[Intro:] WEST COAST!!! It's time to stand up nigga We gon unite around this mothafucca one time I'm callin every real Crip nigga And every real B-Dog, to the table right now yeah, we gon push a real line right now See if ya'll wit this real gangsta guerilla shit
[Snoop Dogg:] Have you ever seen a hunned thousand rip rydaz from tha side Blue chucc, blue rags, grey cloud, blue skies on the move, can't lose, hell street blues niggaz gotta pay they dues on the cruiser wit the uzi spray deez suckaz then I (inaudible) my granny saw what on the news (what?) she shook up, look up, and then she put me on the move I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far cuz the homies had to loot-loot that night at King Park and I got into a squab got caught, and went to jail straight to the county with no muthaphukken bail 48 hunned wit this crippin, Oh Well my bigg homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coat tail he say "Trip dogg, you better get right, crip right, eye'z open cuz niggaz get stucc on seezight" It aint no mothaphukken problem POP POP! TIC TOC! never flip flop, 20 crip until I drop
[The Game:] Is I? in the mothafuckin S5? wit the red bandana double knotted around the rearview niggaz see clear through they know that it's Game cherry red Lowenharts let em know that I bang so bang! like Snoop in Deep Cover I got the seat reclined .45 under the white-T smothered dippin down green leaf, I aint got no enemies been shot 5 times, now I bleed hennessy and bang for my niggaz locked up they can't stop us it aint a gangsta party til we go and dig Pac up I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on Huey P. Newton with Air Force 1's on I gang bang but I'm the opposite of Tookie Williams Red Lambo, Red Bandana print ceiling Me and Snoop got the WestCoast locked Red & Blue rag tied in a knot but all my mothafuckin homies yellin out
[The Game:] I ran out of gas in Long Beach I'm stuck aint no Bloods and all I see is Blue Chucks Hopped out tha six tray no where to go til Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steelers '64 We just dippin One Blood and One Crippin' I'm on that bullshit, throwback Scott Pippen Moral is my bandana hangin from tha "Left Side" so if you aint a crip or a blood just throw up "WestSide" What up Bluh?
[Snoop Dogg:] Yeah Cuh we just tippin Me and Game doin thangs switchin lanes Hurricanes on my feet Stop, and C-walk to tha beat Game take the wheel and turn on 21st street (EASTSIIIDE!) E/S L.B.C. gun in my hand it's the turf by the circle 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 da Thunderdome
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[Snoop Dogg:] Have you ever seen a hunned thousand rip rydaz from tha side Blue chucc, blue rags, grey cloud, blue skies on the move, can't lose, hell street blues niggaz gotta pay they dues on the cruiser wit the uzi spray deez suckaz then I (inaudible) my granny saw what on the news (what?) she shook up, look up, and then she put me on the move I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far cuz the homies had to loot-loot that night at King Park and I got into a squab got caught, and went to jail straight to the county with no muthaphukken bail 48 hunned wit this crippin, Oh Well my bigg homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coat tail he say "Trip dogg, you better get right, crip right, eye'z open cuz niggaz get stucc on seezight" It aint no mothaphukken problem POP POP! TIC TOC! never flip flop, 20 crip until I drop
[The Game:] Is I? in the mothafuckin S5? wit the red bandana double knotted around the rearview niggaz see clear through they know that it's Game cherry red Lowenharts let em know that I bang so bang! like Snoop in Deep Cover I got the seat reclined .45 under the white-T smothered dippin down green leaf, I aint got no enemies been shot 5 times, now I bleed hennessy and bang for my niggaz locked up they can't stop us it aint a gangsta party til we go and dig Pac up I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on Huey P. Newton with Air Force 1's on I gang bang but I'm the opposite of Tookie Williams Red Lambo, Red Bandana print ceiling Me and Snoop got the WestCoast locked Red & Blue rag tied in a knot but all my mothafuckin homies yellin out
[The Game:] I ran out of gas in Long Beach I'm stuck aint no Bloods and all I see is Blue Chucks Hopped out tha six tray no where to go til Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steelers '64 We just dippin One Blood and One Crippin' I'm on that bullshit, throwback Scott Pippen Moral is my bandana hangin from tha "Left Side" so if you aint a crip or a blood just throw up "WestSide" What up Bluh?
[Snoop Dogg:] Yeah Cuh we just tippin Me and Game doin thangs switchin lanes Hurricanes on my feet Stop, and C-walk to tha beat Game take the wheel and turn on 21st street (EASTSIIIDE!) E/S L.B.C. gun in my hand it's the turf by the circle 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 da Thunderdome
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