Yeah we kind of like that shit, yeah
That's all we do, huh check it

[Kurupt]
Now what I'm not gettin' exactly (Why you)
Can't understand you can't rock a mic like (I do)
I fuck around with niggas but then they (Try to)
Take advantage and take for granted so I (Slide through)
With the automatic to stay on deck (Dust some niggas)
Always look em' in the eyes can't (Trust a nigga)
I be in penned, we'll be seein' (Soopafly)
Don't be goin' for no shit (Or die)
I be hangin' with niggas that love to do the (Gangsta walk)
When we bust hush, that's (Gangsta talk)
I freak a ho every now and then but (Don't pay)
I'm actin' funny with my money, uh-uh (No way)
If you think you ran into some riches (Wrong way)
Turn around but you can still hit this (Bombay)
I roll around, flip a hood with the (Top down)
Hit the switches for the bitches make it (Drop down)
Jealous niggas playa hatin' can't (Stop the sound)
Askin' where I'm from, hit em' up (Dogg Pound)
And the game that we blast just to (Make tame)
And the weed, alcohol got us (Insane)
You can run but sometime ya gotta (Feel the pain)
We drop the kick bumpin' in yo (System man)

[Hook]
It's like way too often, I keep rockin'
All my niggas and can hear my beat knockin'
Pimp struttin' as I walk in
Say what, all my bitches talkin'
It's like way too often, I keep rockin'
All my niggas that can hear my beat knockin'
Pimp struttin' out here all my homies hawkin'
At the party all the homies C-walkin'

[Soopafly]
I make a left on Atlantic then I (Ride by)
Seen my niggas from the Pound so I (Slide by)
Say what's happenin' to them niggas that don't (Know my)
Name and my game, give a fuck I'm (So high)
Ran out to get the plan out the (Swoopty-blue)
What's happenin' crack a nigga with that (Woopty-woo)
Hit the back, shack stepped to this (Rack that crack)
Laid down the game, gangs can't stop (The mack)
I say I'm a pimp and (I am)
Hard on a ho, make her say (Got damn)
They say what chu' want, I say girl (Why tell)
They say give up cash, I say (Eat my gel)
Backed up into my Lincoln that (Be knockin')
I need somebody, rolled up my weed bust a (G-ride)
Roll two joints, a blunt leave the stash (Up front)
While I turn up the beat and give em' (What they want)

[Hook]

[Daz]
Gangstas do all the doin' (Make ends)
And everything that ain't ours (Take in)
I saw you bitches, she wanna eat a (Fat dick)
Make a nigga grip the heat and (Blast shit)
All the homies C-walkin' in the (Parking lot)
We in khakis blast niggas in (Karl Kani)
Nigga this a gangsta party and you ain't supposed to be here
Nigga best to beware, prepared (Look a here)
I'ma tell ya how (G's do)
With the chrome, with the R go (These too)

[Kurupt]
Soopafly and Kurupt and we're (Back again)
If ya trip then crip, gang bang blood (Drip)
Come equipped or don't come at all to the strip
Or ya might get hit with shit to make ya flip
If that ain't the case, I'ma tell ya to ya face
Let the sun shine on my car, fuck all y'all

[Hook]

[Daz]
That I exposed, my hundred seventy-five flows
The inkling of a sect, suspect me
This assemblies and less than two verses
I'm able to disengage mics
And chew MCs up like Mike & Ikes
When I recite they like two flips
I sink MCs like ships
With my nocturnal vibes, mandatory eclipse
There's no comparison, I embarrassment
Cause microphone harassment
Here's where the fear and terror spin
I'm hit brick, decipher these look-a-like MCs
Claimin' they rock mics like nights for days
So I'm able to have more to perform
I explode on the mic like C-4
I eliminate ya fool microphones
These limited the amount of opponents
Step on the microphone I show em'
Over and over, these weird situations
Enter in the gladiation, now they facin'

[Chorus]
Last night I had a dream and it just made me realize
That folks don't give a damn about me (They don't care)
So many haters on the scene, can't stand to see me on the rise
But I'm gon' still remain the same, you best believe
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that's gangsta)
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now you know that's gangsta)
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that's gangsta)
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Get cho' ass on the floor)

[SKG]
If I wanna fuck a homie I would, ya best believe that
Wanna call me reg, show ya girl where the cheese at
Niggas roll and shit, hatin' on a young bitch
Cause flow I cop or the spots I rock
I'm still classy, playa like me I keeps it jazzy
Still keep it gangsta whether not I'm gettin' sassy
Got a beeper, fly out and release my profile
Or my click bust eighty for all you busters actin' shady
Fake ass ballers wanna-be shot callers
Think y'all holdin' clout, niggas runnin' they mouth
It's still Death Row mackin' when gangs start crackin'
Askin' all you cats in this game yo what's happenin'
Hoes talk about they cockin' back, bustin' guns
Knowin' damn well heat is on deck, you cowards run
Hated by many, yo we loved by few
You ain't gotta like us homie but respect what we do
I'll buck y'all niggas then bust y'all niggas
Set chu' niggas up then wet chu' niggas up
Seen a jazzy hoe steppin' out with the gators
Hold up haters I'm executin' all the fakers
Lettin' all you cats know I just wanna fuck you
Back to ya wifey, it's her job to love you
I'm lookin' for my baby daddy, what's he got
He old enough to cum, he old enough to get fucked
Yeah, SKG Death Row mackin' the new bitch in town
That's how I get down

[Chorus]

[Kurupt]
If I had a million dollars then I'd be rich
If ya ho was on deck then I fuck yo bitch
It's Gotti in the cut with the Don Corleone
And Dillinger with the hollow tip chromes
Catch ya and travel, leave ya flabbergasted
Stalkin' y'all walkin' caskets
Hit the spot where the smokers hold
Low and behold, the tightest composition composed
Can ya catch it, I threw my thoughts like a quarterback
So when they ain't around, I angle murder and slaughter act
React, actions speak louder than words
But ain't nothin' more important than vision
I've seen optical collisions corrupted
I'm spontaneous when I combusted melon
Can't escape a lyrical felon
Excellin' in the out, like it's in from smokin' the bong
Koran Don, set to explore like napalm
Cataclysmic, with a habit to form collisions
Various visions, intellect sharp enough to injure
Like incisions with the deadliest intentions
To grab the heat and bust niggas into different dimensions
I had thoughts, had thoughs of electricity
Murdered by millions of volts
I got a forty cal cold
I'm all about business
Life ain't what it seems in two seconds
I peeped the red beam, I tried to dodge
Grabbed the chrome plate, I dumped once
But I was two seconds late cause the size I was
Was the first mistake
My moms came and shook me I didn't awake
Cause in my position that's the chance ya take
In the dream, in the world with no way to escape

[Chorus]

Man, I gotta stop smoking this shit
Cause that shit gon straight

[Snoop]
I cant stop, and I wont stop, ha ha ha ha
Damn, yeah, staright blueberries

[Kurupt]
This microphones is mines, I seen you scopin
I'm hopin that you step so I can bust your chest open
This is how I am, this is my mentally
Don't try to battle me, I cause fatalities
And this is how it is when the microphone put to torture
MC's done tried to step but I caught ya
I'm like a sorcerer, magical with rhymes
I'm one of a kind, my lines too inclined for your mind
And that's the way it is, you cant see me so don't even try
I wonder why MC's done tried to step in and they died
Now I be that MC, you cant see that
Lyricist that breaks MC's backs
Matter of a fact that aint the way you should do it
This is how it is in showbiz
I know this MC cant even get close
Cause I rock shit from the west to the east coast

[Snoop]
Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
Kurupt tell me, why they wanna fuck
Now I'm rollin in the fast lane tryin to find the right lane
I'm spittin game like big pimpin is my name
I need a flame, so I can get this shit lit
Its snoop dogg, I'm bout to drop me a hit
I got my nigga named kingpin to the right
And we plan on smoking all night
and when we through my nigga named priest gon increase the peace
Blaze up another sack, get your kakies creased
Cause its on and poppin, aint no stopping
Snoop is on the mic I'm lyrically hoppin
Poppin just like a motherfuckin strap
Don't talk shit cause your best to watch your back
Because umm, why you sleepin we creepin
And um, we got a fat sack of blueberries, its scary
My brother jerry told me one day
He said snoop when you reach the top will you please blaze a J
For me and my homie J d-o-g, who's in the penitentiary but see
Its still cool to me cause Ima swing it on bring it on
Got another fat sack so blaze up the ozone
It on like that we aint no joke
So motherfuckin back off or jack off for my smoke, smoke, smoke

[Chorus] 2x
Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
Somebody tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs
But motherfuck that I'm a motherfuckin thug nigga

[Tha Relativez]
Spots stay open, under water hydro
orange fire and chronic out the side door
Dogg soprano, sugar buddha the pimp
Been had hoe's, been havin chips
Spit out gangsta shit like haa chooo
In a ride, ahh with teezy with red haa shoes
Tha relatives, how gangsta is that
Half my life blowin do do wit a strap in my lap
Just goin out the ills and its hurtin niggaz
Kickin niggaz door down and searchin niggaz
In the fence for a week and its perkin niggaz
You niggaz aint some gangstaz you some working niggaz
Aint no mo silent niggaz
My prediction, 2004 theres gon be hoes and snitchin niggaz
Or peepin niggaz out the barrel of a 40
Hood on hood crime, homies killing homies

?? to harlem, chips flippin we ballin
aint nuttin better than being young gangsta and ballin
blowed outta mind, probably be the high some more
master money marna for the law
I'm from the salty 619, home of the corca
Mystica holders with pistolas and purple morta
Americas finest find me north of tha border
Please, no seeds, break bread cost an awful lot
Chay flag on a borca, slide in croca's
Splitters or the swishers, twisters, hundred sport cars
This for big tony, homey in the yinta
Inglewood to tango, relativez the bleeka

[Chorus] 3x
Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
Somebody tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs
But motherfuck that I'm a motherfuckin thug nigga

[Man talking]
He repeats an alleged conversation
Between Snoop and an unnamed L.A. sheriff's lieutenant
Officer: I think I know who killed Tupac
Snoop: I do too, the guy who was seated next to him
Officer: You mean, Suge Knight?
Snoop: Yes

[Daz Dillinger]
Awww shit!
How the fuck can you niggas be on TV live
On channel 13 but call yourself a gangster?
Nigga, ya better stop doin all that dry snitchin
When you know it ain't real, 'fore somebody come getchu
This Big C style, Dogg Pound gangster for life

[Xzibit]
I move bricks and llel, I freeze 'em with ice
I keep my business seperate from my personal life
My and me niggas hustle enough, move enough weight
To buy real estate, vehicles, paperwork straight
Little niggas try to calculate the money I make
I ain't havin it, I keep the gauge cocked in kitchen cabinet
Grabbin it, for any altercation
Catch a permanent vacation, fuckin with the Son of Satan
And I ain't waitin for the one time they catch me
Arrest me, and rape me, humiliate, distress me
Telephone rang, when I answered then they hung up
Three niggas kicked the front door with they guns up
Cover my son up, and let the lead off
Pumped the pump, Xzibit took them niggas heads off
Be-atch

Chorus: Kurupt (Daz)
Livin the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta life)
Livin the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta life)
We live the gangsta life (Live the gangsta life)
Livin the gangsta life (Hah, hah, hah, hah)
Live the gangsta life (We live the gangsta life)
Livin the gangsta life (Live the gangsta life)
We live the gangsta life (We live the gangsta life)

[Daz]
I wake up five in the mornin, smoke a sack in the head
Sneak out the back, ground was trackin, thuggin, dodgin the feds
Slangin, hangin on the corner, regulatin the hood
Bangin and robbin, transportin the goods
Hop in the Buggy and throw my cell in my pocket
Grab my strap, cockin to see my homie, hop in the fo' (Sup cous')
Watch the young hoes jockin that gangsta life
Niggas is heated, down to jump on site, nah
I just swerve the boulevard and maintain the status of a G
Cuz ain't nothin but the hog in me
Niggas around my way don't get along with me (Why?)
Cuz they jealous that I packin more than thirty G's, nigga
Cocaine and weed was the only factor in my life, I'm comin up
I'm runnin on anybody who postin rent up
Everbody in my family path was dead
Heaven to Hell, that's where my homies'll dwell
Straight gangstas

Chorus: Kurupt (Daz)
Live the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta life)
Livin the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta life)
We live the gangtsa life (Livin the gangsta life)
Livin the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta life)
Live the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta life)
Livin the gangsta life (Livin the gangsta's life)
We live the gangsta life (And live the gangsta's life)
Livin the gangsta life (Hah, hah, hah, hah)

[Kurupt]
Yea, and if ya bang say, what, gangsta life
Give it up to all the homies say, gangsta life
Check it out
Gangstas let it all go, no games
No snitchin allowed, spittin no names
I'm G (I'm G) and you ain't (you ain't)
I can (I can) and you can't (you can't)
Ever since you dropped names, you outta sight
Snitchin on ya homeboys - that ain't right
I always grew up since eighteen and up
With somethin to throw up, the hood we threw up
(Look at this Dogg Pound Gangsta)
Flashbacks, of times we got bust at
Turn around bust back then scat
Movin on up to the top of the map
Cuz gangstas'll be here 'til the Curl come back
This is our world - land of the gangsta macks
Patrolled by the blue and red rags
Out here we ain't into ice
Just bangin, dicin, the gangsta life (homie)

[Chorus - Kurupt] 2x
Livin gangsta life
Livin the gangsta life
We live the gangsta life
Livin the gangsta life