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 niggas talk about it but they really don't do it, do they? So I'm doin' it for y'all Marco or 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 nigga, that ain't me Gangsta? Yeah nigga, can't you see? Rider, like the toners on my Chevrolet West Coast, motherfucker, that's the only way Yeah homie, what you say? Home of the woop, womp and gunplay A lot of homies shoot the 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 your mama and daddy Throw the set up out the moon while they swingin' the caddy That's on the set, tats on they neck Streets sweet with the heat, yep, they stay on deck I'm dazed and blazed, no confusin', I'm choosin' This how 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, nigga 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 with their canes with they flags on the end C. Walton, Stacey Adams, five-oh-one That shit was fascinating The Miles Davis of gangbangin' 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, nigga, with knock in it Now I'm rockin' it, six-one blockin' it If y'all ridin' by, my nigga, we cockin' it Poppin' on imposters, fake ass mobsters East side niggas, ain't no stoppin' us My recipe is treachery The best in me, nigga, the West to be A better place for the one of Ace Put a nince millimeter in your fuckin' face And let you say your grace before you have a taste Of reality, set in, yeah, it's your fate Now your homies at your funeral Plottin' on some get back But you can't get back 'cause nigga, you dated Another sad gangsta story And usually ones with the territory No nuts, no glory No pain, no gain Life for a nigga growin' up in the game This slangin' thangs Drinkin', sell a lil' cocaine 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 become it You know, they say imitation is the best form of flattery That's what I was told A lot of niggas is imitatin' this real gangsta shit 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, nigga, what you gon' do? I'm live in the flesh Caught him on Imperial left five in his chest Survive in the west It's 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 prance I got ants in my pants and I needs to dance I go for broke, no joke I gotta put my drink down, I'm tryna C walk, loc See I'mma take off, break off And make off with the cash At the pad with, a thick lil' bitch, she super bad Gangsta, gangsta Futuristics Snoop Dogg Forty-eight hunnid C's up, yeah Shooters, shout out to my home boys Harlem Thirty, yeah Real shit All my niggas on the East coast Six-oh's, Eight Tray, Hoovers Main Street, all my niggas in Compton And the South side, ya dig? Nutty Blocc Santana Oh, can't forget them Long Beach niggas East side the same Rollin twenty Crips 19th Street West side, you know what's hap'nin' Saten Day, West Coast North side four corner block Old hood, yeah Crip shit