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Who Got Some Gangsta Shit? Lyrics - Snoop Dogg f/ Tha Dogg Pound, Lil' Style, Young Swoop
OST: Murder Was the Case
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Who Got Some Gangsta Shit? Song 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*t, that C sh*t that makin niggas 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 niggas
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 cocke, 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 nigga'll be slangin
I'm makin a cool grip of sh*t, 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**k 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**kin 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 nigga 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
Nigga 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**ches flockin his jock
Damn them was the days of the past
but since the Pizzound formed we been whippin people's ass
And everybody a blast
and if you don't believe me nigga you can axe the homey Daz
And that's your ass
f**ked 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**ch ass from the Pound
Cos he wouldn't even squad back
Man we can't f**k with no niggas 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 nigga are b**ches too
And some of these niggas look just like you
So if you've ever been *?toetone?*
go out and get your roll on you punk ass nigga, you'll get stole on
[Dat Nigga 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**ch act like you know, show me some sex and affection
and let me dial slow, flossin, tossin a b**ch (b**ch)
Yeah Dogg, one more thing I forgot to mention
Shoot five niggas, 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 nigga you can't f**k with me
[Snoop]
Now I knew that them niggas couldn't get at you
So what made them niggas try to spit at you
Disrespect a gang that snitch on you
Y'all punk ass niggas, man y'all some b**ches too
[Young Swoop]
Who got some gangsta gangsta sh*t? (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*t'll put a hole in your chest
I only want another twenty dollar, sure got me f**ked up
My hood is gettin hot and niggas is tryin ta plottin
Come up off a young nigga, 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**kin L-B's-C
None of these nigga wanna f**k with these (aah)
Swoop G, Swoop G, G
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