Keep It Gangsta - Tha Dogg Pound

Yeah that gangsters shit always bangin

Soopafly you sick for this

We gon' show 'em how Tha Dogg Pound gangsters bang and ride

Yeah… hey Shawn let’s bang this turn it up man

Let me talk to these niggas

Who you aimin at nigga, you know I got you

Look me up to find Nosferatu

You’ll never get away motherfucker we after ya

I drain MC’s, poetical Dracula

I take away your mind body soul and spirit

Vampiric, I mutilate with words and lyrics

I injure with verbs off herbs and spirits

I’m everywhere like germs and spirits

You can hear me everywhere day and night like birds and crickets

I got birds worth 14 tickets

You ain’t got no money, no riders, no squad or bitches

Quit bullshittin, you ain’t gotta lie to kick it

Rolled up on this nigga like «Nigga whattup?»

He said, «Your name ain’t Kurupt, nigga your name is Bankrupt»

First thing I did was just smirked and laughed

I looked over at Daz and then we whooped his ass

The present is the present and the past is the past

And to stay in the present you should learn this fast

Dogg Pound is forever you should learn this fast

'Fore we flash in a flash, millimeters and macs, nigga

Just keep it gangsta — bust the thang on 'em

Riders push 'em, that’s what you better do nigga

Just keep it gangsta — cause if you don’t the millimeters’ll spark

And that’s the end of the talk, we just

Just keep it gangsta — all we know

Through the highs and lows, this West coast motherfucker

Just keep it gangsta — listen to me

D.P.G.C., and then go fly for the thai, just keep it gangsta

Just keep it gangsta nigga!

Glock homey grippin tight, AK on the backseat

Don’t ask me shit, muh’fuckers don’t like me

And you I don’t like you too, so

Dis what I’m gon' do

Leave your ass seasick just like the flu

The temperature risin, analyzin, surprisin you

Niggas on lockdown, feel what I’m kickin

Them niggas sellin that weight, yeah pluck them chickens

Get it like you give it, give it how you live it

And when I’m full of that spinach them 20 inches spinnin

When I revolve I click back

On the f’realla my nigga you don’t want that

I’m an Eastsider nigga but I’m West coast out

Pistol in my hand and a blunt in my mouth

What is the stat you amount nigga?

I’m about them G’s

And blastin all rats, we about that cheese (wooo~!)

From a G ass nigga, behind the mask behind the trigger

Layin 'em down, muh’fucker what you figure?

Now, I’m not a Dogg Pound Gangsta Crip

But I’m that chick from the Dogg Pound Gangsta Clique

And I’m that chick that’ll dog these wankstas quick

Big body on that Dogg Pound Gangsta shit

Now when I go bananas, y’all gon' need to go get the Sopranos

Any mob, any gang, red or blue bandanas

Gon' let you know I bang straight from the gate

See these flows fuck it up like it was a case of rape

Now, in or out of state I, bend 'em out of shape I

Wipe 'em off my slate I, clean 'em off my plate I

Squash these kids, eat 'em like sausages

Whoa;

where my dawgs at?

Here’s some Snausages

A treat for yo' appetite, a lyrical roughness

The toughest, bust this, you still

Fuck this shit, y’all must have forgotten

I still give it to you like I gave his only begotten

Son, spit mo' shit than a little bit huh?

Whatever ha, I’m so raw I’m pissy drunk

Punks jump up to get laid flat out

Cause lyrically and literally Rage stay strapped

It’s the big payback, so jump, if you’re feelin froggish and leap

But I’ma just keep doggin the beats, capiche?

Sweat the technique that I just freaked

I’m bringin raw heat, hot enough to cook raw meat