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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snoop Dogg
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaac Hayes
Songwriter
David Porter
Songwriter
Michael R. Cox, Jr.
Songwriter
John Groover, Jr.
Songwriter
C. Broadus
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I gang bang to the fullest
A lot of **** talk about it
But they really don't do it
So I'm doing it for y'all
Mark or a bust I'ma ruin it for y'all
Stomp down strap up
Mash up and get it cracking with the slapper
Jacker smacker rapper, naw **** that ain't me
Gangster, yeah **** can't you see
[Verse 2]
Rider like the 'tonas on my Chevrolet
West coast motherfucker that's the only way
Yeah homie what you say?
Home of the whoop whap and gunplay
A lotta homies shoot the J
But most of 'em prefer to shoot the K
Yeah that's the good life
And what we come from low that's the hood life
[Verse 3]
Where your momma and daddy
Throw the set up out the moon while they swinging the caddy
Vets on the set
Tats on they neck
Street sweep with the heat
Yep just stay on deck
I'm dazed and blazed
No confusin' I'm choosing 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 is Crip ****
[Verse 4]
That's crazy, guy
You know my whole life
I wanted to be a gangster, man
I should see my OG homeboys at Kingport
Ridin' on bikes
With they canes, with they flags on the ends
See Walter, Stacy Adams
Five oh one
That shit was fascinate
[Verse 5]
The Miles Davis the gang banging
I'm crack slanging arrive in a fresh rock
Running with glocks in 'em
I'm fresh off the county
I'm boxin' 'em
Moved up and bought a Continental **** with knocking it
Now I'm rockin' it
Six-one blockin' it
If y'all ride by my **** we cockin' it
Poppin' on them 'posters
Fake-ass mobsters Eastside **** no stopping us
[Verse 6]
My recipe is treachery
The best of me, **** the west to be
A better place with a water vase
Put a nine millimeter in your fucking face
And let you say your grace
Before you have a taste
Of reality, set in, yeah it's your fate
Now your homie's at your funeral
Plottin' on some get back
But you can't get back 'cause **** you dead
[Verse 7]
Another sad gangster story
It usually runs with the territory
No nuts no glory
No pain no gain
Life for a **** growing up in the gang
It's one them thangs drink and sell a little cocaine
Get locked up for a minute now we in it to win it
Now everybody know me
You're watching the makings of a real O.G.
[Verse 8]
Yeah
They say if you watch something long enough you'll become it
You know
They say imitation is the best form of flattery
That's what I was told
A lotta **** is imitatin' this real gangster shit
You ain't cut from it
You dig?
[Verse 9]
Yeah, scaring all the white folks
While staying on the right note
And you can quote me if you want to
Don't say what you will do
**** what you gon' do?
I'm live in the flesh
Coney on imperial let five in his chest
Survive in the west
Is an everyday cycle , you never know where it might go
[Verse 10]
Blam, now how you like me now?
Crip till 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 low
See I'ma take off, break off
And make off with the cash
At the pad with a thick lil bitch he super bad
Written by: C. Broadus, Calvin Cordazor Broadus, David Porter, Isaac Hayes, John Groover, Jr., John Wesley Groove, Michael R. Cox, Jr., Michael Ray Cox