David Hasselhoff - Animosity Of A Gangsta lyrics

Chorus (Insane):

My black brother, we must, take a chill

And stop bein', so damned hostile, tryin' to kill

Hangin', hustlin', on the corner, all of the time

But the feds don't much slow down, cuz animosity is all you find

First Verse (J-Dawg):

Look

You must have thought that you stopped the man

I pull a strap from my belt and straight dropped a man

Moms trippin' cuz she heard that I done popped a man

But Ma, why these muthafuckas gotta knock a man?

I'm on the block, curb servin' with the rocks in hand

It's 3 o' clock and already I done clocked a grand

Puttin' food in my Grandmama pots and pans

Hangin' with criminals, growin' plots and plans

Talkin' bout niggas shootin' pool and don't plot to stance

Cross the boss, you and the Devil got'z to dance

When it's over you ain't goin' to the Doctor man

Cuz where you goin', you gone be covered with lots of sand

Shots to land, I hustle cuz I got'z too man

Burnin' trees, gettin' higher than the Rasta man

Popo's done caught me smugglin' and contrabands

I'm dead wrong, on the phone with Johnnie Coch-er-ran

>From that O.J. shit, he got lots of fans

Under pressure, time to dress up for the block again

Now watch the plan

Unfold

Mama pray for my soul

I'm burnin' in Hell for tryin' to survive in the World that's so cold

Chorus

Second Verse (J-Dawg):

This World is colder than a Polar Bear

Collect my thoughts before I toss it back and roll up a square

You don't scare me nigga, I know all you're blowin' is air

Now I'm a fugitive because of what I hold in the air

I have to be all dressed in black, come and show you the care

And I'll be bustin' at the church before the opening prayer

And ain't no holdin' me there

And even though it ain't fair

They find me guilty, I'm still walkin', fool I smoke with the mayor

So fuck a load in the air

Just come and roll to the square

You cross the camp, you best to bail cuz you provokin' a bear

Never start lovin' bitches legs until I opened a pair

But now I'm fiendin' for the pussy, blowin' smoke in the air

But watchin' out for burnin' bushes like I'm smokin' up there

Ain't have no nuts when I was nine, I had to grow me a pair

So throw up a flare

And tell Mama pray for my soul

I'm burnin' in Hell from tryin' to survive in the World that's so cold

Chorus

Third Verse (Insane):

When I catch you, bitches know I make it hard to return

Bitch I'm Insane, you heard of me, the one that slaughtered your chirren

And popos, makin' this paper thing harder to earn

I'm like Jesus, still waitin' on my Father's return

Makin' paper stacks, skills, slangin' water that burn

A million and one camp niggas beauguardin' your firm

Remember the time, we came to home and Brian slaughted some sherm?

Heard the game's to be sold, it's gone cost you to learn

I'm watchin' "Friday" thinkin' Big Worm's a dog for that perm

Fuckin' bitches on the floor, now I got carpeted burn

I hate a bitch with a pussy lookin' like it's crawlin' with worms

I keep a six pack of rubber and alcohol for the germs

Cuz this AIDS shit's definately cause for concern

In the game of Life you gotta label it a loss of a turn

Crosses gone burn

Tell my Mama pray for my soul

I'm burnin' in Hell from tryin' to survive in the World that's so cold

Chorus