(feat. Mya) [Verse 1:] Straight outta the motherfuckin pissy hallways in the projects To park in a four door Bentley on my set. Same hood, same motherfuckin steps I sat on and took the plastic off of "Life After Death" Bangin, boning Biggie Biggie i did a 360 The Aftermath for that is the nigga 50 aint wit me. No hard feelings, we both made millions You can hate me or love me but nigga I spit real shit, like I'm comatose, tell the Doc I'm sick Before "Detox", let me take my last chronic hit. Now I am gangsta rap inhale the weed smoke And coughed up five platinum plaques So Ima let the nigga Dr. Dre hit Next time I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch (dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch) I don't make love, I make hits. I put a condom on and stuff my dick in this Hip Hop shit. [Chorus: x2] Feels Good Gangsta [Verse 2:] Im that six figure nigga Who got the word from KRS-ONE and stole the Blueprint from Jigga Niggas yellin Game did this, Game did that Game aint do shit but bring the motherfuckin West Coast back I hear the whisperin goin on in the hood. I sent a motherfuckin Hallmark card to Suge That nigga know that we all good So you can catch a cab to Hell wit them death threats I'm already dead I put the .38 revolver to my own fuckin head before I let the shit eat my conscience. Aint a nigga in the world could tell me I can't come thru Compton. Before I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers. Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy. Pop was a Rolling Stone so that makes me a crack baby. I'm in rehab three times a week because I'm a motherfuckin feen for a Dr. Dre beat. [Chorus x2] [Chorus x2]
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Mya) [Verse 1:] Straight outta the motherfuckin pissy hallways in the projects To park in a four door Bentley on my set. Same hood, same motherfuckin steps I sat on and took the plastic off of "Life After Death" Bangin, boning Biggie Biggie i did a 360 The Aftermath for that is the nigga 50 aint wit me. No hard feelings, we both made millions You can hate me or love me but nigga I spit real shit, like I'm comatose, tell the Doc I'm sick Before "Detox", let me take my last chronic hit. Now I am gangsta rap inhale the weed smoke And coughed up five platinum plaques So Ima let the nigga Dr. Dre hit Next time I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch (dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch) I don't make love, I make hits. I put a condom on and stuff my dick in this Hip Hop shit. [Chorus: x2] Feels Good Gangsta [Verse 2:] Im that six figure nigga Who got the word from KRS-ONE and stole the Blueprint from Jigga Niggas yellin Game did this, Game did that Game aint do shit but bring the motherfuckin West Coast back I hear the whisperin goin on in the hood. I sent a motherfuckin Hallmark card to Suge That nigga know that we all good So you can catch a cab to Hell wit them death threats I'm already dead I put the .38 revolver to my own fuckin head before I let the shit eat my conscience. Aint a nigga in the world could tell me I can't come thru Compton. Before I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers. Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy. Pop was a Rolling Stone so that makes me a crack baby. I'm in rehab three times a week because I'm a motherfuckin feen for a Dr. Dre beat. [Chorus x2] [Chorus x2]
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