If u Crip Throw it up

Gangsta Shit
Real Motherfuckin' g'z
Straight Outta Compton

[TWIN LOC]
Gotta watch my back to see these niggas got it fucked up
But I keep my heater on me daily, nigga what's up? You're fucked up!
Then put these shells with the .9 Nina
Releasin' vapors on that ass like Biz
This like not misdemenaour
So take notes I skit throats up of a rhyme byter
Bump your bitch
Just spliff her on 'em all nighter
Gangsta haters
Can't stand to see me comin'
With this Tec-9 creepin' nigga and straight up dumpin'
Now let's roll
Until you loose control
Steady reachin' for the sky watch this game unfold
For this real Eastside Rida man, it's all about that cheddar
Tryin' to live my life better
Tryin' to buy them fly sweaters
Throw the Macs in the cut
Keep it right, keep it strong tight
Never loose my head as I be dead keep my game right
In the city there's no pity
So I exercise my game
Better watch your front cause I be back
Crippin' it up again

Up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie
To the rhythm of the streets it don't stop
I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie
To the rhythm of the streets it don't stop
I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie
To the rhythm of the streets it don't stop
I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie
To the rhythm of the streets it don't stop

[MAC-11]
Lord have mercy on the young black
I shoot up shit with the Tec then where my pride at?
My will is empty all I do is 'pose I'm daydreamin'
I've seen it all but couldn't tell you what life mean
What's my purpose?
What's a city, hittin' and hurt and suffer
I show no love for these
Busta-ass motherfuckers
Convicted fellow a criminal mind that they can't get a job
So when I'm home we do our starve to death row or robs
Oh my god
I only call on you when I need ya
You know a nigga get you high back before he feature
The only child runnin wild still on parole
I got a son he don't know me
And he's 12 years old
Sadness and madness, they hurt me in the worst ways
The Jury say I missed all my son birthdays
Moment of silence means quiet on the fuckin' set
Lord please don't let my son walk my footsteps
He couldn't handle it
He sees to many crucifice
Plus he got to be proud of his friends high and close his eye
And bless his momma, she's a money hungry lyin' rat
Didn't mean to call her that
But damn that's how the fuck she act
I've been locked down for three long whole summers
Fuck the block they test a motherfuckin phone number
I'm needin' help but can't did it from a damned soul
But the homie
And they just gave him life without parole
Lord have mercy

[BIG FREEZE]
For sure when I bust verbally
???? label me a threat to society
Maybe it's because I spit with force
Or I'm too
Underground of being seen in their Source - Magazine
But well of course I take one of those game machine Fullies
With the 15 round clip and an infrared beam
Crime scene
Knowin' fellas death strugglers
A gathors representer by players, killers and hustlers, now bust
He be down stomped out and jacked
Act city by ?? tellin' you Watts niggas it's like that and fat
I don't know no more niggas like my niggas old schools squads
Rhyme besides the robbers with the
50 Caliber
Semi-automatics can't stop
Refused to quit we gotta let these busters have it
Strategly seem shared dreams in infrared beams
Screamin breakin' the demons
Trying to step by all means
And I know I'ma have to pop just to protect my turf
Or be a bitch and trying to cream wind up in the hearse
Oh no, now Freeze I keeps it real no faking
Cause the hood's for death loc
I just can't shake this is talent
We was raised by G's
From the good old days
Laced with this gangsterizm just playin' these cold ways
How crime pays and fully K's mean power
Trippin' a few ?island? in that ass some lead shower
And that jump the more death
More tape empty shells and my soul might
Burn in hell
I can't tell you to outcome cause I don't know
But one thing I know for sure was everybody gots to go

I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie
To the rhythm of the streets it don't stop
I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie
To the rhythm of the streets it don't stop
I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie
To the rhythm of the streets it don't stop
I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie
To the rhythm of the streets it don't stop...

I got another gang story to tell.
Peep, about how a black nigga was born in hell.
And right then and there it's no hope
cause a nigga can't escape the gangs and the dope.
Damn! And when its black on black, that makes it shitty.
Can't survive in the Compton city.
And fool thats bet.
Cause when you grow up in the hood, you gots ta claim a set.
Geah, Its not that you want to but you have to.
Don't be a mark, cause niggas might laugh you
straight off the mutherfuckin block.
Can't deal with bustas so they asses get clocked.
geah, who gives a fuck about another.
Only got love for my fuckin gang brothers.
Geah but I'm young so nobody would wonder
That the hood would take me under.

[scratching: always strapped and eager to peel a cap
The hood done took me under.]

Now I'm a few ages older
got hair on my nuts and I'm a little bit bolder.
And puttin in work, I has to do my fuckin part,
I'm down for the hood and its planted in the heart.
Fool. At school slappin on the girls asses
Fuck the white education so I skip a lot of classes.
Cause ain't no teaching a nigga white reality.
Teach me the mutherfuckin gang mentality.
Pop pop pop, drops the sucker
if he's from another hood I gots ta shoot the mutherfucker.
Geah I'm in it to win it and can't quit.
Fool, and ready die for this shit.
One times can't fade the gang tuff.
Puttin my foot in your ass to make times rough.
I'm the neighbourhood terror but I never wondered
that the hood would take me under.

Chorus:
+[police is hot, so I'm watching my back...]

I guess I'll watch my back cause niggas jivin'
Times heard this brother pulled a 187.
Who I thought was my homie dropped the dime.
So I gotta peel his cap with the nine.
Fool, so if its on then its on, fuck ya G,
because how the odds are looking, its either him or me.
So I loads up the strap and I step
cause my brain cells are dead and all I think is death.
Revenge. That's what its all about.
See the sucker, take the mutherfucker out.
Stare the fool down with the eye contact.
He try to swing so I draw on him with the gatt.
Blast was the sound that one times heard uh
Nigga 25 to live for the murder.
Was it worth it I've always wondered.
Maybe if the hood didn't take me under.

Geah, this going out to all the niggas,
It's going out to my niggas.
Its going out to all the niggas,
My nigga Mike T

Comin' from the city where no pity is shown shown shown shown

In California 4X

Rollin' down Crenshaw Boulevard
Starin' at these suckas who claim to be hard
Daz Dillinger & the Gang
Who can blast & gangbang Ha haa


[Verse 1]

Who gives it up for every hooker rat & hood slut
all in the cut Dat Nigga Daz with the pimp strut
You slept game on those who act lame
see ain't a damn thang changed
you know I ride the neighborhood slow
floss on you & let the weed blow
True indeed I'm havin' a ball
pick up the phone & give my homiez a call
What's up with y'all? (What's up y'all?)
Livin' in the city where we born to ball
Rolled up a Philly we pack it tight
what a pity what a sight
& hella Chronic all damn night
Got the weed it got me kinda feelin' so high
Hennessy got a brother so feelin' so high
Pull outta state enjoy my day & I love to burn rubber
pump up the jam for the summer
gimme Eureka Snoop got the Hummer
Kinda make you wanna sit back & wonder

The home of the city of the Crips & the Bloods
and niggaz get shot oh who they thought you was
The home of the cities of the gangstaz & bud
or you can get bad oh who they thought you was


[Verse 2]

Ooh damn back by a popular demand
Daz Dillinger back in effect homey once again
The question is why y'all got a problem with me gettin' high
say the wrong thing get right
Prepare in effect homiez are prepared everywhere
causin' ruckus all bein' fair
Daz Dillinger finally alone in my zone
be by myself in a place that I call home
Check it out peep out the scenery
ya meanin' to me nuthin' to me ya keep frontin' to me
I hit you up Dogg Pound all come around
lay 'em all down homiez be frontin' for they town
Throw it up Eastside Westside bumpin'
California's the state where we be dumpin' what!!

The home of the city of the Crips & the Bloods
and you can get shot oh who they thought you was
The home of the cities of the gangstas & bud
Ha haa or you can get bad oh who they thought you was


[Verse ]3

Here I am stompin' down choppin' down yo compound
knockin' all y'all out thirty seconds in the first round
Who come around get destroyed off contact
realize & understand homey you don't want that
Check it out let's engage in military actin'
women dope & drama keep me yackin'
Bump all that bullsh(it) you yappin'
them beats & that bullsh you yappin'
I'm about all busy boggin' & cappin'
pistol packin' you don't really want none of this action
Homey, you betta watch out 'cause nothin' can save ya
tattooein' y'all with razors
blazen that it didn't penetrate him but I grazed him
now they callin' Daz unusual playa hater
Back on the spot feelin' high
watchin' as the cops pass by
smokin' fire homey I ain't lyin'
Who the man from Long Beach, California to Japan
Rockin' like wonder MC homey without a band in hand
a why can't control the whole scene
watch it unfold get scold get blown away
any other rapper pay dearly severely y'all come & hear me
Damn you get bruised battered & slammed
niggaz try to see who I am Dat Nigga Daz

The home of the city of the Crips & the Bloods
where you can get shot oh who they thought you was
The home of the city of the Crips & the Bloods
where you can get shot oh who they thought you was

The home of the city of the Crips & the Bloods
and you can get shot oh who they thought you was
The home of the city of the Crips & the Bloods
where you can get shot oh who they thought you was

[Chorus] - 2X
Let's bang
Let's bang, Cali Iz Active
Let's bang
Let's bang, Cali Iz Active

[Kurupt]
We got heaters, smoke, drank, bitches
Fo's, deuces, trayz, switches
Riders, money, houses, boats
Notes, uncompromisable quotes
We got heaters, smoke, drank, bitches
Fo's, deuces, trayz, switches
Riders, money, hoes, boats
Notes, uncompromisable quotes, West Coast

I'ma bang on bitch boy, set it off, start it
Me, Snoop and Daz bangin' on the blue carpet
Chucks and accessories
like the two heaters the homie got next to me
You don't know me but you don't know "shoo"
It's me and Daz posted with Coach Snoop
But I'll ride with ya if ya wanna ride with me
Cause we bangin' on the streets, D.P.G. bang

[Chorus] - 2X
Let's bang
Let's bang, Cali Iz Active
Let's bang
Let's bang, Cali Iz Active

[Daz Dillinger]
I'm yellin' (gangsta, gangsta!)
Dippin' in my '6-6, chrome deep dish
Today could be your death wish
I'm from Cali the birth of the Impala
Them '6-4 old schools, them boys got dollars
Big diamonds, big wheels, low-lows to the ground
Get active fool (that's how we get down)
Scrapin' the bumper - you know I keep that thumper
15's subbin' just like a Dogg Pound concert
L.A. Dodger cap, switches hittin' from front to back
(We back doin' it big like that)
Khakis, All-Star's, white T's, gang flags
D.P.G.C. on my tags

Them Dogg Pound Gangstas, niggaz is active
Keep poppin' that shit then I'm gettin' to blastin'
Ain't no compromise, ain't no talkin' or askin'
I'm takin' off first and the scene will be drastic

[Chorus] - 2X
Let's bang
Let's bang, Cali Iz Active
Let's bang
Let's bang, Cali Iz Active

[Snoop Dogg]
Just another day in my neighborhood
I bang the hood, I cocaine slang in the hood
I'm bringin' the goods, in other words I'm bringin' the buzz
I'm swingin' my cuz, in a blue vein switchin' lanes
Backseat full of goods, what it do huh?
Baby suckin' on a blow pop
Put your seatbelt on, let me make the fo' hop
I get out and Crip Walk on the block
Left hand on my glock, 20 Crip and it don't stop
Yeah nigga, I can always tell a scared nigga
Ol' loudmouth busta ass nigga wouldn't break a glass
Now he wanna run up on me and mash
I catch him by himself, now he talkin' fast
"Oh, Snoop Dogg, please don't blast!"
Don't worry 'bout a motherfuckin' thang
But worry 'bout my homies 'cause my homies gon' bang on the game

[Chorus] - 2X
Let's bang
Let's bang, Cali Iz Active
Let's bang
Let's bang, Cali Iz Active

[Snoop Dogg]
Move your body, everybody
California, yeah they be
Probably hardly come to party without nothin' happening
This is how we like to do it, spike the punch with Hennessy
And we bangin' on you niggaz who ain't from that D.P.G.
Dogghouse Radio... (D.P.G.'s)
Gangbang activity... (that's all we do cuh)
Dogghouse Radio... (D.P.G...C.)
Gangbang activity...

[Chorus] - 2X
Let's bang
Let's bang, Cali Iz Active
Let's bang
Let's bang, Cali Iz Active