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Neva Left - Snoop Dogg

Album: Neva Left

genre: Hip Hop

Dogg, what up, mane?
Word on the streets is you ain’t what you used to be

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
Marco, I bust, 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
Told to set up out the room while they swingin’ the caddy
That’s on the set, that’s on they neck
Streets sweet with the heat, yep, they stay on deck
I’m dazed and blazed, no confusin’, I’m choosin’
This time I was raised
I bring that out and bag it up, no doubt
Swing it out and let it up and bang that out
This Crips, nigga

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
See Stacey Adams, fine woman
That shit was fast and late

The mouth gave us a bang bangin’ and crack slangin’
Drivin’ a fresh rock, run ’em with blocks in ’em
Fresh out the county, I’m boxin’ ’em
Moved on up and bought a continental, nigga, I’m knockin’ 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, ain’t 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 millimetre in your fuckin’ face
And let you say your grace before you have a taste
Of reality, set in, yeah, this 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 game
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

Yeah, they say if you watch somethin’ long enough, you’ll be comin’
You know, they say imitation is the best form of flattery
That’s what I was told
A lot of niggas is imitatin’ me ’cause real gangsta shit
You ain’t cut from it
You dig?

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
[?] empirical, left 5 in his chest
Survive in the west
This a 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 [?]
I got ants in my pants and I needs to get ’em
I go for broke, no joke
I gotta put my drink down, I’m tryna C walk, loc
See come and take off, it’s break off
And make off with the cash at the pad
Boy, a thick lil’ bitch, he super bad

Gangsta, gangsta
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
60’s, A Train, Hooters
Main Street, all my niggas in Compton
And the South side, ya dig?
Nutty [?]
Oh, can’t forget them Long Beach niggas
East side the same
Roll with 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

Lyrics added by Thomas B. Watts

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Song details
  • Publishing: Doggystyle Records
  • Co-Production: Mike & Keys
  • Composition: Snoop Dogg
  • Vocals: Snoop Dogg
  • Release Date: May 19, 2017
  • Samples: "As Long As I Have You"