Tha Dogg Pound - We Da West - Feat. Snoop Dogg, Bad Lucc, Damani, Problem, & Soopafly lyrics

Come on man, Eastsidaz Eastside... Infamous Mobb Infamous Mobb Deep Out the muthaf**in depths in New York, its P You couldn't get close enough to even touch the kid If you did, you wouldn't get far enough to bag I put my guns to work on your b**h a** Hold up, n***as f**in up the game Put my name in statements, cooperating wit these and talkin f** it, I'll still buck em and gamble wit my freedom These n***as gon learn to respect the P-Dub I don't take no sh** off of nobody No n***a, no b**h, lets get rich and party Lets not test my gangsta, thats how you get bodied Thats how hearts get took, pride get damaged Lives is shedded, f**in wit these east side n***as We teach y'all n***as bout this murder sh** We got Tray Deee, Goldie Loc, Hav and P Kokane, wit my n***a Snoop D-O-G-G Big hitters, wig splitters, give n***as the blues Fools loud mouth we all about spittin them tools From the coast of the locs were the Gs was born And we raise up B.G.s to keep it goin In the alleys, not the valleys, k**a Cali the zone Long Beach bringin heat takin off when its on f** pretty, come gritty when we bring the noise Big boys play wit keeps when we bring the toys Wet T-shirts, we search to put in work, cuz Come back for ya homies as you gettin ya dirt dug Congregatin, operatin Gs and hustlas You other muthaf**as can't concieve our structures The DPGC, the M-O-B-B, stricly east side and we ride on G.P Bandanas, hoodies, timbos and chucks Stay mashin on bustas not givin a f** Eastsidaz and Mobb Deep We connected From the West to the East Connected Oh what you got beef? Connected Run up on ya while ya sleep Stay connected My nephews play wit keeps We connected From the West to the East Connected Blast ya a** in the streets We connected Eastsidaz&Mobb Deep Stay connected For life Connect wit my dogs be that serious sh** Serious things when M-O-B and sidaz bang Ice and chains, be best that you hide those thangs And pressure to that a** we apply those thangs Told you f**s before, when it rains it pours Its a cold, cold, cold world n***a its Doggy Dogg Better walk or crawl(for real), cause on the real homeboy f** around and you'll be up in the morgue Moms praisin the lords, rev paintin the picture Of a wise young man who didn't get the picture We keep it gangsta n***a, don't get it twisted n***a Cross me n***a, you'll wind up a missin n***a QB and we trully, rep for ours Wars and scars, b**hes in a gang of whips When it came to this game though we changed the sh** And f** who you wit, its what you up in the club but yo Uzis, AKs, Glock 40s and Tech 9s Tryna take mines, you'll be a dead muthaf**a Come up short, wit yo life on support Burnin rubber down the street in a black super spoke Fo' pokes to the neck, five sticks to the dome Gun powder on my clothes when I smacked him in his nose Real talk, show you how to walk the walk All black all times when I scheme and stalk Its somethin about bein a cold blooded k**a I'm bananas my n***a, like a black a** guerilla I'm G'd up, smokin all the muthaf**in weed up Drinkin on a full cup n***a Yeah, defintely connected How you love that? Uh, like I said you can't spell the West wit out the ES East side up eastsidaz From QB to the LB You see what I see and G how I G Feel me? Eastsidaz, duces and trayz the old fashioned way Alchemist... Uh, yeah-yay