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 fours and pimp hoes while the indo blow

You know that West Coast low mentality

Focused on reality but living in a whole nother galaxy

We keep it straight hard but guard the spot

Bangers snatch chains in the parking lot

Don't matter, there still be fine hoes to gather

Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to have her

It's routine, the coupe clean, let's hit the show

You know we all fucking once they glimpse the Porsche

With the satin in my hand, pack the gat on my lap

'Cause it's hating when your skating and your pockets is fat

Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised

Just recognize the real way that gangsters 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 banging, don't fake the funk

So all the real **** stay gangster'd up

We making paper suckers only claim to touch

By sticking to the script and never changing up

You know we keep it banging, don't fake the funk

Keep it real, motherfucker, stay gangster'd up

It's going down, motherfuckers, like that

Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs with Zapp

And the knocking don't stop

I hope nobody don't call the cops

It don't stop, the beat'll make your pop block

Not, better yet, 'cause the shit'll keep your glock cocked

You think I'm tripping, fool, I ain't bullshitting

You better read up on this shit to keep the latest non-fiction

Watch out for the friction

This West Coast on mine

And fuck anybody dissing, ****, listen

Dogg House style 'cause I'm a gangster Crip

C walking, holding on the extra clip

Now you wanna be a friend

But you gonna make me unload

And slap the other clip in, reload

You wanna go toe-to-toe?

Sit my pistol down on the ground

On the pound, ****, hell no

I must stay gangster'd up, 'cause it just lives in me

And when I've seen enough, I guess that's when I'm free somebody

Once said from Willie C

**** don't speak on me

I won't stop so let me be

We are from the streets, somebody

I'm a Long Beach, east side, mad ass lunatic

Gang bang, slap a bitch, **** out to get a grip

On the grind, getting mine, ask the homies on the nine two oh

You know

We still own **** who talk bitch shit

Real **** feel this, let's get rich

Under the sun with the young two ones

TLC's and all the DPG's

Down for whatever, whoever wanna see me now

You looking like me, I guess you wanna be me now

It take a whole 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 might bust a pair of Stacy Adams

You never catch me looking R and B

I might be in a three piece suit looking way OG

Blazing an ounce with the homie, Cat

Or Ruff Dogg 'cause I love putting hustlers on the map

I keep it gangster for sure though low

And always got the motherfucking do-do smoke

For all my loc's and ken folks, this is for y'all

Let me hit some dog

Beware of my clique

We hopping and dropping, nothing but the gangster 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 banging, don't fake the funk

For all my real ****, stay gangster'd up

We making paper suckers only claim to touch

By sticking to the script and never changing up

You know we keep it banging, don't fake the funk

Keep it real, motherfucker, stay gangster'd up

Gangsters, ha ha

Dogg House

Something for the nine five plus four pennies

Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc

Yeah

My **** Battlecat on the beat

Busters for life, yeah

West Side

You can't spell the West without the E S

Oh yes, we connecting y'all

That's how we do it

And we out