Snoop Dogg - Neva Left lyrics

Dogg, what up, mane?
Word on the streets is you ain't
What you used to be

I gang bang to the fullest
A lot of niggas talk about it
But they really don't do it, do they?
So I'm doin' it for y'all
Mark or a buster, I'ma ruin it for y'all
Stomp that, strap up, mash up
And get it crackin' with the slapper, jacker
Smacker, rapper? Nah nigga, that ain't me
Gangsta? yeah nigga, can't you see?
Rider, like the tonners on my Chevrolet
West Coast, motherfucker, that's the only way
Yeah homie, what you say?
Home of the Wook, Wok and Gunplay
A lot of homies shoot to J
But most of 'em prefer to shoot the K
Yeah, that's the good life
And where we come from, loc


That's the hood life
Where you mama and daddy
Throw the set up out the moon
While they swangin' the caddy
That's on the set, tats on they neck
Streets sweet with the heat, yep
They stay on deck
I'm dazed and blazed, no confusin'
I'm choosin' this how I was raised
I bring that out and bag it up, no doubt
Swang it out and let it up and bang that out
This Crips, nigga

That's crazy, cuz you know my whole life, I
Wanted to be a gangsta, mane
I used to see my OG home boys at King Park
Ridin' on bikes but they came with
They flags on the end
C-walkin', Stacey Adams, 501's
That shit was fascinating

The Miles Davis of gangbangin'
And crack slangin' drivin' a fresh rock
Rental with blocks in 'em
I'm fresh out the county, I'm boxin' 'em
Moved on up and bought a continental, nigga
With knock in it
Now I'm rockin' it, '61 blockin' it
If y'all ridin' by, my nigga, we cockin' it
We poppin' on imposters, fake ass mobsters
East side niggas, no stoppin' us
My recipe is treachery
The best in me, nigga, the West to be
A better place for the one of Ace
Put a 9 millimeter in your fuckin' face
And let you say your grace
Before you have a taste
Of reality, set in, yeah, it's your fate
Now your homies at your funeral
Plottin' on some get back
But you can't get back 'cause nigga
You dated another sad gangsta story
And usually ones with the territory
No nuts, no glory, no pain, no gain
Life for a nigga growin' up in the game
This slangin' thang, drinkin'
Sell a lil' cocaine
Get locked up for a minute now
We in it to win it now everybody know me
They watchin' the makings of a real OG

Yeah, they say if you
Watch somethin' long enough
You'll become it you know
They say imitation is the
Best form of flattery that's what I was told
A lot of niggas is imitatin'
This real gangsta shit you ain't cut from it
You dig?

Yeah, scarin' all the white folk
While stayin' on the right note
And you can quote me if you want to
Don't say what you will do, nigga
What you gon' do? I'm live in the flesh
Caught him on Imperial left five in his chest
Survive in the west it's everyday cycle
You never know what might go blam
And how you like me now?
Crip 'til you slip, Mr big Bow Wow
Yeah, it's my chance to prance
I got ants in my pants and I needs to dance
I go for broke, no joke
I gotta put my drink down, I'm tryna C walk
Loc see i'ma take off, break off
And make off with the cash
At the pad with, a thick lil bitch
She super bad

Gangsta, gangsta futuristic
Snoop Dogg 48 hunnid
C's up, yeah
Shoot or shout out to my home boys harlem 30
Yeah, real shit
All my niggas on the East coast
6-0's, Eight Tray, Hoovers
Main Street, all my niggas in Compton
And the South side, ya dig? Nutty Blocc
Santana
Oh, can't forget them Long Beach niggas
East side the same rollin 20 Crips
19th Street
West side, you know what's hatnin'
Saten Day, West Coast
North side on the block all hood, yeah
Crip shit