Texty:
Magic Keep It Gangsta

has it been that long? Say, what happened since I been gone, homie? Y'all got the game all wrong, man, it's too pretty in here Let's say we take it back

get around cars with no regards for this traffic Look how I yank it, yeah, I yank it makin' it look like it's magic If you see that dash drop ya know

This is life this ain't a job, Audemare and Shapor, Just symbolize I go hard, Navy on navy Camaro I did it all for the Yankees, Did it all for New York

like your name is flipper Do it like a dolphin on top of the water Take it down to the ground and pop it harder You been hangin' around them pimps again Got ya gangsta

Spidey, put that reverb shit, on Come on, "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?", yeah "Can you feel it?", let's go, fuck it Live from Staten Island, where the gangstas

great what it do you for not much to hear me spit it how I live it admit it that I'm gon kill it every chance I get it and I'm too legit to quit it like

dead carnival You ask do we gang, do we bang in a gang, mang? Do we bang-bang? I'm a gang banger, man I bang in a gang, mang You can suck my wang, mang

1996, the dysfunctional member, of the Alkaholik family It's Xzibit, bring it live, one time, like this Sometimes I wonder, if it's all worth my while

up Represent your hood, everybody throw it up They say, Cube, get on the mic, nigga, blow it up I used to be lyrical, political But now you want it sugarcoated