Who Got Some Gangsta Shit? Snoop Dogg (Ft. Daz Dillinger, Tha Dogg Pound, Kurupt, Lil C-Style & Swoop G)

[Verse 1: Lil' C-Style, Kurupt]
Nine in the mornin', feds at my door (My door)
Blue Cortez squeakin' 'cross the hardwood floor (Right)
Dippin' through the alley I made my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
Mad with no music but happy 'cause free
Bailin' fast as I can bail down 19th Street
I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistol's close in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by the bomb E.T
But just livin' in Beach city is a serious task
Didn't know what the feds wanted, didn't have time to ask

[Verse 2: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
We're comin' with that G shit, that C shit that makin' niggas sick
How does it feel to see a G from your clique?
Wake up, jumped out of bed with my grin on (Why?)
Last night's dice game, got my win on
About a G and a half is what I came with
But twenty-five G's is what I left with
Tee-lee was the word I heard
I went deep in my pockets and threw my stars on the curb
Gimme the dice so I can break you niggas
I threw a six (C-I-X) so my point was the biggest
Seven, four, four, tre back to back
I sent two fools back to they 'Leezzac