Luyện nghe bài hát G'd Up

I with the gang that don't need no intro
We run from East Beach to West South Central
Credentials, to kick flows an' rip
Dip 4s an' pimp while the indo blow

You know that coast low mentality
Focused on reality but livin' in a 'notha galaxy
We keep it straight hard but the spot
snatch chains in the parkin' lot

Don't matter, still be fine hoes to gather
about the thickest bitch an' I gots to have her
It's routine, the coupe clean, hit the sho'
You we all fuckin' once they glimpse the po'

Wit the in my hand, pack the gat on my lap
'Coz it's hatin' when you're skatin' an' pockets is fat
act for a minute like your ass surprised
Just recognize the real way that gangstas

If it chronic, don't blaze it up
An' if it ain't a Chevy, don't it up
You know we keep it bangin', don't the funk
So all the niggaz stay gangsta'd up

We makin' only suckas claim to touch
By stickin' to the script an' neva up
You know we it bangin', don't fake the funk
Keep it real, motherfucka, gansta'd up

It's down, motherfuckaz, like dat
Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit
An' the don't stop
I hope nobody don't call the

It don't stop, the beat'll make pop block
Nah yet 'coz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked
You I'm trippin'? Fool, I ain't bullshittin'
You read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction

out for the friction
Dis West coast on mine an' fuck anybody dssin', nigga,
Dogg style 'coz I'm a gangsta Crip
C walkin', on the extra clip

Now you wanna be a
But you make me unload an' slap the other clip in reload
You go toe to toe?
Sit my pistol down on on the pound, nigga, hell, no

I must stay up 'coz it just lives in me
An' when I seen enuff, I guess when I'll free somebody
Once said from Willie C., nigga, speak on me
I stop, so let me be, we are from the streets, somebody

I'm a Beach, East Side mad ass lunatic
Gang bang, a bitch, nigga, out to get a grip
On the grind, mine, ask the homiez on the 9
2 O, you

We still own niggaz who talk shit
Real niggaz dis, let's get rich
the sun with the Young 2 Ones
TLCs an' all the

for whatever, who eva wanna see me now
You lookin' like me, I guess you be me now
It take a lot to be Snoop D O dub
You put it down an' always stay G'd up

All Star with the G apparel
If I in the club, I might bust a pair of Stacy Adams
You catch me lookin' R an' B
I might be in a 3 piece suit way O.G.

a ounce with the homie, Cat
Or Ruff Dogg I love puttin' hustlas on the map
I it gangsta fo' sho', do', lo'
An' always got the muthfuckin' do do

For all my locs an' ken folks, dis is for
Let me hit sum'thin', dog
of my clique
We hopin' an' dropin' but the gangsta shit

If it ain't chronic, blaze it up
An' if it ain't a Chevy, raise it up
You know we it bangin', don't fake the funk
For all my real niggaz stay up

We makin' paper only suckas to touch
By stickin' to the script an' neva up
You we keep it bangin', don't fake the funk
Keep it real, motherfucka, gansta'd up

Gangstas, House
Sum'thin' for the 9 5, for pennies
Tray-Dee, Loc, yeah
My nigga, Battlecat on the beat, bustas for
West

You can't spell the 'West' the E, S
Ah, yes, we connectin',
how we do it, do it to 'em
An' we out, see ya