[Fingazz]
Get ready
Get ready
For the gangster, gangster
Get ready

[Verse 1: Down & Fingazz]
Here we go
Put your gloves on
Load up the Glock
Somebody gonna get shot
Let's get ready to rock
Eastside got the biggest fuckin' balls
With some vicious motherfuckin' dogs
With the evilness runnin' through my fuckin' blood
And we ain't gonna stop
We tearin' it up
We bringing it rough
And we don't give a fuck
This is straight up, gangsta love
For all my eses that are bald
Taking your wifeys and taking a car
Or sitting in the kitchen
Cooking cookies in the jar
This is strictly for my doggies in San Quintin, sittin' behind bars
With thirteen bullets and not stressing at all
Walking the yard with shags, ready to brawl
This is for all y'all
From the bottom of my heart
Gangsta shit
And that's ours

[Chorus: Fingazz]
That gangsta shit
As you ride up and down the eastside (Yeah)
Fuck the one time homie
It's the C-O, L-O, N-I-A
Motherfucker, we don't play games
This is that gangsta shit
As you ride up and down the eastside (Bitch)
Fuck the one time homie
It's the C-O, L-O, N-I-A

Down, Down, I'm Down

[Verse 2: Down Fingazz]
I'm the type of dawg that loves to look good
And not like those bitches that do what they should
Bring you 501's, .48's with the chrome gun, representing the hood
Sitting on a brand new ride, so it's all good
You know it's all good in Cali
I was hanging out this one afternoon
Getting all brewed
Eating some bomb food
I was rollin' through the hood
Bumping some old school
Puffing on a bamboo, feeling like a player should
This is for the playas that bumpin' the Kenwood
And for my gang
That's dressed in all blues
Sitting on chrome shoes, ready to stick and move
Looking sharper than a zoot suit
Going on a little cruise, chugging on the deuce-deuce
Gone with some evil looks, lookin' for the prostitutes

[Chorus: Fingazz]
That gangsta shit
As you ride up and down the eastside (Yeah)
Fuck the one time homie
It's the C-O, L-O, N-I-A
Motherfucker, we don't play games
This is that gangsta shit
As you ride up and down the eastside (Bitch)
Fuck the one time homie
It's the C-O, L-O, N-I-A

[Bridge: Fingazz]
No, you can't stop the gang from bangin' on ya
Cause we’re too hard up in Oxnard, California
And motherfucker, yes, I tried to warn ya
You can't stop that gangsta shit
No

[Verse 3: Down Fingazz]
I broke the handcuffs and loaded my gun
And if you step inside the wretched, you're gonna get done
I put the blunt to my lips and fired it up
Smoke the whole damn thing, then we roll another one
I got hoes lined up, ready to fuck
So I called up my dawgs, so I hit and run
It's on, doggie
Take your leash off
Tell your hoe you'll be back, and drop that bitch off
Turn all communications off and let's get it on
Baby, let's get it on, til the break of dawn
It was 9 o’clock
Wrapped up a session in the studio
And shooked the spot
Locked the low-low in the air, about four knobs
Thinking like I'm drinking, throwin' signs at the top
Leaving the block
Thinking about pussy, L-O-V-In'
And getting a blowjob

[Chorus: Fingazz]
That gangsta shit
As you ride up and down the eastside (Yeah)
Fuck the one time homie
It's the C-O, L-O, N-I-A
Motherfucker, we don't play games
This is that gangsta shit
As you ride up and down the eastside (Bitch)
Fuck the one time homie
It's the C-O, L-O, N-I-A

[Fingazz]
Gangsta
{*Fingazz ad-libbing*}