthin' but real around 

None ah you hoes won't get chance to sleep 

So close them curtains, and make sure all them doors locked 

Cause when we rush up in that bitch fool somebody gon' drop 

Call the police motherfucka, we don't give a fuck 

You betta have a cellular phone cause all them phone lines is cut 

Lock your door, a note left on the dresser 

Face down on the floor, is where I left her 

Changed clothes in the alley, my body was numb 

Call the Gangsta, yeah fool the job is done 

Hook 

[Verse 3: Gangsta Blac] 

People all up in my head, put my cousin down to sleep 

Vietnam, here I come, see if you can deal with me 

Anna's in the air, all you smell is the scent of shit 

*Gunshots*, Kill you just for the fuck of it 

Pop I blow I smoke, I blow I smoke 'em out there just like grass 

S-P-V, R-I-C, creeped up on your monkey ass 

Mitchell Heights, B-V-D, L-M-G, and many more 

S-P-L might as well get it cause you know the score 

Buck fuck stuck wid a duck, I don't need this 

Big business motherfucka be a witness 

I was a fool cause back in school didn't learn shit 

Totin' a jewel it was a rule in the South shit 

B is for Blac, but I be back, wid some real shit 

V is my dog, and he be strapped, wid a full clip 

G-A-N-G-S-T-A comin' from South Parkway 

Smokin' on a blunt ah hay, 

Damn what another say, BITCH! 

Hook (2x)