Snoop Dogg - G'd Up lyrics

( 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 niggaz 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 wont 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 niggaz who talk bitch shit

Real niggaz 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 )