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点击复制Intro:
(*Man have you heard this stuff?
This gangsta rap? It's f**kin bullshit.
They're just talkin about dealin ***** and
beatin on people and sh*t
carryin guns to the studio. It's f**ked up sh*t.
And y'know you niggas
can't communicate with people*)
What the f**k you mean we can't communicate with people?
I tell you what since we can't communicate eh eh
Eh B (yo) I'm gonna write this motherf**ker a letter (alright)
Eh dogg, hand me my notebook (Here you go, dogg)
Verse One:
To whom it may concern whoever you may be
Before you criticise, try to understand me
If this sh*t do a million everytime you drop it
then you would be foolish to change the topic
I straight fiend for the cheddar, you know I got to get it
So I swing for the fence everytime I hit it
I been raised around the gangsta sh*t since elementary
with Gz and the feds and the state penitentiary
I'm from the place where the enemies put the scope on you
and when the police pull you over they plant d**e on you
But you do what you need to feed your kids and your girl
But you bastards don't even understand my world
What you know about bangin, **** distributin and lootin
eviction notices and, drive-by shootin?
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show
that real niggas only rap about what they know
Chorus:
I do it all for the cash, scrilla and the doe
If you ban gangsta rap then I gotta sell blow
To whom it may concern, this letter is to show
that real niggas only rap about what they know
*repeat*
Verse Two:
I done had it up to here with the a** kissin
plus a ni**a fed up with the media dissin
Politicians protest and hate like the rest
while niggas in the ghetto remain under stress
But I stay gangsta, keep bangin and hittin switches
while some West Coast Gz act like b**ches
How the f**k you gonna speak against gangsta rap, ni**a?
when that's what the f**k made you a gang of snaps, ni**a
Fool was the sh*t, now how could you dare
become a millionaire and forget what got you there?
F**k that, I hit a stick laced with embalment fluid
and make jams that make ya B and C walk to it
I was able to bang the hood and pack a fo'-fo'
Avoid the po-po and become a rap pro
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show
that real niggas only rap about what they know
Chorus
Verse Three:
I keep my pants saggin and my boxers showin
And ni**a it's Hoo Bangin for life in case you ain't knowin
Look at the cops, I know they fed around and fiest out
Peepin me cos I'm a thug and the watches iced out
I got homies cookin chemicals like a chemist
Next thing ya know we're outta town with birds flippin like a gymnast
All we know is bang or boss so we're jugglin
Can't get a job with two strikes so we're **** smugglin
Wit heat on my back like I'm solar, wit a pistola
mashin thru the ghetto witta car fulla yola
But I'd rather write rhymes and rap over beats
And if they ban that then a ni**a still got to eat
In every situation poverty's what I'm facin
So I leave shell cases and keep my smoker's free basin
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show
that real niggas only rap about what they know
Outro:
PS, all you punk motherf**kers out there
hatin on us young niggas gettin all this money, eat a dick!
Cos we gon' stay rich, and continue to do our
thang and forever hoo ridin and Hoo Bang, ni**a
Chorus to fade