Can't Stop That Gangsta S**t Lyrics - The Chronicalz - Snoop Dogg

The baker in the bakery 

Stacking bread in the bakery 

Baking fresh and soon you'll see 

Bakery is the name 

Aye, yo, Dada, why'd'you hit 'em with one of those 

Motherfucking gangster ass videos? 

All right, aight 

Roll it x5 

I like that 

Gangsta shit 

We gon' 

Real smooth, you dig? 

That they bossed up 

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Cause my life worth more than 

The money that I lived and died for 

And where I'm form, my nigga, you get shot 

For sellin' lots, you don't really need a reason to die for 

(I ain't trippin') 

You know they say that gangsters don't live that long 

I could not be at home if I wasn't really that strong 

I pro'ly should be long gone 

Feel me (Feel me!)) 

Tell me, what does it take to be dangerous 

Everytime I look around, the game steady changin' 

From coast to coast we arrange it 

Boys out west, we insist to keep it 

Ah yeah, we maintain, burn enough by choice, we smart, now we blazin' 

My young home boy, he amazing, 

The cookie, rookie, shook him and took him 

And now he famous (wow) 

Couldn't quite picture that, wonder what he fishin' now 

Now yo talkin' bout this and that 

But pass that lo', I don't diss no mo' 

I made number one hitch, you know 

Believe me, I make it look easy 

You wanna know how to do it, then watch (???) 

Photos 

Cause my life worth more than 

The money that I lived and died for 

And where I'm form, my nigga, you get shot 

For sellin' lots, you don't really need a reason to die for 

(I ain't trippin') 

You know they say that gangsters don't live that long 

I could not be at home if I wasn't really that strong 

I pro'ly should be long gone 

Feel me (Feel me!) 

Yeah, cuz, the game won't wait, dismiss talk 

But beef and shook all the haters 

And took on the new routine, started coaching you football 

To go straight clean 

Like mean Joe Green(?), I step in the scene 

I want all the (???) and a pitcher, you know what I mean? 

I get to 'em, nigga, don't ask why 

Word to my people, that's just how I ride 

Yeah, since I slid the dough, I been actin' %^&*(Some gangsta mac shit, but I did it with practice 

Yeah, yeah, y'all know I get actin' 

I live to merc, taste the risk my status 

Top of the chores, have heart, have money 

Have money, you gotta have heart 

Cause my life worth more than 

The money that I lived and died for 

And where I'm form, my nigga, you get shot 

For sellin' lots, you don't really need a reason to die for 

(I ain't trippin') 

You know they say that gangsters don't live that long 

I could not be at home if I wasn't really that strong 

I pro'ly should be long gone 

Feel me (Feel me!) 

It's been thirteen years, no pain, no tears 

Respected by all my piers 

No matter where I'm hosted at, my hands stay close to that 

Dada dadat dadat dadadadat 

And as a matter of fact, no beef on the streets, 

No black on black. We gon' be all on one track 

So I fall in wild and get lost in the pack 

It's like that, fo' real, we ain't bluffin' 

Right now it's West Coast or nothin' 

I'll push that line and in due time 

Y'all gon' respect this cause out here, fool, we rhyme 

Oh, yeah, we think, but out here no time 

Put up on yo nine, foreign line(?) 

(Tell 'em why) 

Cause my life worth more than 

The money that I lived and died for 

And where I'm form, my nigga, you get shot 

For sellin' lots, you don't really need a reason to die for 

(I ain't trippin') 

You know they say that gangsters don't live that long 

I could not be at home if I wasn't really that strong 

I pro'ly should be long gone 

Feel me (Feel me!)