"Gangsta Bop (Remix)" lyrics
(feat. Akon)
[Akon:]
Ayo. It's the illegal alien, man
To make a long story short
This' how we get down
It's me and DJ Skee right here
Let's get it crackin'!
Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Rock with me. Let's keep this bitch poppin'
Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Like back when a nigga was clockin'
[The Game:]
Guess who's back?
In the 6-4 Impala with the gold Ds on it
15's in the trunk. Let it bump
Soon as Akon breathe on it, the club get crunk
Swallow the snare, inhale the bass and watch the club jump
Everybody getting drunk, and it's all on me
You're 21? Let me see I.D.
That ain't you. Get out the V.I.P.
I'm rap's M.V.P. toasting up for Pac and B.I.G.
Smoke something...
[Akon:]
I don't know you, you don't know me
You don't know the history I got on these streets
Only if you see what my eyes have seen
Then you'll understand why I'm surrounded by Gs
If you owe me or we got beef
I recommend you reach for your heat and don't freeze
Pause for a minute. Guaranteed you're gon' bleed
'Cause that's how we was raised growing up in these streets
Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Rock with me. Let's keep this bitch poppin'
Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Like back when a nigga was clockin'
[The Game:]
When I say, "Bounce," everybody in the club gon' bounce
All the homies put your rags in the air
All the ladies put your drinks in the air
Light it up, take a puff
Grab a cup, fill it up
Throw Patron shots back 'til you're dizzy and your head bust
Mix the silver with lime and call it a "head rush"
Meet me in the V.I.P.. We're on some gangsta shit
Every time you see Akon, he on some gangsta shit
Ridin' with me, it'll be a gang of half-naked chicks in the club
Imported from South France
Got 'em throwing up dubs
Drinking outta champagne fountains blowing on dubs
Cristal mixed with Chronic. Now, they're throwing up bub
Look at 'em rocking all that "ice" tryna glow in the club
I make 'em strip like a chick 'fore she get in that tub
I'm getting tired of these fake-ass thugs
In these fake-ass clubs
Running up. Akon, pass me the snub
[Akon:]
I don't know you, you don't know me
You don't know the history I got on these streets
Only if you see what my eyes have seen
Then you'll understand why I'm surrounded by Gs
If you owe me or we got beef
I recommend you reach for your heat and don't freeze
Pause for a minute. Guaranteed you're gon' bleed
'Cause that's how we was raised growing up in these streets
Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Rock with me. Let's keep this bitch poppin'
Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Like back when a nigga was clockin'
Ayo. It's the illegal alien, man
To make a long story short
This' how we get down
It's me and DJ Skee right here
Let's get it crackin'!
Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Rock with me. Let's keep this bitch poppin'
Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Like back when a nigga was clockin'
[The Game:]
Guess who's back?
In the 6-4 Impala with the gold Ds on it
15's in the trunk. Let it bump
Soon as Akon breathe on it, the club get crunk
Swallow the snare, inhale the bass and watch the club jump
Everybody getting drunk, and it's all on me
You're 21? Let me see I.D.
That ain't you. Get out the V.I.P.
I'm rap's M.V.P. toasting up for Pac and B.I.G.
Smoke something...
[Akon:]
I don't know you, you don't know me
You don't know the history I got on these streets
Only if you see what my eyes have seen
Then you'll understand why I'm surrounded by Gs
If you owe me or we got beef
I recommend you reach for your heat and don't freeze
Pause for a minute. Guaranteed you're gon' bleed
'Cause that's how we was raised growing up in these streets
Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Rock with me. Let's keep this bitch poppin'
Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Like back when a nigga was clockin'
[The Game:]
When I say, "Bounce," everybody in the club gon' bounce
All the homies put your rags in the air
All the ladies put your drinks in the air
Light it up, take a puff
Grab a cup, fill it up
Throw Patron shots back 'til you're dizzy and your head bust
Mix the silver with lime and call it a "head rush"
Meet me in the V.I.P.. We're on some gangsta shit
Every time you see Akon, he on some gangsta shit
Ridin' with me, it'll be a gang of half-naked chicks in the club
Imported from South France
Got 'em throwing up dubs
Drinking outta champagne fountains blowing on dubs
Cristal mixed with Chronic. Now, they're throwing up bub
Look at 'em rocking all that "ice" tryna glow in the club
I make 'em strip like a chick 'fore she get in that tub
I'm getting tired of these fake-ass thugs
In these fake-ass clubs
Running up. Akon, pass me the snub
[Akon:]
I don't know you, you don't know me
You don't know the history I got on these streets
Only if you see what my eyes have seen
Then you'll understand why I'm surrounded by Gs
If you owe me or we got beef
I recommend you reach for your heat and don't freeze
Pause for a minute. Guaranteed you're gon' bleed
'Cause that's how we was raised growing up in these streets
Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Rock with me. Let's keep this bitch poppin'
Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Like back when a nigga was clockin'
