[Intro: Goast]
Oh, oh
What up, cuz?
What up, dog?
Replacements, we keep it gangsta (What?)
Replacements, we got it gangsta
What up, thug?
[Verse 1: Coolio, Goast]
To all my niggas pimpin' high, my niggas pimpin' low
My niggas switchin' lanes, dippin' in the '64
Cadillac or Lexus, from Kosovo to Texas
Benz that be gettin' my Grand Slam like Boris Becker
Sippin' Hpnotiq, sixteen for my hydraulics
Shotty in the trunk, candy paint, and Armor All tires
I ain't gangsta Gotti, call me gansta Paulie
Takin' headshots at niggas now, fuck your [?]
Get your respect up, you better get you a TEC up
[?] niggas give you a checkup
That nigga rollin' in rollies and his [?]
I'm a pimp hustler gangsta, nigga, you just a phony
Uh, I came to get it started, thug, hustler, and coldhearted
I pimp slap a bitch until she start to sound retarded
Step in the party, collar poppin' like la-di-da-di
Drinkin' Bacardi, playin' Oochie Wally with your hottie
[Chorus: Coolio & Goast]
This how the gangstas do it, this how the ballers do it
This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it
This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it
Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit a switch to it
This how the gangstas do it, this how the ballers do it
This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it
This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it
Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit a switch to it
[Verse 2: Coolio, Goast]
I'm ridin' and glidin' high, I'm slidin', you're slippin'
If my dick in your bitch, rub my nuts on [?]
'Cause I'm in it to win it, while you in it to spin it
And while you're in your workplace workin', I'm in your attendant
This how the gangstas do it, this how a pimp do it
[?] my game is fluid
So what? I'm ruthless, I'll knock your ass toothless
And when I tell a bitch "jump," she better hop to it
I'm a rapper, part-time jacker, pimp, stupid bitch slapper
Compton, California whippersnapper
Rather fight this snitch, I'd rather bite a bitch
I'd rather die before I let a nigga suck my dick
Gangsta, I keep a ready clip for haters that wanna trip
All up in your chest like Lennox Lewis when the gat spits
So get your .22, that shit won't even scuff my shoes
This .45 will leave you with the real nigga blues
[Chorus: Coolio & Goast]
This how the gangstas do it, this how the ballers do it
This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it
This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it
Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit a switch to it
This how the gangstas do it, this how the ballers do it
This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it
This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it
Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit a switch to it
[Verse 3: Coolio, Goast]
It's on and crackin', nigga, it's on and poppin', I'm hoppin'
I know that ain't your bitch, so why you cockblockin'?
I got the pussy cookin', so why the fuck you lookin'?
You shoulda took her home before I came, now it's on
Don't wanna kill niggas, but I will, nigga
Talk shit, banana split, that's how I peel niggas
She want a real nigga that [?]
Saggy khakis, not your tight-ass Hilfigers
[?] bitches, they wanna lick me
Jackers, they wanna stick me, emcees can't get with me
I spit until they're dizzy [?] drinkin' Rémy
"You bastard!" That's right, I fuckin' killed Kenny
So pay me every penny, I warned you, I got many
Replacement homies that'll squeeze 'til their gun's empty
I stay busy on my grind, grizzy
Won't stop until I got a office on the top flizzy
[Chorus: Coolio & Goast]
This how the gangstas do it, this how the ballers do it
This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it
This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it
Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit a switch to it
This how the gangstas do it, this how the ballers do it
This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it
This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it
Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit a switch to it
[Outro: Goast, Coolio]
Replacements, we keep it gangsta
What up, dog?
Replacements, we got it gangsta
What up, cuz?
I said come on, man, shit
You said one from the end
I don't give a fuck, it's time to go
We could go, we could be gone in five minutes
Come on, we got a fuckin' show, man
We got a show, we gotta go, get the fuck outta here
Bye
Holla