Gangbangin' 101 (Featuring The Game)

West coast

It's time to stand up ****

We gon' unite round this motherfucker one time

I'm calling every real Crip ****

And every real B dog

To the table right now

Yeah, we gon' push some real lines right now

See if y'all with this real gangsta guerrilla shit

Have you ever seen a hundred thousand rip riders from the side

Blue chucks, blue rags, gray clouds, blue skies

On the move, can't lose, Hill Street blues

**** gotta pay they dues on the crews

Or with the uzi's, spray these suckers, then I cruise

My granny saw it on the news

She shook up, look up and then she put me on the move

I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far

'Cause the homies had the loop, loop that night at King Park

And I got into a squab, got caught and went to jail

Straight to the county with no mother fucking bail

Forty-eight hundred with this Cripping, oh well

My big homie, Boy Blue, snatched me by my coat tail

He said, Trip Dogg, you better get right, Crip right

Eyes open 'cause **** get stuck on sea sight

It ain't no mother fucking problem

Pop, pop, tick, tock

Never flip flop

Twenty Cripping 'til I drop

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It's I in the mother fucking S5

With the red bandana double knotted 'round the rear view

**** see clear though they know that it's Game

Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em know that I bang

So bang like Snoop in deep cover

I got the seat reclined, four-five under the white T, smothered

Dipping down green leaf

I ain't got no enemies

Been shot five times now I bleed Hennessy

And bang for my **** locked up

They can't stop us

It ain't a gangsta party till we go and dig Pac up

I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on

Huey P Newton with Air Force Ones on

I gang bang but I'm the opposite of Tookie Williams

Red Lambo, red bandana print ceiling

Me and Snoop got the West Coast locked

Red and blue rag tied in a knot

But all my mother fucking homies yelling out

Soo woo

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I ran outta gas in Long Beach, I'm stuck

Ain't no Bloods, and all I see is blue Chucks

Hopped out the six tre, nowhere to go

Till Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steeler six four

We just dipping, one Blood and one Cripping

I'm on that bullshit throw back Scott Pippen

Moral is my bandana hanging from the left side

So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood just throw up Westside

What up Blood?

Yeah, cuz we just tipping

Me and Game doing things

Switching lanes

Hurricanes on my feet

Stop and C walk to the beat

Game take the wheel and turn on twenty-first street

Eastside, LBC, gun in my hand

It's the turf by the surf, but we don't play in the sand

We just slip and slide out

We rip and ride out

Let it C known, ****, welcome to the thunder dome

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