I just turned my stereo to some gangsta shit, to some gangsta shit

Hold up

I just turned my stereo to some gangsta shit, to some gangsta shit

Playing Nate Dogg, bump it in the ride

Out in Long Beach, down the street from Oceanside

West Coast G-Funk, put me on a vibe

Two steppin' like a G huh, tell me its only right

All the older heads making records dodging the feds

I listened on the courts where me and soldier boi earned our cred

Before the gangster shit in music composition was dead

In time my partners figured out the way to build up their bread

I was ah, young pup on the verge of destruct

I mean uh, hold up I ain't done with the funk

I was sitting in my grandmas kitchen eating one day

When my uncle put me onto uncle Snoop and Dre

Thats when I

I just turned my stereo to some gangsta shit, to some gangsta shit

Hold up

I just turned my stereo to some gangsta shit, to some gangsta shit

Play that Suga Free, house parties getting live

Keep it drama free, never lasts I ain't surprised

Drinking O.E., give me shit I'm drinking five

That'll hold me, probably giggin' all night

Suga Free taught me key essentials to life

Make sure your money's all accounted for and run up the price

If it's in high demand pimpin' right outside of the van

If anybody get to trippin' get the side of the hand

I was, smoking Chronic to the sounds of Dre

Had Nothing But A G Thang playing everyday

Ice Cube told me how to push rhymes like weight

Thats when everything changed and I found my excape

Thats when I

I just turned my stereo to some gangsta shit, to some gangsta shit

Hold up

I just turned my stereo to some gangsta shit, to some gangsta shit

Gangsta Shit