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