G'd Up

(Tray-Dee)
 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 and rip shows
 Dip 4's and pimp ho's 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 matta there still be fine ho's to gatha
 Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha
 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
 Cuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat
 Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised
 Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride
 (hook, Snoop)
 If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up
 And 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 niggas stay gangsta'd up
 We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
 By stickin to the script and neva changin up
 You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
 Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up
 (Goldie Loc)
 It's goin down motherfuckaz like dat
 Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp
 And the nockin don't stop
 I hope nobody don't call the cops
 It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block
 Na betta yet cuz 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
 And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen
 Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip
 C-walkin holdin on the extra clip
 Now you wanna be a frend
 But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload
 You wanna go toe to toe
 Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no
 (Butch Cassidy)
 I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me
 And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody
 Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me
 I won't stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby
 (Snoop Dogg)
 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 niggas who talk bitch shit
 Real niggas feel dis let's get rich
 Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's
 Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now
 You lookin like me I guess you wanna be me now
 It take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub
 You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up
 All star shoes with the G apparel
 If I fall in the club I mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams
 You neva catch me lookin R&B
 I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG
 Blazin a ounce with the homie cat
 Or Ruff Dogg cuz I luv puttin huslas on the map
 I keep it gangsta for sho do lo
 And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke
 For all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all
 Let me hit sumthin dogg
 Beware of my clique
 We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit
 (hook)
 (Snoop talkin)
 Dogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies
 Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc
 My nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life
 West Side
 You can't spell the West without the E-S
 Ah yes we connectin y'all
 Thats how we do it (do it to em, do it to em)
 And we out (see ya, see your)