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Snoop Dogg - Gangbangn 101 lyrics
West coast It’s time to stand up nigga We gonna unite around this mother fucker one time I’m calling every real crip nigga And every real B-dog To the table right now Yeah We gonna push a real line right now See if y’all with this gangsta gorilla shit Have you ever seen a hundred thousand rep riders On the side Blue chucks Blue rags Gray clouds Blue sky On the move Can’t lose Hill Street Blues Niggas gotta pay their dues On the crews With the Uzi spray Suckas gonna ooze My granny saw it on the news She shook up, look up And then she put me on the move I try to get away But I couldn’t get far Cause the homies had to bang That night, at King Park And I got into a squab Got caught and went to jail Straight to the county With no mother fucking bail $4800 with this crippin Oh well My big homie Lloyd Blue Snatched me by my coat tail He said don’t trip Dogg You better get right Crip Right Eyes open Cause niggas get stuck on C sight Ain’t no mother fucking problem Pop, pop Tick tock Never flip flop 20 crip Chorus Sup Crip X4 Soo Woo X4 Sup Crip X4 Soo Woo X4 Game Is I in the mother fucking S5 With the red bandana Double knotted round the rear view Niggas see clear through They know that it’s Game Cherry red low and tinted Let them know that I bang So bang Like Snoop in Deep Cover I got the seat reclined 4-5 under the right seat Mother dippin down green leaf I ain’t got no enemies Been shot 5 times Now I bleed Hennessey And bang for my niggas locked up They can’t stop us It ain’t a gangster party till we go and dig Pac up I’m Dr. Martin Luther King With 2 guns on Huey P. Newton with Air force Ones on I gangbang but I’m the opposite of Tookie Williams Red Lambo Red bandana, prince ceiling Me and Snoop got the west coast locked Red and blue rag tied in a knot With all my mother fucking homies yelling out Chorus Soo Woo X4 Sup Crip X4 Soo Woo X4 Sup Crip X4 Game I ran out of gas in Long Beach I’m stuck Ain’t no bloods And all I see is blue Chucks Hopped out the 6 tray Know where to go To Snoop pimped up in that Pittsburgh Still a 6-4 We just dippin’ One Blood and one Crip I’m on that bullshit Throwback Scott Pippin Moral is my bandana Hanging from my left side So if you ain’t a crip or a blood Just throw up West side What up Blood? Snoop Yeah Cuz, We just tippin’ Me and Game Doing things Switching lanes Hurricanes on my feet Stop, and C-walk to the beat Game, take the wheel And turn onto 21st street Eastside LBC Gun in my hand It’s the turf by the surf But we don’t play in the sand We just slip and slide We rip and ride out Let a C know Nigga welcome to the Thunder Dome Chorus Sup Crip X4 Soo Woo X4 Sup Crip X4 Soo Woo X4 Snoop Yeah, and mother fuckers Wanna know who shot Cyrus Well I shot Cyrus Fuck that nigga He ain’t from the West Coast Straight up nigga All my real B-dogs Sup Blood All my real C-dogs What’s crack-a-lacking Cuz Yeah, West Coast music nigga Straight up Oh I gotta send a shot out to the Brown side too Horale ese West coast nigga Give a fuck about the rest of y’all niggas Good looking Game Let’s bang out one time Come on can I get two West, west coast, coast West, west coast, coast West, west coast, coast West, west coast, coast |
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