Letra Living Tha Gangsta Life de Tha Dogg Pound original

Man talking>
He repeats an alleged conversation
Between Snoop and an unnamed L.A. sheriff's lieutenant
Officer: I think I know who killed Tupac
Snoop: I do too, the guy who was seated next to him
Officer: You mean, Suge Knight?
Snoop: Yes

Daz Dillinger>
Awww shit!
How the fuck can you niggas be on TV live
On channel 13 but call yourself a gangster?
Nigga, ya better stop doin all that dry snitchin
When you know it ain't real, 'fore somebody come getchu
This Big C style, Dogg Pound gangster for life

Xzibit>
I move bricks and llel, I freeze 'em with ice
I keep my business seperate from my personal life
My and me niggas hustle enough, move enough weight
To buy real estate, vehicles, paperwork straight
Little niggas try to calculate the money I make
I ain't havin it, I keep the gauge cocked in kitchen cabinet
Grabbin it, for any altercation
Catch a permanent vacation, fuckin with the Son of Satan
And I ain't waitin for the one time they catch me
Arrest me, and rape me, humiliate, distress me
Telephone rang, when I answered then they hung up
Three niggas kicked the front door with they guns up
Cover my son up, and let the lead off
Pumped the pump, Xzibit took them niggas heads off
Be-atch

Chorus: Kurupt (Daz)
Livin the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta life)
Livin the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta life)
We live the gangsta life (Live the gangsta life)
Livin the gangsta life (Hah, hah, hah, hah)
Live the gangsta life (We live the gangsta life)
Livin the gangsta life (Live the gangsta life)
We live the gangsta life (We live the gangsta life)

Daz>
I wake up five in the mornin, smoke a sack in the head
Sneak out the back, ground was trackin, thuggin, dodgin the feds
Slangin, hangin on the corner, regulatin the hood
Bangin and robbin, transportin the goods
Hop in the Buggy and throw my cell in my pocket
Grab my strap, cockin to see my homie, hop in the fo' (Sup cous')
Watch the young hoes jockin that gangsta life
Niggas is heated, down to jump on site, nah
I just swerve the boulevard and maintain the status of a G
'cause ain't nothin but the hog in me
Niggas around my way don't get along with me (Why?)
'cause they jealous that I packin more than thirty G's, nigga
Cocaine and weed was the only factor in my life, I'm comin up
I'm runnin on anybody who postin rent up
Everbody in my family path was dead
Heaven to Hell, that's where my homies'll dwell
Straight gangstas

Chorus: Kurupt (Daz)
Live the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta life)
Livin the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta life)
We live the gangtsa life (Livin the gangsta life)
Livin the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta life)
Live the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta life)
Livin the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta's life)
We live the gangsta life (And live the gangsta's life)
Livin the gangsta life (Hah, hah, hah, hah)

Kurupt>
Yea, and if ya bang say, what, gangsta life
Give it up to all the homies say, gangsta life
Check it out
Gangstas let it all go, no games
No snitchin allowed, spittin no names
I'm G (I'm G) and you ain't (you ain't)
I can (I can) and you can't (you can't)
Ever since you dropped names, you outta sight
Snitchin on ya homeboys - that ain't right
I always grew up since eighteen and up
With somethin to throw up, the hood we threw up
(Look at this Dogg Pound Gangsta)
Flashbacks, of times we got bust at
Turn around bust back then scat
Movin on up to the top of the map
'cause gangstas'll be here 'til the Curl come back
This is our world - land of the gangsta macks
Patrolled by the blue and red rags
Out here we ain't into ice
Just bangin, dicin, the gangsta life (homie)

Chorus - Kurupt> 2x
Livin gangsta life
Livin the gangsta life
We live the gangsta life
Livin the gangsta life