Gangsta Tweed

Chorus: Fo' Clips & Tammi Holt:

Ain't no givin' a fucc in the CPT
Ain't no givin' a fuck...!
If you ain't down with Compton then biatch you ain't down with me, CPT: Cap Peelin' Territory
Yeah... Territory yeahh!

Verse 1: Tweedy Bird Loc:

Gangsta Tweed, is about to rhyme
If your bitch is on the bacc 'cause the tramp's all mine
Gotta be a full tucced bitch peeler in the CPT, nigga gonna maintain
Keep my ends off the key, turn to shove them niggas, see 'em through the scope
Straight gangsta rhythm left another nigga broke
Finna die, a busta's death
Put him with his left, start the Jeep then I step
To the Eastside Hub City onto Kelly
Busta-ass bitch flaggin' me down, finna make a sale
Cheap Chronic, man, dub saccs some mo'
There goes in my hand, get yo' zags at the store
There you go, now the bitch slippin' her number
But the tricky-ass bitch gon' be the first to go under
Smacc the bitch with a gat in her head if she white
Blow the bitch up and now I'm with that shit every night
Tell these mothafuccas they are broke than a bitch
If you let me tell it, I don't have to tell you shit
Here goes another silly bitch wanna fucc
If the Tweed don't want that ass, toss that bitch up
And sticc some, hollow-ass tips down her throat
And burn her punk-ass niggas who really though
Yo' mothafuccin' mama, that bitch will get beat
By Gangsta Tweed, Gangsta Tweed

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Verse 2: Tweedy Bird Loc:

Killin' all faggots down with niggas down for theirs
Me myself, I make the hardest mothafuccas straight stare
Fool handle, yo' mothafuccin' business
Before you talk it, you always gettin' near shit
Get too quicc, to be gone, now it's own
Tell these fools if the Tweed get beat, then peel his dome
Can't a near mothafucca stop me
Bitch buyin' the dicc, if she ain't knowin', it will cost her
Tramp-ass hoe somethin' great
But I ain't fuccin' without at least 3 rubbers and some duct tape
Punk wearin' menace slow your mothafuccin' roll
I'm on, swole
Nappy necc-ass bitch know she ain't worth shit
Without a tongue, two lips, and some mothafuccin' sticc
Make my dicc bow down bitch, or raise the fucc up
You ain't gettin' none of your shit, all your clothes is gone, slicc
Get yo' naked ass in the wind
So I can find another stupid bitch like you, and begin again
Nothin' broke dead bitches quicc to sleep
By Gangsta Tweed, Gangsta Tweed!

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