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Crooked I - Gangstas Holiday
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Artist: Crooked I
Song: Gangstas Holiday
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Appears on: Evolution of a Boss



Verse 1: (Crooked I)

Yeah, April 29th 1992
The day some of the gang violence was finally through
We stop some of the homicide drive-by’s we do
You bout peace nigga, Crooked I dives with you
Remember Rodney King, and the day the police beat him
We beat the police by achievin’ a peace treaty
A Westside, Northside, South and East treaty
A L.A., Watts, Compton and Long Beach treaty
And it wasn’t no Wankstas
The first time in my life
I seen a neighborhood crook dab up a A-Tre gangsta   
Niggas from Piru, some niggas from Sho-Line
In Jessy Owens Park, cops stopped it in no time
They handcuffed niggas
And even though my homie’s paralyzed in a wheel-chair
He a stand up nigga
He put the L.A.P.D. in they proper place
They wanted to stop the unity
So we spit in the coppers face

Chorus:

It’s a Gangsta’s Holiday, to god we pray
For peace to stay, let’s celebrate
I don't give a damn if you Blood or Cuz
Long as you got love for thugs

Verse 2: (Crooked I)

This is a day we should celebrate
They tell me talkin’ about peace is soft
Young punk you should never hate
I got homies who met that 187 faith
I beg and pray everyday they steppin’ through heaven’s gate
My heart’s poisoned for good, describe our lifes
Maybe John Singleton could, Boyz N The Hood
Maybe Menace II Society the one from the Hughes brothers
Could show you that way more murders occur than the news covers
Children lose fathers, sisters lose brothers
All we got is each other, nobody else love us
Every April 29th, I’m starchin’ my 51’s
I throw on my Gulf hat, my day has just begun
I slip on my Croco sacks and bounce without any gun
Leave the Benz in the garage, hop in the ’61
Give the kids a couple of Dollars, hangin’ out on the block
Call the homies, ’’Man let’s meet at the spot’’

Chorus:

It’s a Gangsta’s Holiday, to god we pray
For peace to stay, let’s celebrate
I don't give a damn if you Blood or Cuz
Long as you got love for thugs

Verse 3: (Crooked I)

I pull up on wires, you know how real Mobstas do
The homegirls mamas, throwin’ a hood barbeque
I seen my homie from my old arm-robbers-crew
He went to prison and came home, in Islamic due
We pay homage to peace right in his backyard
Whether you sayin’ Jesus name or Allahu Akbar
We all heated, we know how deadly our straps are
Real niggas with stripes, we never had to act hard
Blue rag, red rag, purple rag, green rag
White Tee, mean sacks, Hennessey, weed bags
Caddillac, seats back, Dickie suits, three straps
C-Hat, B-Hat, P-Hat, lean back nigga
I’m wishin’ all of my gangstas could live
Rest In Peace to the fallen
We gone pray for your kids
I’m bringin’ this G-Holiday straight to your crib
Not Christmas or Thanksgiving but today is just as big nigga

Chorus:

It’s a Gangsta’s Holiday, to god we pray
For peace to stay, let’s celebrate
I don't give a damn if you Blood or Cuz
Long as you got love for thugs

Yeah, April 29th, 1992 huh, Gangsta’s Holiday
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