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keep it gangsta - coolio lyrics

[chorus]
all my west coast g’s keep it gangtsa (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 1]
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, [?]
every godd*mn 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? sh*t been like this before i came, man
so suck your candy cane, you and your homies be switchin’ lanes
me and my homies gonna stay the samе
[?]
i told y’all i got kids to feed
i told y’all not to f*ck with mine and me
i know about your [?]
i still ain’t got [?]
it’s the c*doublе*o*l*i*to*the*o
from the cpt with the motherf*ckin’ flow
y’all motherf*ckers better let me know
y’all motherf*ckers better let me grow

[chorus]
all my west coast g’s keep it gangtsa (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 [?]
so you called on the lord, [?] 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
[?]
[?] 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, [?] in his head
he called but ain’t n0body talk to him there
he was ballin’ on the set, shot callin’ on the set
now he’s layin’ in the cell with his hand on his d*ck

[chorus]
all my west coast g’s keep it gangtsa (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 3]
think you playin’ with some f*ckin’ kids? who you think you f*ckin’ with?
tell you what you f*ckin’ with, ou f*ckin’ with some gangsta sh*t
mr. burns’ replacement [?], guaranteed to bang a b*tch
you can’t make her happy, so she’s searching for replacement d*ck
it ain’t my fault [?]
[?], y’all can’t f*ck with coolio
west coast ridin’ ’til i’m dyin’, btch*ass n*ggas [?]
fake*ass n*ggas just keep on [?]
talkin’ ’bout the g’s and thugs fakin’ like they crips and bloods
pretendin’ like they servin’ drugs [?]
n*gga, i’ma tell you what, when i come through, y’all better duck
i’m tired of all this sh*t that’s [?] i don’t give a f*ck
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 f*ck 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 gangtsa (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 gangtsa (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 gangtsa (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

- coolio lyrics

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