G'd Up

(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