Dogg, what up, mane?
Word on the streets is you ain't what you used to be
I gang bang to the fullest
A lot of n***as talk about it but they really don't do it, do they?
So I'm doin' it for y'all
Marco, I bust, I'ma ruin it for y'all
Stomp that, strap up, mash up
And get it crackin' with the slapper, jacker
Smacker, rapper? Nah n***a, that ain't me
Gangsta? Yeah n***a, can't you see?
Rider, like the tonners on my Chevrolet
West Coast, motherf**er, that's the only way
Yeah homie, what you say?
Home of the Wook, Wok and Gunplay
A lot of homies shoot to J
But most of 'em prefer to shoot the K
Yeah, that's the good life
And where we come from, loc, that's the hood life
Where you mama and daddy
Told to set up out the room while they swingin' the caddy
That's on the set, that's on they neck
Streets sweet with the heat, yep, they stay on deck
I'm dazed and blazed, no confusin', I'm choosin'
This time I was raised
I bring that out and bag it up, no doubt
Swing it out and let it up and bang that out
This Crips, n***a
That's crazy, cuz
You know my whole life, I wanted to be a gangsta, mane
I used to see my OG home boys at King Park
Ridin' on bikes but they came with they flags on the end
See Stacey Adams, fine woman
That sh** was fast and late
The mouth gave us a bang bangin' and crack slangin'
Drivin' a fresh rock, run 'em with blocks in 'em
Fresh out the county, I'm boxin' 'em
Moved on up and bought a continental, n***a, I'm knockin' it
Now I'm rockin' it, '61 blockin' it
If y'all ridin' by, my n***a, we co*kin' it
We poppin' on imposters, fake a** mobsters
East side n***as, ain't no stoppin' us
My recipe is treachery
The best in me, n***a, the West to be
A better place for the one of Ace
Put a 9 millimetre in your f**in' face
And let you say your grace before you have a taste
Of reality, set in, yeah, this your fate
Now your homies at your funeral
Plottin' on some get back
But you can't get back 'cause n***a, you dated
Another sad gangsta story
And usually ones with the territory
No nuts, no glory
No pain, no game
Life for a n***a growin' up in the game
This slangin' thang
Drinkin', sell a lil' c**aine
Get locked up for a minute now we in it to win it
Now everybody know me
They watchin' the makings of a real OG
Yeah, they say if you watch somethin' long enough, you'll be comin'
You know, they say imitation is the best form of flattery
That's what I was told
A lot of n***as is imitatin' me 'cause real gangsta sh**
You ain't cut from it
You dig?
Yeah, scarin' all the white folk
While stayin' on the right note
And you can quote me if you want to
Don't say what you will do, n***a, what you gon' do?
I'm live in the flesh
[?] empirical, left 5 in his chest
Survive in the west
This a everyday cycle, you never know what might go blam
And how you like me now?
Crip 'til you slip, Mr. Big Bow Wow
Yeah, it's my chance to [?]
I got ants in my pants and I needs to get 'em
I go for broke, no joke
I gotta put my drink down, I'm tryna C walk, loc
See come and take off, it's break off
And make off with the cash at the pad
Boy, a thick lil' b**h, he super bad
Gangsta, gangsta
Futuristic
Snoop Dogg
48 hunnid
C's up, yeah
Shoot or shout out to my home boys
Harlem 30
Yeah, real sh**
All my n***as on the East coast
60's, A Train, Hooters
Main Street, all my n***as in Compton
And the South side, ya dig?
Nutty [?]
Santana
Oh, can't forget them Long Beach n***as
East side the same
Roll with 20 Crips
19th Street
West side, you know what's hatnin'
Saten Day, West Coast
North side on the block
All hood, yeah
Crip sh**