[{"id":23867550,"name":"G'd Up","trackName":"G'd Up","artistName":"Tha Eastsidaz","albumName":"Tha Eastsidaz","duration":273.019583,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I bang with the gang that don't need no intro\nWe run from East Long Beach to West South Central\nCredentials, to kick flows and rip shows,\ndip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow\nYou know that west coast low mentality\nFocused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy\nWe keep it straight hard but guard the spot\nBangas snatch chains in the parkin lot\nDon't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha\nPick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha\nIt's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho\nYou know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po\nWit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap\nCuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat\nDon't act for a minute like your ass surprised\nJust reconize the real way that gangsta's ride\nIf it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\nAnd if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nSo all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\nWe makein papa only suckas claim to touch\nBy stickin to the script and neva changin up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nKeep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\nIt's goin down motherfuckaz like dat\nSounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp\nAnd the nockin don't stop\nI hope nobody don't call the cops\nIt don't stop the beat'll make your pop block\nNa betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked\nYou think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin\nYou betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction\nWatch out for the friction\nDis West Coast on mine\nAnd fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen\nDogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip\nC-walkin holdin on the extra clip\nNow you wanna be a frend\nBut you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload\nYou wanna go toe to toe\nSit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no\nI must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me\nAnd when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody\nOnce said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me\nI wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby\nI'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic\nGang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip\nOn the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9  2 o you know\nWe still own niggaz who talk bitch shit\nReal niggaz feel dis let's get rich\nUnder the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's\nDown for whatever who eva wanna see me now\nYou lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now\nIt take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub\nYou gotta put it down and always stay g'd up\nAll star shoes with the G apparel\nIf I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams\nYou neva catch me lookin R&B\nI mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG\nBlazin a ounce with the homie cat\nOr Ruff Dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the map\nI keep it gangsta for sho do lo\nAnd always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke\nFor all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all\nLet me hit sumthin dogg\nBeware of my clique\nWe hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit\nIf it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\nAnd if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nSo all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\nWe makein papa only suckas claim to touch\nBy stickin to the script and neva changin up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nKeep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\nDogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies\nTray-Dee, Goldie Loc\nMy nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life\nWest Side\nYou can't spell the West without the E-S\nAh yes we connectin y'all\nThats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em )\nAnd we out ( see ya, see your )","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G'd Up\n  artist: Tha Eastsidaz\n  album: Tha Eastsidaz\n  duration_ms: 273020\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I bang with the gang that don't need no intro\n  We run from East Long Beach to West South Central\n  Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,\n  dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow\n  You know that west coast low mentality\n  Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy\n  We keep it straight hard but guard the spot\n  Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot\n  Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha\n  Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha\n  It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho\n  You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po\n  Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap\n  Cuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat\n  Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised\n  Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride\n  If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\n  And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\n  You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n  So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\n  We makein papa only suckas claim to touch\n  By stickin to the script and neva changin up\n  You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n  Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\n  It's goin down motherfuckaz like dat\n  Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp\n  And the nockin don't stop\n  I hope nobody don't call the cops\n  It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block\n  Na betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked\n  You think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin\n  You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction\n  Watch out for the friction\n  Dis West Coast on mine\n  And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen\n  Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip\n  C-walkin holdin on the extra clip\n  Now you wanna be a frend\n  But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload\n  You wanna go toe to toe\n  Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no\n  I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me\n  And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody\n  Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me\n  I wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby\n  I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic\n  Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip\n  On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9  2 o you know\n  We still own niggaz who talk bitch shit\n  Real niggaz feel dis let's get rich\n  Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's\n  Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now\n  You lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now\n  It take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub\n  You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up\n  All star shoes with the G apparel\n  If I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams\n  You neva catch me lookin R&B\n  I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG\n  Blazin a ounce with the homie cat\n  Or Ruff Dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the map\n  I keep it gangsta for sho do lo\n  And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke\n  For all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all\n  Let me hit sumthin dogg\n  Beware of my clique\n  We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit\n  If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\n  And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\n  You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n  So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\n  We makein papa only suckas claim to touch\n  By stickin to the script and neva changin up\n  You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n  Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\n  Dogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies\n  Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc\n  My nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life\n  West Side\n  You can't spell the West without the E-S\n  Ah yes we connectin y'all\n  Thats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em )\n  And we out ( see ya, see your )\n"},{"id":31887885,"name":"G’d Up","trackName":"G’d Up","artistName":"Tha Eastsidaz","albumName":"Snoop Dogg presents Tha Eastsidaz","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I bang with the gang that don't need no intro\nWe run from East Long Beach to West South Central\nCredentials, to kick flows and rip shows,\ndip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow\nYou know that west coast low mentality\nFocused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy\nWe keep it straight hard but guard the spot\nBangas snatch chains in the parkin lot\nDon't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha\nPick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha\nIt's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho\nYou know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po\nWit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap\nCuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat\nDon't act for a minute like your ass surprised\nJust reconize the real way that gangsta's ride\nIf it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\nAnd if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nSo all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\nWe makein papa only suckas claim to touch\nBy stickin to the script and neva changin up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nKeep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\nIt's goin down motherfuckaz like dat\nSounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp\nAnd the nockin don't stop\nI hope nobody don't call the cops\nIt don't stop the beat'll make your pop block\nNa betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked\nYou think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin\nYou betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction\nWatch out for the friction\nDis West Coast on mine\nAnd fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen\nDogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip\nC-walkin holdin on the extra clip\nNow you wanna be a frend\nBut you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload\nYou wanna go toe to toe\nSit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no\nI must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me\nAnd when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody\nOnce said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me\nI wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby\nI'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic\nGang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip\nOn the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9  2 o you know\nWe still own niggaz who talk bitch shit\nReal niggaz feel dis let's get rich\nUnder the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's\nDown for whatever who eva wanna see me now\nYou lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now\nIt take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub\nYou gotta put it down and always stay g'd up\nAll star shoes with the G apparel\nIf I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams\nYou neva catch me lookin R&B\nI mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG\nBlazin a ounce with the homie cat\nOr Ruff Dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the map\nI keep it gangsta for sho do lo\nAnd always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke\nFor all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all\nLet me hit sumthin dogg\nBeware of my clique\nWe hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit\nIf it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\nAnd if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nSo all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\nWe makein papa only suckas claim to touch\nBy stickin to the script and neva changin up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nKeep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\nDogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies\nTray-Dee, Goldie Loc\nMy nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life\nWest Side\nYou can't spell the West without the E-S\nAh yes we connectin y'all\nThats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em )\nAnd we out ( see ya, see your )","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G’d Up\n  artist: Tha Eastsidaz\n  album: Snoop Dogg presents Tha Eastsidaz\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I bang with the gang that don't need no intro\n  We run from East Long Beach to West South Central\n  Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,\n  dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow\n  You know that west coast low mentality\n  Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy\n  We keep it straight hard but guard the spot\n  Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot\n  Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha\n  Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha\n  It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho\n  You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po\n  Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap\n  Cuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat\n  Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised\n  Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride\n  If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\n  And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\n  You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n  So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\n  We makein papa only suckas claim to touch\n  By stickin to the script and neva changin up\n  You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n  Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\n  It's goin down motherfuckaz like dat\n  Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp\n  And the nockin don't stop\n  I hope nobody don't call the cops\n  It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block\n  Na betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked\n  You think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin\n  You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction\n  Watch out for the friction\n  Dis West Coast on mine\n  And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen\n  Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip\n  C-walkin holdin on the extra clip\n  Now you wanna be a frend\n  But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload\n  You wanna go toe to toe\n  Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no\n  I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me\n  And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody\n  Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me\n  I wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby\n  I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic\n  Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip\n  On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9  2 o you know\n  We still own niggaz who talk bitch shit\n  Real niggaz feel dis let's get rich\n  Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's\n  Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now\n  You lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now\n  It take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub\n  You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up\n  All star shoes with the G apparel\n  If I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams\n  You neva catch me lookin R&B\n  I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG\n  Blazin a ounce with the homie cat\n  Or Ruff Dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the map\n  I keep it gangsta for sho do lo\n  And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke\n  For all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all\n  Let me hit sumthin dogg\n  Beware of my clique\n  We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit\n  If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\n  And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\n  You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n  So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\n  We makein papa only suckas claim to touch\n  By stickin to the script and neva changin up\n  You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n  Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\n  Dogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies\n  Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc\n  My nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life\n  West Side\n  You can't spell the West without the E-S\n  Ah yes we connectin y'all\n  Thats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em )\n  And we out ( see ya, see your )\n"},{"id":30954129,"name":"G’d Up","trackName":"G’d Up","artistName":"Tha Eastsidaz","albumName":"Snoop Dogg presents Tha Eastsidaz","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I bang with the gang that don't need no intro\nWe run from East Long Beach to West South Central\nCredentials, to kick flows and rip shows,\ndip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow\nYou know that west coast low mentality\nFocused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy\nWe keep it straight hard but guard the spot\nBangas snatch chains in the parkin lot\nDon't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha\nPick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha\nIt's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho\nYou know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po\nWit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap\nCuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat\nDon't act for a minute like your ass surprised\nJust reconize the real way that gangsta's ride\nIf it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\nAnd if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nSo all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\nWe makein papa only suckas claim to touch\nBy stickin to the script and neva changin up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nKeep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\nIt's goin down motherfuckaz like dat\nSounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp\nAnd the nockin don't stop\nI hope nobody don't call the cops\nIt don't stop the beat'll make your pop block\nNa betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked\nYou think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin\nYou betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction\nWatch out for the friction\nDis West Coast on mine\nAnd fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen\nDogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip\nC-walkin holdin on the extra clip\nNow you wanna be a frend\nBut you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload\nYou wanna go toe to toe\nSit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no\nI must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me\nAnd when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody\nOnce said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me\nI wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby\nI'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic\nGang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip\nOn the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9  2 o you know\nWe still own niggaz who talk bitch shit\nReal niggaz feel dis let's get rich\nUnder the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's\nDown for whatever who eva wanna see me now\nYou lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now\nIt take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub\nYou gotta put it down and always stay g'd up\nAll star shoes with the G apparel\nIf I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams\nYou neva catch me lookin R&B\nI mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG\nBlazin a ounce with the homie cat\nOr Ruff Dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the map\nI keep it gangsta for sho do lo\nAnd always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke\nFor all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all\nLet me hit sumthin dogg\nBeware of my clique\nWe hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit\nIf it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\nAnd if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nSo all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\nWe makein papa only suckas claim to touch\nBy stickin to the script and neva changin up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nKeep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\nDogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies\nTray-Dee, Goldie Loc\nMy nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life\nWest Side\nYou can't spell the West without the E-S\nAh yes we connectin y'all\nThats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em )\nAnd we out ( see ya, see your )","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G’d Up\n  artist: Tha Eastsidaz\n  album: Snoop Dogg presents Tha Eastsidaz\n  duration_ms: 268000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I bang with the gang that don't need no intro\n  We run from East Long Beach to West South Central\n  Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,\n  dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow\n  You know that west coast low mentality\n  Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy\n  We keep it straight hard but guard the spot\n  Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot\n  Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha\n  Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha\n  It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho\n  You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po\n  Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap\n  Cuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat\n  Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised\n  Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride\n  If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\n  And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\n  You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n  So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\n  We makein papa only suckas claim to touch\n  By stickin to the script and neva changin up\n  You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n  Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\n  It's goin down motherfuckaz like dat\n  Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp\n  And the nockin don't stop\n  I hope nobody don't call the cops\n  It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block\n  Na betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked\n  You think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin\n  You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction\n  Watch out for the friction\n  Dis West Coast on mine\n  And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen\n  Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip\n  C-walkin holdin on the extra clip\n  Now you wanna be a frend\n  But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload\n  You wanna go toe to toe\n  Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no\n  I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me\n  And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody\n  Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me\n  I wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby\n  I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic\n  Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip\n  On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9  2 o you know\n  We still own niggaz who talk bitch shit\n  Real niggaz feel dis let's get rich\n  Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's\n  Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now\n  You lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now\n  It take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub\n  You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up\n  All star shoes with the G apparel\n  If I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams\n  You neva catch me lookin R&B\n  I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG\n  Blazin a ounce with the homie cat\n  Or Ruff Dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the map\n  I keep it gangsta for sho do lo\n  And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke\n  For all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all\n  Let me hit sumthin dogg\n  Beware of my clique\n  We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit\n  If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\n  And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\n  You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n  So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\n  We makein papa only suckas claim to touch\n  By stickin to the script and neva changin up\n  You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n  Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\n  Dogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies\n  Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc\n  My nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life\n  West Side\n  You can't spell the West without the E-S\n  Ah yes we connectin y'all\n  Thats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em )\n  And we out ( see ya, see your )\n"},{"id":23293523,"name":"G'd Up","trackName":"G'd Up","artistName":"Tha Eastsidaz","albumName":"Snoop Dogg Presents Tha Eastsidaz","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I bang with the gang that don't need no intro\nWe run from East Long Beach to West South Central\nCredentials, to kick flows and rip shows,\ndip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow\nYou know that west coast low mentality\nFocused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy\nWe keep it straight hard but guard the spot\nBangas snatch chains in the parkin lot\nDon't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha\nPick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha\nIt's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho\nYou know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po\nWit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap\nCuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat\nDon't act for a minute like your ass surprised\nJust reconize the real way that gangsta's ride\nIf it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\nAnd if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nSo all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\nWe makein papa only suckas claim to touch\nBy stickin to the script and neva changin up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nKeep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\nIt's goin down motherfuckaz like dat\nSounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp\nAnd the nockin don't stop\nI hope nobody don't call the cops\nIt don't stop the beat'll make your pop block\nNa betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked\nYou think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin\nYou betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction\nWatch out for the friction\nDis West Coast on mine\nAnd fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen\nDogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip\nC-walkin holdin on the extra clip\nNow you wanna be a frend\nBut you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload\nYou wanna go toe to toe\nSit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no\nI must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me\nAnd when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody\nOnce said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me\nI wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby\nI'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic\nGang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip\nOn the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9  2 o you know\nWe still own niggaz who talk bitch shit\nReal niggaz feel dis let's get rich\nUnder the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's\nDown for whatever who eva wanna see me now\nYou lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now\nIt take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub\nYou gotta put it down and always stay g'd up\nAll star shoes with the G apparel\nIf I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams\nYou neva catch me lookin R&B\nI mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG\nBlazin a ounce with the homie cat\nOr Ruff Dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the map\nI keep it gangsta for sho do lo\nAnd always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke\nFor all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all\nLet me hit sumthin dogg\nBeware of my clique\nWe hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit\nIf it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\nAnd if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nSo all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\nWe makein papa only suckas claim to touch\nBy stickin to the script and neva changin up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nKeep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\nDogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies\nTray-Dee, Goldie Loc\nMy nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life\nWest Side\nYou can't spell the West without the E-S\nAh yes we connectin y'all\nThats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em )\nAnd we out ( see ya, see your )","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G'd Up\n  artist: Tha Eastsidaz\n  album: Snoop Dogg Presents Tha Eastsidaz\n  duration_ms: 273000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I bang with the gang that don't need no intro\n  We run from East Long Beach to West South Central\n  Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,\n  dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow\n  You know that west coast low mentality\n  Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy\n  We keep it straight hard but guard the spot\n  Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot\n  Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha\n  Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha\n  It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho\n  You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po\n  Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap\n  Cuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat\n  Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised\n  Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride\n  If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\n  And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\n  You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n  So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\n  We makein papa only suckas claim to touch\n  By stickin to the script and neva changin up\n  You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n  Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\n  It's goin down motherfuckaz like dat\n  Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp\n  And the nockin don't stop\n  I hope nobody don't call the cops\n  It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block\n  Na betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked\n  You think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin\n  You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction\n  Watch out for the friction\n  Dis West Coast on mine\n  And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen\n  Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip\n  C-walkin holdin on the extra clip\n  Now you wanna be a frend\n  But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload\n  You wanna go toe to toe\n  Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no\n  I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me\n  And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody\n  Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me\n  I wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby\n  I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic\n  Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip\n  On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9  2 o you know\n  We still own niggaz who talk bitch shit\n  Real niggaz feel dis let's get rich\n  Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's\n  Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now\n  You lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now\n  It take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub\n  You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up\n  All star shoes with the G apparel\n  If I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams\n  You neva catch me lookin R&B\n  I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG\n  Blazin a ounce with the homie cat\n  Or Ruff Dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the map\n  I keep it gangsta for sho do lo\n  And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke\n  For all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all\n  Let me hit sumthin dogg\n  Beware of my clique\n  We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit\n  If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\n  And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\n  You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n  So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\n  We makein papa only suckas claim to touch\n  By stickin to the script and neva changin up\n  You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n  Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\n  Dogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies\n  Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc\n  My nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life\n  West Side\n  You can't spell the West without the E-S\n  Ah yes we connectin y'all\n  Thats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em )\n  And we out ( see ya, see your )\n"},{"id":39323710,"name":"G'd Up","trackName":"G'd Up","artistName":"Tha Eastsidaz","albumName":"Snoop Dogg Presents Tha Eastsidaz","duration":191.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I bang with the gang that don't need no intro\nWe run from East Long Beach to West South Central\nCredentials, to kick flows and rip shows,\ndip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow\nYou know that west coast low mentality\nFocused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy\nWe keep it straight hard but guard the spot\nBangas snatch chains in the parkin lot\nDon't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha\nPick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha\nIt's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho\nYou know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po\nWit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap\nCuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat\nDon't act for a minute like your ass surprised\nJust reconize the real way that gangsta's ride\nIf it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\nAnd if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nSo all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\nWe makein papa only suckas claim to touch\nBy stickin to the script and neva changin up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nKeep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\nIt's goin down motherfuckaz like dat\nSounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp\nAnd the nockin don't stop\nI hope nobody don't call the cops\nIt don't stop the beat'll make your pop block\nNa betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked\nYou think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin\nYou betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction\nWatch out for the friction\nDis West Coast on mine\nAnd fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen\nDogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip\nC-walkin holdin on the extra clip\nNow you wanna be a frend\nBut you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload\nYou wanna go toe to toe\nSit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no\nI must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me\nAnd when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody\nOnce said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me\nI wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby\nI'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic\nGang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip\nOn the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9  2 o you know\nWe still own niggaz who talk bitch shit\nReal niggaz feel dis let's get rich\nUnder the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's\nDown for whatever who eva wanna see me now\nYou lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now\nIt take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub\nYou gotta put it down and always stay g'd up\nAll star shoes with the G apparel\nIf I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams\nYou neva catch me lookin R&B\nI mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG\nBlazin a ounce with the homie cat\nOr Ruff Dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the map\nI keep it gangsta for sho do lo\nAnd always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke\nFor all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all\nLet me hit sumthin dogg\nBeware of my clique\nWe hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit\nIf it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\nAnd if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nSo all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\nWe makein papa only suckas claim to touch\nBy stickin to the script and neva changin up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nKeep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\nDogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies\nTray-Dee, Goldie Loc\nMy nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life\nWest Side\nYou can't spell the West without the E-S\nAh yes we connectin y'all\nThats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em )\nAnd we out ( see ya, see your )","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G'd Up\n  artist: Tha Eastsidaz\n  album: Snoop Dogg Presents Tha Eastsidaz\n  duration_ms: 190753\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I bang with the gang that don't need no intro\n  We run from East Long Beach to West South Central\n  Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,\n  dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow\n  You know that west coast low mentality\n  Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy\n  We keep it straight hard but guard the spot\n  Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot\n  Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha\n  Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha\n  It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho\n  You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po\n  Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap\n  Cuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat\n  Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised\n  Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride\n  If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\n  And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\n  You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n  So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\n  We makein papa only suckas claim to touch\n  By stickin to the script and neva changin up\n  You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n  Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\n  It's goin down motherfuckaz like dat\n  Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp\n  And the nockin don't stop\n  I hope nobody don't call the cops\n  It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block\n  Na betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked\n  You think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin\n  You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction\n  Watch out for the friction\n  Dis West Coast on mine\n  And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen\n  Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip\n  C-walkin holdin on the extra clip\n  Now you wanna be a frend\n  But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload\n  You wanna go toe to toe\n  Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no\n  I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me\n  And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody\n  Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me\n  I wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby\n  I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic\n  Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip\n  On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9  2 o you know\n  We still own niggaz who talk bitch shit\n  Real niggaz feel dis let's get rich\n  Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's\n  Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now\n  You lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now\n  It take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub\n  You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up\n  All star shoes with the G apparel\n  If I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams\n  You neva catch me lookin R&B\n  I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG\n  Blazin a ounce with the homie cat\n  Or Ruff Dogg 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Up","artistName":"Tha Eastsidaz feat. 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we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nSo all the real niggas stay gangsta'd up\nWe makein papa only suckas claim to touch\nBy stickin to the script and neva changin up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nKeep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\n\n(Goldie Loc)\nIt's goin down motherfuckaz like dat\nSounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp\nAnd the nockin don't stop\nI hope nobody don't call the cops\nIt don't stop the beat'll make your pop block\nNa betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your Glock cocked\nYou think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin\nYou betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction\nWatch out for the friction\nDis West Coast on mine\nAnd fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen\nDogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip\nC-walkin holdin on the extra clip\nNow you wanna be a frend\nBut you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload\nYou wanna go toe to toe\nSit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no\n\n(Butch Cassidy)\nI must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me\nAnd when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody\nOnce said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me\nI won't stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby\n\n(Snoop Dogg)\nI'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic\nGang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip\nOn the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you know\nWe still own niggas who talk bitch shit\nReal niggas feel dis let's get rich\nUnder the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's\nDown for whatever who eva wanna see me now\nYou lookin like me I guess you wanna be me now\nIt take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub\nYou gotta put it down and always stay g'd up\nAll star shoes with the G apparel\nIf I fall in the club I mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams\nYou neva catch me lookin R&B\nI mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG\nBlazin a ounce with the homie cat\nOr Ruff Dogg cuz I luv puttin huslas on the map\nI keep it gangsta for sho do lo\nAnd always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke\nFor all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all\nLet me hit sumthin dogg\nBeware of my clique\nWe hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit\n\n(Hook)\n\n(Snoop talkin)\nDogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies\nTray-Dee, Goldie Loc\nMy nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life\nWest Side\nYou can't spell the West without the E-S\nAh yes we connectin y'all\nThats how we do it (do it to em, do it to em)\nAnd we out (see ya, see your)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.37] (Tray-Dee)\n[00:20.89] I bang with the gang that don't need no intro\n[00:23.64] We run from East Long Beach to West South Central\n[00:25.40] Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows\n[00:28.11] Dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow\n[00:30.09] You know that west coast low mentality\n[00:32.81] Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy\n[00:35.62] We keep it straight hard but guard the spot\n[00:37.40] Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot\n[00:39.24] Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha\n[00:43.05] Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha\n[00:44.80] It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho\n[00:47.62] You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po\n[00:49.52] Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap\n[00:52.35] Cuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat\n[00:55.02] Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised\n[00:57.86] Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride\n[00:59.70] (Hook, Snoop)\n[01:02.59] If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\n[01:04.35] And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\n[01:07.18] You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n[01:09.99] So all the real niggas stay gangsta'd up\n[01:12.76] We makein papa only suckas claim to touch\n[01:13.64] By stickin to the script and neva changin up\n[01:14.54] You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n[01:17.34] Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\n[01:19.24] (Goldie Loc)\n[01:21.08] It's goin down motherfuckaz like dat\n[01:22.94] Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp\n[01:24.71] And the nockin don't stop\n[01:26.67] I hope nobody don't call the cops\n[01:29.42] It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block\n[01:32.22] Na betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your Glock cocked\n[01:34.04] You think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin\n[01:35.96] You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction\n[01:39.67] Watch out for the friction\n[01:41.59] Dis West Coast on mine\n[01:42.48] And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen\n[01:45.22] Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip\n[01:47.02] C-walkin holdin on the extra clip\n[01:48.98] Now you wanna be a frend\n[01:51.78] But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload\n[01:54.50] You wanna go toe to toe\n[01:57.20] Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no\n[01:59.16] (Butch Cassidy)\n[02:00.03] I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me\n[02:03.76] And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody\n[02:09.32] Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me\n[02:13.05] I won't stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby\n[02:18.65] (Snoop Dogg)\n[02:19.58] I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic\n[02:21.37] Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip\n[02:23.26] On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you know\n[02:27.87] We still own niggas who talk bitch shit\n[02:30.67] Real niggas feel dis let's get rich\n[02:34.32] Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's\n[02:38.11] Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now\n[02:40.85] You lookin like me I guess you wanna be me now\n[02:43.64] It take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub\n[02:46.48] You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up\n[02:48.35] All star shoes with the G apparel\n[02:51.19] If I fall in the club I mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams\n[02:53.82] You neva catch me lookin R&B\n[02:56.68] I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG\n[02:58.53] Blazin a ounce with the homie cat\n[03:01.38] Or Ruff Dogg cuz I luv puttin huslas on the map\n[03:03.15] I keep it gangsta for sho do lo\n[03:06.83] And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke\n[03:08.77] For all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all\n[03:10.57] Let me hit sumthin dogg\n[03:13.35] Beware of my clique\n[03:14.26] We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit\n[03:17.06] (Hook)\n[03:18.95] (Snoop talkin)\n[03:23.76] Dogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies\n[03:44.92] Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc\n[03:47.79] My nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life\n[03:52.33] West Side\n[03:56.05] You can't spell the West without the E-S\n[04:02.54] Ah yes we connectin y'all\n[04:04.48] Thats how we do it (do it to em, do it to em)\n[04:07.13] And we out (see ya, see your)\n[04:09.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G’d Up\n  artist: Tha Eastsidaz feat. 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Central\nCredentials, to kick flows and rip shows,\ndip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow\nYou know that west coast low mentality\nFocused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy\nWe keep it straight hard but guard the spot\nBangas snatch chains in the parkin lot\nDon't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha\nPick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha\nIt's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho\nYou know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po\nWit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap\nCuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat\nDon't act for a minute like your ass surprised\nJust reconize the real way that gangsta's ride\nIf it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\nAnd if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nSo all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\nWe makein papa only suckas claim to touch\nBy stickin to the script and neva changin up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nKeep it real 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the funk\nSo all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up\nWe makein papa only suckas claim to touch\nBy stickin to the script and neva changin up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nKeep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\nDogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies\nTray-Dee, Goldie Loc\nMy nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life\nWest Side\nYou can't spell the West without the E-S\nAh yes we connectin y'all\nThats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em )\nAnd we out ( see ya, see your )","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G'd Up\n  artist: Tha Eastsidaz\n  album: Snoop Dogg Presents Tha Eastsidaz - Clean\n  duration_ms: 268000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I bang with the gang that don't need no intro\n  We run from East Long Beach to West South Central\n  Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,\n  dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow\n  You know that west coast low mentality\n  Focused on reality but livin 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don't stop\n  I hope nobody don't call the cops\n  It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block\n  Na betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked\n  You think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin\n  You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction\n  Watch out for the friction\n  Dis West Coast on mine\n  And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen\n  Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip\n  C-walkin holdin on the extra clip\n  Now you wanna be a frend\n  But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload\n  You wanna go toe to toe\n  Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no\n  I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me\n  And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody\n  Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me\n  I wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby\n  I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic\n  Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip\n  On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9  2 o 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up\nAnd if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nSo all the real niggas stay gangsta'd up\nWe makein papa only suckas claim to touch\nBy stickin to the script and neva changin up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nKeep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\n\n(Goldie Loc)\nIt's goin down motherfuckaz like dat\nSounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp\nAnd the nockin don't stop\nI hope nobody don't call the cops\nIt don't stop the beat'll make your pop block\nNa betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your Glock cocked\nYou think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin\nYou betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction\nWatch out for the friction\nDis West Coast on mine\nAnd fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen\nDogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip\nC-walkin holdin on the extra clip\nNow you wanna be a frend\nBut you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload\nYou wanna go toe to toe\nSit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no\n\n(Butch Cassidy)\nI must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me\nAnd when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody\nOnce said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me\nI won't stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby\n\n(Snoop Dogg)\nI'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic\nGang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip\nOn the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you know\nWe still own niggas who talk bitch shit\nReal niggas feel dis let's get rich\nUnder the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's\nDown for whatever who eva wanna see me now\nYou lookin like me I guess you wanna be me now\nIt take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub\nYou gotta put it down and always stay g'd up\nAll star shoes with the G apparel\nIf I fall in the club I mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams\nYou neva catch me lookin R&B\nI mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG\nBlazin a ounce with the homie cat\nOr Ruff Dogg cuz I luv puttin huslas on the map\nI 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It's goin down motherfuckaz like dat\n[01:22.94] Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp\n[01:24.71] And the nockin don't stop\n[01:26.67] I hope nobody don't call the cops\n[01:29.42] It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block\n[01:32.22] Na betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your Glock cocked\n[01:34.04] You think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin\n[01:35.96] You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction\n[01:39.67] Watch out for the friction\n[01:41.59] Dis West Coast on mine\n[01:42.48] And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen\n[01:45.22] Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip\n[01:47.02] C-walkin holdin on the extra clip\n[01:48.98] Now you wanna be a frend\n[01:51.78] But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload\n[01:54.50] You wanna go toe to toe\n[01:57.20] Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no\n[01:59.16] (Butch Cassidy)\n[02:00.03] I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me\n[02:03.76] And when I seen enuff I guess 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the gang that don't need no intro\nWe run from East Long Beach to West South Central\nCredentials, to kick flows and rip shows\nDip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow\nYou know that west coast low mentality\nFocused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy\nWe keep it straight hard but guard the spot\nBangas snatch chains in the parkin lot\nDon't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha\nPick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha\nIt's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho\nYou know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po\nWit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap\nCuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat\nDon't act for a minute like your ass surprised\nJust reconize the real way that gangsta's ride\n\n(Hook, Snoop)\nIf it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\nAnd if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nSo all the real niggas stay gangsta'd up\nWe makein papa only suckas claim to touch\nBy stickin to the script and neva changin up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nKeep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\n\n(Goldie Loc)\nIt's goin down motherfuckaz like dat\nSounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp\nAnd the nockin don't stop\nI hope nobody don't call the cops\nIt don't stop the beat'll make your pop block\nNa betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your Glock cocked\nYou think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin\nYou betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction\nWatch out for the friction\nDis West Coast on mine\nAnd fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen\nDogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip\nC-walkin holdin on the extra clip\nNow you wanna be a frend\nBut you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload\nYou wanna go toe to toe\nSit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no\n\n(Butch Cassidy)\nI must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me\nAnd when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody\nOnce said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me\nI won't stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby\n\n(Snoop Dogg)\nI'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic\nGang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip\nOn the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you know\nWe still own niggas who talk bitch shit\nReal niggas feel dis let's get rich\nUnder the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's\nDown for whatever who eva wanna see me now\nYou lookin like me I guess you wanna be me now\nIt take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub\nYou gotta put it down and always stay g'd up\nAll star shoes with the G apparel\nIf I fall in the club I mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams\nYou neva catch me lookin R&B\nI mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG\nBlazin a ounce with the homie cat\nOr Ruff Dogg cuz I luv puttin huslas on the map\nI keep it gangsta for sho do lo\nAnd always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke\nFor all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all\nLet me hit sumthin dogg\nBeware of my clique\nWe hopin and dropin nuthin but 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Butch Cassidy","albumName":"Snoop Dogg Presents Tha Eastsidaz","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Tray-Dee)\nI bang with the gang that don't need no intro\nWe run from East Long Beach to West South Central\nCredentials, to kick flows and rip shows\nDip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow\nYou know that west coast low mentality\nFocused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy\nWe keep it straight hard but guard the spot\nBangas snatch chains in the parkin lot\nDon't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha\nPick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha\nIt's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho\nYou know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po\nWit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap\nCuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat\nDon't act for a minute like your ass surprised\nJust reconize the real way that gangsta's ride\n\n(Hook, Snoop)\nIf it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\nAnd if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nSo all the real niggas stay gangsta'd up\nWe makein papa only suckas claim to touch\nBy stickin to the script and neva changin up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nKeep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\n\n(Goldie Loc)\nIt's goin down motherfuckaz like dat\nSounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp\nAnd the nockin don't stop\nI hope nobody don't call the cops\nIt don't stop the beat'll make your pop block\nNa betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your Glock cocked\nYou think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin\nYou betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction\nWatch out for the friction\nDis West Coast on mine\nAnd fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen\nDogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip\nC-walkin holdin on the extra clip\nNow you wanna be a frend\nBut you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload\nYou wanna go toe to toe\nSit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no\n\n(Butch Cassidy)\nI must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me\nAnd when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody\nOnce said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me\nI won't stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby\n\n(Snoop Dogg)\nI'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic\nGang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip\nOn the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you know\nWe still own niggas who talk bitch shit\nReal niggas feel dis let's get rich\nUnder the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's\nDown for whatever who eva wanna see me now\nYou lookin like me I guess you wanna be me now\nIt take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub\nYou gotta put it down and always stay g'd up\nAll star shoes with the G apparel\nIf I fall in the club I mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams\nYou neva catch me lookin R&B\nI mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG\nBlazin a ounce with the homie cat\nOr Ruff Dogg cuz I luv puttin huslas on the map\nI keep it gangsta for sho do lo\nAnd always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke\nFor all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all\nLet me hit sumthin dogg\nBeware of my clique\nWe hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit\n\n(Hook)\n\n(Snoop talkin)\nDogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies\nTray-Dee, Goldie Loc\nMy nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life\nWest Side\nYou can't spell the West without the E-S\nAh yes we connectin y'all\nThats how we do it (do it to em, do it to em)\nAnd we out (see ya, see your)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.37] (Tray-Dee)\n[00:20.89] I bang with the gang that don't need no intro\n[00:23.64] We run from East Long Beach to West South Central\n[00:25.40] Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows\n[00:28.11] Dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow\n[00:30.09] You know that west coast low mentality\n[00:32.81] Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy\n[00:35.62] We keep it straight hard but guard the spot\n[00:37.40] Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot\n[00:39.24] Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha\n[00:43.05] Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha\n[00:44.80] It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho\n[00:47.62] You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po\n[00:49.52] Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap\n[00:52.35] Cuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat\n[00:55.02] Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised\n[00:57.86] Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride\n[00:59.70] (Hook, Snoop)\n[01:02.59] If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\n[01:04.35] And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\n[01:07.18] You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n[01:09.99] So all the real niggas stay gangsta'd up\n[01:12.76] We makein papa only suckas claim to touch\n[01:13.64] By stickin to the script and neva changin up\n[01:14.54] You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n[01:17.34] Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\n[01:19.24] (Goldie Loc)\n[01:21.08] It's goin down motherfuckaz like dat\n[01:22.94] Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp\n[01:24.71] And the nockin don't stop\n[01:26.67] I hope nobody don't call the cops\n[01:29.42] It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block\n[01:32.22] Na betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your Glock cocked\n[01:34.04] You think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin\n[01:35.96] You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction\n[01:39.67] Watch out for the friction\n[01:41.59] Dis West Coast on mine\n[01:42.48] And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen\n[01:45.22] Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip\n[01:47.02] C-walkin holdin on the extra clip\n[01:48.98] Now you wanna be a frend\n[01:51.78] But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload\n[01:54.50] You wanna go toe to toe\n[01:57.20] Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no\n[01:59.16] (Butch Cassidy)\n[02:00.03] I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me\n[02:03.76] And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody\n[02:09.32] Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me\n[02:13.05] I won't stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby\n[02:18.65] (Snoop Dogg)\n[02:19.58] I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic\n[02:21.37] Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip\n[02:23.26] On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you know\n[02:27.87] We still own niggas who talk bitch shit\n[02:30.67] Real niggas feel dis let's get rich\n[02:34.32] Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's\n[02:38.11] Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now\n[02:40.85] You lookin like me I guess you wanna be me now\n[02:43.64] It take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub\n[02:46.48] You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up\n[02:48.35] All star shoes with the G apparel\n[02:51.19] If I fall in the club I mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams\n[02:53.82] You neva catch me lookin R&B\n[02:56.68] I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG\n[02:58.53] Blazin a ounce with the homie cat\n[03:01.38] Or Ruff Dogg cuz I luv puttin huslas on the map\n[03:03.15] I keep it gangsta for sho do lo\n[03:06.83] And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke\n[03:08.77] For all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all\n[03:10.57] Let me hit sumthin dogg\n[03:13.35] Beware of my clique\n[03:14.26] We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit\n[03:17.06] (Hook)\n[03:18.95] (Snoop talkin)\n[03:23.76] Dogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies\n[03:44.92] Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc\n[03:47.79] My nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life\n[03:52.33] West Side\n[03:56.05] You can't spell the West without the E-S\n[04:02.54] Ah yes we connectin y'all\n[04:04.48] Thats how we do it (do it to em, do it to em)\n[04:07.13] And we out (see ya, see your)\n[04:09.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G'd Up\n  artist: Tha Eastsidaz feat. 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gangsta's ride\n\n  (Hook, Snoop)\n  If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\n  And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\n  You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n  So all the real niggas stay gangsta'd up\n  We makein papa only suckas claim to touch\n  By stickin to the script and neva changin up\n  You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n  Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\n\n  (Goldie Loc)\n  It's goin down motherfuckaz like dat\n  Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp\n  And the nockin don't stop\n  I hope nobody don't call the cops\n  It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block\n  Na betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your Glock cocked\n  You think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin\n  You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction\n  Watch out for the friction\n  Dis West Coast on mine\n  And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen\n  Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip\n  C-walkin holdin on the extra clip\n  Now you wanna be a frend\n  But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload\n  You wanna go toe to toe\n  Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no\n\n  (Butch Cassidy)\n  I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me\n  And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody\n  Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me\n  I won't stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby\n\n  (Snoop Dogg)\n  I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic\n  Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip\n  On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you know\n  We still own niggas who talk bitch shit\n  Real niggas feel dis let's get rich\n  Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's\n  Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now\n  You lookin like me I guess you wanna be me now\n  It take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub\n  You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up\n  All star shoes with the G apparel\n  If I fall in the club I mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams\n  You neva catch me lookin R&B\n  I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG\n  Blazin a ounce with the homie cat\n  Or Ruff Dogg cuz I luv puttin huslas on the map\n  I keep it gangsta for sho do lo\n  And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke\n  For all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all\n  Let me hit sumthin dogg\n  Beware of my clique\n  We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (Snoop talkin)\n  Dogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies\n  Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc\n  My nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life\n  West Side\n  You can't spell the West without the E-S\n  Ah yes we connectin y'all\n  Thats how we do it (do it to em, do it to em)\n  And we out (see ya, see your)\n"},{"id":34878723,"name":"G'd Up","trackName":"G'd Up","artistName":"Tha Eastsidaz Feat․ Butch Cassidy","albumName":"Snoop Dogg Presents Tha Eastsidaz","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Tray-Dee)\nI bang with the gang that don't need no intro\nWe run from East Long Beach to West South Central\nCredentials, to kick flows and rip shows\nDip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow\nYou know that west coast low mentality\nFocused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy\nWe keep it straight hard but guard the spot\nBangas snatch chains in the parkin lot\nDon't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha\nPick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha\nIt's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho\nYou know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po\nWit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap\nCuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat\nDon't act for a minute like your ass surprised\nJust reconize the real way that gangsta's ride\n\n(hook, Snoop)\nIf it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\nAnd if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nSo all the real niggas stay gangsta'd up\nWe makein papa only suckas claim to touch\nBy stickin to the script and neva changin up\nYou know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\nKeep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\n\n(Goldie Loc)\nIt's goin down motherfuckaz like dat\nSounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp\nAnd the nockin don't stop\nI hope nobody don't call the cops\nIt don't stop the beat'll make your pop block\nNa betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your Glock cocked\nYou think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin\nYou betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction\nWatch out for the friction\nDis West Coast on mine\nAnd fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen\nDogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip\nC-walkin holdin on the extra clip\nNow you wanna be a frend\nBut you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload\nYou wanna go toe to toe\nSit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no\n\n(Butch Cassidy)\nI must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me\nAnd when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody\nOnce said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me\nI won't stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby\n\n(Snoop Dogg)\nI'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic\nGang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip\nOn the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you know\nWe still own niggas who talk bitch shit\nReal niggas feel dis let's get rich\nUnder the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's\nDown for whatever who eva wanna see me now\nYou lookin like me I guess you wanna be me now\nIt take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub\nYou gotta put it down and always stay g'd up\nAll star shoes with the G apparel\nIf I fall in the club I mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams\nYou neva catch me lookin R&B\nI mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG\nBlazin a ounce with the homie cat\nOr Ruff Dogg cuz I luv puttin huslas on the map\nI keep it gangsta for sho do lo\nAnd always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke\nFor all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all\nLet me hit sumthin dogg\nBeware of my clique\nWe hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit\n\n(hook)\n\n(Snoop talkin)\nDogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies\nTray-Dee, Goldie Loc\nMy nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life\nWest Side\nYou can't spell the West without the E-S\nAh yes we connectin y'all\nThats how we do it (do it to em, do it to em)\nAnd we out (see ya, see your)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.37] (Tray-Dee)\n[00:20.89] I bang with the gang that don't need no intro\n[00:23.64] We run from East Long Beach to West South Central\n[00:25.40] Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows\n[00:28.11] Dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow\n[00:30.09] You know that west coast low mentality\n[00:32.81] Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy\n[00:35.62] We keep it straight hard but guard the spot\n[00:37.40] Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot\n[00:39.24] Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha\n[00:43.05] Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha\n[00:44.80] It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho\n[00:47.62] You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po\n[00:49.52] Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap\n[00:52.35] Cuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat\n[00:55.02] Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised\n[00:57.86] Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride\n[00:59.70] (hook, Snoop)\n[01:02.59] If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up\n[01:04.35] And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up\n[01:07.18] You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n[01:09.99] So all the real niggas stay gangsta'd up\n[01:12.76] We makein papa only suckas claim to touch\n[01:13.64] By stickin to the script and neva changin up\n[01:14.54] You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk\n[01:17.34] Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up\n[01:19.24] (Goldie Loc)\n[01:21.08] It's goin down motherfuckaz like dat\n[01:22.94] Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp\n[01:24.71] And the nockin don't stop\n[01:26.67] I hope nobody don't call the cops\n[01:29.42] It don't stop the 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an ken folks dis is for y'all\n[03:10.57] Let me hit sumthin dogg\n[03:13.35] Beware of my clique\n[03:14.26] We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit\n[03:17.06] (hook)\n[03:18.95] (Snoop talkin)\n[03:23.76] Dogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies\n[03:44.92] Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc\n[03:47.79] My nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life\n[03:52.33] West Side\n[03:56.05] You can't spell the West without the E-S\n[04:02.54] Ah yes we connectin y'all\n[04:04.48] Thats how we do it (do it to em, do it to em)\n[04:07.13] And we out (see ya, see your)\n[04:09.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G'd Up\n  artist: Tha Eastsidaz Feat․ Butch Cassidy\n  album: Snoop Dogg Presents Tha Eastsidaz\n  duration_ms: 273000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Tray-Dee)\n  start_ms: 370\n  end_ms: 20890\n- text: I bang with the gang that don't need no intro\n  start_ms: 20890\n  end_ms: 23640\n- text: We run from East Long Beach to West South Central\n  start_ms: 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