West Coast it's time to stand up ***** We gon' unite 'round this m**********r one time I'm callin' every real Crip ***** 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 s*it 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 ****** 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 ************' 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 ****** get stuck on seez-ight It ain't no ************' problem - pop-pop, tick-tock Never flip-flop, 20 Crippin' til I drop Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip So whooot, so whooot, so whooot, so whooot Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip So whooot, so whooot, so whooot, so whooot Ca-rip Is I, in the ************' S-5 With the red bandana double knotted 'round the rearview ****** 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 ****** 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 g******g 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 But all my ************' homies shoutin' out So whooot, so whooot, so whooot, so whooot Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip So whooot, so whooot, so whooot, so whooot 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 Pitt**urgh Steeler '6-4 We "Just Dippin", one Bloodin' one Crippin' I'm on that Bulls s*it, throwback Scott' Pippen Moral is, my bandana hangin' from the Leftside 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, ***** welcome to the Thunderdome Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip So whooot, so whooot, so whooot, so whooot Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip So whooot, so whooot, so whooot, so whooot
[00:04.80]West Coast it's time to stand up ***** [00:09.19]We gon' unite 'round this m**********r one time [00:12.00]I'm callin' every real Crip ***** [00:14.35]And every real B-Dogg, to the table right now [00:18.31]Yeah... we gon' push a real line right now [00:22.10]See if y'all with this real gangsta guerrilla s*it [00:26.42]Have you ever seen 100,000 Rip riders from the side [00:29.60]Blue Chuck's, blue rags, grey clouds, blue skies [00:32.38]On the move, can't lose, Hill Street blues [00:34.89]****** gotta pay they dues on the crews or with the uzi spray [00:37.88]These suckas then I cruise, my granny saw it on the news [00:41.03]She shook up, look up and then she put me on the move [00:43.72]I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far [00:46.30]Cause the homies had the loop-loop that night at King Park [00:49.30]And I got into a squab, got caught and went to jail [00:51.90]Straight to the County with no ************' bail [00:55.16]4800 with this Crippin', oh well [00:57.74]My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail [01:00.85]He said trip Dogg, ya better get right, Crip right [01:03.54]Eyes open 'cause ****** get stuck on seez-ight [01:06.45]It ain't no ************' problem - pop-pop, tick-tock [01:10.14]Never flip-flop, 20 Crippin' til I drop [01:12.06]Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip [01:17.29]So whooot, so whooot, so whooot, so whooot [01:23.01]Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip [01:28.72]So whooot, so whooot, so whooot, so whooot [01:34.60]Ca-rip [01:34.94]Is I, in the ************' S-5 [01:37.46]With the red bandana double knotted 'round the rearview [01:40.45]****** see clear through, they know that it's Game [01:43.02]Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em know that I bang [01:45.87]So bang, like Snoop in "Deep Cover" [01:48.11]I got the seat reclined, fo-five under the white-T, smothered [01:52.00]Dippin' down Green Leaf, I ain't got no enemies [01:54.66]Been shot five times, now I bleed Hennessy [01:57.54]And bang for my ****** locked up, they can't stop us [02:00.26]It ain't a gangsta party 'til we go and dig 'Pac up [02:03.52]I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on [02:06.28]Hughey P. Newton with Air Force One's on [02:09.14]I g******g but I'm the opposite of Tookie Williams [02:12.17]Red Lambo', red bandana print ceilin' [02:14.92]Me and Snoop got the WEST COAST locked [02:17.42]Red and Blue rag tied in a knot [02:19.54]But all my ************' homies shoutin' out [02:21.64]So whooot, so whooot, so whooot, so whooot [02:27.09]Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip [02:32.74]So whooot, so whooot, so whooot, so whooot [02:38.48]Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip [02:43.21]I ran outta gas in Long Beach, I'm stuck [02:45.90]Ain't no Bloods and all I see is blue Chuck's [02:48.67]Hopped out the '6-trey, nowhere to go [02:51.19]Til' Snoop pulled up in that Pitt**urgh Steeler '6-4 [02:54.68]We "Just Dippin", one Bloodin' one Crippin' [02:57.23]I'm on that Bulls s*it, throwback Scott' Pippen [03:00.10]Moral is, my bandana hangin' from the Leftside [03:02.99]So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood, just throw up westside [03:06.25](What up Blood?) Yeah cuz, we just tippin' [03:09.13]Me and Game doin' thangs, switchin' lanes, Hurricanes on my feet [03:12.70]Stop, and C-Walk to the beat [03:15.02]Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street [03:17.91]Eastside LBC, gun in my hand [03:19.97]It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand [03:22.66]We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out [03:25.95]Let it C known, ***** welcome to the Thunderdome [03:28.67]Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip [03:34.29]So whooot, so whooot, so whooot, so whooot [03:39.84]Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip [03:45.35]So whooot, so whooot, so whooot, so whooot
