Snoop Dogg - G'd Up Lyrics
( tray-dee )I bang with the gang that dont need no introWe run from east long beach to west south centralCredentials, to kick flows and rip shows,Dip 4s and pimp hos while the indo blowYou know that west coast low mentalityFocused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxyWe keep it straight hard but guard the spotBangas snatch chains in the parkin lotDont matta there still be fine hos to gathaPick about the thickest ***** and I gots to hav haIts routine the coupe clean lets hit the shoYou know we all *****in once they glimpse the poWit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lapCuz its hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fatDont act for a minute like your ass surprisedJust reconize the real way that gangstas ride( hook, snoop )If it aint chronic dont blaze it upAnd if it aint a chevy dont raise it upYou know we keep it bangin dont fake the funkSo all the real niggaz stay gangstad upWe makein papa only suckas claim to touchBy stickin to the script and neva changin upYou know we keep it bangin dont fake the funkKeep it real mother*****a stay ganstad up( goldie loc )Its goin down mother*****az like datSounds like battlecat been upstairs wit zappAnd the nockin dont stopI hope nobody dont call the copsIt dont stop the beatll make your pop blockNa betta yet cuz dis shitll keep your glock *****edYou think Im trippin fool I aint bullshittinYou betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fictionWatch out for the frictionDis west coast on mineAnd ***** anybody dssin nigga lissenDogg house style cuz Im a gangsta cripC-walkin holdin on the extra clipNow you wanna be a frendBut you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reloadYou wanna go toe to toeSit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no( butch cassidy )I must stay gangstad up cuz it just lives in meAnd when I seen enuff I guess dats when Ill free sumbodyOnce said from willie c. nigga dont speek on meI wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby( snoop dogg )Im a long beach east side mad ass lunaticGang bang slap a ***** nigga out to get a gripOn the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you knowWe still own niggaz who talk ***** shitReal niggaz feel dis lets get richUnder the sun with the young 2 ones tlcs and all the dpgsDown for whatever who eva wanna see me nowYou lookin like me I guess you wanna be me nowIt take a hole lot to be snoop d-o-dubYou gotta put it down and always stay gd upAll star shoes with the g apparelIf I fall in the club I mite bust a pair of stacy adamsYou neva catch me lookin r&bI mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way ogBlazin a ounce with the homie catOr ruff dogg cuz I luv puttin huslas on the mapI keep it gangsta for sho do loAnd always got the muth*****in do-do smokeFor all my locs an ken folks dis is for yallLet me hit sumthin doggBeware of my cliqueWe hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit( hook )( snoop talkin )Dogg house sumthin for the 9-5 plus for penniesTray-dee, goldie locMy nigga battlecat on the beat huslas for lifeWest sideYou cant spell the west without the e-sAh yes we connectin yallThats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em )And we out ( see ya, see your )
