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
 
 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
 
 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