Neva Left

[Intro]

Dogg, what up, mane?

Word on the streets is you ain't what you used to be

[Verse 1]

I gang bang to the fullest

A lot of niggas talk about it but they really don't do it, do they?

So I'm doin' it for y'all

Mark or a buster, I'ma ruin it for y'all

Stomp that, strap up, mash up

And get it crackin' with the slapper, jacker

Smacker, rapper? Nah nigga, that ain't me

Gangsta? Yeah nigga, can't you see?

Rider, like the tonners on my Chevrolet

West Coast, motherfucker, that's the only way

Yeah homie, what you say?

Home of the Wook, Wok and Gunplay

A lot of homies shoot to J

But most of 'em prefer to shoot the K

Yeah, that's the good life

And where we come from, loc, that's the hood life

Where you mama and daddy

Throw the set up out the moon while they swangin' the caddy

That's on the set, tats on they neck

Streets sweet with the heat, yep, they stay on deck

I'm dazed and blazed, no confusin', I'm choosin'

This how I was raised

I bring that out and bag it up, no doubt

Swang it out and let it up and bang that out

This Crips, nigga

[Interlude]

That's crazy, cuz

You know my whole life, I wanted to be a gangsta, mane

I used to see my OG home boys at King Park

Ridin' on bikes but they came with they flags on the end

C-walkin', Stacey Adams, 501's

That shit was fascinating

[Verse 2]

The Miles Davis of gangbangin' and crack slangin'

Drivin' a fresh rock, rental with blocks in 'em

I'm fresh out the county, I'm boxin' 'em

Moved on up and bought a continental, nigga, with knock in it

Now I'm rockin' it, '61 blockin' it

If y'all ridin' by, my nigga, we cockin' it

We poppin' on imposters, fake ass mobsters

East side niggas, no stoppin' us

My recipe is treachery

The best in me, nigga, the West to be

A better place for the one of Ace

Put a 9 millimeter in your fuckin' face

And let you say your grace before you have a taste

Of reality, set in, yeah, it's your fate

Now your homies at your funeral, plottin' on some get back

But you can't get back 'cause nigga, you dated

Another sad gangsta story

And usually ones with the territory

No nuts, no glory, no pain, no gain

Life for a nigga growin' up in the game

This slangin' thang, drinkin', sell a lil' cocaine

Get locked up for a minute now we in it to win it

Now everybody know me

They watchin' the makings of a real OG

[Interlude]

Yeah, they say if you watch somethin' long enough, you'll become it

You know, they say imitation is the best form of flattery

That's what I was told

A lot of niggas is imitatin' this real gangsta shit

You ain't cut from it

You dig?

[Verse 3]

Yeah, scarin' all the white folk

While stayin' on the right note

And you can quote me if you want to

Don't say what you will do, nigga, what you gon' do?

I'm live in the flesh

Caught him on Imperial left five in his chest

Survive in the west

It's everyday cycle, you never know what might go blam

And how you like me now?

Crip 'til you slip, Mr. Big Bow Wow

Yeah, it's my chance to prance

I got ants in my pants and I needs to dance

I go for broke, no joke

I gotta put my drink down, I'm tryna C walk, loc

See i'ma take off, break off

And make off with the cash

At the pad with, a thick lil bitch, she super bad

[Outro]

Gangsta, gangsta

Futuristic

Snoop Dogg

48 hunnid

C's up, yeah

Shoot or shout out to my home boys

Harlem 30

Yeah, real shit

All my niggas on the East coast

6-0's, Eight Tray, Hoovers

Main Street, all my niggas in Compton

And the South side, ya dig?

Nutty Blocc

Santana

Oh, can't forget them Long Beach niggas

East side the same

Rollin 20 Crips

19th Street

West side, you know what's hatnin'

Saten Day, West Coast

North side on the block

All hood, yeah

Crip shit