Neva Left

Dogg, what up, mane?
 Word on the streets is you ain't what you used to be
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 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, I 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 tonners on my Chevrolet
 West Coast, motherfucker, that's the only way
 Yeah homie, what you say?
 Home of the Wook, Wok and Gunplay
 A lot of homies shoot to 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 you mama and daddy
 Told to set up out the room 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 but they came with they flags on the end
 See Stacey Adams, fine woman
 That shit was fast and late
 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, I'm knockin' it
 Now I'm rockin' it, '61 blockin' it
 If y'all ridin' by, my nigga, we cockin' it
 We 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 9 millimeter in your fuckin' face
 And let you say your grace before you have a taste
 Of reality, set in, yeah, this 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' thang
 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' me 'cause 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 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'ma take off, break off
 And make off with the cash
 At the pad with, a thick lil bitch, she super bad
 Gangsta, gangsta
 Futuristic
 Snoop Dogg
 48 hunnid
 C's up, yeah
 Shoot or shout out to my home boys
 Harlem 30
 Yeah, real shit
 All my niggas on the East coast
 
 6-0'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 20 Crips
 19th Street
 West side, you know what's hatnin'
 Saten Day, West Coast
 North side on the block
 All hood, yeah
 Crip shit