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1. _ Intro To Indo
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2. _ Got Beef
[snoop dogg]
Yeah, yeah,
It's another one of those...
Snoop d-o-double g, l.t. hutton thangs
Yeah, we all off up in the hills right about now
It's about two in the morning!
I got big c-style on the grill
Eastside!!! keepin' it way real
Dogg dogg, lbc
Chorus: snoop dogg (repeat 4x)
If you got beef, with dpg,
Then holla at me, the d-o-g
Bridge: charlie wilson, snoop
[c. w.] any problems any problems you can holla at my dogg....
[s. d.] holla, holla
[c. w.] holla at my dogg, you could holla at my dogg, ohhhhh
Any problems any problems you could holla at my dogg,
Holla at my dogg, holla at my dogg, heeeeey heeeeeeey
Chorus 1/2
[jayo felony]
The life i lead
The average nigga would have broke down a long time ago
Try to bang in a show and get slumped like the crow
Anyday now, we gonna run at my nigga them killas is nathal
We see it all like night owls and we stay on the prowl
They don't wanna see me shine again
They fuckin' with my mind again
But as soon as i finish this heineken
I gotta go get my nine again
(it got a body on it from a party don't it?)
Yeah i been tryin' to slang it, but don't nobody want it
They can't help you with band-aids, we comin' with grenades,
You ain't seen this many niggas in your life with diamonds and braids
I'm from the home where they get sprayed and gang related raids
Fuck y'all, that start bangin' after "colors" was made
Let's c-walk to that, and never give me no hassle
Cause i come from one of the worst cottage in paso
Chorus
[tray deee]
It ain't no mystery you dissin' me you dissin' my clique
And ain't no question we come steppin' straight to get in your shit
So why you actin' like a bitch? puttin' your business on wax
When we could scrap or slap a clip, if you wanted to crack
See in the pen we got a name for niggas runnin' they yap
Sale soldiers, roll 'em up with somethin' up in they back
Handles ours, battle scars, shackles, guards and all
And we the last niggas standin' once they start to fall
Make the call, or fuck it, just kick off the brawl
Cuz i'm ridin' with my doggs, win, lose, or draw
Dogg pound insane, neighborhood twenty gangin' it
And every gangsta that i hang with down to bang
Full time pull mines and i gots to bust
Fuck a pass, when i mash, anybody get touched
So make my name taste just like a dick in your mouth
And watch the way you on my nuts when you spittin' it out
Dogghouse
Repeat bridge
Chorus 1/4x
[sylk e. fine]
You got a muthafuckin' problem with my niggas then you got one with me
It's the s to the y, the l, just drop three keys
As i flee, to the homie l.t.'s, to make the magic
It's those that talk, and those that make shit happen
So what'cha say? you wanna spit? you got beef?
D.p serve the heat, straight to the street
Honey west, i make the mission complete
Therefore them bitches who talk that shit
Be them bitches that's gettin' they ass beat
[snoop dogg]
Now don't come round here fuckin' with us
Cuz on the real homeboy, we'll be fuckin' you up
And to you bitches who be thinking y'all could slide by
With that punk shit, bitch, biddity bye bye
I fuck a bitch up faster than i do a nigga
See to me, most bitches is women but bitch you'z a nigga
We got rules and codes, g's and hoes
Friends and foes, ride or get rode on
Chorus 1/4x)
[snoop dogg]
Nigga, nigga, bitch
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3. _ G'd Up
( tray-dee )
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 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow
You know that west coast low mentality
Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy
We keep it straight hard but guard the spot
Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot
Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha
Pick about the thickest bitch and i gots to hav ha
It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho
You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po
Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap
Cuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat
Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised
Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride
( hook, snoop )
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 bangin don't fake the funk
So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up
( goldie loc )
It's goin down motherfuckaz like dat
Sounds like battlecat been upstairs wit zapp
And the nockin don't stop
I hope nobody don't call the cops
It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block
Na betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked
You think i'm trippin fool i ain't bullshittin
You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction
Watch out for the friction
Dis west coast on mine
And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen
Dogg house style cuz i'm a gangsta crip
C-walkin holdin on the extra clip
Now you wanna be a frend
But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload
You wanna go toe to toe
Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no
( butch cassidy )
I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me
And when i seen enuff i guess dats when i'll free sumbody
Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me
I wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby
( snoop dogg )
I'm a long beach east side mad ass lunatic
Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip
On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you know
We still own niggaz who talk bitch shit
Real niggaz feel dis let's get rich
Under the sun with the young 2 ones tlc's and all the dpg's
Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now
You lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now
It take a hole 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 mite bust a pair of stacy adams
You neva catch me lookin r&b
I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way og
Blazin a ounce with the homie cat
Or ruff dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the map
I keep it gangsta for sho do lo
And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke
For all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all
Let me hit sumthin dogg
Beware of my clique
We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit
( hook )
( snoop talkin )
Dogg house sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies
Tray-dee, goldie loc
My nigga battlecat on the beat huslas for life
West side
You can't spell the west without the e-s
Ah yes we connectin y'all
Thats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em )
And we out ( see ya, see your )
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4. _ Life Goes On
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5. _ Real Talk
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6. _ Pussy Sells
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7. _ Ghetto
Hook: kokane and nate dogg
I was born... coming up from the ghetto
Where the og's never let go
This is somethin i had to know
Had to be real sneaky
Watched niggas that tried to creep on me
Stay away from the ones that's sheisty
That's what my momma always told me
When ya livin on the eastside, ghetto
In the ghetto, ghetto
I never knew what my life would be, ghetto
In the ghetto, ghetto
I'll show what i'm talkin bout, ghetto
In the ghetto, ghetto
When ya comin from the eastside, ghetto
In the ghetto, ghetto
I see you takin bills
[kam]
I'm ready to ride, ready to roll
Ay check this mack i bet you're boyfriend aint knowin
That i'm steadily blowin your back out
Watch me track out on these niggas and bounce out on these hoes
Get at em like "what's up trick" you know how it goes
It's friday night, the club is about to close
And i was lookin fabulous
So i, got up to stretch 'bout to catch me one of these stragglers
True eastside dogs, and we barkin not simpin
Yo holmes 'bout that time to start this parking lot pimpin
I keep that thang, huh, posted in the same spot
Nothin but my khaki shorts, house shoes, boxers and my suede shine
I'm from the home of the riots
That's before the peace died but i'm still hollin out eastside
[goldie loc]
Uhh, what y'all busters gon do
When the pimps, bangers, and hustlers smash on you
It aint about who's sellin the most caine
Put us all together nigga see you run thangs
If you can't hang, stay the fuck out the kitchen
Bitch i'm ghetto fabbed out, so fuck politickin
Waitin for a chance and the shit it never happened
Time is money, and when you get it keep it clackin
All you hear is, with my two inch twist
I keep the goodyear grip, so the dubs don't slip
If you want my claims, i think you besta make a change
So close your eyes when i let my back end hang
I ride til the motherfucking wheels fall off
Domie's got daytons, goldie's got daytons
[tray deee]
All burnt to the turf up in a goddamn fool
Old school motherfucker breakin jaws and rules
Choose to bang, who's to blame but myself and the set
All my peers through the years steady gettin it whet
Give me a rep, that's what i wanted most in my life
Did it all like a hawk, so i'm totin my stripes
Will i quit it, i'm comitted til the day i drop
Slangin rocks, sprayin shots, sayin fuck the cops
Locked up in the chevy and my switches is hot
Gave em pain as i swang on the bitches i sopt
Bandanna on the antenna swangin and ridin
Eastsidin, ghetto life is invitin
[snoop dogg]
Me and my brother had to walk to school
I used to get him he downposed for joe cool
A couple of dickies, with some quarter sacks
Damn cuz i can't believe my kinfolk gave me that
Had a nigga lookin g'd up
With the scarf on my head, stealin sheets on my bed
I seen baloney sandwiches without no motherfuckin bread
I stole a pack of chips with the big homie fred
Now we sippin on some kool aid
I got suspended from school for cussin out the teacher's aid
And now i'm bout to get a whoopin, but you know i'm steady woofin
On the side where they ride the most
Eastside is the beach, westside is the coast
And we ghetto like a motherfuckin hot buttered toast
In the mornin with some government cheese (government cheese)
We keep it ghetto like a nigga shootin dice on his knees
Get your money first rule number one, hello
Livin it up is livin life in the ghetto
Hook
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8. _ How You Livin'
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9. _ Tha Mac Bible
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10. _ Tha G In Deee
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11. _ Take It Back To '85
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12. _ Lbc Thang
( tray-dee )
Once upon a time not long ago
4 way befo da dayz i wuz known 2 flow
I wuz showin str8 luv in da beach
Hugz frum da freaks
Even by tha thugz wit da heats
Now it seem da hole damn hood dun switchd up
Used ta put our fists up see hoo lip git bust
Hallain out da set as we sweat at da hutch
Come frum out of bounds mess around git stuck
So tell me wuts up wit dis lbc thang
Homies hatin homies wen we on dis g thang
Now peep game it's about ta be da next centerury
It ain't about life witout da penetentaries
It git ta be a damn shame at times
Knowin we da strongest wen thangs cumbine
Bang da 9 dub an' insane 4 life
West an' north side keep brangin it rite
( hook, butch cassidy )
Let's all come 2getha leave that bull alone
I'm tired of playin games man wuts goin on
We all shood luv one anutha put da guns away
An' kick it with each otha on dis luvly thang
( snoop )
We pushin da real about da lbc
Dirty d, reeseka, an' big skrappy
C-dogg on da switch cuz dis is eastside good
Beach city 2 da fullest wut chall thout dis wuz
I'm hallain at my family jimmy brown frum da beach
He told me dat da hood wuz back crackin at peace
So u know me i'ma throw us a feast
Fa all my homeboyz frum da muthafuckin east
Y'all deserve it i'm swervin in da beema now
I wish all my dead homeboyz kood see me now
I'm driftin thinkin back how it wuz
But all dis muney kan't bring da homies back up
So take it 4 wut it wuz worth
Frum da earth 2 da dirt
We gunna du dis til yo head hurt
My time keeps slippin away
Me an' my niggaz keep chippin away
I rememba wen my nigga fay wuz lockd away
We used 2 tell him how we dreamd about gittin payd
An' now we takin trips wile we mix alize
An' we du dis in da lbc kinda way
( hook )
( goldie loc )
U got me on da muney makin mission
But my moms at da house stedy wishin
That i don't roll out cuz she know sumthin rong
So i take anutha git frum da bomb
I leave da house ta git wit dis gangsta hits
Doggs an' locs git redy ta manage a grip
Dirty dale frum insane an' lil sag frum da dub
Dem both of bruthas i gots ta giv em luv
Now wut dis sound like
Me blastin anyone of my kind foo dat ain't rite
I still repent on evrythang that i did
Let me put my thangs up i gots ta raise me a kid
Baby goldie gunna hav it jus like spanky
Let me git my funds rite homie don't playa hate me
Lite it up blaze it up ain't no need fa chokin
Eastside long beach foo we west coast
( hook )
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13. _ Dogghouse
Dogghouse
Gimme some of that g shit goldie loc
Yeah, that's what i'm talkin 'bout
Yeah, check this out y'all, uh huh huh
Hook 2x: snoop dogg
We got snoop dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy tray-deee
Waniac, trip loc and goldie, 4 tay from the bay, what you say
What you say, huh? (we do this like everyday)
[rappin' 4-tay]
Did ya get the dank, did ya get the dank?
Yeah i got the dank, you got the gas in the tank?
V.i.p. status, don't need an apparatus
Cuz the niggas i fuck wit, they all about the cabbage
Down in yellobrick road my destination, the dogghouse
Toastin remys, fillin' jimmies, we goin all out
Lookin for the wizard, creepin through the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player's ball
They gon be strippin and wigglin ass
Hope you brought your playa pass
Tray-deee, goldie half dead, the twins blaze sacks
Bigger than big everyday in l.a.
4 tay representin for the whole damn yae, beeyotch
2nd hook: snoop dogg
Dogghouse, turnin it out, and if you aint dope you gots to get
The fuck out, that's on the o g d p, (say what)
And that's how it is when you fuckin wit me
[waniac]
Don't matter how you come, use all angles
Ties become tangled when the cutthroat strangles
My hookup, long rangers
Better float like a nationwide sky pager
Them hoes save us, talk about bein playas
On the real we can deal wit you playa haters
We hit the spot, every city got a block
What you makin when you take it to a different type of level that it pops
Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady bangin
Hoes steady sangin from the gang that we claimin
Yo, it's waniac, the maniac, trip loc won't you spit that rap
[trip loc]
Park my shit and jump out, i'm at the homies spot
To see if he floatin with me up to the dogghouse
Hit the weed he lightin, outside little niggas is fightin
This bomb, i'm likin
Holla at my folks i know up in the complex
Nigga ready to ride as soon as he get dressed
Now we ready to roll, hit the store, then the carpool lane
Once again it's on, big chiefin
Remind me of the noisiest place
Ladies all over the place, and niggas super laced
How we like it, saggin in my 5 0 1
Killin my lungs, keepin these homies and bitches on one
Hook 2x
[tray deee]
Man i got warrants, bad tax, still sayin fuck it
Headed up to dogghouse swervin in a bucket
Puffin on some bomb from my comrade blue
And got my little bitch catch a contact too
House shoes with the blue khaki suit and my locs on
Swoopin to some soopafly, gettin my smoke on
Nigga goldie loc got the heat on roast it
4 tay on the way plus the twins is posted
Bout to set it off bet it's off the hook
Straight crooks, gettin money off the books
Makin nothin but that gangsta shit that niggas lovin
Thuggin at the house party, fuck goin clubbin
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[goldie loc]
Let me hear you say pimps, banks, hustlers
Let's all get the money then murder these motherfuckers
Cocksuckers, they can't stop us
Now put up your choppers, just in case they rollin wit them coppers
I shut em down, doggpound for them bitches
I be seein you with snitches everytime i'm hittin switches
Ice skatin over dicthes
I'm true to the game, plus i'm out to get them riches
I be mobbin down the road tryin to bag up my bags
I'm saggin so hard i'm tearin up the back of my khakis
I'm tryin to reach my dogg dirty red
But this hoe won't let me know, which way to go
I'm movin slow
My chucks only come wit a hundred miles of walkin
Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and i'm gunnin nigga
Doggpound gangsta crip for life
And we gon party in this motherfucker all damn night
Hook 2x
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14. _ Tha Mac Ten Commandments
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15. _ Tha Eastsidaz
Mobbin, straight billin through the eastside
Never had a site to rhyme, but i'm still mobbin
[goldie loc]
Dope dealers, to the fullest
I keep my glock, stuffed with rocks, so watch out for the bullets
Eastside, young nigga sportin them chucks
Never givin a fuck, so watch out for the come up
Them eastside niggas be the crip, crip, craziest
Ride wit my niggas fool we gon die for this
No need to be a punk just dump when i say so
Empty the clip another block let's go
I don't give a fuck about some posted what
So c slide me the mac so i can rip shit up
We aint finished with this mission so listen to whats crackin
We aint rollin wit you niggas that's scared to do the jackin
The plan don't stop nigga, fuck the cops
If a nigga snitch he the first nigga to drop
That's all my game, we ride like macked up trucks
You know them niggas on the eastside be givin it up
Just blast for me, and i'ma blast for you
When i'm in jail, get cash, and i'ma mash for you
That's on the real homeboy don't let me down
I clown homeboy and i bang the pound
Hook: tray deee
We tha eastsidaz, what define us, is we ridaz
And when we come through real niggas stand beside us
Killers, cutthroats, and knivers
Bringin it the livest, and leavin no survivors
(repeat)
[tray deee]
I still wear the same pair of khakis least three days
Nappy ass french braids and it aint no thang
Hang with motherfuckers wanted for all types of crimes
Plus them little bitty niggas on they bikes wit nines
On the grind no i rhyme nigga times is hard
Got jugs of water buried all across my yard
One time on my line tryin ta find a cause
Toss a nigga in the street and reach up under my balls
Guns cocked, mug shots, cell blocks and locked down
But i done made it too far to stop now
Results of a banger, to most i'ma danger
No hope for those who come to close to the chamber
Bitches lovin i'ma gangster so fuck it
No matta if i hafta i get at em in a bucket
Tuckin in my shirt and all that shit don't work
First look, say i'ma crook that did dirt for the turf
High talk, high walk, when i stalk the street
Gurantee who try to see me come across the feet
It's a eastside lifestyle, wild and foul
Goin out, puttin it down sayin fuck the trial
Aim is to be famous wit major loot
A gang of juice, in case i gots to bring the troops
And everybody know the eastside the craziest
So motherfuckers know it aint no fadin this
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16. _ Another Day
( goldie loc )
Damn cause this spot's gettin hot
I can't trust the paremedics or them crooked ass cops
The closest nigga to you would do you and try to screw you
Backstab you in the back and act like he never knew you
And he could be the same nigga the switch
Playin all one minute but he really is a bitch
Now watch out for the twist
Here come them niggaz that was with you but they out to get rich
But you thought them niggaz would never do that
Until they came back strapped with them rat-tat-tat-tats
And it always ends up fucked up
When the innocent die it'll have yo brain stuck
It'll have yo brains stuck shit outta luck cause i'm havin bad luck
Fucked up in my younger days
Shit i'll bang you with deuces and hang you with trays
A few days back one of homies got rugged out
Damn shame all the brothers seem drugged out
One of seeds bust a bottle over the bizis head
Say it's yo fault that the otha bizis layin dead
But it's a fact if you pack nigga bust back
Neva run throw our gun unless you fall rat
Hoo wooda sed that it wooda helped anyway
Wit mo guns niggaz sinnin for another day
Damn cause this spots gittin hot
Damn cause this spots gittin hot
Shits gittin hectik bustin threw my windo
Think it was my homies fucked up can't realy call it do
If it was i'ma git him
He gunna hate it when it hit him
Damn cause this spot's gettin hot
I can't trust the paramedics or them crooked ass cops
The closest nigga to you wood do you and try to screw you
Backstab you in the back and act like he never knew you
( hook, butch cassidy )
Another day has come
How much longer will i run
I wanna have sum fun
Layin out in the sun
How much dirt have i done
My life has just begun
I sleep with my gun
My problems weigh a ton
( tray-dee )
I gots to say damn the program dun up and switched
Fool i used to run with and trusted snitched
Got one time on my block straight posted
Hopin that i slip but i dip and ghosted
Told my babymama it wus drama unfoldin
I kissed all my kids den commits to strollin
Wound uptown on a hot ass block
Checkin with some chickens gettin hot ass cock
Daily tray-dee'll loose pursuit
But deez ho's broke and don't look to cute
So i parlay to the hard ways of jackin
Fast came to cash but the mash was crackin
I didn't i was the one to be
Kickin summary of sum wen i let em slide up under me
But god as my witness
As a g i couldn't see dee just goin out sensless
I stayed hard hit the yard
Pull niggaz hole cards
Had em runnin to the sarge
Jail house scars tell the part you played
Livin with a snitch jackin destined for the brake
It don't pay to go soft
Cause when we catch you slippin real niggas takin off motherfuckers
( dee, talkin )
And that's how we do it
Bitch ass niggaz
Out here tellin disrespectin the game
Fuckin up this realism we puttin down out here
You know what i'm sayin
Nigga need the cops to help em out
Hoe ass niggaz
Stand on ya own nigga
Live by the gun die by the gun
Nigga be a soldier
( hook )
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17. _ Be Thankful
( snoop )
Rite now a nigga just feelin real good
Thankful 4 evrythang thats goin down 4 me rite now
4 all dis happiness an' success
A nigga just str8 thankful 4 evrythang you know
You think it's eazy bein me na hold on dogg
Let me explain sumthin to all of y'all
I got a mama an' a daddy 3 bruthas no sistas
Sum cuzinz uncles nephews an' neices
An' nun to say da leastest hectic
Wit 2 boyz of my own
Spanky damn near grown
Sittin in his room just bangin my songs
As i roll anutha joint an' make a call on da fone
It's pretty tony it's on an' crackin my nigga
It's ya big bro i herd ya rappin my nigga
Evrybody an' there mama duin dis rap thang
I'm thankful dat my lil' brutha ain't in da hood bangin
( hook )
Just be thankful 4 all ya got
If it's just a little bit it's all ya got
U mite not hav a car or big gold chain
Stay tru 2 yaself an' thangs will change
Just be thankful 4 all ya got
If it's just a little bit it's all ya got
U mite not hav a car or big gold chain
Stay tru 2 yaself an' thangs will change
( goldie loc )
Man my sista ben gone 4 about 10 munths
Stedy smokin bluntz an' fuckin wit da same cunt
But it's time 2 make a change
So i rock up my rhymes like krack kokane
I'm in da game
Much luv 2 my nigga snoop
It woodn't be crackin wit out you
I woodn't be standin in deez black walla c's
I'd be back in da hood wit dem g's
( warren g. )
Frum kidnaps an' jacks
Knockouts an' craps
Frum totin tech-9's
2 shankin on da main line
Timez iz hard we all caught up in da struggle
Whites, blacks, mexicans it's trouble
Yung kids we got a man made disease
I lost my mom so now i'm prayin on my knees
Did y'all take care of y'all ha luv wuz precious
Now i got my daddy, sistas an' homies god bless us
( hook )
( pretty tony )
We ben thru sum tuff timez mom late on rent
Tryin 2 get mine husslin like larry flynt
No food in da fridge but we wuzn't alarmed
Cuz my brutha wuz like a good neighba den like state farm
Peeples always sayin wut they need an' want
But they need 2 start wit they du's an' don'ts
Just be thankful 4 day 2 day
An' evrythang will be goin ya way
( kam )
Now ain't it odd 2 thank god
We moovin in gangsta toyed
We live an' die by tha sword
An' still we thank tha lord
Frum da maternity ward 2 tha morgue
I count my blessins
It's a game i shood but can't afford but i aint stressin
I'm e-s-in 4 mines it's all gunna pay off in da long run
An' no rest on da grind man a nigga just out here on one
Stayin strong all alone or hangin wit my clique
I rite a song rite or rong i'm realy bangin dis shit
I used ta wonda y we had it so ruff
My motto wuz my ancha an' 4 dat i can't thak ya enuff
( hook )
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18. _ Big Bang Theory
Intro: xzibit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what
Snoop double, d o g, what, mr. x to the z, yeah, and kurupt
The kingpin, dogghouse records takin over the shit in the '99
What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh
It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo
Hook: xzibit
I got a big bang theory my hardcore comittee
Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
Chronic low ridin bitches with silicon tities
(we gon bounce and ball until the wheels fall off)
I got a big bang theory my hardcore committee
Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
Affiliated with thousands sent out medallions
(we gon bounce and floss until the wheels fall off
[kurupt]
Chest plates hit with gauges, sawed off, hauled off
Blast wit somethin and i breaks all the walls off
Fuck it, tie my flag around my mouth
Blue rag on my face, blue rag in my left pocket
Pistols screamin, unleashin pure fury
Smash, snatch the pockets and all the jewelry
Glass shattering, blastin, niggas scatterin
Scat, takin three to four to the back
I'm back motherfucker, live broadcast
Show my face, with my rag on, let me throw my hood in the air
Let me put 'bout two in the air
Let me show these motherfuckers that i don't care
It's a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
[pinky]
It's goin down by the year 2 g
I'm goin be flyin through the hood, duckin, dodgin the heat
My niggas watch the street, be it rain, snow, or sleet
Us niggas gon eat, makin troops we creep
Losin the jeep, runnin on feet, survivin off the land money and
Gun in hand, operation quicksand
Aint tryin ta put the mark of the beast on my hand
I had to bless the head of a military man
Jumped into the back of the 4 door sedan
All up in the trunk was the hidden contraband
Fuck a middleman, my pistols aim directly from iran
Looking from a third eye, i spot the hidden cam
I know what you look like, i know how you think
I'm the type of bitch to pop a pill up in your drink
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[cpo]
Bitch, fuck that, you bring fat rag, here's cheese
You work your fuckin employees
You know you get all excited like that
Stack it through them hoodlum back, cuz i like it like that, bitch
I kill drama, shit get action packed
When i jump out the black stealth bomber
Cuz it's bout, you know, i want the fuckin mansion pad
To heal that bitch sittin on
So don't waste the fuckin cheese that you earn
Rotate the fuckin weed that you burn
Don't fuck with bossy off the glam,
Rollin crack , blow blocks in half
[tray deee]
We rides on visitors and takes no prisoners
Handles all business and pay off the comissioner
Big time crime figure niggas gettin riches
20 inches whippin all we givin hittin switches
Twistin flippin chickens stickin victims if they slippin
Trippin, on the mission and my trigga finga itchin
Positioned at your dome, one twitch and it's on
No remorse or second thoughts once the clip and the chrome
This is the zone, weak niggas covers get blown
Stoned killers and gorillas want whatever you want
Shake spots with bank nots, keep the thang cocked
And leave motherfuckers stripped to tank tops
We the gang, it's our thang to mash and maintain
Gangbang slang came and aint gon change
All out till we fall out, fuck the world
Dogghouse style with the chucks and curls
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19. _ Balls Of Steel
[snoop dogg]
Soldiers..
Gangstaz, gangstaz.. whassup my nigga?
Yeah i'm fin' to fall off into this party with my lil' bitch mane
It's in her neighborhood
Nah you ain't gotta roll with me it's all good
I trust her dog
Aw nigga shut up nigga, i hear you, don't trip
Well the party didn't start til i walked in
And i probably won't leave until i finish this henn'
But in between time or in the meantime
I slid my bitch in the back do' an she crept in with the nine
We came here together so we can have fun
Me and you baby goin one on one
It's yo' hood so i figure it's good
But if them niggaz start trippin
I ain't trippin shit i ain't hollywood
We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars
With buckshots comin from the homies in the cars
Aww yeah; how y'all wanna play this
Naw hold on let me see how should i say this
The bitch that i was wit tried to set me up
Whatever fuckin reason would they wanna wet me up
And get me up out the bitch wit da heat
And a party wit a gang of off brands and a freak (where you from)
I gotta dust em if i rush em
And these niggaz don't look like they wanna tussle (fuck em)
I'ma creep to the who-ride - all by my lonely
Nigga didn't bring damn homie
I wish i woulda, but i didn't
I'm fuckin wit dis hood rat (bullshit ya bullshittin)
That's whats wrong wit niggaz
Steady thinkin wit ya dick, and puttin faith in a bitch
Dogg is chillin, makin a killin
What more can i say? "top billin'"
Thats what i get, i got it good
Crackin bitches in ya hood bitch
Would you stop schemin, and lookin hard
I got a great big bodyguard
So step up if you wanna get hurt
Nigga mad cause i touched under his bitch skirt
I get the money, the money i got
Hoes call me doggy when they feel real hot
That's how it is, ask yo' kids
I stole ya hoe while you was in prison
Jail, for spousal assault
You was jealous it's all your fault
Dogg is chillin, makin a killin
What more can i say? "top billin'"
Shootin dice came up short now i'm doin bad
Lost the coupe and the keys to the caddy
So bad that i'm livin with my momma now
And my bitch done dipped cuz i done run outta chips
I lost my balla doe and my balla hoe
Man to some sucka ass nigga man i'm fallin slow
Can't ain't even call a hoe; i'm feelin smalla loc
Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks (give it up nigga)
Shit's real; we peel for the meal
Take it, cause once we get it, y'all come kick it
And bring them same skanless bitches (why?)
I got some homegirls layin low in the kitchen
On a mission to keep on dishin all fools
Doggy dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule
They gonna get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter
Even bitches feel the heater motherfucker
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20. _ Give It 2 'em Dogg
[goldie loc]
Give it up, give it up nigga, you know what's happenin
Lil goldie loc'll keep the dogghouse crackin, lackin
We usin dubs for the subs and 15's for the tweeters posted up by
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gangbangin is my shit nigga
Is you still gon be my homie if i get a little bigger
Fuck a bitch, never switches my motto
And if you disagree with me watch out for my hollows
Booyaka, booyaka, that's the sound from a cannon
Ouick to leave a motherfucker dead right where you're standin
You wanna roll with the doggs, but you can't
You too busy ridin nuts fool, get out the paint
Hook: snoop dogg
We came to give you what the fuck you want
(give it to em dogg, do it to em dogg....)
We came to give you what the fuck you want
(give it to em dogg, yeah, yeah, bang bang...)
[snoop dogg]
5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, ya bound to get dirty
Ya herdy, was servin, birdies, for herby and scrappy
That nigga lyin dogg go on and slap him
That's probably how rumors get started
See niggas be yappin off at the mouth
And don't be havin their heart in
Suckers, that's probably why i stay in the hills
And let my pitbulls smash on niggas that feel
I owe em somethin, dogg, throw me somethin
Nigga throw me somethin, shit i'm doin badder than you
And i aint even fakin or frontin
So, quit the hatin 'fore i start dumpin
I jump in the 8 5 0 and smash on out
Meet me and goldie loc at the dogghouse
Smoked out, hennessy and plenty weed
Wit mo bitches, 4 bitches, some cole bitches, c'mon bitches
[tray deee]
We cold vicious, known pimpin, with no simpin
Stone crippin, low clippin, 4's drippin
Wet from my set, check my rep i'm a vet
Ex-felon, never tellin represent it to death
Pack my flag, wear khakis with that extra sag
Mad dog in every last motherfucker i pass
Never ask would i mash with the tray on my neck
And my status been a classic i stay on the set
Let it rain, let it drip, turn the change to chips
Never nervous, stay in service from this gangsta shit
Cool time on the grind never mind the danger
Gun slanger, gangbanger, long beach mangler
Bringa of the noise like the real mccoys
Niggas talk shit, walk quick or feel the toys
We in this business to win this whatever the cost
Goldie loc, snoop, and tray deee you're never to cross
Motherfuckers
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21. _ Nigga 4 Life
[bad azz]
We confined to these wordly ways, it's unchanging
The money makes, murder the kids, and gangbangin
The stock market crashed, they watchin my black ass
You pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars
Get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices
The key to the future, the devil he wanna shoot ya
Fuck em they call us niggs i'm tryin to make a livin
Do some touchin, you know i'm pretty good with the bustin
Trustin nothin you can buy if your money in discretion
We'll beat you and car jacks and leave you wit a concussion
We the gang, we mash and blast and maintain
Still the same, just fuckin wit a brand new thang
Bang, bang, take that, nigga 'fore we skirt out
Aint gotta say shit already put the word out
Ya heard how the thang goes down around us
We playas, so haters can't clown around us
On point, big fat blunts and joints
And get drunk, this cold world, they aint givin a fuck
About you livin let alone you livin it up
Niggas is stuck, i'm tryin to keep my head above water
Not stressed about dyin for a quarter in a shorter
My time get the heart of my rhymes, get a nigga get better with time
And wonderin how i'm goin by, can't help it in the heat of the
Heartless hood, it's all good
Chorus: snoop dogg
You's a nigga when you born, a nigga when you dyin
Nigga quit lyin you's a nigga for life
You's a nigga when you ridin, a nigga when you sidin
Nigga quit tryin you's a nigga for life
You can paint your face and change your nose and buy new clothes
But you know what...
You cant change who the fuck you are
You's a motherfucking nigga for life
[goldie loc]
It's all sowed up, in the lbc
Bitches breakin bread when they see the lil ass gee
I keeps my finga on the trigga cuz i'm down for this bangin shit
Quick to do it for the cause bitch i smash for my dogs
So don't get close to my nine
Cuz if you do you in store to see your nigga do the crime
Sirens goin off, niggas bowin down
Now you know about to rip gut fools ready to clown
Nigga fuck you bitches, and you hoes and you sluts
You tricks don't know what the fuck's up
On the eastside we ride, nigga 24 / 9
Tryin to keep my hands on somethin nigga at all times
Ready for war now that my pockets got bigger
You other fools die when i ride for my niggas
Cuss, bust, and fuss and kick up dust
What you laughin at nigga don't get your bitch ass rushed
Chorus
[tray deee]
As a child i was wild as fuck, and down to dump
And kept a sawed off brown to pump
And my reputation never takin time to thank
Role models, holdin bottles, as we ride and drink
Livin right and plottin how to come up off the bottom
Black stockings in our pockets and i pocket profits
Fuck a school, i tuck a tool and start steppin
First lesson, aint no question, you gotta have protection
Sheets on the streets showin niggas defeats
And most beef don't cease 'til the trigga release
Livin hard, givin scars, gettin noise from hustlin
Slangin gangbangin run a game in musslin
Trustin nothin, sayin fuck it is the slogan
Everywhere we go we off the chronic and the potion
>from the ocean to the city to the valley to the bay
Niggas on the mission for the cabbage every day
Cutthroats, gunsmoke, dope and hoes
What controls niggas souls on the streets i roll
Bold letters think the gangs where i bang is at
Saints, cowboys, steelers and raider hats
Though i know we all the same no matter what we claim
If you a nigga you a nigga and that aint gon change
We love martin luther king but respected malcolm
Cuz he didn't give a fuck about the outcome
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22. _ Now We Lay 'em Down
[snoop dogg]
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
Eastside, long beach drop the hits and uh
We got, so many niggas on the team nowadays
Lb, qb, dp, gc p
Boy, my boys, the toys, the noise
Them eastside boys is the real mccoys
We walkin through the projects sippin on a 40
Rippin, dippin, and spittin at your shorty
You may think i'm outta bounds but i think i'm in
I holla at my folks before i step on in
Spit at my nigga andy hilfiger
Slide up in the garden, next to steve martin
We settin up shop on the east coast now
Dogghouse nigga, the big bow wow
And we higher than a motherfucker, east side up
Like this and like that motherfucker
Eastdide
So wide you can't get around it
So low you can't get under it, now
So high you can't get over it
I just want to make your day
[goldie loc]
Wakin up late off a fucked up day
I was in dogg sippin, straight dogghouse crippin
Fuck wit us and get that ass bombed out
Need some smoke, for the homies from the south
This is what it's all about
It's the city of the beach where the gangsters bang
Sam wake that ass up, get fresh, let's do some thangs
Swerve through the eastside loc, scoop up the homies
Bang them other fools cuz them busters don't know me
It seems like this is my only chance to get rich
Invest in my chips, never chippin off a bitch
Trip, bring that bomb to me
Underwater with cocaine, crackin with p o p
Up, up, up in smoke, you can hit it in a bong
I'm faded like cheech and chong
Watch out for the second hand smoke
[tray deee]
Yeah, i was born and raised in the ways of a ridah
Representin mines to be a true eastsidah
Survival of the fittest, how we live this shit
Fuck a bitch, dump a clip, out to get them chips
No restrictions, takin off as soon as friction
Pop, niggas drop once i pops the clip in
Pimp wearin khaki suits and stacy biscuits
And known like capone to them gangsta bitches
Keep em workin somethin everywhere we go
Either dope or the stroll if the bitch is a hoe
West coast to the fullest but i bang the east
Mad motherfuckers side to that city long beach
So throw them gang signs up when you see me ride up
And know for sure i'm bouta throw the eastside up
And if a nigga got beef with that
That's where his ass'll be sleepin at
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