Gettin Real Buck Gangsta Blac

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac]
Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck

[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
It's kind of hard to keep a fuckin' meal
If yo' name ain't Holyfield
Kick back in this AC high as hell, countin' dollar bills
Make a trip to the liquor store, stop and get a Tanqueray
Pint of Gin in the wind, ballin' hittin' the freeway
Ain't no slippin' in the street, 5-0's on my ass, G
Three cars deep, after me, ballin' down through S.P.V
Gangsta' mane, still the same, gleamin' as I see you pass
Holler when I holler, time to dip into another path
Rip it up, open it up, can I get a Newport?
Pass me one, thank you sir
Got your own, ain't no shorts
Ya on ya owns, ain't no shorts
Steve and Bone, they taught me that
Straight from the Mound, yeah they down
If they cool with Gangsta Blac
All my nigga's gettin' buck, bitches on my dizzick
Dolemite, 'cause I'm so hype
And ho, this just big business
Babysittin', savin' hoes, ain't the way it's supposed to go
Fuck 'em slow, let 'em know, time to hit the door hoe