Snoop Dogg - I Luv It lyrics

Eastsiders come out and play Eastsiders come out and play Eastside!one five, two coughone Two oh, one eastside one five Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh We finna show you motherf**ers what's happenin Tray Dee Comin in front and center state ya name and game Yeah them eastsiders back and we came to bang (eastside) Givin it up, pistols and chucks, rags hangin Strictly insane and we do the damn thang It's the big bad eastsider rollin' Now how many blocks we controllin' Two 0, two one, one five seventeen and eleven One nine and a muthaf**in dime Murder block to the swamp front of grandmama house They don't sleep, well freak off brand knock em out Stay deep, bring heat make streets emorge Young Gs, Lil Gs, casualties and war So we push the turf steady pushin' work n***as love seein' thugs so we look for dirt Where the sh** don't stop and them six fours hop If ya just get socked, don't trip gettin' dropped All black wit a little bit of gold Now lemme show you motherf**ers how the eastside roll Footin' to the metal, every hand on stiletto Extra clip when we book out, peace we long ghetto I'm about to make the sh** crack We got straps in this b**h I got somethin' on fat Tellin' you motherf**ers, "Damn!" It ain't no thang when you bang wit the Dogg Pound (Dogg Pound) (I love it!) The way the homies come through all blue n***a what y'all want to do? (I luv it!) We got hos to the left, platinum on our chest n***a yup yup (I luv it!) Can't stop, won't stop, so what that L.B.C. like (I luv it!) We do the damn thang all night, better yet fo' life I luv it! We keepin that sh** G 'Cause that's all I see I luv it! We always gon' roll, and stay way too deep Tray Dee, Gol-die, Snoop, ducez 'n trayz Still give it to that a** the old fashion way From the LB city, where them shells leave many Wannabes on they knees, tryna beef wit a gizze Aye loc, I represent till the sh** don't stop f** them paramedics and them crooked a** cops Its hard to maintain on the front line Check this out 'cause, I gotta get mine Low ridahs, eastsidaz comin wit that G sh** People want some of this? Hell naw trick I'm keepin' that sh** gangsta Yeah, see-walkin' on you pranksters, n***a We don't really give a mad f** n***a what Gettin' mad stuck, catch you comin' out the cut Hoo ridin', G ridin' f** the law Better hope you on my side once I clutch and draw My reactions, attractions, fast and all actions Till I die east the side, I stay smashin' Represent this like its meant to see To the graveyard or the penitentiary [Chorus] [Repeat: x12] Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom I am Sir Dogg D-P-G funk And I am crip I never learned to crip Oh no! Put me down Let go of my legs I'll never see-walk Do the time of life You have the time of your life Hey ha! Oh yeah, what's Crip-a-lat'n baby? Eastsidaz, "Duces 'N Trayz - The Old Fashioned Way" Somethin' uh, to make you move, groove, and definitely sets the mood Its so uh gangsta, its so uh prankster Its the hoodie hoodie, goodie goodie To lick ya boogie oggie oggie Can ya dig what I'm talkin bout I smell ya Battle Cat Now that's funky, that's so funky, I have to say uh! [Repeat: x4] Eastsiders come back