G’d Up (Letra)

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( Tray-Dee )
I bang with the gang that don’t need no intro
We run from East Long Beach to West South Central
Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,
dip 4’s and pimp ho’s while the indo blow
You know that west coast low mentality
Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy
We keep it straight hard but guard the spot
Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot
Don’t matta there still be fine ho’s to gatha
Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha
It’s routine the coupe clean let’s hit the sho
You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po
Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap
Cuz it’s hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat
Don’t act for a minute like your ass surprised
Just reconize the real way that gangsta’s ride

( hook, Snoop )
If it ain’t chronic don’t blaze it up
And if it ain’t a chevy don’t raise it up
You know we keep it bangin don’t fake the funk
So all the real niggaz stay gangsta’d up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don’t fake the funk
Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta’d up

( Goldie Loc )
It’s goin down motherfuckaz like dat
Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp
And the nockin don’t stop
I hope nobody don’t call the cops
It don’t stop the beat’ll make your pop block
Na betta yet cuz dis shit’ll keep your glock cocked
You think I’m trippin fool I ain’t bullshittin
You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction
Watch out for the friction
Dis West Coast on mine
And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen
Dogg House style cuz I’m a gangsta crip
C-walkin holdin on the extra clip
Now you wanna be a frend
But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload
You wanna go toe to toe
Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no

( Butch Cassidy )
I must stay gangsta’d up cuz it just lives in me
And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I’ll free sumbody
Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me
I wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby

( Snoop Dogg )
I’m a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic
Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip
On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you know
We still own niggaz who talk bitch shit
Real niggaz feel dis let’s get rich
Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLC’s and all the DPG’s
Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now
You lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now
It take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub
You gotta put it down and always stay g’d up
All star shoes with the G apparel
If I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams
You neva catch me lookin R&B
I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG
Blazin a ounce with the homie cat
Or Ruff Dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the map
I keep it gangsta for sho do lo
And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke
For all my loc’s an ken folks dis is for y’all
Let me hit sumthin dogg
Beware of my clique
We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit

( hook )

( Snoop talkin )
Dogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies
Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc
My nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life
West Side
You can’t spell the West without the E-S
Ah yes we connectin y’all
Thats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em )
And we out ( see ya, see your )

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G’D Up (Letra)

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[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Aint it amazing how crazy the hood dun made me feel like my emotions are froze i stay “G’d Up”,its
tha things tha i dun seen and the shit ive been through that made my heart turn cold i stay
“G’d Up”,Im a gangsta ya find out fo sho if u eva step on my toes I stay “G’d Up”, when im
hanigin’ out tha window wit that AK fillin ya punk ass wit holes

[50 Cent]

Cocaine,heroin,extacy,marijuana,im new on that greyhound fuckin wit NY to Carolina,
paper chase different name,same face dont catch a case,my road dogs on parole his baby gurls 4 years old,
we play tha block pistol cocked,u could shoot or get shot kill u for ur crack spot take
everything your ass got,semi-automatics spray,bust back or run away,niggaz talkin in tha
hood we’ll handle his another day,in November u make my shit,u should b dead, if u can catch a
Christmas,ill send u a gift,niggaz will come and leave yo ass twisted,them hollowtips shells
burn baby burn,see niggaz get merked up,N babies born make tha world turn,i seen it all crystal clear so i keep my pistol near,hearts never full of fear homie i stay well aware of whats goin
around me muthafuckas want me dead i go wit a smile on my face, finish my time kid

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]

lil nigga I dun paved the way,yall should thank e’m,but if u thank otherwise bring ya boy over
here so i could spank e’m,ill put a end to your career bitch (bitch),before u speak on 50,buy
fourty in a spare clip,these niggaz gassed up gettin to used to rap like i wont give
them more blood clots than supercat,niggaz will snatch ya im like a bat catcher ill give em
signs and they’ll throw sumthin at ya,round here niggaz die off hydro and even when it aint
4th of July it sound like pyro, I’m smart enuff to creep n lay ur dumb brains down the pound will
spin u down like tha young James Brown (yeah) i know im hot but hey (hey) im icy two rocks will
hit u from a block away like a beat from Dr.Dre we takin’ over this year k’s and the soldiers is
here everyone knows that your scared (yeah)!

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
my popa never bothered to show me what it was to be a man he just pop another bottle n smoke
up a half a gram,i would hop in my Impala and ride all through tha night that gave my homeboy
life so when u do em it do it right,my fingernails still filled with cocaine residue,i still got
tha heart to go and bust me a head or 2 (fo sho)no other soulution u think we hollerin n hooptin’
until u wake up then u gotta here about these shootings,i take a pull from a loose one and put tha
clip in my pocket before i take another bullet im gonna pull it and pop it (bllaaatt)and if
its beef my nigga then let your guns do tha talkin’ the graveyard has got plenty room for a
coffin (haha)they say we responsible for boostin tha crime rate they say we tha reason these
young niggaz is buying weight but im gonna keep this glock on my waist till my dyin’days its
“Nuttin But A G Thang” G-Unit And Dr.Dre

[Chorus]

G’d Up (Letra)

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( tray-dee )
I bang with the gang that don’t need no intro
We run from east long beach to west south central
Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,
Dip 4’s and pimp ho’s while the indo blow
You know that west coast low mentality
Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy
We keep it straight hard but guard the spot
Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot
Don’t matta there still be fine ho’s to gatha
Pick about the thickest bitch and i gots to hav ha
It’s routine the coupe clean let’s hit the sho
You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po
Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap
Cuz it’s hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat
Don’t act for a minute like your ass surprised
Just reconize the real way that gangsta’s ride

( hook, snoop )
If it ain’t chronic don’t blaze it up
And if it ain’t a chevy don’t raise it up
You know we keep it bangin don’t fake the funk
So all the real niggaz stay gangsta’d up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don’t fake the funk
Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta’d up

( goldie loc )
It’s goin down motherfuckaz like dat
Sounds like battlecat been upstairs wit zapp
And the nockin don’t stop
I hope nobody don’t call the cops
It don’t stop the beat’ll make your pop block
Na betta yet cuz dis shit’ll keep your glock cocked
You think i’m trippin fool i ain’t bullshittin
You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction
Watch out for the friction
Dis west coast on mine
And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen
Dogg house style cuz i’m a gangsta crip
C-walkin holdin on the extra clip
Now you wanna be a frend
But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload
You wanna go toe to toe
Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no

( butch cassidy )
I must stay gangsta’d up cuz it just lives in me
And when i seen enuff i guess dats when i’ll free sumbody
Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me
I wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby

( snoop dogg )
I’m a long beach east side mad ass lunatic
Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip
On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you know
We still own niggaz who talk bitch shit
Real niggaz feel dis let’s get rich
Under the sun with the young 2 ones tlc’s and all the dpg’s
Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now
You lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now
It take a hole lot to be snoop d-o-dub
You gotta put it down and always stay g’d up
All star shoes with the g apparel
If i fall in the club i mite bust a pair of stacy adams
You neva catch me lookin r&b
I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way og
Blazin a ounce with the homie cat
Or ruff dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the map
I keep it gangsta for sho do lo
And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke
For all my loc’s an ken folks dis is for y’all
Let me hit sumthin dogg
Beware of my clique
We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit

( hook )

( snoop talkin )
Dogg house sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies
Tray-dee, goldie loc
My nigga battlecat on the beat huslas for life
West side
You can’t spell the west without the e-s
Ah yes we connectin y’all
Thats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em )
And we out ( see ya, see your )