Gangbangin' 101 - Snoop Dogg, The Game

WEST COAST!!!

It’s time to stand up nigga

We gon unite around this mothafucca one time

I’m callin every real Crip nigga

And every real B-Dog, to the table right now

yeah, we gon push a real line right now

See if ya’ll wit this real gangsta guerilla shit

Have you ever seen a hunned thousand rip rydaz from tha side

Blue chucc, blue rags, grey cloud, blue skies

on the move, can’t lose, hell street blues

niggaz gotta pay they dues on the cruiser wit the uzi

spray deez suckaz then I cruize

my granny saw what on the news (what?)

she shook up, look up, and then she put me on the move

I tried to get away, but I couldn’t get far

cuz the homies had to loot-loot that night

at King Park

and I got into a squab got caught, and went to jail

straight to the county with no muthaphukken bail

48 hunned wit this crippin, Oh Well

my bigg homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coat tail

he say «Trip dogg, you better get right, crip right,

eye’z open cuz niggaz get stucc on seezight»

It aint no mothaphukken problem

POP POP!

TIC TOC!

never flip flop, 20 crip until I drop

CA-RIP!

CA-RIP!

CA-RIP!

CA-RIP!

SO WHOOOT!

SO WHOOOT!

SO WHOOOT!

SO WHOOOT!

CA-RIP!

CA-RIP!

CA-RIP!

CA-RIP!

SO WHOOOT!

SO WHOOOT!

SO WHOOOT!

SO WHOOOT!

CA-RIP!

Is I?

in the mothafuckin S5?

wit the red bandana double knotted around the rearview

niggaz see clear through they know that it’s Game

cherry red Lowenharts let em know that I bang

so bang!

like Snoop in Deep Cover

I got the seat reclined .45 under the white-T smothered

dippin down green leaf, I aint got no enemies

been shot 5 times, now I bleed hennessy

and bang for my niggaz locked up

they can’t stop us

it aint a gangsta party til we go and dig Pac up

I’m Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on

Huey P. Newton with Air Force 1's on

I gang bang but I’m the opposite of Tookie Williams

Red Lambo, Red Bandana print ceiling

Me and Snoop got the WestCoast locked

Red & Blue rag tied in a knot

but all my mothafuckin homies yellin out

SUWOOP!

SUWOOP!

SUWOOP!

(BLUH'D)

SUWWOOP!

(BLUH'D)

CA-RIP!

CA-RIP!

CA-RIP!

CA-RIP!

SUWOOP!

SUWOOP!

SUWOOP!

(BLUH'D)

SUWOOP!

(BLUH'D)

CA-RIP!

CA-RIP!

CA-RIP!

CA-RIP!

I ran out of gas in Long Beach I’m stuck

aint no Bloods and all I see is Blue Chucks

Hopped out tha six tray no where to go

til Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steelers '64

We just dippin One Blood and One Crippin'

I’m on that bullshit, throwback Scott Pippen

Moral is my bandana hangin from tha «Left Side»

so if you aint a crip or a blood just throw up «WestSide»

What up blood.

Yeah cuz we just tippin

Me and Game doin thangs switchin lanes

Hurricanes on my feet

Stop, and C-walk to tha beat

Game take the wheel and turn on 21st street (EASTSIIIDE!)

E/S L.B.C.

gun in my hand it’s the turf by the surf but we don’t play in the

sand

we just slip and slide out, we rip and ride out

Let it C known, nigga welcome to da Thunderdome

CA-RIP!

CA-RIP!

CA-RIP!

CA-RIP!

SO WHOOOT!

SO WHOOOT!

SO WHOOOT!

SO WHOOOT!

CA-RIP!

CA-RIP!

CA-RIP!

CA-RIP!

SO WHOOOT!

SO WHOOOT!

SO WHOOOT!

SO WHOOOT!

By Om-7