Gangbangin' 101

(albüm: Tha Blue Carpet Treatment - 2006)

[Snoop Dogg:]
West Coast, it's time to stand up nigga
We gon' unite 'round this motherfucker one time
I'm calling 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 motherfucking bail
4800 with this Cripping, 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 motherfucking problem pop-pop, tick-tock
Never flip-flop, 20 cripping '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

[The Game:]
Is I, in the motherfucking S-5
With the red bandana double knotted 'round the rear view
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
Dipping 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 ceiling
Me and Snoop got the West Coast locked
Red and blue rag tied in a knot
With all my motherfucking homies yelling 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 dipping, one Blooding one Cripping
I'm on that Bulls shit, throwback Scott' Pippen
Moral is, my bandana hanging from the left side
So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood, just throw up Westside

[Snoop Dogg:]
(What up Blood?) Yeah cuz, we just tipping
Me and Game doing thangs, switching 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