Snoop Dogg, The Game - Gangbangin' 101 lyrics

[Snoop Dogg, The Game - Gangbangin' 101 lyrics]

West Coast, it's time to stand up nigga
We gon' unite 'round this
Motherfucker one time
I'm callin' every real Crip nigga
And every real B-Dogg, to the table right now
Yeah, we gon' push a real line right now
See if y'all with this
Real gangsta guerrilla shit

Have you ever seen 100
000 rip riders from the side
Blue Chuck's, blue rags, grey clouds
Blue skies
On the move, can't lose, Hill Street blues
Niggas gotta pay they dues on the
Crews or with the uzi spray
These suckas then I cruise
My granny saw it on the news she shook up
Look up and then she put me on the move
I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
'Cause the homies had the loop-loop
That night at King Park
And I got into a squab
Got caught and went to jail
Straight to the County with
No motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched
Me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get right
Crip right
Eyes open cause niggas get stuck on seez-ight
It ain't no motherfuckin' problem - pop-pop
Tick-tock
Never flip-flop, 20 crippin' til I drop

Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip
Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop
Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip
Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop
Ca-rip

Is I, in the motherfuckin' S-5
With the red bandana double
Knotted 'round the rearview
Niggas see clear through
They know that it's Game
Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em
Know that I bang
So bang, like Snoop in "Deep Cover"
I got the seat reclined, fo-five
Under the white T, smothered
Dippin' down Green Leaf
I ain't got no enemies
Been shot five times, now I bleed Hennessy
And bang for my niggas locked up
They can't stop us
It ain't a gangsta party 'til we
Go and dig Pac up
I'm Dr martin Luther King with two guns on
Hughey P newton with Air Force One's on
I gangbang but I'm the
Opposite of Tookie Williams
Red Lambo', red bandana print ceilin'
Me and Snoop got the West Coast locked
Red and blue rag tied in a knot
With all my motherfuckin' homies yellin' out

Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop
Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip
Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop
Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip ca-rip

I ran outta gas in Long Beach, I'm stuck
Ain't no Bloods and all I see is blue Chuck's
Hopped out the '6-trey, nowhere to go
Til' Snoop pulled up in
That Pittsburgh Steeler '6-4
We just dippin', one Bloodin' one Crippin'
I'm on that Bulls shit
Throwback Scott' Pippen moral is
My bandana hangin' from the left side
So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood
Just throw up Westside

(What up Blood?) yeah cuz, we just tippin'
Me and Game doin' thangs, switchin' lanes
Hurricanes on my feet
Stop, and C Walk to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street
Eastside LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but
We don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out
We rip and ride out let it C known
Nigga welcome to the Thunderdome

Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip
Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop
Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip
Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop
Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop

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