Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangbangin' 101, artist - Snoop Dogg. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gangbangin' 101 |
| 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 |
| 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 cruize |
| 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 |
| CA-RIP! |
| CA-RIP! |
| CA-RIP! |
| CA-RIP! |
| SO WHOOOT! |
| SO WHOOOT! |
| SO WHOOOT! |
| SO WHOOOT! |
| CA-RIP! |
| CA-RIP! |
| CA-RIP! |
| CA-RIP! |
| SO WHOOOT! |
| SO WHOOOT! |
| SO WHOOOT! |
| SO WHOOOT! |
| CA-RIP! |
| 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 |
| SUWOOP! |
| SUWOOP! |
| SUWOOP! |
| (BLUH'D) |
| SUWWOOP! |
| (BLUH'D) |
| CA-RIP! |
| CA-RIP! |
| CA-RIP! |
| CA-RIP! |
| SUWOOP! |
| SUWOOP! |
| SUWOOP! |
| (BLUH'D) |
| SUWOOP! |
| (BLUH'D) |
| CA-RIP! |
| CA-RIP! |
| CA-RIP! |
| CA-RIP! |
| 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 blood. |
| Yeah cuz 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 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 da Thunderdome |
| CA-RIP! |
| CA-RIP! |
| CA-RIP! |
| CA-RIP! |
| SO WHOOOT! |
| SO WHOOOT! |
| SO WHOOOT! |
| SO WHOOOT! |
| CA-RIP! |
| CA-RIP! |
| CA-RIP! |
| CA-RIP! |
| SO WHOOOT! |
| SO WHOOOT! |
| SO WHOOOT! |
| SO WHOOOT! |
| By Om-7 |