Keep it Gangsta

[Kurupt] Yeah that gangsters shit always bangin Soopafly you sick for this We gon' show 'em how Tha Dogg Pound gangsters bang and ride Yeah... hey Shawn let's bang this turn it up man Let me talk to these niggas Who you aimin at nigga, you know I got you Look me up to find Nosferatu You'll never get away motherfucker we after ya I drain MC's, poetical Dracula I take away your mind body soul and spirit Vampiric, I mutilate with words and lyrics I injure with verbs off herbs and spirits I'm everywhere like germs and spirits You can hear me everywhere day and night like birds and crickets I got birds worth 14 tickets You ain't got no money, no riders, no squad or bitches Quit bullshittin, you ain't gotta lie to kick it Rolled up on this nigga like "Nigga whattup?" He said, "Your name ain't Kurupt, nigga your name is Bankrupt" First thing I did was just smirked and laughed I looked over at Daz and then we whooped his ass The present is the present and the past is the past And to stay in the present you should learn this fast Dogg Pound is forever you should learn this fast 'Fore we flash in a flash, millimeters and macs, nigga [Chorus] Just keep it gangsta - bust the thang on 'em Riders push 'em, that's what you better do nigga Just keep it gangsta - cause if you don't the millimeters'll spark And that's the end of the talk, we just Just keep it gangsta - all we know Through the highs and lows, this West coast motherfucker Just keep it gangsta - listen to me D.P.G.C., and then go fly for the thai, just keep it gangsta [Daz] Just keep it gangsta nigga! Glock homey grippin tight, AK on the backseat Don't ask me shit, muh'fuckers don't like me And you I don't like you too, so Dis what I'm gon' do Leave your ass seasick just like the flu The temperature risin, analyzin, surprisin you Niggas on lockdown, feel what I'm kickin Them niggas sellin that weight, yeah pluck them chickens Get it like you give it, give it how you live it And when I'm full of that spinach them 20 inches spinnin When I revolve I click back On the f'realla my nigga you don't want that I'm an Eastsider nigga but I'm West coast out Pistol in my hand and a blunt in my mouth What is the stat you amount nigga? I'm about them G's And blastin all rats, we about that cheese (wooo~!) From a G ass nigga, behind the mask behind the trigger Layin 'em down, muh'fucker what you figure? [Chorus] [Lady of Rage] Now, I'm not a Dogg Pound Gangsta Crip But I'm that chick from the Dogg Pound Gangsta Clique And I'm that chick that'll dog these wankstas quick Big body on that Dogg Pound Gangsta shit Now when I go bananas, y'all gon' need to go get the Sopranos Any mob, any gang, red or blue bandanas Gon' let you know I bang straight from the gate See these flows fuck it up like it was a case of rape Now, in or out of state I, bend 'em out of shape I Wipe 'em off my slate I, clean 'em off my plate I Squash these kids, eat 'em like sausages Whoa; where my dawgs at? Here's some Snausages A treat for yo' appetite, a lyrical roughness The toughest, bust this, you still {"can't touch this"} Fuck this shit, y'all must have forgotten I still give it to you like I gave his only begotten Son, spit mo' shit than a little bit huh? Whatever ha, I'm so raw I'm pissy drunk Punks jump up to get laid flat out Cause lyrically and literally Rage stay strapped It's the big payback, so jump, if you're feelin froggish and leap But I'ma just keep doggin the beats, capiche? Sweat the technique that I just freaked I'm bringin raw heat, hot enough to cook raw meat [Chorus]