Snoop Dogg – Neva Left (Neva Left Album)

Drinkin’, sell a lil’ cocaine
I go for broke, no joke
Yeah, that’s the good life
Yeah, scarin’ all the white folk
Snoop Dogg
Yeah, it’s my chance to [?]
Get locked up for a minute now we in it to win it
I gotta put my drink down, I’m tryna C walk, loc
This a everyday cycle, you never know what might go blam
And get it crackin’ with the slapper, jacker

19th Street
West side, you know what’s hatnin’
Yeah nigga, can’t you see? Gangsta?
Now I’m rockin’ it, ’61 blockin’ it
Swing it out and let it up and bang that out
[Verse 2]
Boy, a thick lil’ bitch, he super bad
See come and take off, it’s break off
The best in me, nigga, the West to be
You know, they say imitation is the best form of flattery
Rider, like the tonners on my Chevrolet
[Verse 3]
Saten Day, West Coast
I’m live in the flesh
Drivin’ a fresh rock, run ’em with blocks in ’em
Told to set up out the room while they swingin’ the caddy
[Verse 1]
Yeah homie, what you say?
I used to see my OG home boys at King Park
Nutty Blocc
While stayin’ on the right note
You ain’t cut from it
Smacker, rapper? Nah nigga, that ain’t me
[?] money imperial, left 5 in his chest
So I’m doin’ it for y’all
That shit was fast and late
Plottin’ on some get back
Life for a nigga growin’ up in the game

Gangsta, gangsta
And let you say your grace before you have a taste
You know my whole life, I wanted to be a gangsta, mane
C’s up, yeah
But most of ’em prefer to shoot the K

Survive in the west
Marco, I bust, I’ma ruin it for y’all
Stomp that, strap up, mash up
The mouth gave us a bang bangin’ and crack slangin’
Of reality, set in, yeah, this your fate
I bring that out and bag it up, no doubt
But you can’t get back ’cause nigga, you dated
Crip shit
All hood, yeah
We poppin’ on imposters, fake ass mobsters
48 hunnid
No nuts, no glory
6-0’s, 8-Tray, Hoovers
Dogg, what up, mane?
West Coast, motherfucker, that’s the only way
This slangin’ thang
Now everybody know me
And the South side, ya dig?

No pain, no game
Oh, can’t forget them Long Beach niggas
Now your homies at your funeral
I’m dazed and blazed, no confusin’, I’m choosin’
Yeah, real shit

Where you mama and daddy
Harlem 30
A lot of homies shoot to J
And where we come from, loc, that’s the hood life
Another sad gangsta story
Ridin’ on bikes but they came with they flags on the end
East side the same
That’s on the set, tats on they neck
North side on the block
If y’all ridin’ by, my nigga, we cockin’ it
All my niggas on the East coast
I got ants in my pants and I needs to get ’em
Shoot or shout out to my home boys
That’s crazy, cuz
And how you like me now?
Yeah, they say if you watch somethin’ long enough, you’ll be comin’
Moved on up and bought a continental, nigga, I’m knockin’ it
Main Street, all my niggas in Compton
Don’t say what you will do, nigga, what you gon’ do?
And make off with the cash at the pad
Fresh out the county, I’m boxin’ ’em
A better place for the one of Ace
And you can quote me if you want to
Put a 9 millimetre in your fuckin’ face
And usually ones with the territory
This Crips, nigga
Roll with 20 Crips
This time I was raised
Word on the streets is you ain’t what you used to be
A lot of niggas is imitatin’ me ’cause real gangsta shit
Big Bow Wow Crip ’til you slip, Mr.
A lot of niggas talk about it but they really don’t do it, do they?
East side niggas, ain’t no stoppin’ us
Home of the Wook, Wok and Gunplay
You dig?
My recipe is treachery
That’s what I was told
I gang bang to the fullest
Streets sweet with the heat, yep, they stay on deck
See Stacey Adams, fine woman
They watchin’ the makings of a real OG