Who Got Some Gangsta Shit? (Feat. Tha Dogg Pound & Lil’ Style 7 Young)

That motherfucker
Hey
Ah, check it back
Ah
Rolling, I'm just rolling
Just rolling, I'm just rolling
Just rolling, I'm just rolling
Just rolling
Nine in the morning, feds at my door
My door
Blue Cortez feet across the hardwood floor
Right
Dipping through the alley, I made my escape
Shit
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
Doggy shit
Mad with no music, but happy 'cause free
Bailing fast as I can bail down 19th Street
I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound gangsta from the LBC
DPG
Remotely controlled by the bomb E.T.
But just living in Big City is a serious task
Didn't know what the feds wanted, didn't have time to ask
We coming with that G shit, that C shit that make them niggas sick
How does it feel to see a G from your clique?
Wake up, jumped out of bed with my grin on
What
Last night's dice game got my win on
About a G and a half is what I came with
But 25 Gs is what I left with
T Lee was the word I heard
I went deep in my pockets and threw my stars on the curb
Give me the dice so I can break these niggas
I blew a six
C-I-X?
So my point was the biggest
Seven, four, four, trey, back to back
I sent two fools back to they leisure
See now, I'm off to the graveyard shift
And I gots to 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 15 to 8th Ave where all the homies be hanging
That's where a nigga be slanging
Now making a cool grip of shit, this ain't me
So I put my chips together and cops a quarter key
And now the shops on deck
And everything that's mines I protect with a tech, I don't half step
Now I got ends and I'm rolling a Lexus, fuck a Benz
And so many new friends
But I can only trust a few
And unawarely I trusted you, but if I only knew
G and Snoop, homies from the motherfucking get go
Devoted and quoting back in '84
I was 13, G was a year older
But I still wasn't afraid to throw him from the shoulder
Getting put 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 every loving to get sparked at night
Back on the street straight blue and
Gray '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 got shot from at least
About five years ago when I was in junior high going to Marshall
The homie used to come up to the school and rock
And leave and have the bitches flocking his jock
Damn, them was the days of the past
But since the pigs fell forth, we've been
Whooping people's ass and everybody here blast
And if you don't believe me, nigga, you can ask the homie 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
Why?
'Cause I live to see that day
I wish I was there, I would've clowned
But that's why we exed your bitch ass from
The Pound 'cause he wouldn't even squab 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 biotch
Biotch?
I second thought emotion you was dropped from the clique
Yeah, yeah
Some of these niggas are bitches too
And some of these niggas look just like you
So if you ever been told on, go out and get your
Roll on you punk ass nigga, you getting stole on
It's 5:30 in the morning, now I'm zonin'
Now as I proceed to get G to a T
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 down slow
Flossing, tossing up bitches
Yeah, dog, one more thing I forgot to mention
Five niggas shoot dead
Well, send the pink slip to your Benz
Seven goddamn, I win again
I six a pro for the honey straight four four G
Young ass little nigga, you can't fuck with me
Now I knew that you niggas didn't hear that shit
So what made you niggas try to smear that shit
Disrespect the game then snitch on you
Y'all punk ass niggas, man, y'all some bitches too
Who got some gangsta gangsta shit?
Swoop G, I hear somebody speaking up for me 'cause when
I drop mines, there was no more nickels and dimes
Just boulders, ounces, half ounces and quarter pieces
See it's the season and I don't smoke bump
And see the endo is skunk, I might as
Well get drunk then smoke some stress
That shit will put a hole in your chest
I only want another $20 show, got me fucked up
My hood is getting hot and niggas is trying to
Plot and come up off a young nigga calling shots
Swoop G ain't the one, I do what's to be done
Always have my gun and my G4 too run
That's a reload, but you don't hear me though 'cause you
Don't really know about the you know, on Cerritos silly ho
Swoop G motherfucking LBC
None of these niggas wanna fuck with me
Ah, ah, ah