Keep It Gangsta

All my West Coast G's keep it gangsta (Gangsta)

All my dirties in the South keep it gangsta (Gangsta)

My East Coast thugs keep it gangsta (Gangsta)

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 the fame

Every goddamn thing I claim, they put me in the hall of shame

So I'ma take some aim, hit them with this ball of flame

Now, who's the one to blame? Shit been like this before I came, man

So suck your candy cane, you and your homies be switchin' lanes

Mе and my homies gonna stay the same

Y'all gon' play [?]

I told y'all I got kids to feed

I told y'all not to fuck with minе and me

I know about your lie, and you'd see

I still ain't got [?]

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 grow

All my West Coast G's keep it gangsta (Gangsta)

All my dirties in the South keep it gangsta (Gangsta)

My East Coast thugs keep it gangsta (Gangsta)

My Midwest homies keep it gangsta[Verse 2]

I know it's hard in the yard and it's cold 'hind the bars

There's some days you gotta start, but 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 bluffin' there

[?] get you stuck and cops are watchin' near

No club, 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 hearin' voices in his head, feelin' dead in his head

He called, but ain't nobody talk to him there

He was ballin' on the set, shot callin' on the set

Now he layin' 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)

My East Coast thugs keep it gangsta (Gangsta)

My Midwest homies keep it gangsta

Think you playin' with some fuckin' kids? Who you think you fuckin' with?

Tell you what you fuckin' with, you fuckin' with some gangsta shit

Mr. Burns' replacement clear, guaranteed to bang a bitch

You can't make her happy, so she's searching for replacement dick

It ain't my fault [?]

I hope I make it on your flow, y'all can't fuck with Coolio

West Coast ridin' 'til I'm dyin', bitch-ass niggas let's keep on sidin'

Fake-ass niggas just keep on ridin'

Walk-ass niggas let's keep on lyin'

Talkin' 'bout the G's and thugs fakin' like they Crips and Bloods

Pretendin' like they servin' drugs, send another nigga su'

Nigga, I'ma tell you what, when I come through, y'all better duck

I'm tired of all this shit that suck, bitch-y, I don't give a fuck

Call yo' momma, call yo' kids, call yo' cousins, call yo' friends

Call yo' uncle and the rest of yo' kin, and 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'ma show you how these gangstas hang[Chorus]

All my West Coast G's keep it gangsta (Gangsta)

All my dirties in the South keep it gangsta (Gangsta)

My East Coast thugs keep it gangsta (Gangsta)

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)

My East Coast thugs keep it gangsta (Gangsta)

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)

My East Coast thugs keep it gangsta (Gangsta)

My Midwest homies keep it gangsta