Yeah! Don't stop (once again, once again) West Coast after shop (c'mon) West Coast Now all my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air For all my bitches and my niggas (we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck) Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga Who am I? Do or die (yo) So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet The loc-est 21-year-old nigga that's on this planet Take it for granted, if ya wanna, because I'm gonna Grab my strap then clear the corner, biatch So all my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air To all my niggas and my bitches Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air Now on a one, two, three who could it be Coming with a grip of gangsta shit for '93 So '94's arrived nigga, back on up And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up Now can't nobody see me here or there Wherever I bails, I put it down all around 'Cause ain't shit for sale in the Coupe With the beat flossin' off, gold D's And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap In your ass, for getting us all fucked up Now check it, it's a calling for niggas like Doggs Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin' like hoes (Yes y'all) other Doggs (yes y'all) yiggy y'all Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this Now how many bitches must get dicked? Before they say, okay, Daz that nigga from back in the day Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin' with Dr. Dre But I grips mics, I rips mics in half Hoes be coming to my flat so I can tap that ass So all my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air

The muthafuckin' saga continues Die nigga Where I'm born And died nigga You've been diein' for 400 years Niggaz know how to die Niggaz don't know nothin' else But dying Niggaz dream about dyiqng Im a muthafuckin' nigga With an attitude I'm a muthafuckin' nigga With an attitude I'm a muthafuckin' nigga With an attitude I'm a muthafuckin' nigga With an attitude I got a case of spittin' in a muthafucker's face So me and my ace We got a taste of a muthafucker's billy club He took his gun and put it to my head and said, "Nigga start runnin'" So tell me what's the next episode? Is he crazy, does he want to chase me and waste me? I thought, 'Run nigga, run' but I caught myself Because my secondary thought was death I get hit hard real, but still muthafucker said "I want another black muthafucker dead Niggaz ain't good for shit to me 'Cause it's a race for second class So get your ass up against the wall bitch" And then he tried, they jumped me but the punk became a victim of a walkby Fuckin' with Dre, you get a foot up in your asshole It's just another way to let you know I never said, I never said, I never said, ok can't fuck wit me Real muthafuckin' G Straight from the streets of the CPT Tellin' you why real niggaz don't die I just want to celebrate I just want to celebrate Real niggaz don't die 'Cause they eventually multiply The niggaz I'm with, they take an eye for an eye Because the times are so wrong Got to stay so strong Niggaz got to keep it goin' on and on And don't let no pail face They throw your ass in a snail race Have your residents occupyin' a jail space That's what they want to do 'cause the system is fucked around I try to let you know what the record it's underground They don't give a fuck about a nigga They would rather pull the trigger and have you in front of a barrel Smilin' sayin', "Cheese" So nigga get smart and rebel back I'm not wit that black shit so I'm not gonna yell that All I see is niggaz gettin' harassed We can't do nothin' about it but get a foot in they ass, yo But if every nigga grabbed a nine And started shootin' muthafuckers, it would put them in line And that's how it's supposed to be When the pussy ass niggas try to fuck wit me Yo, because it's useless to try To kill a nigga 'cause nigga a muthafuckin' a real nigga don't die I just want to celebrate I just want to celebrate Damn nigga, everywhere you go niggas dyin here Niggas been dying for 400 years I'm a muthafuckin' nigga Wth an attitude Only the good die young, so they make me young and bad Puttin' ass kickin's on the niggaz that never had So I guess that makes me tough shit Straight up gangsta, wrong nigga to fuck with So how can a nigga die when he's causin' the bloodshed By shootin' muthafuckas in the head Tryin' to make a nigga extinct because they fear me But never want to hear me So I'ma let 'em know how a nigga's livin' Checkin' for muthafuckas cause nobody ain't givin' a damn thing To a nigga, a real nigga So I'm livin' by the muthafuckin' trigger 'Cause a nigga ain't afraid of bein' locked up I'm out of luck, so why should I give a fuck But they still want to try To kill a nigga like me but muthafuckin' real niggaz don't die I just want to celebrate I just want to celebrate I just want to celebrate I just want to celebrate Die nigga

Elusive miracle in the azure height Sun at the zenith, cranes in the sky The silence will burst, the music will strike Come here for a while Come here for a while Come here for a while Give us the light of divine transformations and love Elusive miracle in azure height Sun at the zenith, cranes in the sky The dead will return and we will not die Come here for a while Come here for a while Come here for a while Give us the light of divine transformations and love Light and love Creation and love Light and love Creation and love

Inside the minds of real g's Death row is looked upon as the studio gangsters of the 90's A joke hahahaha in a game called 5 minutes of fame you wasted 4 minutes now you got seconds left kick it Come one come all and let me ride nigga Eazy-e cpt how the hell you figure To be the best on the west hu you? Fool locked down this is east side nigga South comton and I put it on the map So when a dog pound crip you wanna scrap And that coming straight from the ruthless gangster Eazy-e Now what would I do ha ha let's see Now I would take on sugars locked down the row Since Dre is a bitch pimp slap the hoe Now I'm seeing doubles man two dogs in a huddle Aa god dame now diggidi daze I biggidi blast On right one and smoke that ass Now corrupt don't even set trip Yelling long beach 60 blood and puppy pound Crip really doe got my nuts on your chin Well I'm all in your philly hoe So come with it fool and test your luck and I'll beat that ass now call me corrupt Now I'm creeping through the fog you Big dogg blue got my nine milla killa Hunting a dogg named snoop You can run nigga but you can't hide Eazy-e straight creeping on the east side 7 Ten-long beach south caught snoop free basin In a rock house I kicks in the door I said it before I never let no busta test me no more Bang murder was the case that they gave me Murder was the case that they gave me I'll smoke all you fools even you boo boo and your baby Murder was the case that they gave me watch out buddie boy Watch your back Yeah what would you do? What would you do if we rolled on you? (So don't even think about stepping in the god damn house) What would you do what would you do if we rolled on you? What would you do what would you do if we rolled on you? What would you do what would you do dirty red? I comes on the snake hitting niggas low With the cavey ass flow as I creep through the street Peeping niggas from death row bet you wanna know Which one make the best hoe so Let me break it down as I'm lost in the mist And take word of advice and don't come fucking with this Ain't a joke niggas choke from the smoke that I blaze Purple haze you be dazed in a stun I'll put you on your back nigga what I am the guess in a doggy dogg world Never run with muss only nuts in their click And dick in your mouth The year is 95 and I'm running the house Now tell what can you do nigga what can you do? Nigga what could you do if me and a few of my homies came through? Dumping real on you trick made bitch-made niggas What could you do what could you do if we rolled on you? You so don't even think about stepping in the god damn house Dr. Dre straight busta never broke a law in his life Besides beating up Ricky Harris's wife Ha ha snoop dogg from a high top fade to sporting braids Now he's laid fame no fortune and getting played not payed Played Treated like a prostitute and we all know who's doing the pimping that's don't Be a follower be a leader and stay off the next man's nuts Corrupt the king ping stick with the 60's Cause you don't need those other hoes 'cause they're About to go up in you but only you let um Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Death row really doe Babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy bang ahhhh.