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19 Dec '99 R&B
47 Jan '00 Hot 100

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Bow-wow (Uh-huh) Goddamn It's a motherfuckin' Dogg House Battlecat collaboration right here You know this motherfuckin' thing got to be Straight West Coast thing Peep the script I bang with the gang that don't need no intro Who run from East Long Beach to West South Central Credentials to kick flows and rip shows Dip 4s and pimp hoes while the indo blow You know that West Coast loc mentality focused on reality But livin' in a whole 'nother galaxy We keep it straight, hard Bogart the spot Bang and snatch chains in the parkin' lot Don't matter, it still be fine hoes together Think about the thickest bitch and I gots to have her It's routine to poop clean, let's hit the show You know we all fuckin' once they glimpse the pole Rip the satin' in my hand, pack the gat on my lap 'Cause it's hatin' when you skatin' and your pockets is phat Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised Just recognize the real way that gangstas ride


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If it ain't chronic, don't blaze it up And if it ain't a Chevy, don't race it up You know we keep it bangin', don't fake the funk So all the real niggas stayed gangstad up We makin' papers suckers only claim to touch By stickin' to the script and never changin' up You know we keep it bangin', don't fake the funk Keep it real, motherfucker, stayed gangstad up It's goin' down motherfuckers like that Sound like Battlecat and upstairs was jack And at night you don't stop I hope nobody don't call the cops It don't stop, the beat'll make you pop lock Not better yet 'cause the city keep you glock cocked You think I'm trippin', fool, I ain't bullshittin' You better read the phony shit, but keep the latest non-fiction Watch out for the friction This West Coast on mind, and Fuck anybody dissin', nigga, listen Dogg House style 'cause I'm a gangsta Crypt See walkin' holdin' on a extra clip Now you wanna be a friend But you gon' make me unload, slap the other clip in below You wanna go toe to toe, sit my pistol Down on the ground on the Pound Nigga, hell no I'm stayin' gangstad up 'Cause it just lives in me And when I've seen enough I guess that's when I'll free somebody One time when will they see Nigga, don't speak on me I won't stop, so let me be We all from the streets, somebody I'm a Long Beach Eastside mad ass lunatic Gang-bang, slap a bitch, nigga out to get a grip On the grind, gettin' mine, Ask the homies on the 920, you know We steal on niggas who talk big shit Real niggas feel this, let's get rich Under the sun with the young 2-1s TLC and all the DPGs Down for whatever, whoever wanna see me now You lookin' like me, I guess you wanna be me now It take a whole life to be Snoop, people duhBlazin' a ounce with the homey Cat You gotta put it down and always stayed g'd up All-star shoes with the G apparel If I fall a nightclub I must bust a pair of Stacey Adams You'll never catch me lookin' R&B I might be in a 3-piece suit lookin' way OG A rough dogg 'cause I love puttin' blisters on the map I keep it gangta fo' sure, though, loc And always got the motherfuckin' dodo smoke For all my locs and kin folks, this is for y'all (What up) Let me hit some, dogg Beware of my clip, we hoppin' to drop it Nuttin' but the gangsta shit If it ain't chronic, don't blaze it up And if it ain't a Chevy, don't race it up You know we keep it bangin', don't fake the funk So all the real niggas stayed gangstad up We makin' papers suckers only claim to touch By stickin' to the script and never changin' up You know we keep it bangin', don't fake the funk Keep it real, motherfucker, stayed gangstad up Gangstas Dogghouse Somethin' for the 9-5 plus 4 digits Tre D, Golden Loc, yeah (Long Beach, Long Beach) My nigga Battlecat on this beat Busters for life, yeah, yeah, yeah West Side, yeah You can't spell the West without the E-S Oh, yeah, we connectin', y'all This how we do it And we out See ya

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