(feat. Snoop Dogg & Butch Cassidy)

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]

I keep it true to the streets
Gangsta walkin' on beats
Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat

Out here it's a jungle sometimes
But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine
(No they won't get mine)


[W.C.:]
More figgas, more ^!$$%z, more triggas

It's a celebration (*##$es, pour some more liquor
^!$$%z sizin' my chain like I'm a hip-hop award ^!$$%
But I'm a go to war ^!$$%, knock on your door ^!$$%

Tint windows, new music thumpin', bumpin'
Maneuverin' through in a new somethin'
Caught in the middle playin' dodgeball, dodgin' the law

And these jealous ^!$$%z can't wait to watch me fall
L.A. gang related and full of hatred
The game of success is $#&@ed up and loc I'ma play it

And if a ^!$$% get in the way of my dividends I ain't givin' in
I'm dippin' and puttin' a dot on his head like a Indian
And I ain't hold nathin' back, but the clip to make your wig leak

Wrong move and I'll spit it like pig feet
And I ain't movin' for you lames
Way too many dudes in this game - Butch Cassidy, sing


[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
I keep it true to the streets

Gangsta walkin' on beats
Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat
Out here it's a jungle sometimes

But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine
(No they won't get mine)
I keep it true to the streets

Gangsta walkin' on beats
Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat
Out here it's a jungle sometimes

But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine
(No they won't get mine)


[W.C.:]
Killa Cali, where ^!$$%z will grill ya
Full of them killers, got me loadin' the lead with my steel up

And $#&@in' with mine will get ya blasted on site
In a game of dominos with 2Pac and Biggie in the afterlife
Live and die for the paper, in this West Coast line

I'll push it like a ##&*%$ ilaba
And I ain't ready to leave, ain't lettin' it be
Ain't no better than me, ^!$$% this gangsta %#@! is embedded in me

I don't rap to rap, I rap for ^!$$%z throwin' middle fingers
to District Attorneys, leave you twitchin' on that gurney
Dub bust like a baretta nine, for weather or shine

And I ain't goin' nowhere cuz, I'm gettin' better with time
I'ma stay West Coast and with my feet planted
I won't $#&@ y'all, just like Jermaine Dupri did Janet

I'm a bogard 'til they put my W handprint
next to the tall Rent-A-Star on the boulevard ^!$$%


[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
I keep it true to the streets
Gangsta walkin' on beats

Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat
Out here it's a jungle sometimes
But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine

(No they won't get mine)
I stay true to the game, G %#@! remains
Out here on the West ain't nothin' changed

Daily they be peelin' them caps
And that's a fact so I gotta stay strapped
(No they won't get mine)...

(No they won't get mine)...

[Snoop Dogg]

Yes I'm blown, the Teflon Don
Get cracked and I'm right back home
Hmm, they wanna take my snaps
Take my game, my name and my contracts
$#&@ that, I'm too smooth, too cool to bounce

I'm a bad mutha (Snoop Dogg shut yo' mouth!)
I've been wanted, convicted, simplistic, mystic and tricky
Drank and dank with this West Coast gangsta %#@! I'm kickin'
(Snoop Dogg!) I keep a bag of the purple
W.C. on me, I'm in the Maad Circle

Payin' dues, liftin' weights to get strong
Ain't nothin' goin' on but the funky song
walkin' through the warzone
Get ya gone, out of town ^!$$% got robbed
At the BET Awards and he think I know the source

But again it's gon' cost, livin' in the land of the lost
Bigg Snoop Dogg, get your cross 'cause I'm the Bo$$

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
I keep it true to the streets

Gangsta walkin' on beats
Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat
Out here it's a jungle sometimes
But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine
(No they won't get mine)
I keep it true to the streets

Gangsta walkin' on beats
Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat
Out here it's a jungle sometimes
But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine
(No they won't get mine)...
(No they won't get mine)...
(No they won't get mine)...