Where The Gangstas At – B-Legit – letras

[B-Legit] (Kurupt)(Gangsta time)Where my gangstas at?(Gangsta ville)Where all my gangstas at?(You know it aint a gangsta ville withoout a dog pound)And a hog nigga (caughing)Yea, special dedicationTo all my gangsta niggas and to all my gangsta bitches(Im sick wit it tho, check it out)[B-Legit]I used to mash through the crowdMakin bitches wonder « DAMN »That nigga B-Legit’s the manIt was 65 grand for the landFo 5 O, 4×4, hit the strip slowwindows on tint so they cant look inIts me the kingpin hit and Mac 10On a trip about to hit up the 6Should I give up, them niggas run upThey fucked, now whatHuh, whos that?(Kurupt, Mack 10)That nigga KurruptG’z up, hoes down, muthafucka blaze upD.P.G.C. muthafucka g’d upIn all blue and grey all day alwaysLet the dogs out muthafuckaHear the barkingSee the homies G-walking gangsta talkinBitches low on dick often very oftenLil beeyotch 135 pounds of all diaaackI keep the house always stoppin them dubbs to the bayFina fuck with B cousin and E fo tayFrom my hood to yo’ town its all about the cashGot the check and the hoe checkin off in the stashDont worry bout’ nathan, we out there slanginMac n’ Kurrupt stay down for whobanginKeep a fat sack of dope n’ fo sho im DealyMaine, the first foo crossin fo sho I’ll kill em’Where the gangstas at?[Chorus 4x]Where the gangstas at?Where the gangstas at?Tell me where the homies and the gangstas at![Mack 10]We gone keep it gangsta aint go to popPush the six double O and the Rarri dropGet the two tickets spread on top of the hillNiggas bellin em’ chucks makin over a millKeep the studio full of groupie hoes and choosasIn the gut bruisas n’ three time losersMac 10 still thuggin, thats whats expectedAnd I vow to keep it ruff as long as Im connected[Kurupt]Man I dont give a fuck about a bitchMan I wont ever ever give em’ shitI hit the switch about 5 timesThen I make a switch and bust 5 rymesSwerve wit a homie that can serve 5 verbesMan thats the life then go home to my wifeWith my pistol (??) (??)Retire a nigga, now Im a let my girl write my first verse[B-Legit]I hear it’s funk on board, they need to let that goGot killas gettin down for a brick of snowAnd for the right doe have your head choppedTag the drug, bitch you fuckin with thugsNo time for pleasures, I got mills to buy judgesThey rush us, tryin to touch usThey bust us, no we all burn for scrapsSo tell me where the homies and my gangstas atChorus