Snoop Dogg - Neva Left lyrics

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 n***as 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 n***a, that ain't me Gangsta? Yeah n***a, can't you see? Rider, like the tonners on my Chevrolet West Coast, motherf**er, 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, that's on they neck Streets sweet with the heat, yep, they stay on deck I'm dazed and blazed, no confusin', I'm choosin' This time 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, n***a 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 sh** was fast and late The mouth gave us a bang bangin' 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, n***a, I'm knockin' it Now I'm rockin' it, '61 blockin' it If y'all ridin' by, my n***a, we co*kin' it We poppin' on imposters, fake a** mobsters East side n***as, ain't no stoppin' us My recipe is treachery The best in me, n***a, the West to be A better place for the one of Ace Put a 9 millimetre in your f**in' 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 n***a, you dated Another sad gangsta story And usually ones with the territory No nuts, no glory No pain, no game Life for a n***a growin' up in the game This slangin' thang Drinkin', sell a lil' c**aine 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 n***as is imitatin' me 'cause real gangsta sh** 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, n***a, what you gon' do? I'm live in the flesh [?] empirical, left 5 in his chest Survive in the west This a everyday cycle, you never know what might go blam And how you like me now? Crip 'til you slip, Mr. Big Bow Wow Yeah, it's my chance to [?] I got ants in my pants and I needs to get 'em I go for broke, no joke I gotta put my drink down, I'm tryna C walk, loc See come and take off, it's break off And make off with the cash at the pad Boy, a thick lil' b**h, he 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 sh** All my n***as on the East coast 60's, A Train, Hooters Main Street, all my n***as in Compton And the South side, ya dig? Nutty [?] Santana Oh, can't forget them Long Beach n***as East side the same Roll with 20 Crips 19th Street West side, you know what's hatnin' Saten Day, West Coast North side on the block All hood, yeah Crip sh**