Who Got Some Gangsta Shit? Lyrics - Snoop Dogg

Nine in the mornin' feds at my door (my door) 

Lou Cortez creakin' cross the hardwood floor (right) 

Dippin' through the alley I made my escape 

Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape 

Man with no music but happy he'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 pistol's closed in hand 

I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC 

Remotely controlled by the bombity 

But just livin' in big city is a serious task 

Didn't know what the feds wanted, didn't have time to ask 

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We're comin' with that G shit, that see 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 night's dice game got my win on 

About a G and a half is what I come with 

But twenty five G'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 see (C-I-X) so my point was the biggie 

Seven-four-four-tre back to back 

I sent two fools back to their lizzack 

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See now I'm off to the graveyard shift 

And I gots ta pay my dues to make my grip 

But I chill 'cause my ho might call 

Ain't no thang 'cause I sleeps all day and slang when night fall 

And I takes a quick walk up the block 

With my Glock cocked, ready to make a stop where I set up shop 

On 59th and 8th Ave where all the homies be hangin' 

That's where a nigga'll be slangin 

I'm makin' a cool grip of shit, this ain't me 

So I put my chips together and cops a quarter ki 

And now the shops on deck 

And everything that's mines I protect with a Tek, I don't half step 

Now I got ends 

And I'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 

It's Snoop, homies from the motherfuckin get-go 

Devoted and quotin', back in '84 

I was thirteen, G was a year older 

But I still wadn'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 

Back on the streets, straight blue and grey 

'Cause I represent like every day 

Nigga you can't tell me I don'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' people's ass 

And everybody a blast 

And if you don't believe me nigga you can axe the homey Daz 

And that's your ass 

Fucked around and let Young Swoop take your cash (ha ha) 

He didn't even run, he walked away (bust) 

'cause I let it sit that day 

I wished I was there I would've clowned 

But that's why we axed your bitch ass from the Pound 

'cause he wouldn't even squad back 

Man we can't fuck with no niggas like that 

He'll get us all cracked 

If the police was behind us, he wouldn't even jump out with the strap 

Now that's what I call a beeyatch! (Beeiyitch!) 

I second the emotion you was dropped the clique (yeah yeah) 

Some of these nigga are bitches too 

And some of these niggas look just like you 

So if you've ever been toetone 

Go out and get your roll on you punk ass nigga, you'll get stole on 

It's 5: 30 in the mornin', now I'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 '64 for the honeys, straight ho for the G 

Young Daz, little nigga you can't fuck with me 

Now I knew that them niggas couldn't get at you 

So what made them niggas try to spit at you 

Disrespect a gang that snitch on you 

Y'all punk ass niggas, man y'all some bitches too 

Who got some gangsta gangsta shit? (ha ha) 

Swoop G, I heard somebody's speakin up on you 

'Cause when I drop mines there was no more nickels and dimes 

Just quarters, ounces, half ounces and quota 

PC is the season and I don't smoke blunt 

It sees the indo with skunk, I might as well get drunk 

To smoke some stress, that shit'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 ain't the one, I do its to be done (aah) 

Al-ways have my gun and my G from 2-1 

It's Cerritos but you don't hear me though 'cause you don't really know 

About the you-know, I'm Cerritos, silly ho 

Swoop G by the fuckin' L-be's-see 

None of these nigga want to fuck with these (aah) 

Swoop G, Swoop G, G