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