G’d Up Tha Eastsidaz (Ft. Butch Cassidy)

[Intro: Tray Dee and Snoop Dogg]
Bow Wow, haha
Sup up Cat?
God damn
Yeah, Yeah
Ha ha
Yeah, It's a mothafuckin Dogghouse, Battlecat collaboration right here, (What, what, wha-wha-wha-wha what) you know this mothafucka bang out (Ooh-ooh, [?] [?])
Straight west coast thing (For life, for life)
Peep the script

[Verse 1: Tray-Dee & Snoop Dogg]
I bang with the gang that don't need no intro (Doggpound)
We run from East Long Beach to West South Central (Ah ha)
Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows
Dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow, you know
That west coast low mentality
Focused on reality but livin' in a whole notha galaxy
We keep it straight hard but guard the spot
Bangas snatch chains (What up nigga) in the parkin' lot (Ha ha)
Don't matta it still be fine ho's to gatha
Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to have her
It's routine, the coupe clean, let's hit the sho (What up)
You know we all fuckin, once they glimpse the po (That's right)
Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap
Cause it's hatin' when your skatin and your pockets is fat (That's right)
Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised
Just recognize the real way that gangsta's ride