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This Gangsta Shit Is Too Much (Feat. Butch Cassidy)(feat. Butch Cassidy)1, 2, 1, 2, yeah All yeah, we doing it like that We flip that, uh More in the crib Dru, yeah, D-Funk allstars Thats how we do it, G-Funk, yeah [Warren G] What's y'all thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit Too much smokin' that Sherman shit I learned this from the best, and got y'all sprung The, the doctor, Andre Young Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me Going hard on the yard, 'till me dogs bailed me They tells me, I can't precede with it I came back and got ole G'd with it We get crunk, spit it when we drunk Commited to that shit, that makes the gangstas stump Chumps can try, if they choose to to With these locs love my dogs like the Blues Clues So excuse you, I'm the reason for the fame And all of a sudden, you ain't believing in the name What? Butch Cassidy, show 'em what we working with [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] This gangsta shit is too much Don't be suckas, can't touch It's working in the LBC, nonstop to the NYC Warren G, with the gangsta three's, oooh wee! [Warren G] And the win, on the 7-10 southbound Duece and gin, getting guzzled down by the mouth now Smashing a hundred in the car pool Thats the type of thing that hogs do My concern ain't the fame, I hope you know that Status: millionaire, still don't show that Go back to where I was raised On the porch is where they got braids, never not afraid To test my shot, drop a hundred dollar fade Holla, don't be a major see me in the hood Off TV, totally un-Hollywood Still to the good and you know that Still with me, still when you show that And |