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Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound, Young Swoop G and Lil C Style – Who Got Some Gangsta Shit? Lyrics

Nine in the mornin' feds at my door (my door) 
Lou Cortez creakin' cross the hardwood floor (right) 
Dippin' through 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 bombity 
But just livin' in big city is a serious task 
Didn't know what the feds wanted, didn't have time to ask 

We're comin' with that G shit, that see shit 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 see (C-I-X) so my point was the biggie 
Seven-four-four-tre back to back 
I sent two fools back to their lizzack 

See now I'm off to the graveyard shift 
And I gots ta pay my dues to make my grip 
But I chill 'cause my ho might call 
Ain't no thang 'cause I sleeps all day and slang when night fall 
And I takes a quick walk up the block 
With my Glock cocked, 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 shit, 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, fuck a Benz, and so many new friends 
But I could only trust a few 
And unawarely I trusted you 
But if only G 

It's Snoop, homies from the motherfuckin 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 

Back on the streets, straight blue and grey 
'Cause 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 bitches 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 
Fucked around and let Young Swoop take your cash (ha ha) 
He didn't even run, he walked away (bust) 
'cause I let it sit that day 
I wished I was there I would've clowned 
But that's why we axed your bitch ass from the Pound 
'cause he wouldn't even squad back 
Man we can't fuck 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) 

Some of these nigga are bitches 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 

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 
Bitch act like you know, show me some sex and affection 
And let me dial slow, flossin', tossin' a bitch (bitch) 
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 fuck with me 

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 bitches too 

Who got some gangsta gangsta shit? (ha ha) 
Swoop G, I heard somebody's speakin up on you 
'Cause 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 shit'll put a hole in your chest 
I only want another twenty dollar, sure got me fucked 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 'cause you don't really know 
About the you-know, I'm Cerritos, silly ho 
Swoop G by the fuckin' L-be	's-see 
None of these nigga want to fuck with these (aah) 
Swoop G, Swoop G, G

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