Kurupt - Who Got Some Gangsta sh**? lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil' Style] Nine in the mornin, feds at my door (my door) Blue Cortez squeakin 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 Mad with no music but happy I'm 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 neck, 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 [Verse 2: 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 came 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 curb Gimme the dice so I can break you n***as I threw a 6 (C-I-X) so my point was the bigga Seven-four-four-tre back to back I sent two fools back to their lizzack [Verse 3: 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*ked, ready to make a stop where I set up shop On Fifty-ninath 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 Tec, 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 knew [Verse 4: Snoop Doggy Dogg] G And 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 wasn't afraid to throw 'em 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 lovin to get sparked at night [Verse 5: 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'll 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 (busta) Cuz I lived to see that day I wished I was there I would've clowned But that's why we "x"-ed your b**h a** from the Pound Cos he wouldn't even squab 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 motion you was dropped from the clique (yeah yeah) [Snoop Doggy Dogg] 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 told on... Go out and get your roll on you punk a** n***a, you'll get stole on [Verse 7: 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 bell 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 lick me down 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 Benz Seven, goddamn it, went again A '64 for the honeys, straight ho for the G Young Daz, little n***a you can't f** with me [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Now I knew that them n***as couldn't get at you So what made them n***as try to spit at you Disrespect the game and snitch on you Y'all punk a** n***as, man y'all some b**hes too [Verse 8: 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 quarta 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 plot and Come up off a young n***a, callin 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, mothaf**in f**in L-B's-C None of these n***a wanna f** with these (aah) Swoop G, Swoop G, G