Letra de G’d Up - Tha Eastsidaz

(Feat. Butch Cassidy)

Bow Wow, haha

Sup, Cat?

God damn

Yeah, Yeah

Haha

Yeah, It's a mothafuckin Dogghouse, Battlecat collaboration right here, (What, what, wha-wha-wha-wha what)

You know this mothafucka bang out (Ooh-ooh, [?] [?])

Straight West Coast thing (For life, for life)

Peep the script

I bang with the gang that don't need no intro (Doggpound)

We run from East Long Beach to West South Central (Ah ha)

Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows

Dip 4's and pimp hoes 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 (what up, nigga) in the parkin' lot (Ha ha)

Don't matta it still be fine hoes to gatha

Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to have her

It's routine, the coupe clean, let's hit the sho (What up)

You know we all fuckin' once they glimpse the po (That's right)

With the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap

'Cause it's hatin' when your skatin and your pockets is fat (That's right)

Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised

Just recognize the real way that gangstas 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 never changin up

You know we keep it bangin', don't fake the (yea) funk

Keep it real (yea), motherfucker, stay gangsta'd up

It's goin' down, motherfuckas

Like dat

Sound like BattleCat been upstairs with Zapp (Rest in Peace)

And the knockin' don't stop

I hope nobody, don't call the cops

It don't stop, the beat'll make ya pop lock

Na betta yet cuz the shit'll keep your Glock cocked

You think I'm trippin', fool, I ain't bullshittin'

You betta read up on the shit to keep the latest non-fiction

Watch out for the friction

Dis West Coast on mine and fuck anybody dissin', nigga, lissen

Dogg House style 'cause I'm a gangsta crip

C-Walkin', holdin' on the extra clip

Now you wanna be a friend

But you gon' 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

'Cause it just lives in me

And when I seen enough I guess dats when I'll free sumbody

Once said from Willie C

Nigga, don't speak on me (Don't speak on me, homie)

I won't stop so let me be (Yeah)

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 (Yeah)

On the grind gettin' mine, ask (what) the homies on the 9 (What)

Two O, you know (Ya know)

We still own niggas who talk bitch shit

Real niggas feel dis, let's get rich

Under the sun with the young two ones, TLC's (Rollin')

And all the DPG's (What up)

Down for whatever, whoever 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 (Ooh-ooh)

You never catch me lookin' R&B (Unh-uh)

I might be in a 3 piece suit lookin' way OG

Blazin' a ounce with the homie Cat (Yeah)

Or Ruff Dogg 'cause I love puttin' Hoodstas on the map

I keep it gangsta for so' do', Loc (Gangsta)

And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke

For all my Locs and kin folks this is for y'all (What up)

Let me hit somethin', dogg (Lemme hit somethin')

Beware of my clique (Haha)

We hoppin' and droppin' nuttin' but the gangsta shit (Gangsta, gangsta)

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

For all my 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 gangsta'd up

Gangstas, haha, (Gangstas, gangtas)

Dogg House (Eastside)

Sumthin' for the '9-5 plus four pennies (Dogghouse)

Tray-Deee (woof), Goldie Loc (Woof)

Yeah (Long Beach, Long Beach)

My nigga Battlecat on the beat (Fa sho)

Hoodstas for life (Yeah, what, yeah, yeah)

West Side (West Side, West Side, mh)

Yeah, ([?] Funkie, funkie)

You can't spell the West without the E-S (Haha)

Ah yeah

We connectin' y'all

That's how we do it (Do it to 'em, do it to 'em, funkie, funkie y'all)

And we out (See ya, see ya)

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