Snoop Dogg - Who Got Some Gangsta Shit? Lyrics
(lil style)Nine in the mornin, feds at my door (my door)Lou cortez creakin cross the hardwood floor (right)Dippin thru the alley I made my escapeDidnt even get a chance to grab my snoop dogg tapeMan with no music but happy hes freeBailin fast as I can bail down 19th streetI got my sacks in my pocket and at least a grandGold on my knuckle, my pistols closed in handIm a dogg pound gangsta from the lbcRemotely controlled by the bomb-ityBut just livin in big city is a serious taskDidnt know what the feds wanted, didnt have time to ask(snoop doggy dogg)Were comin with that g shit, that c shit that makin niggas sickHow does it feel to see a g from your clique?Wake up, jumped out of bed wit my grin on (why? )Last nights dice game got my win onAbout a g and a half is what I come withBut twenty five gs is what I left with*? teatley? * was the word I heardI went deep in my pockets and threw my stars on the coneGimme the dice so I can break you niggasI threw a c (c-i-x) so my point was the biggieSeven-four-four-tre back to backI sent two fools back to their lizzack(kurupt)See now Im off to the graveyard shiftAnd I gots ta pay my dues to make my gripBut I chill cos my ho might callAint no thang cos I sleeps all day and slang when night fallAnd I takes a quick walk up the blockWith my glock *****e, ready to make a stop where I set up shopOn 59th and 8th ave where all the homies be hanginThats where a niggall be slanginIm makin a cool grip of shit, this aint meSo I put my chips together and cops a quarter kiAnd now the shops on deckAnd everything thats mines I protect with a tek, I dont half stepNow I got endsAnd Im rollin a lexus, ***** a benz, and so many new friendsBut I could only trust a fewAnd unawarely I trusted youBut if only g(snoop)Its snoop, homies from the mother*****in get-goDevoted and quotin, back in 84I was thirteen, g was a year olderBut I still wadnt afraid to throw him from his shouldersGettin good on the hood was the anticipationAnd yeah, king park was the destinationEvery nigga that I knew was at the park that nightEven the smokers that be levellin gettin sparked tonight(lil style)Back on the streets, straight blue and greyCos I represent like every dayNigga you cant tell me I dont be on the spotWhen I can tell you all the homies that done get shotFrom at least about five years agoWhen I was in junior high goin to marshallThe homey use to come up to the school and rockAnd leave and have the *****es flockin his jockDamn them was the days of the pastBut since the pizzound formed we been whippin peoples assAnd everybody a blastAnd if you dont believe me nigga you can axe the homey dazAnd thats your ass*****ed around and let young swoop take your cash (ha ha)He didnt even run, he walked away (bust)Cos I let it sit that dayI wished I was there I wouldve clownedBut thats why we axed your ***** ass from the poundCos he wouldnt even squad backMan we cant ***** with no niggas like thatHell get us all crackedIf the police was behind us, he wouldnt even jump out with the strapNow thats what I call a beeyatch! (beeiyitch!)I second the emotion you was dropped the clique (yeah yeah)(snoop)Some of these nigga are *****es tooAnd some of these niggas look just like youSo if youve ever been *? toetone? *Go out and get your roll on you punk ass nigga, youll get stole on(dat nigga daz)Its 5:30 in the mornin, now Im yizzawninNow as I perceive to get g to a teeAnd before I bail to school you know I blaze up a sackAnother day, another dollar for the gangsta mack***** act like you know, show me some sex and affectionAnd let me dial slow, flossin, tossin a ***** (*****)Yeah dogg, one more thing I forgot to mentionShoot five niggas, shoot tenShoot the piece, slip to your fiendsSeven, goddamn it, when it dealA 64 for the honeys, straight ho for the gYoung daz, little nigga you cant ***** with me(snoop)Now I knew that them niggas couldnt get at youSo what made them niggas try to spit at youDisrespect a gang that snitch on youYall punk ass niggas, man yall some *****es too(young swoop)Who got some gangsta gangsta shit? (ha ha)Swoop g, I heard somebodys speakin up on youCos when I drop mines there was no more nickels and dimesJust quarters, ounces, half ounces and quotaPc is the season and I dont smoke bluntIt sees the indo with skunk, I might as well get drunkTo smoke some stress, that shitll put a hole in your chestI only want another twenty dollar, sure got me *****ed upMy hood is gettin hot and niggas is tryin ta plottinCome up off a young nigga, call his shotsSwoop g aint the one, I do its to be done (aah)Al-ways have my gun and my g from 2-1Its cerritos but you dont hear me though cos you dont really knowAbout the you-know, Im cerritos, silly hoSwoop g by the *****in l-bs-cNone of these nigga wanna ***** with these (aah)Swoop g, swoop g, g
