Snoop Dogg - Who Got Some Gangsta sh**? 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 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