He he, yeah that's that shit right there   Is this that shit that make a nigga just   It remind me of, matter of fact I'ma tell y'all   I wasn't gonna share this but I'll share it witch'all   Check this out      I slid up in a party where some suckers was at   Out of bounds, slipping, fucking with this hood rat   My homeboy told me that the bitch wasn't shit   But I didn't give a fuck 'cuz this twin a Crip   The first young nigga with a baseball cap   Tried to hit a nigga up until he seen how we strut   I'm like "Nigga, take two steps back"   Now lower your voice before you get pimp slapped      I know you seen me on your MTV raps   Way back in the days when I was with Fab' Five Freddy   I told you then, I told you now, boy I stay ready   Don't sweat it, we'll get him and then met him   Talk shit for a minute then deal with him   Hail Mary, call Makavelli to come and save your ass   'Cuz I'ma put my Chucks up in it so quick and so fast      You use some act-right like LaBetty   And let you know that I'm the king of this motherfucking city   Like Frank White, Nino Brown, John Gotti, Tony Soprano   Joey Banana and the great Tony Montana   All of 'em mixed in one fixed to done I like playing it six-to-one   This is fun, shooting my guns, counting my funds   And walking on you bitch niggaz that run I'm from      213, the gangsta clicc   21 motherfucking 3 nigga   All we do is the gangsta shit   Gangsta shit, biatch   213 the gangsta clicc   Haha and you know it, nigga   Straight up   All we do is the gangsta shit   Y'all know what's happening   Haha      I shoot 'em up, I bang bang   Or we can duke 'em up but you know you can't hang   Still from the beach, still A G thang   213 in the house and you know how we came   We came to party homie, so back up   Plus up in the club, y'all don't have a body      I bust guns, you bust guns   Difference is my bullets probably touch the sun   Want some? Come and get it   On your marks, get set, blah!   That's coming with it      They won't stop, they'll get it, you don't get it   It don't stop, still don't love bitches   My G-niggaz, holler if ya hear me   (Gangstas!)   Speak it loud and clearly   If you feel me raise your cups   (East Side, Long Beach)   Blaze it up and we from      213 the gangsta clicc   21 motherfucking 3 nigga   All we do is the gangsta shit   Gangsta shit, biatch   213 the gangsta clicc   Haha and you know it, nigga   Straight up   All we do is the gangsta shit   Y'all know what's happening   Haha      You can call me Lil' Meeno   Crazy motherfucker plus I'm Texas C-Notes   His finger on the trigger but it way too slow   You didn't see me coming so we missing his dome   213 and we gone      You can call me Nate King Cole   Smooth motherfucker when it come to these hos   All damn dimes up in every area codes   Gangsta shit, yep and all the hos know   When they go rolling in the stretch Navigator   We gon' get it baby girl now or later   She said she wanted to play so I played her   Made a promise to pay, but never paid her   It ain't that a hater      It's just she's a goddamn ho   And all of my niggaz know   They knowin' since '94   Wherever we go, she gon' go      213 the gangsta clicc   21 motherfucking 3 nigga   All we do is the gangsta shit   Gangsta shit, biatch   213 the gangsta clicc   Haha and you know it, nigga   Straight up   All we do is the gangsta shit   Y'all know what's happening   Haha