Gangsta Ish

Let me get my smoke on and my Locz on, if you are a son of a dog you are a Dogson, let me get my drink on and what to think on, click clack bom I'm taking hits from the bong. Cheech and Chong can't smoke with us, turn up the bass, force is giving speed to the mass, these chess not checkers for you wannabe rappers, get yo ass in check and cut off the check. Get back before you get the proper smack, this is the return of the gangsta rap, talk back if I talk, M.I.S missing in the smoke. Don't provoke a Loc or get smoked, like that busta OG Loc, I'm making the same song, this is not Beach of Long, to each is own. Get back to the same bitch now the bitch is grown, and turn that frown upside down, your mind is blown, bow down cause I miss that original sound, you are a fraud I'll tell you clear and loud. Keep it proud oh and keep it simple, tho, I told you once before, you can't turn a housewife from a ho, more bounce to the ounce and bounce some more, sell your pussy girl, keep selling some mo. This is old, funky, gangsta ish, always remember never trust a bish, if you are a Pimp don't get Pimp slapped, and if you are a ho don't get your ass wrecked.