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