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( Tray-Dee )I bang with the gang that don't need no introWe run from East Long Beach to West South CentralCredentials, to kick flows and rip shows, dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blowYou know that west coast low mentalityFocused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxyWe keep it straight hard but guard the spotBangas snatch chains in the parkin lotDon't matta there still be fine ho's to gathaPick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav haIt's routine the coupe clean let's hit the shoYou know we all fuckin once they glimpse the poWit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lapCuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fatDon't act for a minute like your ass surprisedJust reconize the real way that gangsta's ride( hook, Snoop )If it ain't chronic don't blaze it upAnd if it ain't a chevy don't raise it upYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funkSo all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd upWe makein papa only suckas claim to touchBy stickin to the script and neva changin upYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funkKeep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up( Goldie Loc )It's goin down motherfuckaz like datSounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit ZappAnd the nockin don't stopI hope nobody don't call the copsIt don't stop the beat'll make your pop blockNa betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your glock cockedYou think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittinYou betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fictionWatch out for the frictionDis West Coast on mineAnd fuck anybody dssin nigga lissenDogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta cripC-walkin holdin on the extra clipNow you wanna be a frendBut you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reloadYou wanna go toe to toeSit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no( Butch Cassidy )I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in meAnd when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbodyOnce said from willie c. nigga dont speek on meI wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby( Snoop Dogg )I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunaticGang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a gripOn the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you knowWe still own niggaz who talk bitch shitReal niggaz feel dis let's get richUnder the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG'sDown for whatever who eva wanna see me nowYou lookin like me i guess you wanna be me nowIt take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dubYou gotta put it down and always stay g'd upAll star shoes with the G apparelIf I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy AdamsYou neva catch me lookin R&BI mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OGBlazin a ounce with the homie catOr Ruff Dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the mapI keep it gangsta for sho do loAnd always got the muthfuckin do-do smokeFor all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'allLet me hit sumthin doggBeware of my cliqueWe hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit( hook )( Snoop talkin )Dogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for penniesTray-Dee, Goldie Loc My nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for lifeWest SideYou can't spell the West without the E-SAh yes we connectin y'allThats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em )And we out ( see ya, see your )more