Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song G'D Up (Clean/Radio) , by - Tha Eastsidaz. Release date: 06.12.1999
Song language: English
G'D Up (Clean/Radio) |
| 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) |