(Bow Wow, haha, what's up Cat?)
(Goddamn)
(Yeah, Yeah, aha)
(Yeah, It's a mothafuckin Dogghouse, Battlecat collaboration)
(What what wha-wha-what, ooh-ooh)
(You know this mothafucka bang out, straight west coast thing (fo life), peep the script)
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 whole 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 skatin and your
Pockets is fat
Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised
Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride
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 niggas stay gangsta'd up
We makin paper 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
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 friend
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
I-I-I 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 speak on me
I won't stop so let me be, we are from the streets sumbody
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 niggas who talk bitch shit
Real niggas 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 whole 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 might bust a pair of Stacy Adams
You never catch me lookin R&B
I might be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG
Blazin a ounce with the homie Cat
Or Ruff Dogg cuz I luv puttin Hoodstas on the map
I keep it gangsta for sho do loc
And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke
For all my loc's and kin folks this is for y'all
Let me hit somethin', dogg
Beware of my clique
We hoppin' and droppin' nothin' but the gangsta shit
