Gangbangin' 101 - Album Version (Edited)

West Coast, it's time to stand up **

We goin' unite 'round this ** one time

I'm callin' every real Crip **

And every real B-Dogg, to the table right now

Yeah, we goin' push a real line right now

See if y'all with this real gangsta guerrilla **

Have you ever seen 100,000 Rip riders from the side

Blue Chuck's, blue rags, gray clouds, blue skies

On the move, can't lose, Hill Street blues

**z gotta pay they dues on the crews or with the uzi spray

These suckers then I cruise, my granny saw it on the news

She shook up, look up and then she put me on the move

I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far

Cause the homies had the loop-loop that night at King Park

And I got into a squab, got caught and went to jail

Straight to the County with no motherfuckin' bail

4800 with this Crippin', oh well

My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail

He said trip Dogg, ya better get right, Crip right

Eyes open 'cause **s get stuck on seez-ight

It ain't no motherfuckin' problem, pop-pop, tick-tock

Never flip-flop, 20 Crippin' til 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 motherfuckin' S-5

With the red bandanna double knotted 'round the rear view

**z see clear through, they know that it's Game

Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em know that I bang

So bang, like Snoop in "Deep Cover"

I got the seat reclined, fo-five under the white-T, smothered

Dippin' down Green Leaf, I ain't got no enemies

Been shot five times, now I bleed Hennessy

And bang for my **s locked up, they can't stop us

It ain't a gangsta party 'til we go and dig Pac up

I'm Dr

Martin Luther King with two guns on

Hughey P

Lewis with Air Force One's on

I gang bang but I'm the opposite of Tookie Williams

Red Lambo', red bandana print ceilin'

Me and Snoop got the West Coast locked

Red and blue rag tied in a knot

With all my motherfuckin' homies yellin' out

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, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip

I ran outta gas in Long Beach, I'm stuck

Ain't no Bloods and all I see is blue Chuck's

Hopped out the '6-trey, nowhere to go

Til' Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steeler '6-4

We "Just Dippin", one Bloodin' one Crippin'

I'm on that Bulls **, throwback Scott' Pippen

Moral is, my bandana hangin' from the left side

So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood, just throw up Westside

(What up Blood?

) Yeah cause, we just tippin'

Me and Game doin' things, switchin' lanes, Hurricanes on my feet

Stop, and C-Walk to the beat

Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street

Eastside LBC, 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, ** welcome to the 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

So whooot, so whooot, so whooot, so whooot

Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip