CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : G’d Up/The Catch Up Remix
I bang with the gang that don't need no intro[Doggpound]
We run from East Long Beach to West South Central
Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows
Dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow
You know that west coast low mentality
Focused on reality but livin in a whole notha galaxy
We keep it straight hard but guard the spot
Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot
Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha
Pick about the thickest b*t*h and I gots to hav ha
It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho[whattup]
You know we all f**kin once they glimpse the po[thats right]
Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap
Cuz it's hatin when your skatin and your
Pockets is fat[thats right]
Don't act for a minute like your a** surprised
Just reconizе the real way that gangsta's ride
If it ain't chronic don't blazе it up
And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
So all the real n***as stay gangsta'd up
We makin paper only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
Keep it real motherf**ka stay gansta'd up
It's goin down motherf**kaz like dat
Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp [Rest in Peace]
And the nockin don't stop
I hope nobody don't call the cops
It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block
Na betta yet cuz dis sh*t'll keep your Glock c*cked
You think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullsh*ttin
You betta read up on dis sh*t to keep the latest non-fiction
Watch out for the friction
Dis West Coast on mine
And f**k anybody dssin n***a lissen
Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip
C-walkin holdin on the extra clip
Now you wanna be a friend
But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload
You wanna go toe to toe
Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound n***a hell no
I'm a Long Beach East Side(east side) mad a** lunatic
Gang bang(gang bang) slap a b*t*h n***a out to get a grip(grip)
On the grind gettin mine(what?) ask the homiez(what?) on the 9 2 o you know(y'know)
We still own n***as who talk b*t*h sh*t(sh*t)
Real n***as feel dis let's get rich(rich)
Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's(Rollin') and all the DPG's(whattup)
Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now(see me now)
You lookin like me I guess you wanna be me now(be me now)
It take a whole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub(D-O-Dub)
You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up(g'd up)
All Star shoes with the G apparel
If I fall in the club I might bust a pair of Stacy Adams(ooh-ooh-ooh)
You never catch me lookin R&B(unh-uh)
I might be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG(way OG)
Blazin a ounce with the homie Cat(yeah)
Or Ruff Dogg cuz I luv puttin Hoodstas on the map(Hoodstas on the map)
I keep it gangsta for sho do loc(gangsta)
And always got the muthf**kin do-do smoke(do-do smoke)
If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up
And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
So all the real n***as stay gangsta'd up
We makin paper only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
Keep it real motherf**ka stay gansta'd up
We run from East Long Beach to West South Central
Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows
Dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow
You know that west coast low mentality
Focused on reality but livin in a whole notha galaxy
We keep it straight hard but guard the spot
Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot
Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha
Pick about the thickest b*t*h and I gots to hav ha
It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho[whattup]
You know we all f**kin once they glimpse the po[thats right]
Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap
Cuz it's hatin when your skatin and your
Pockets is fat[thats right]
Don't act for a minute like your a** surprised
Just reconizе the real way that gangsta's ride
If it ain't chronic don't blazе it up
And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
So all the real n***as stay gangsta'd up
We makin paper only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
Keep it real motherf**ka stay gansta'd up
It's goin down motherf**kaz like dat
Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp [Rest in Peace]
And the nockin don't stop
I hope nobody don't call the cops
It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block
Na betta yet cuz dis sh*t'll keep your Glock c*cked
You think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullsh*ttin
You betta read up on dis sh*t to keep the latest non-fiction
Watch out for the friction
Dis West Coast on mine
And f**k anybody dssin n***a lissen
Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip
C-walkin holdin on the extra clip
Now you wanna be a friend
But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload
You wanna go toe to toe
Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound n***a hell no
I'm a Long Beach East Side(east side) mad a** lunatic
Gang bang(gang bang) slap a b*t*h n***a out to get a grip(grip)
On the grind gettin mine(what?) ask the homiez(what?) on the 9 2 o you know(y'know)
We still own n***as who talk b*t*h sh*t(sh*t)
Real n***as feel dis let's get rich(rich)
Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's(Rollin') and all the DPG's(whattup)
Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now(see me now)
You lookin like me I guess you wanna be me now(be me now)
It take a whole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub(D-O-Dub)
You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up(g'd up)
All Star shoes with the G apparel
If I fall in the club I might bust a pair of Stacy Adams(ooh-ooh-ooh)
You never catch me lookin R&B(unh-uh)
I might be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG(way OG)
Blazin a ounce with the homie Cat(yeah)
Or Ruff Dogg cuz I luv puttin Hoodstas on the map(Hoodstas on the map)
I keep it gangsta for sho do loc(gangsta)
And always got the muthf**kin do-do smoke(do-do smoke)
If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up
And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
So all the real n***as stay gangsta'd up
We makin paper only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
Keep it real motherf**ka stay gansta'd up
