[Intro: Duece Poppi]
Attention
This is a Gangsta service announcement
Fuck N***as, get your ass off the dance floor
Make room for the motherfucking gangstas
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
Yeah, yeah, this is for my thugs in da club with the strap
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back
This is for my dawgs gettin' money with them packs
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back
Radio rappers on R&B tracks
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back
N***as talk business that they know they won't clap
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back

[Verse 1: The Game]
Out with the patron, in wit the G's
Take off da Foams put the Phantom on some D's
Ridin' through Dade county, blowin' the palm trees
Can't hit the car boot till dis bitch get off her knees
Yeah, doin' circles round the circle house
Blackwall, Maybach, n***a we'll merk you out
Wid no remorse, let the Goose take it's course
Hit you with the M, slide off, in the black Porsche
Then it's back to the shore club, all white linen
Chain lookin' like Staples Center, lights in it
Bitch n***a, we them gangsta rich n***as
Cocaine cowboys worth over 6 figures
Gotta Glock 9, real n***a, cock mine
Put more red on the corner then a stop sign
Walk in the club, more diamonds then a rock sign
Take the Rollie off, show a n***a how to stop time
[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
Yeah, yeah, this is for my thugs in da club with the strap
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back
This is for my dawgs gettin' money with them packs
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back
Radio rappers on R&B tracks
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back
N***as talk business that they know they won't clap
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back

[Verse 2: Gunplay]
Sack full of solid, fat Gucci wallet
Fat Gucci collar, trickin' whatcha call it
Heavy in the game, so I put the Chevy in the game
Puttin' down like Belly in this thang
Black magic on the wheels, whole dead crackers on the bills
Hoes shaking naked in their heels
Still bout yam, yeah i still wham
[?] still fucking with a player parlayin'
N***a on clout, blowin' on loud
Strangling the cloud, can't turn it down
Bank on big, Dank on deck
Talkin' all crazy, I ain't state nothin' yet
Purp, patron, pills off these sniffing hill
Gotta couple hundred, throw it like a millionaire
Motherfuck a sale, motherfuck a plaque
(Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back)
[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
Yeah, yeah, this is for my thugs in da club with the strap
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back
This is for my dawgs gettin' money with them packs
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back
Radio rappers on R&B tracks
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back
N***as talk business that they know they won't clap
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Frivilous energy, enemies envy
My only dream is one grenadine Bentley
Forgiato's sit well on my Audo
Teflon fit well in my car door
I invest in stocks, Blackwall Street shareholders pressin' blocks
Breakin' down the ounces amongst all the councilors
Black Bilderberg is how you announce us
I'm in the houses, fuck all the bouncers
[?] so fuck where the house was
R.I.P to Pac, salute
Ice Cube now it's time to bleed [?]
A n***a with a attitude, still strapped
Real n***as on my latitude, feel that
B.G's on the avenue, get [?]
(Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back)
[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
Yeah, yeah, this is for my thugs in da club with the strap
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back
This is for my dawgs gettin' money with them packs
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back
Radio rappers on R&B tracks
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back
N***as talk business that they know they won't clap
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back

[Verse 4: Torch]
Okay, fuck [?] n***a play
[?] city, cringe shot to the play
Couple hundred in Merce'
Plates on my lap
Triple C here now, gangsta shit back
Always play the back, I ain't with the front
Price on my head cuh, lemme' see some
They ain't doing nothing, n***as talk a good game
I'm head clean money up, motherfucking fame
[?], my shoes ain't [?]
Say the wrong shit, another bitch on my own
Still moving packs, deeper than [?]
(Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back)

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
Yeah, yeah, this is for my thugs in da club with the strap
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back
This is for my dawgs gettin' money with them packs
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back
Radio rappers on R&B tracks
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back
N***as talk business that they know they won't clap
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back

[Verse 5: Young Breed]
Straight up, n***a, we ain't with the fuck shit
I'm talking a hundred real n***as in one clique
We them shit starters, getting [?]
Sold a pack of [?], n***as skipped college
Sweet n***as still feeling theyself
Sware they same LP still on the shelf
We ain't fucking with you bubble gum rappers
We do it for the hustlers, the G's, the trappers
These sucka ass n***as ain't street
These buster ass n***as [?]
They don't wanna play gangstas on the radio
Them haters type a lotta shit, but won't say it though
You n***as blogging [?]
You lil [?]
You can find me in the trap with the sack
'Cause n***as finna bring that gangsta shit back

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
Yeah, yeah, this is for my thugs in da club with the strap
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back
This is for my dawgs gettin' money wid them packs
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back
Radio rappers on R&B tracks
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back
N***as talk business that they know they won't clap
Waiting for 'em to bring that gangsta shit back