Track 1

"GANGSTA SHIT"

(E-40 & C-Bo — ad-libs: Uh! E-Feezy! C-Bo! Sick wid it!)

Intro

E-Feezy...

C-Bo...

West Coast...

Uh!

This that gangsta shit...

Verse 1 — E-40

Sprinkler, hustler, gorilla in the mist

Talkin' 'bout paper, I don't reminisce

Came from the Crest where the soil get rich

Now every move I make is legit as it gets

Gouda, cheddar, provolone stack

Big body whip, candy paint on the back

Function at the mansion, barbecue pit

Everything I do is that gangsta shit

Hook

Gangsta shit, gangsta shit

Everything we do is that gangsta shit

Gangsta shit, gangsta shit

West Coast born, West Coast bred, that's it

Uh! Gangsta shit!

Verse 2 — C-Bo

Garden Blocc raised me, ain't no façade

Prayed to the Lord, still kept the rod

Streets don't love you, they just use you up

So I keep my circle tight and my cup filled up

Been through the storm, came out the other side

Real one, never ran, never hide

Talk is cheap, I let the record speak

C-Bo, E-Feezy, every bar unique

Verse 3 — E-40

Two decades deep and we still in the mix

Independent money, ain't nobody get rich

Off our backs, off our sweat, off our grind

So we keep it pushin', one of a kind

Y'all can keep the hype, we keep the history

West Coast legends, that's the mystery

E-40, C-Bo, Sick Wid It, certified

Legends don't fold, they get amplified

Hook

Gangsta shit, gangsta shit

Everything we do is that gangsta shit

Gangsta shit, gangsta shit

West Coast born, West Coast bred, that's it

Uh! Gangsta shit!

Outro

E-Feezy...

C-Bo...

West Coast...

That gangsta shit...

Uh!