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letra de luv 4 dem gangsta'z - beverly hills cop iii the soundtrack

(verse 1)
aw sh-t, let’s take a trip
just sit back and light a spliff to this and don’t step
on a funky–ss track jump back
strapped with a gat and a sack and a 7-8 flak
come clean, gangsta lean, i got green
but i serve dubs like it ain’t no thing
i hang with og n-ggas don’t set trip
or you might get a slug in your f-ckin back
i don’t slack when it come to street
i kick real g sh-t to a gangsta beat
it’s so sweet, when you got money to spend
i got a cool–ss tilt and a fly–ss benz
i make ends, spend my dough on no ho
that’s how it is, nad that’s how it goes
act like ya know when i creep real slow
givin love to them n-ggas that i know is real g’s

(chorus)
if you got love for them gangstas
let me hear you one time if you down for the crime (that’s right fool)
if you got love for them hustlas
let me hear you say hooo if you makin straight dough (hooooo!)
if you got love for them playas
let me hear you say ooooh, ladies we want you (ooooooh!)
if you got love for them straight g’s
let me hear you motherf-ckers just scream (heeeeeeey!)

(sample from eazy-e’s “n-ggas my height don’t fight”)

the ruthless network, drive-by expert
straight outta compton, kickin up dust
the ruthless network, drive-by expert
straight outta compton…

(verse 2)
dump dump on a n-gga with a quickness
and they got no cure for this sickness
i get paid for the way that i kick this
like a g-ster, an og-ster (who’s that?)
a real n-gga named eazy
and i live my life straight crazy
don’t need no punk n-ggas payin me
and broke groupie–ss b-tches don’t faze me
i take two step back and release myself
to put platinum–ss cuts on the record shelf
i don’t brag, but i tell it like it straight-up is
before you do a record, n-gga, handle your business
and don’t get caught slippin on the under
or you might wonder (what’s up with them ends, n-gga?)
i call a spade a spade and get paid
g’s show the way, so i give love to ’em

(verse 3)
e-a-z-y, must i
chase the cat and be a dog, a straight-up hog
i leapfrog to the sound of a gangsta beat
so i can hear my sh-t bumpin on a compton street
that og, c-r-i-p and s, g and s
hip-hop thugsta, so quick to rush ya
straight to the dirt, fool i do work
n0body move, n0body get hurt
that’s how it is when it come to me
cause i’m the long d-ck bust-a-nut n-gga named eazy
b-tches can’t see me, hoes say i’m crazy
but i don’t think so, cause i’m just loco
i gives a f-ck about a skanless b-tch
let me hit it one time if you suck this d-ck
i don’t trip, gives my dough to no ho
that’s how it is, but i gives love to ya

- beverly hills cop iii the soundtrack

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