Song: Gd Up ~~ 1999 ~~ 4:34
Artist: Tha Eastsidaz featuring Snoop Dogg
LP/CD: Tha Eastsidaz ~~ TVT ~~ 1999
Composers: Calvin Broadus~Tracy
Davis~Kewan Spillman~Danny Means~Kevin Gilliam
Bow-wow (Uh-huh)
Goddamn
Its a motherf***in Dogg House/Battlecat collaboration right here
You know this motherf***in thing got to be
Straight West Coast thing
Peep the script
I bang with the gang that dont need no intro
Who run from East Long Beach to West South Central
Credentials to kick flows and rip shows
Dip 4s and pimp h**s while the indo blow
You know that West Coast loc mentality focused on reality
But livin in a whole nother galaxy
We keep it straight, hard Bogart the spot
Bang and snatch chains in the parkin lot
Dont matter, it still be fine h**s together
Think about the thickest b**** and I gots to have her
Its routine to poop clean, lets hit the show
You know we all f***in once they glimpse the pole
Rip the satin in my hand, pack the gat on my lap
Cause its hatin when you skatin and your pockets is phat
Dont act for a minute like your a** surprised
Just recognize the real way that gangstas ride
If it aint chronic, dont blaze it up
And if it aint a Chevy, dont race it up
You know we keep it bangin, dont fake the funk
So all the real n****s stayed gangstad up
We makin papers suckers only claim to touch
By stickin to the script and never changin up
You know we keep it bangin, dont fake the funk
Keep it real, motherf***er, stayed gangstad up
Its goin down motherf***ers like that
Sound like Battlecat and upstairs was jack
And at night you dont stop
I hope nobody dont call the cops
It dont stop, the beatll make you pop lock
Not better yet cause the city keep you glock cocked
You think Im trippin, fool, I aint bulls****in
You better read the phony s***, but keep the latest non-fiction
Watch out for the friction
This West Coast on mind, and f*** anybody dissin, n****, listen
Dogg House style cause Im a gangsta Crypt
See walkin holdin on a extra clip
Now you wanna be a friend
But you gon make me unload, slap the other clip in below
You wanna go toe to toe, sit my pistol down on the ground on the Pound
N****, hell no
Im stayin gangstad up
Cause it just lives in me
And when Ive seen enough
I guess thats when Ill free somebody
One time when will they see
N****, dont speak on me
I wont stop, so let me be
We all from the streets, somebody
Im a Long Beach Eastside mad a** lunatic
Gang-bang, slap a b****, n**** out to get a grip
On the grind, gettin mine, ask the homies on the 920, you know
We steal on n****s who talk big s***
Real n****s feel this, lets get rich
Under the sun with the young 2-1s
TLC and all the DPGs
Down for whatever, whoever wanna see me now
You lookin like me, I guess you wanna be me now
It take a whole life to be Snoop, people duh
You gotta put it down and always stayed gd up
All-star shoes with the G apparel
If I fall a nightclub I must bust a pair of Stacey Adams
Youll never catch me lookin R&B
I might be in a 3-piece suit lookin way OG
Blazin a ounce with the homey Cat
A rough dogg cause I love puttin blisters on the map
I keep it gangta fo sure, though, loc
And always got the motherf***in dodo smoke
For all my locs and kin folks, this is for yall
(What up) Let me hit some, dogg
Beware of my clip, we hoppin to drop it
Nuttin but the gangsta s***
If it aint chronic, dont blaze it up
And if it aint a Chevy, dont race it up
You know we keep it bangin, dont fake the funk
So all the real n****s stayed gangstad up
We makin papers suckers only claim to touch
By stickin to the script and never changin up
You know we keep it bangin, dont fake the funk
Keep it real, motherf***er, stayed gangstad up
Gangstas
Dogghouse
Somethin for the 9-5 plus 4 digits
Tre D, Golden Loc, yeah
(Long Beach, Long Beach)
My n**** Battlecat on this beat
Busters for life, yeah, yeah, yeah
West Side, yeah
You cant spell the West without the E-S
Oh, yeah, we connectin, yall
This how we do it
And we out
See ya
Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: January 15, 2000
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