Lyrics

[Intro: 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-Dog, to the table right now Yeah, we gon' push a real line right now See if y'all with this real gangsta guerrilla shit [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Have you ever seen 100,000 Rip Ridas from this side? Blue Chucks, 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, (Phew) My granny saw it on the news (What?) 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 480 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 [Chorus] Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip Su-woop, su-woop, su-woop, su-woop Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip Su-woop, su-woop, su-woop, su-woop Ca-rip [Verse 2: The Game] 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 Lowenharts 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 Huey P. Newton with Air Force Ones on I gangbang but I'm the opposite of Tookie Williams Red Lambo', red bandana print ceiling Me and Snoop got the West Coast locked Red and blue rag tied in a knot With all my motherfuckin' homies yellin' out [Chorus] Su-woop, su-woop, su-woop, su-woop Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip Su-woop, su-woop, su-woop, su-woop Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip Ca-rip [Verse 3: The Game] I ran outta gas in Long Beach, I'm stuck Ain't no Bloods and all I see is blue Chucks 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 [Verse 4: Snoop Dogg] (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) 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 (Slide out), we rip and ride out Let it C known, nigga, welcome to the Thunderdome [Chorus] Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip Su-woop, su-woop, su-woop, su-woop Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip Su-woop, su-woop, su-woop, su-woop Ca-rip Su-woop, su-woop, su-woop, su-woop