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lirik lagu who got some gangsta shit – snoop dogg

(lil’ style)

nine in the mornin, feds at my door (my door)
lou cortez creakin cross the hardwood floor (right)
dippin thru 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 neck, my pistol’s closed in hand
i’m a dogg pound gangsta from the lbc
remotely controlled by the bomb-ity
but just livin in big city is a serious task
didn’t know what the feds wanted, didn’t have time to ask

(snoop doggy dogg)

we’re comin with that g sh-t, that c sh-t that makin n-gg-s 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 curb
gimme the dice so i can break you n-gg-s
i threw a c (c-i-x) so my point was the big’un
seven-four-four-tre back to back
i sent two fools back to their lizzack


see now i’m off to the graveyard shift
and i gots ta pay my dues to make my grip
but i chill cos my ho might call
ain’t no thang cos i sleeps all day and slangs at night fall
and then i takes a quick walk up the block
with my glock c-cked, ready to make a stop where i set up shop
on fifty-nina, 8th ave where all the homies be hangin
that’s where a n-gg-‘ll be slangin
i’m makin a cool grip of sh-t, 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, f-ck a benz, and so many new friends
but i could only trust a few
and unawarely i trusted you
but if only g knew


it’s snoop, homies from the motherf-ckin get-go
devoted and quoted, back in ’84
i was thirteen, g was a year older
but i still wadn’t afraid to throw him from his shoulders
gettin put on the hood was the antic-p-tion
and yeah, king park was the destination
every n-gg- that i knew was at the park that night
even the smokers that be levellin gettin sparked tonight

(lil’ style)

back on the streets, straight blue and grey
cos i represent like every day
n-gg- 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 b-tches flockin his jock
d-mn them was the days of the past
but since the pizzound formed we been whippin people’s -ss
and everybody’ll blast
and if you don’t believe me n-gg- you can ask the homey daz
and that’s your -ss
f-cked around and let young swoop take your cash (ha ha)
he didn’t even run, he walked away (busta)
cos i’d live to see that day
i wished i was there i would’ve clowned
but that’s why we ax’d your b-tch -ss from the pound
cos he wouldn’t even squab back
man we can’t f-ck with no n-gg-s 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 n-gg- are b-tches too
and some of these n-gg-s look just like you
so if you’ve ever been told on
go out and get your roll on you punk -ss n-gg-, you’ll get stole on

(dat n-gg- daz)

it’s 5:30 in the mornin, now i’m yizzawnin
now as i proceed to get g’d to a tee
and before i bail to school you know i blaze up a sack
another day, another dollar for the gangsta mack
b-tch act like you know, show me some s-x and affection
and lick me down slow, flossin, tossin a b-tch (b-tch)
yeah dogg, one more thing i forgot to mention
shoot five n-gg-s, shoot ten
shoot the piece, slip to your fiends
seven, godd-mn it, whin again
a ’64 for the honeys, straight ho for the g
young daz, little n-gg- you can’t f-ck with me


now i knew that them n-gg-s couldn’t get at you
so what made them n-gg-s try to spit at you
disrespect a gang that snitch on you
y’all punk -ss n-gg-s, man y’all some b-tches too

(young swoop)

who got some gangsta gangsta sh-t? (ha ha)
swoop g, i heard somebody’s speakin up on me
cos when i drop mines there was no more nickels and dimes
just bouldas, ounces, half ounces and quarter
pieces 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 sh-t’ll put a hole in your chest
i only want another twenty dollar, sure got me f-cked up
my hood is gettin hot and n-gg-s is tryin ta plot and
come up off a young n-gg- callin 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 cos you don’t really know
about the you-know, i’m cerritos, silly ho
swoop g by the f-ckin l-b-c
none of these n-gg- wanna f-ck with these (aah)
swoop g, swoop g, g

- kumpulan lirik lagu snoop dogg