Gangbangin' 101 Lyrics - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment - Snoop Dogg

West Coast, it's time to stand up nigga 

We gon' unite 'round this motherfucker one time 

I'm callin' every real Crip nigga 

And every real B-Dogg, to the table right now 

Yeah, we gon' push a real line right now 

See if y'all with this real gangsta guerrilla shit 

Have you ever seen 100, 000 rip riders from the side 

Blue Chuck's, blue rags, grey clouds, blue skies 

On the move, can't lose, Hill Street blues 

Niggas gotta pay they dues on the crews or with the uzi spray 

These suckas then I cruise, my granny saw it on the news 

She shook up, look up and then she put me on the move 

I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far 

Cause the homies had the loop-loop that night at King Park 

And I got into a squab, got caught and went to jail 

Straight to the County with no motherfuckin' bail 

4800 with this Crippin', oh well 

My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail 

He said trip Dogg, ya better get right, Crip right 

Eyes open cause niggas get stuck on seez-ight 

It ain't no motherfuckin' problem - pop-pop, tick-tock 

Never flip-flop, 20 crippin' til I drop 

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Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip 

Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop 

Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip 

Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop 

Ca-rip 

Is I, in the motherfuckin' S-5 

With the red bandana double knotted 'round the rearview 

Niggas see clear through, they know that it's Game 

Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em know that I bang 

So bang, like Snoop in "Deep Cover" 

I got the seat reclined, fo-five under the white-T, smothered 

Dippin' down Green Leaf, I ain't got no enemies 

Been shot five times, now I bleed Hennessy 

And bang for my niggas locked up, they can't stop us 

It ain't a gangsta party 'til we go and dig Pac up 

I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on 

Hughey P. Newton with Air Force One's on 

I gangbang but I'm the opposite of Tookie Williams 

Red Lambo', red bandana print ceilin' 

Me and Snoop got the West Coast locked 

Red and blue rag tied in a knot 

With all my motherfuckin' homies yellin' out 

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Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop 

Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip 

Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop 

Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip 

I ran outta gas in Long Beach, I'm stuck 

Ain't no Bloods and all I see is blue Chuck's 

Hopped out the '6-trey, nowhere to go 

Til' Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steeler '6-4 

We just dippin', one Bloodin' one Crippin' 

I'm on that Bulls shit, throwback Scott' Pippen 

Moral is, my bandana hangin' from the left side 

So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood, just throw up Westside 

(What up Blood?) Yeah cuz, we just tippin' 

Me and Game doin' thangs, switchin' lanes, Hurricanes on my feet 

Stop, and C-Walk to the beat 

Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street 

Eastside LBC, gun in my hand 

It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand 

We just - slip and slide out, we rip and ride out 

Let it C known, nigga welcome to the Thunderdome