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SNOOP DOGG lyrics : "Who Got Some Gangsta Shit?"

(feat. Tha Dogg Pound, Lil' Style, Young Swoop)

[Lil' Style]


Nine in the mornin, feds at my door (my door)
Lou Cortez creakin cross the hardwood floor (right)

Dippin thru 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 bomb-ity
But just livin in big city is a serious task

Didn't know what the feds wanted, didn't have time to ask

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]


We're comin with that G %#@!, that C %#@! that makin ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s
I threw a C (C-I-X) so my point was the biggie
Seven-four-four-tre back to back

I sent two fools back to their lizzack

[Kurupt]


See now I'm off to the graveyard shift
and I gots ta pay my dues to make my grip

But I chill cos my ho might call
Ain't no thang cos I sleeps all day and slang when night fall
And I takes a quick walk up the block

with my Glock @@#!e, 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 ^!$$%'ll be slangin

I'm makin a cool grip of %#@!, 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, $#&@ a Benz, and so many new friends

But I could only trust a few
and unawarely I trusted you
But if only G


[Snoop]


It's Snoop, homies from the mother$#&@in 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 ^!$$% that I knew was at the Park that night
even the smokers that be levellin gettin sparked tonight


[Lil' Style]

Back on the streets, straight blue and grey

cos I represent like every day
^!$$% 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 (*##$es flockin his jock
Damn them was the days of the past
but since the Pizzound formed we been whippin people's $$#

And everybody a blast
and if you don't believe me ^!$$% you can axe the homey Daz
And that's your $$#
$#&@ed around and let Young Swoop take your cash (ha ha)
He didn't even run, he walked away (bust)

cos I let it sit that day
I wished I was there I would've clowned
but that's why we axed your (*##$ $$# from the Pound
Cos he wouldn't even squad back
Man we can't $#&@ with no ^!$$%s 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)


[Snoop]

Some of these ^!$$% are (*##$es too
And some of these ^!$$%s look just like you
So if you've ever been *?toetone?*

go out and get your roll on you punk $$# ^!$$%, you'll get stole on

[Dat ^!$$% Daz]

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
(*##$ act like you know, show me some sex and affection
and let me dial slow, flossin, tossin a (*##$ ((*##$)
Yeah Dogg, one more thing I forgot to mention
Shoot five ^!$$%s, shoot ten
Shoot the piece, slip to your fiends

Seven, !@#$ it, when it deal
A '64 for the honeys, straight ho for the G
Young Daz, little ^!$$% you can't $#&@ with me

[Snoop]

Now I knew that them ^!$$%s couldn't get at you

So what made them ^!$$%s try to spit at you
Disrespect a gang that snitch on you
Y'all punk $$# ^!$$%s, man y'all some (*##$es too

[Young Swoop]

Who got some gangsta gangsta %#@!? (ha ha)

Swoop G, I heard somebody's speakin up on you
Cos 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 %#@!'ll put a hole in your chest
I only want another twenty dollar, sure got me $#&@ed up

My hood is gettin hot and ^!$$%s is tryin ta plottin
Come up off a young ^!$$%, 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 cos you don't really know
about the you-know, I'm Cerritos, silly ho
Swoop G by the $#&@in L-B's-C

None of these ^!$$% wanna $#&@ with these (aah)
Swoop G, Swoop G, G

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