Letras:
South Park Real Gangster

jar) scopin out the bar Distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra (uh-huh) Not the type to go spark metal in Start thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park

N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans Parked

3rd bred Bankhead, Roll Park scholar From a house with no father, school - why bother? That's why I call myself the King of the South Well nigga, ah

wanna know about some gangsta shit Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta

Connect Gang And bump what you plain homey this who bang With enough game to drive a swear broad insane And we number one gunners no we ain't stunners It's real

: West, South Central [Verse 1: Ras Kass] If money ain't foldin' homie I'm not rollin' Talk a gang of shit, spit out my colon Rip Dog and Non-Affiliated

up some paper I needa vacation... I'm going to da bluff Where it's rough See if I could cook me up enough I needa vacation... I'm goin to College Park

1st verse: yo yo this one called Real Gangsta ha. He was a good kid off to elementery,A's and B's and had no enemies,but he saw all the G's as he walked

red's all they know But not our luck, tonight we was real fucked Broke down an alley and we instantly had to duck Fuckin' police on a gang sweep No time