Wanted Dead Or Alive (gangsta Party) Songtext

And the mothafuckin' condoms, have one on us a'ight?

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture bom
The hoochies wit' precision my intentions to get richer
With the S N double O P Dogg
My fuckin' homey, you's a cold ass nigga on them hogs

Sho nuff
I keep my hand on my gun 'cuz
They got me on the run
Now, I'm back in the court room waitin' on the outcome

Free 2pac is all that's on that nigga's mind
But at the same time it seem they tryin' to take mine
So I'ma get smart and get defensive
And shit and put together million march for some gangsta shit

So now they got us laced, 2 multi millionaire
Mothafuckas catchin' cases
Bitches get ready for the throwdown The shit's about to go down
(Ughh)
Me 'n' Snoop about to clown

I'm losin' my religion
I vicious on these stool pigeons
Ya might be deep in the game
But cha got the rules missin'

Niggas be actin' like they savage
They out to get the cabbage
I got nothin' but love
For my niggas livin' lavish

I got a pit named P, she niggarino
I got a house on the hills, right next to Chino
And I think I got a black Beamer
But my dream is to own a fly Casino like Bugsy Seagal

And do it all illegal and get scooped up by
The lil' homie in the Regal
(Mmh)
It feels good to you baby bubba
You see ya' vicious for the G's and the keys, Mothafucka

Now, holla as we ride
Mothafuck the rest 2 of the best from the West Side
And I can make you famous, niggaz been dyin' for years
So, how can they blame us?

I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailin' these mothafuckin' G's
If you got it, better flaunt it
Another warrant, 2 of Amerikaz most wanted

Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party
Nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party

Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangsta party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party
Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangsta party

Now give me 50 feet, the fleet is not my destiny
Release me to the streets and keep whatever's left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief
Ya better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me
(How does it feel?)

These niggas must be crazy word, there ain't no mercy
Mothafuckers you can't fade the thug
(Right)
You thought it was but it wasn't now disappear
Bow down in the presence of a boss playa

It's like 'cuz, blood, gangbangin'
Everybody in the party doing dope slangin'
Ya got to have papers in this world
Ya might get yo' first snatch before your eyes swirl

Ya doin' ya job everyday
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turn gray
Let me tell you 'bout life and the way it is
You see we live by the gun so we die by the gun's kids

You tell me not to roll with my glock
Now I got to get away
Floatin' in the black Benz
(Biatch!)
Tryin' to do shit today

They wonder how I live with 5 shots
Niggas is hard to kill on my block
Scheme for policy and dope related
Affiliated with tha hustlas so we made It
No askin' questions, I'm trying to get upon it
My nigga dog, eternally the most wanted

Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party

Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangsta party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party
Nothin' but a gangsta party

It ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangsta party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party
Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangsta party

Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party
Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangsta party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party, biatch

Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party
Death row

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