Neva Left Lyrics - Snoop Dogg

Dogg, what up, mane? 

Word on the streets is you ain't what you used to be 

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 

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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 

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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