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Snoop Dogg Presents: Tha Eastsidaz

1. G'd Up

   Lyrics: G'd Up

   I bang with the gang that don't need no intro
   We run from East Long Beach to West South Central
   Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,
   dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow
   You know that west coast low mentality
   Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy
   We keep it straight hard but guard the spot
   Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot
   Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha
   Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha
   It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho
   You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po
   Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap
   Cuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat
   Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised
   Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride
   If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up
   And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up
   You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
   So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up
   We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
   By stickin to the script and neva changin up
   You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
   Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up
   It's goin down motherfuckaz like dat
   Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp
   And the nockin don't stop
   I hope nobody don't call the cops
   It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block
   Na betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked
   You think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin
   You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction
   Watch out for the friction
   Dis West Coast on mine
   And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen
   Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip
   C-walkin holdin on the extra clip
   Now you wanna be a frend
   But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload
   You wanna go toe to toe
   Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no
   I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me
   And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody
   Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me
   I wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby
   I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic
   Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip
   On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9  2 o you know
   We still own niggaz who talk bitch shit
   Real niggaz feel dis let's get rich
   Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's
   Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now
   You lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now
   It take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub
   You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up
   All star shoes with the G apparel
   If I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams
   You neva catch me lookin R&B
   I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG
   Blazin a ounce with the homie cat
   Or Ruff Dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the map
   I keep it gangsta for sho do lo
   And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke
   For all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all
   Let me hit sumthin dogg
   Beware of my clique
   We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit
   If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up
   And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up
   You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
   So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up
   We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
   By stickin to the script and neva changin up
   You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
   Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up
   Dogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies
   Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc
   My nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life
   West Side
   You can't spell the West without the E-S
   Ah yes we connectin y'all
   Thats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em )
   And we out ( see ya, see your )