Tear This Bitch Up

歌詞

I bang with the gang that don't need no intro We run from East Long Beach to West South Central Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows, Dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow You know that west coast low mentality Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy We keep it straight hard but guard the spot Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap Cuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up We makein papa only suckas claim to touch By stickin to the script and neva changin up You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up It's goin down motherfuckaz like dat Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp And the nockin don't stop I hope nobody don't call the cops It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block Na betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked You think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction Watch out for the friction Dis West Coast on mine And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip C-walkin holdin on the extra clip Now you wanna be a frend But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload You wanna go toe to toe Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me I wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you know We still own niggaz who talk bitch shit Real niggaz feel dis let's get rich Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now You lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now It take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up All star shoes with the G apparel If I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams You neva catch me lookin R&B I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG Blazin a ounce with the homie cat Or Ruff Dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the map I keep it gangsta for sho do lo And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke For all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all Let me hit sumthin dogg Beware of my clique We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up We makein papa only suckas claim to touch By stickin to the script and neva changin up You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up Dogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc My nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life West Side You can't spell the West without the E-S Ah yes we connectin y'all Thats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em ) And we out ( see ya, see your )