Neva Left

Dogg, what up, mane

Word on the streets is

You ain't what you used to be

I gang bang to the fullest

A lot of niggas talk about it

But they really don't do it, do they

So I'm doin' it for y'all

Marco, I bust, I'ma ruin it for y'all

Stomp that, strap up, mash up

And get it crackin' with the slapper, jacker

Smacker, rapper? Nah nigga, that ain't me

Gangsta? Yeah nigga, can't you see

Rider, like the tonners on my Chevrolet

West Coast, motherfucker, that's the only way

Yeah homie, what you say

Home of the Wook, Wok and Gunplay

A lot of homies shoot to J

But most of 'em prefer to shoot the K

Yeah, that's the good life

And where we come from, loc

That's the hood life

Where you mama and daddy

Told to set up out the room

While they swingin' the caddy

That's on the set, tats on they neck

Streets sweet with the heat, yep, they stay on deck

I'm dazed and blazed, no confusin', I'm choosin'

This how I was raised

I bring that out and bag it up, no doubt

Swing it out and let it up and bang that out

This Crips, nigga

That's crazy, cuz

You know my whole life

I wanted to be a gangsta, mane

I used to see my OG home boys at King Park

Ridin' on bikes

But they came with they flags on the end

See Stacey Adams, fine woman

That shit was fast and late

The Miles Davis of gangbangin' and crack slangin'

Drivin' a fresh rock, run 'em with blocks in 'em

Fresh out the county, I'm boxin' 'em

Moved on up and bought a continental

Nigga was knockin' it

Now I'm rockin' it, '61 blockin' it

If y'all ridin' by, my nigga, we cockin' it

We poppin' on imposters, fake ass mobsters

East side niggas, ain't no stoppin' us

My recipe is treachery

The best in me, nigga, the West to be

A better place for the one of Ace

Put a 9 millimetre in your fuckin' face

And let you say your grace before you have a taste

Of reality, set in, yeah, this your fate

Now your homies at your funeral

Plottin' on some get back

But you can't get back 'cause nigga, you dated

Another sad gangsta story

And usually ones with the territory

No nuts, no glory

No pain, no gain

Life for a nigga growin' up in the game

This slangin' thang

Drinkin', sell a lil' cocaine

Get locked up for a minute now we in it to win it

Now everybody know me

They watchin' the makings of a real OG

Yeah, they say

If you watch somethin' long enough

You'll be comin'

You know

They say imitation is the best form of flattery

That's what I was told

A lot of niggas is imitatin' me

'Cause real gangsta shit

You ain't cut from it

You dig

Yeah, scarin' all the white folk

While stayin' on the right note

And you can quote me if you want to

Don't say what you will do

Nigga, what you gon' do

I'm live in the flesh

Caught him on Imperial left five in his chest

Survive in the west

It's everyday cycle

You never know what might go blam

Now how you like me now

Crip 'til you slip, Mr. Big Bow Wow

Yeah, it's my chance to prance

I got ants in my pants and I needs to dance

I go for broke, no joke

I gotta put my drink down

I'm tryna C walk, loc

See i'ma take off, break off

And make off with the cash

At the pad

With a thick lil bitch, she super bad

Gangsta, gangsta

Futuristic

Snoop Dogg

48 hunnid

C's up, yeah

Shoot or shout out to my home boys

Harlem 30

Yeah, real shit

All my niggas on the East coast

6-0's, Eight Tray, Hoovers

Main Street, all my niggas in Compton

And the South side, ya dig

Nutty Blocc

Santana

Oh, can't forget them Long Beach niggas

East side the same

Rollin 20 Crips

19th Street

West side, you know what's hatnin'

Saten Day, West Coast

North side on the block

All hood, yeah

Crip shit