What is a gangsta if he ain’t strapped?
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And what is a gangsta if he can’t scrap?
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And what is a gangsta if he can’t mack?
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Well I can do it all baby, just like that
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The grass is greener on the side I live on
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Doggie Dogg and way soft, motherfucker you death, bro?
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But why he on peace, If he was a beast he would’ve took off on the south Midwest and the east?
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Chill, y’all niggas don’t get and you’ll probly never will. It’s hard to be real
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But it’s easy to kill. That’s probly why I keep my game on the top of the hill
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They keep my name on the top of the bill while y’all lost out there, poppin’ them pills
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You could’ve been with Snoop Dogg, rockin’ the bill, hop in the veele.
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For real, I’m outclockin’ the meal
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I’m a east side nigga on these west side streets
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In my G boy stance with my hands on my dick
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We the best thing goin’, got the champagne pourin’
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And we put it down, come and do the damn thing goin’
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I’m a selfmade millionaire, the boss Big Snoop
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Everything I touch I turn to big loot
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This the ZU gang and we ride with Snoop
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All I know is that I make that shit do what it do
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It’s the early Berg, it’s the grandest anthem
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Good day LA, it’s time to get back at ‘em
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Yea, the west coast renaissance
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You could smell it in the air, feel the ambiance
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And on the road to riches and fancy things
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To get a little recognition, be the major bling
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Get the ole 6 range, house on the hill, 40 acres in the … dollar dollar bill
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Big heads in my pocket, hoes in the VI
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Mack though this, scratch like a feline
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Sip on the bottle mack, lick on the matua
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Break it down, twist ‘em up like Chicago rock
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To the club, hop off, new Jays
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Fitted to the back like 7 and 5-8’s
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I’m all fly with a fly date
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I’m here to buggy, don’t make me add to the crime rate
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I’m a east side nigga on these west side streets
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In my G boy stance with my hands on my dick
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We the best thing goin’, got the champagne pourin’
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And we put it down, come and do the damn thing goin’
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I’m a selfmade millionaire, the boss Big Snoop
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Everything I touch I turn to big loot
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This the ZU gang and we ride with Snoop
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All I know is that I make that shit do what it do
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Hoes on my nuts like screws and bolts
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Fuck bein’ a playa, I’m tryin’ to coach
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I will pick advantage if you’ll let me
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Have you driblin’ balls like Lisa Leslie, test me
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I’m gon release the heat again
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You floatin’ in the ocean like Lacy Peterson
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Run, cuz you don’t want confrontation
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Masturbate Georgia, masturbatin’ bitch
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Ey mack we blim big
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Can’t be mad at young Einstein, acceleratin’ the game
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Nigga I’mma get mine
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Lee, I’mma get mine too
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Slide through with the candy paint
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Light tint, like ZU. You don’t know the outcome
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Got the whole game locked up like Akon
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We purple urkle, filet mignon
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We’re hitin’ everything that we aimin’ on
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I’m a east side nigga on these west side streets
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In my G boy stance with my hands on my dick
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We the best thing goin’, got the champagne pourin’
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And we put it down, come and do the damn thing goin’
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I’m a selfmade millionaire, the boss Big Snoop
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Everything I touch I turn to big loot
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This the ZU gang and we ride with Snoop
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All I know is that I make that shit do what it do
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What We Do
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| Snoop Dogg |
