(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 escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my snoop dogg tape
Man with no music but happy he's free
Bailin fast as i can bail down 19th street
I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a dogg pound gangsta from the lbc
Remotely controlled by the bomb-ity
But just livin in big city is a serious task
Didn't know what the feds wanted, didn't have time to ask
(snoop doggy dogg)
We're comin with that g sh**, that c sh** that makin n***as sick
How does it feel to see a g from your clique?
Wake up, jumped out of bed wit my grin on (why?)
Last night's dice game got my win on
About a g and a half is what i come with
But twenty five g's is what i left with
*?teatley?* was the word i heard
I went deep in my pockets and threw my stars on the cone
Gimme the dice so i can break you n***as
I threw a c (c-i-x) so my point was the biggie
Seven-four-four-tre back to back
I sent two fools back to their lizzack
(kurupt)
See now i'm off to the graveyard shift
And i gots ta pay my dues to make my grip
But i chill cos my ho might call
Ain't no thang cos i sleeps all day and slang when night fall
And i takes a quick walk up the block
With my glock co*ke, ready to make a stop where i set up shop
On 59th and 8th ave where all the homies be hangin
That's where a n***a'll be slangin
I'm makin a cool grip of sh**, this ain't me
So i put my chips together and cops a quarter ki
And now the shops on deck
And everything that's mines i protect with a tek, i don't half step
Now i got ends
And i'm rollin a lexus, f** a benz, and so many new friends
But i could only trust a few
And unawarely i trusted you
But if only g
(snoop)
It's snoop, homies from the motherf**in get-go
Devoted and quotin, back in '84
I was thirteen, g was a year older
But i still wadn't afraid to throw him from his shoulders
Gettin good on the hood was the anticipation
And yeah, king park was the destination
Every n***a that i knew was at the park that night
Even the smokers that be levellin gettin sparked tonight
(lil' style)
Back on the streets, straight blue and grey
Cos i represent like every day
n***a you can't tell me i don't be on the spot
When i can tell you all the homies that done get shot
From at least about five years ago
When i was in junior high goin to marshall
The homey use to come up to the school and rock
And leave and have the b**hes flockin his jock
Damn them was the days of the past
But since the pizzound formed we been whippin people's a**
And everybody a blast
And if you don't believe me n***a you can axe the homey daz
And that's your a**
f**ed around and let young swoop take your cash (ha ha)
He didn't even run, he walked away (bust)
Cos i let it sit that day
I wished i was there i would've clowned
But that's why we axed your b**h a** from the pound
Cos he wouldn't even squad back
Man we can't f** with no n***as like that
He'll get us all cracked
If the police was behind us, he wouldn't even jump out with the strap
Now that's what i call a beeyatch! (beeiyitch!)
I second the emotion you was dropped the clique (yeah yeah)
(snoop)
Some of these n***a are b**hes too
And some of these n***as look just like you
So if you've ever been *?toetone?*
Go out and get your roll on you punk a** n***a, you'll get stole on
(dat n***a daz)
It's 5:30 in the mornin, now i'm yizzawnin
Now as i perceive to get g to a tee
And before i bail to school you know i blaze up a sack
Another day, another dollar for the gangsta mack
b**h act like you know, show me some s** and affection
And let me dial slow, flossin, tossin a b**h (b**h)
Yeah dogg, one more thing i forgot to mention
Shoot five n***as, shoot ten
Shoot the piece, slip to your fiends
Seven, goddamn it, when it deal
A '64 for the honeys, straight ho for the g
Young daz, little n***a you can't f** with me
(snoop)
Now i knew that them n***as couldn't get at you
So what made them n***as try to spit at you
Disrespect a gang that snitch on you
Y'all punk a** n***as, man y'all some b**hes too
(young swoop)
Who got some gangsta gangsta sh**? (ha ha)
Swoop g, i heard somebody's speakin up on you
Cos when i drop mines there was no more nickels and dimes
Just quarters, ounces, half ounces and quota
Pc is the season and i don't smoke blunt
It sees the indo with skunk, i might as well get drunk
To smoke some stress, that sh**'ll put a hole in your chest
I only want another twenty dollar, sure got me f**ed up
My hood is gettin hot and n***as is tryin ta plottin
Come up off a young n***a, call his shots
Swoop g ain't the one, i do its to be done (aah)
Al-ways have my gun and my g from 2-1
It's cerritos but you don't hear me though cos you don't really know
About the you-know, i'm cerritos, silly ho
Swoop g by the f**in l-b's-c
None of these n***a wanna f** with these (aah)
Swoop g, swoop g, g