I bang with the gang that don't need no intro We run from East Long Beach to West South Central Credentials, to kick flows an' rip shows Dip 4s an' pimp hoes while the indo blow You know that West coast low mentality Focused on reality but livin' in a hole 'notha galaxy We keep it straight hard but guard the spot Bangas snatch chains in the parkin' lot Don't matter, there still be fine hoes to gather Pick about the thickest bitch an' I gots to have her It's routine, the coupe clean, let's hit the sho' You know we all fuckin' once they glimpse the po' Wit the satin in my hand, pack the gat on my lap 'Coz it's hatin' when you're skatin' an' your pockets is fat Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised Just recognize the real way that gangstas ride If it ain't chronic, don't blaze it up An' if it ain't a Chevy, don't raise it up You know we keep it bangin', don't fake the funk So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up We makin' paper only suckas claim to touch By stickin' to the script an' neva changin' up You know we keep it bangin', don't fake the funk Keep it real, motherfucka, stay gansta'd up It's goin' down, motherfuckaz, like dat Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp An' the knockin' don't stop I hope nobody don't call the cops It don't stop, the beat'll make your pop block Nah betta yet 'coz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked You think I'm trippin'? Fool, I ain't bullshittin' You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction Watch out for the friction Dis West coast on mine an' fuck anybody dssin', nigga, listen Dogg House style 'coz I'm a gangsta Crip C walkin', holdin' on the extra clip Now you wanna be a friend But you gonna make me unload an' slap the other clip in reload You wanna go toe to toe? Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound, nigga, hell, no I must stay gangsta'd up 'coz it just lives in me An' when I seen enuff, I guess dats when I'll free somebody Once said from Willie C., nigga, don't speak on me I won't stop, so let me be, we are from the streets, somebody I'm a Long Beach, East Side mad ass lunatic Gang bang, slap a bitch, nigga, out to get a grip On the grind, gettin' mine, ask the homiez on the 9 2 O, you know We still own niggaz who talk bitch shit Real niggaz feel dis, let's get rich Under the sun with the Young 2 Ones TLCs an' all the DPGs Down for whatever, who eva wanna see me now You lookin' like me, I guess you wanna be me now It take a whole lot to be Snoop D O dub You gotta put it down an' always stay G'd up All Star shoes with the G apparel If I fall in the club, I might bust a pair of Stacy Adams You neva catch me lookin' R an' B I might be in a 3 piece suit lookin' way O.G. Blazin' a ounce with the homie, Cat Or Ruff Dogg 'coz I love puttin' hustlas on the map I keep it gangsta fo' sho', do', lo' An' always got the muthfuckin' do do smoke For all my locs an' ken folks, dis is for y'all Let me hit sum'thin', dog Beware of my clique We hopin' an' dropin' nuthin' but the gangsta shit If it ain't chronic, don't blaze it up An' if it ain't a Chevy, don't raise it up You know we keep it bangin', don't fake the funk For all my real niggaz stay gangsta'd up We makin' paper only suckas claim to touch By stickin' to the script an' neva changin' up You know we keep it bangin', don't fake the funk Keep it real, motherfucka, stay gansta'd up Gangstas, Dogg House Sum'thin' for the 9 5, plus for pennies Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc, yeah My nigga, Battlecat on the beat, bustas for life West Side You can't spell the 'West' without the E, S Ah, yes, we connectin', y'all That's how we do it, do it to 'em An' we out, see ya © BLACK FOUNTAIN PUBLISHING; MY OWN CHIT MUSIC; SHOW YOU HOW DADDY BALL MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com