| Song | Gangsta Boogie |
| Artist | Crips |
| Album | Nationwide Rip Ridaz, Vol. 2: Betrayed |
| 作词 : Big Freeze, Dukes, Fingaz ... | |
| Gotta watch my back to see these niggas got it fucked up | |
| But I keep my heater on me daily, nigga what's up? You're fucked up! | |
| Then put these shells with the .9 Nina | |
| Releasin' vapors on that ass like Biz | |
| This like not misdemenaour | |
| So take notes I skit throats up of a rhyme byter | |
| Bump your bitch | |
| Just spliff her on 'em all nighter | |
| Gangsta haters | |
| Can't stand to see me comin' | |
| With this Tec-9 creepin' nigga and straight up dumpin' | |
| Now let's roll | |
| Until you loose control | |
| Steady reachin' for the sky watch this game unfold | |
| For this real Eastside Rida man, it's all about that cheddar | |
| Tryin' to live my life better | |
| Tryin' to buy them fly sweaters | |
| Throw the Macs in the cut | |
| Keep it right, keep it strong tight | |
| Never loose my head as I be dead keep my game right | |
| In the city there's no pity | |
| So I exercise my game | |
| Better watch your front cause I be back | |
| Crippin' it up again | |
| Up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie | |
| To the rhythm of the streets it don't stop | |
| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie | |
| To the rhythm of the streets it don't stop | |
| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie | |
| To the rhythm of the streets it don't stop | |
| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie | |
| To the rhythm of the streets it don't stop | |
| [MAC-11] | |
| Lord have mercy on the young black | |
| I shoot up shit with the Tec then where my pride at? | |
| My will is empty all I do is 'pose I'm daydreamin' | |
| I've seen it all but couldn't tell you what life mean | |
| What's my purpose? | |
| What's a city, hittin' and hurt and suffer | |
| I show no love for these | |
| Busta-ass motherfuckers | |
| Convicted fellow a criminal mind that they can't get a job | |
| So when I'm home we do our starve to death row or robs | |
| Oh my god | |
| I only call on you when I need ya | |
| You know a nigga get you high back before he feature | |
| The only child runnin wild still on parole | |
| I got a son he don't know me | |
| And he's 12 years old | |
| Sadness and madness, they hurt me in the worst ways | |
| The Jury say I missed all my son birthdays | |
| Moment of silence means quiet on the fuckin' set | |
| Lord please don't let my son walk my footsteps | |
| He couldn't handle it | |
| He sees to many crucifice | |
| Plus he got to be proud of his friends high and close his eye | |
| And bless his momma, she's a money hungry lyin' rat | |
| Didn't mean to call her that | |
| But damn that's how the fuck she act | |
| I've been locked down for three long whole summers | |
| Fuck the block they test a motherfuckin phone number | |
| I'm needin' help but can't did it from a damned soul | |
| But the homie | |
| And they just gave him life without parole | |
| Lord have mercy | |
| [BIG FREEZE] | |
| For sure when I bust verbally | |
| ???? label me a threat to society | |
| Maybe it's because I spit with force | |
| Or I'm too | |
| Underground of being seen in their Source - Magazine | |
| But well of course I take one of those game machine Fullies | |
| With the 15 round clip and an infrared beam | |
| Crime scene | |
| Knowin' fellas death strugglers | |
| A gathors representer by players, killers and hustlers, now bust | |
| He be down stomped out and jacked | |
| Act city by ?? tellin' you Watts niggas it's like that and fat | |
| I don't know no more niggas like my niggas old schools squads | |
| Rhyme besides the robbers with the | |
| 50 Caliber | |
| Semi-automatics can't stop | |
| Refused to quit we gotta let these busters have it | |
| Strategly seem shared dreams in infrared beams | |
| Screamin breakin' the demons | |
| Trying to step by all means | |
| And I know I'ma have to pop just to protect my turf | |
| Or be a bitch and trying to cream wind up in the hearse | |
| Oh no, now Freeze I keeps it real no faking | |
| Cause the hood's for death loc | |
| I just can't shake this is talent | |
| We was raised by G's | |
| From the good old days | |
| Laced with this gangsterizm just playin' these cold ways | |
| How crime pays and fully K's mean power | |
| Trippin' a few ?island? in that ass some lead shower | |
| And that jump the more death | |
| More tape empty shells and my soul might | |
| Burn in hell | |
| I can't tell you to outcome cause I don't know | |
| But one thing I know for sure was everybody gots to go | |
| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie | |
| To the rhythm of the streets it don't stop | |
| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie | |
| To the rhythm of the streets it don't stop | |
| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie | |
| To the rhythm of the streets it don't stop | |
| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie | |
| To the rhythm of the streets it don't stop... |
| zuò cí : Big Freeze, Dukes, Fingaz ... | |
| Gotta watch my back to see these niggas got it fucked up | |
| But I keep my heater on me daily, nigga what' s up? You' re fucked up! | |
| Then put these shells with the . 9 Nina | |
| Releasin' vapors on that ass like Biz | |
| This like not misdemenaour | |
| So take notes I skit throats up of a rhyme byter | |
| Bump your bitch | |
| Just spliff her on ' em all nighter | |
| Gangsta haters | |
| Can' t stand to see me comin' | |
| With this Tec9 creepin' nigga and straight up dumpin' | |
| Now let' s roll | |
| Until you loose control | |
| Steady reachin' for the sky watch this game unfold | |
| For this real Eastside Rida man, it' s all about that cheddar | |
| Tryin' to live my life better | |
| Tryin' to buy them fly sweaters | |
| Throw the Macs in the cut | |
| Keep it right, keep it strong tight | |
| Never loose my head as I be dead keep my game right | |
| In the city there' s no pity | |
| So I exercise my game | |
| Better watch your front cause I be back | |
| Crippin' it up again | |
| Up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie | |
| To the rhythm of the streets it don' t stop | |
| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie | |
| To the rhythm of the streets it don' t stop | |
| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie | |
| To the rhythm of the streets it don' t stop | |
| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie | |
| To the rhythm of the streets it don' t stop | |
| MAC11 | |
| Lord have mercy on the young black | |
| I shoot up shit with the Tec then where my pride at? | |
| My will is empty all I do is ' pose I' m daydreamin' | |
| I' ve seen it all but couldn' t tell you what life mean | |
| What' s my purpose? | |
| What' s a city, hittin' and hurt and suffer | |
| I show no love for these | |
| Bustaass motherfuckers | |
| Convicted fellow a criminal mind that they can' t get a job | |
| So when I' m home we do our starve to death row or robs | |
| Oh my god | |
| I only call on you when I need ya | |
| You know a nigga get you high back before he feature | |
| The only child runnin wild still on parole | |
| I got a son he don' t know me | |
| And he' s 12 years old | |
| Sadness and madness, they hurt me in the worst ways | |
| The Jury say I missed all my son birthdays | |
| Moment of silence means quiet on the fuckin' set | |
| Lord please don' t let my son walk my footsteps | |
| He couldn' t handle it | |
| He sees to many crucifice | |
| Plus he got to be proud of his friends high and close his eye | |
| And bless his momma, she' s a money hungry lyin' rat | |
| Didn' t mean to call her that | |
| But damn that' s how the fuck she act | |
| I' ve been locked down for three long whole summers | |
| Fuck the block they test a motherfuckin phone number | |
| I' m needin' help but can' t did it from a damned soul | |
| But the homie | |
| And they just gave him life without parole | |
| Lord have mercy | |
| BIG FREEZE | |
| For sure when I bust verbally | |
| ???? label me a threat to society | |
| Maybe it' s because I spit with force | |
| Or I' m too | |
| Underground of being seen in their Source Magazine | |
| But well of course I take one of those game machine Fullies | |
| With the 15 round clip and an infrared beam | |
| Crime scene | |
| Knowin' fellas death strugglers | |
| A gathors representer by players, killers and hustlers, now bust | |
| He be down stomped out and jacked | |
| Act city by nbsp?? tellin' you Watts niggas it' s like that and fat | |
| I don' t know no more niggas like my niggas old schools squads | |
| Rhyme besides the robbers with the | |
| 50 Caliber | |
| Semiautomatics can' t stop | |
| Refused to quit we gotta let these busters have it | |
| Strategly seem shared dreams in infrared beams | |
| Screamin breakin' the demons | |
| Trying to step by all means | |
| And I know I' ma have to pop just to protect my turf | |
| Or be a bitch and trying to cream wind up in the hearse | |
| Oh no, now Freeze I keeps it real no faking | |
| Cause the hood' s for death loc | |
| I just can' t shake this is talent | |
| We was raised by G' s | |
| From the good old days | |
| Laced with this gangsterizm just playin' these cold ways | |
| How crime pays and fully K' s mean power | |
| Trippin' a few nbsp? island? in that ass some lead shower | |
| And that jump the more death | |
| More tape empty shells and my soul might | |
| Burn in hell | |
| I can' t tell you to outcome cause I don' t know | |
| But one thing I know for sure was everybody gots to go | |
| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie | |
| To the rhythm of the streets it don' t stop | |
| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie | |
| To the rhythm of the streets it don' t stop | |
| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie | |
| To the rhythm of the streets it don' t stop | |
| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie | |
| To the rhythm of the streets it don' t stop... |