[Verse 1: Lil' Style]
Nine in the mornin, feds at my door (my door)
Blue Cortez squeakin cross the hardwood floor (right)
Dippin thru the alley I made my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
Mad with no music but happy I'm free
Bailin fast as I can bail down 19th Street
I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by the bomb-ity
But just livin in big city is a serious task
Didn't know what the feds wanted, didn't have time to ask
[Verse 2: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
We're comin with that G sh**, that C sh** that makin n***as sick
How does it feel to see a G from your clique?
Wake up, jumped out of bed wit my grin on (why?)
Last night's dice game got my win on
About a G and a half is what I came with
But twenty five G's is what I left with
*?Teatley?* was the word I heard
I went deep in my pockets and threw my stars on the curb
Gimme the dice so I can break you n***as
I threw a 6 (C-I-X) so my point was the bigga
Seven-four-four-tre back to back
I sent two fools back to their lizzack
[Verse 3: Kurupt]
See now I'm off to the graveyard shift
And I gots ta pay my dues to make my grip
But I chill cos my ho might call
Ain't no thang cos I sleeps all day and slang when night fall
And I takes a quick walk up the block
With my Glock co*ked, ready to make a stop where I set up shop
On Fifty-ninath and 8th Ave where all the homies be hangin
That's where a n***a'll be slangin
I'm makin a cool grip of sh**, this ain't me
So I put my chips together and cops a quarter ki
And now the shops on deck
And everything that's mines I protect with a Tec, I don't half step
Now I got ends
And I'm rollin a Lexus, f** a Benz, and so many new friends
But I could only trust a few
And unawarely I trusted you
But if only knew
[Verse 4: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
G And Snoop, homies from the motherf**in get-go
Devoted and quotin, back in '84
I was thirteen, G was a year older
But I still wasn't afraid to throw 'em from his shoulders
Gettin good on the hood was the anticipation
And yeah, King Park was the destination
Every n***a that I knew was at the Park that night
Even the smokers that be lovin to get sparked at night
[Verse 5: Lil' Style]
Back on the streets, straight blue and grey
Cos I represent like every day
n***a you can't tell me I don't be on the spot
When I can tell you all the homies that done get shot
From at least about five years ago
When I was in junior high goin to Marshall
The homey use to come up to the school and rock
And leave and have the b**hes flockin his jock
Damn them was the days of the past
But since the Pizzound formed we been whippin people's a**
And everybody'll blast
And if you don't believe me n***a you can axe the homey Daz
And that's your a**
f**ed around and let Young Swoop take your cash (ha ha)
He didn't even run, he walked away (busta)
Cuz I lived to see that day
I wished I was there I would've clowned
But that's why we "x"-ed your b**h a** from the Pound
Cos he wouldn't even squab back
Man we can't f** with no n***as like that
He'll get us all cracked
If the police was behind us, he wouldn't even jump out with the strap
Now that's what I call a beeyatch! (Beeiyitch!)
I second the motion you was dropped from the clique (yeah yeah)
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Some of these n***a are b**hes too
And some of these n***as look just like you
So if you've ever been told on...
Go out and get your roll on you punk a** n***a, you'll get stole on
[Verse 7: Dat n***a Daz]
It's 5:30 in the mornin, now I'm yizzawnin
Now as I perceive to get G to a tee
And before I bell to school you know I blaze up a sack
Another day, another dollar for the gangsta mack
b**h act like you know, show me some s** and affection
And lick me down slow, flossin, tossin a b**h (b**h)
Yeah Dogg, one more thing I forgot to mention
Shoot five n***as, shoot ten
Shoot the piece, slip to your Benz
Seven, goddamn it, went again
A '64 for the honeys, straight ho for the G
Young Daz, little n***a you can't f** with me
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Now I knew that them n***as couldn't get at you
So what made them n***as try to spit at you
Disrespect the game and snitch on you
Y'all punk a** n***as, man y'all some b**hes too
[Verse 8: Young Swoop]
Who got some gangsta gangsta sh**? (ha ha)
Swoop G, I heard somebody's speakin up on you
Cos when I drop mines there was no more nickels and dimes
Just quarters, ounces, half ounces and quarta
PC is the season and I don't smoke blunt
It sees the indo with skunk, I might as well get drunk
To smoke some stress, that sh**'ll put a hole in your chest
I only want another twenty dollar, sure got me f**ed up
My hood is gettin hot and n***as is tryin ta plot and
Come up off a young n***a, callin his shots
Swoop G ain't the one, I do its to be done (aah)
Al-ways have my gun and my G from 2-1
It's Cerritos but you don't hear me though cos you don't really know
About the you-know, I'm Cerritos, silly ho
Swoop G, mothaf**in f**in L-B's-C
None of these n***a wanna f** with these (aah)
Swoop G, Swoop G, G