Neva Left

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 niggas talk about it but they really don't do it, do they?

So I'm doin' it for y'all

Marco or 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 nigga, that ain't me

Gangsta? Yeah nigga, can't you see?

Rider, like the toners on my Chevrolet

West Coast, motherfucker, that's the only way

Yeah homie, what you say?

Home of the woop, womp and gunplay

A lot of homies shoot the 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 your mama and daddy

Throw the set up out the moon while they swingin' the caddy

That's on the set, tats on they neck

Streets sweet with the heat, yep, they stay on deck

I'm dazed and blazed, no confusin', I'm choosin'

This how 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, nigga

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 with their canes with they flags on the end

C. Walton, Stacey Adams, five-oh-one

That shit was fascinating

The Miles Davis of gangbangin' 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, nigga, with knock in it

Now I'm rockin' it, six-one blockin' it

If y'all ridin' by, my nigga, we cockin' it

Poppin' on imposters, fake ass mobsters

East side niggas, ain't no stoppin' us

My recipe is treachery

The best in me, nigga, the West to be

A better place for the one of Ace

Put a nince millimeter in your fuckin' face

And let you say your grace before you have a taste

Of reality, set in, yeah, it's your fate

Now your homies at your funeral

Plottin' on some get back

But you can't get back 'cause nigga, you dated

Another sad gangsta story

And usually ones with the territory

No nuts, no glory

No pain, no gain

Life for a nigga growin' up in the game

This slangin' thangs

Drinkin', sell a lil' cocaine

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 become it

You know, they say imitation is the best form of flattery

That's what I was told

A lot of niggas is imitatin' this real gangsta shit

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, nigga, what you gon' do?

I'm live in the flesh

Caught him on Imperial left five in his chest

Survive in the west

It's 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 prance

I got ants in my pants and I needs to dance

I go for broke, no joke

I gotta put my drink down, I'm tryna C walk, loc

See I'mma take off, break off

And make off with the cash

At the pad with, a thick lil' bitch, she super bad

Gangsta, gangsta

Futuristics

Snoop Dogg

Forty-eight hunnid

C's up, yeah

Shooters, shout out to my home boys

Harlem Thirty, yeah

Real shit

All my niggas on the East coast

Six-oh's, Eight Tray, Hoovers

Main Street, all my niggas in Compton

And the South side, ya dig?

Nutty Blocc

Santana

Oh, can't forget them Long Beach niggas

East side the same

Rollin twenty Crips

19th Street

West side, you know what's hap'nin'

Saten Day, West Coast

North side four corner block

Old hood, yeah

Crip shit