Featuring tha dogg pound liland' style young swoop
(liland' style)
Nine in the mornin feds at my door (my door)
Lou cortez creakin cross the hardwood floor (right)
Dippin thru the alley i made my escape
Didnand't even get a chance to grab my snoop dogg tape
Man with no music but happy heand's free
Bailin fast as i can bail down 19th street
I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistoland's closed in hand
Iand'm a dogg pound gangsta from the lbc
Remotely controlled by the bomb-ity
But just livin in big city is a serious task
Didnand't know what the feds wanted, didnand't have time to ask
(snoop doggy dogg)
Weand're comin with that g shit, that c shit that makin niggas sick
How does it feel to see a g from your clique?
Wake up, jumped out of bed wit my grin on (why?)
Last nightand's dice game got my win on
About a g and a half is what i come with
But twenty five gand's is what i left with
*?teatley?* was the word i heard
I went deep in my pockets and threw my stars on the cone
Gimme the dice so i can break you niggas
I threw a c (c-i-x) so my point was the biggie
Seven-four-four-tre back to back
I sent two fools back to their lizzack
(kurupt)
See now iand'm off to the graveyard shift
And i gots ta pay my dues to make my grip
But i chill cos my ho might call
Ainand't no thang cos i sleeps all day and slang when night fall
And i takes a quick walk up the block
With my glock cocke, ready to make a stop where i set up shop
On 59th and 8th ave where all the homies be hangin
Thatand's where a niggaand'll be slangin
Iand'm makin a cool grip of shit, this ainand't me
So i put my chips together and cops a quarter ki
And now the shops on deck
And everything thatand's mines i protect with a tek, i donand't half step
Now i got ends
And iand'm rollin a lexus, fuck a benz, and so many new friends
But i could only trust a few
And unawarely i trusted you
But if only g
(snoop)
Itand's snoop, homies from the motherfuckin get-go
Devoted and quotin, back in and'84
I was thirteen, g was a year older
But i still wadnand't afraid to throw him from his shoulders
Gettin good on the hood was the anticipation
And yeah, king park was the destination
Every nigga that i knew was at the park that night
Even the smokers that be levellin gettin sparked tonight
(liland' style)
Back on the streets, straight blue and grey
Cos i represent like every day
Nigga you canand't tell me i donand't be on the spot
When i can tell you all the homies that done get shot
From at least about five years ago
When i was in junior high goin to marshall
The homey use to come up to the school and rock
And leave and have the bitches flockin his jock
Damn them was the days of the past
But since the pizzound formed we been whippin peopleand's ass
And everybody a blast
And if you donand't believe me nigga you can axe the homey daz
And thatand's your ass
Fucked around and let young swoop take your cash (ha ha)
He didnand't even run, he walked away (bust)
Cos i let it sit that day
I wished i was there i wouldand've clowned
But thatand's why we axed your bitch ass from the pound
Cos he wouldnand't even squad back
Man we canand't fuck with no niggas like that
Heand'll get us all cracked
If the police was behind us, he wouldnand't even jump out with the strap
Now thatand's what i call a beeyatch! (beeiyitch!)
I second the emotion you was dropped the clique (yeah yeah)
(snoop)
Some of these nigga are bitches too
And some of these niggas look just like you
So if youand've ever been *?toetone?*
Go out and get your roll on you punk ass nigga, youand'll get stole on
(dat nigga daz)
Itand's 5:30 in the mornin, now iand'm yizzawnin
Now as i perceive to get g to a tee
And before i bail to school you know i blaze up a sack
Another day, another dollar for the gangsta mack
Bitch act like you know, show me some sex and affection
And let me dial slow, flossin, tossin a bitch (bitch)
Yeah dogg, one more thing i forgot to mention
Shoot five niggas, shoot ten
Shoot the piece, slip to your fiends
Seven, goddamn it, when it deal
A and'64 for the honeys, straight ho for the g
Young daz, little nigga you canand't fuck with me
(snoop)
Now i knew that them niggas couldnand't get at you
So what made them niggas try to spit at you
Disrespect a gang that snitch on you
Yand'all punk ass niggas, man yand'all some bitches too
(young swoop)
Who got some gangsta gangsta shit? (ha ha)
Swoop g, i heard somebodyand's speakin up on you
Cos when i drop mines there was no more nickels and dimes
Just quarters, ounces, half ounces and quota
Pc is the season and i donand't smoke blunt
It sees the indo with skunk, i might as well get drunk
To smoke some stress, that shitand'll put a hole in your chest
I only want another twenty dollar, sure got me fucked up
My hood is gettin hot and niggas is tryin ta plottin
Come up off a young nigga, call his shots
Swoop g ainand't the one, i do its to be done (aah)
Al-ways have my gun and my g from 2-1
Itand's cerritos but you donand't hear me though cos you donand't really know
About the you-know, iand'm cerritos, silly ho
Swoop g by the fuckin l-band's-c
None of these nigga wanna fuck with these (aah)
Swoop g, swoop g, g
