[Intro: Snoop Dogg & Big Tray Deee]
Beach city (L-B-C)
Wh-what, wh-what? Dogghouse

[Big Tray Deee]
Once upon a time, not long ago
For way before the days I was known to flow
I was shown straight love in the beach
Hugs from the freaks, even by the thugs with the heats (Uh-huh)
Now it seems the whole damn hood done switched up (Damn)
Used to put our fists up, see who lip get bust
Hollin' out the set as we sweat at the hutch
Come from out of bounds, mess around, get stomped
So tell me, what's up wit' this L-B-C thang?
Homies hatin' homies when we on this G thang
Now peep game, it's about to be the next century
It ain't about life without penitentaries (Uh-uh)
It get to be a damn shame at times
Knowin' we the strongest when thangs combine (That's right)
Bang the .9, Dub and Insane fo' life
West and North side, keep brangin' it right

[Hook: Butch Cassidy & Snoop Dogg]
Let's all come together, leave that bull alone
(Long Beach, Long Beach)
I'm tired of playin' games, man what's goin' on?
(What's up, y'all?)
We all should love one another, put the guns away
(That's on the real, y'all)
And kick it with each other on this lovely day, hey
[Snoop Dogg]
We pushin' the real about the L-B-C
Dirty D, Reeseka, and Big Skrappy (What up?)
C-Dogg on the switch 'cause this is Eastside, cuh
Beach City to the fullest, what y'all thought this was? (Ah-hah)
I'm hollin' at my family, Jimmy Brown from the beach
He told me that the hood was back crackin' at peace
So you know me, I'mma throw us a feast
For all my homeboys from the mothafuckin' East (Eastside!)
Y'all deserve it, I'm swervin' in the Beamer now
I wish all my dead homeboys could see me now
I'm driftin', thinkin' back how it was
But all this money can't bring the homies back up (Damn)
So take it for what it was worth
From the earth, to the dirt, we gon' do this 'til yo' head hurt
While time keeps slippin' away (Slippin' away)
Me and my n***as keep chippin' away (Chippin' away)
I remember when my n***a, Fay was locked away (Uh-huh)
We used to tell him how we dreamt about gettin' paid
And now we takin' trips while we mix Alizé
And we do this in a L-B-C kinda way (Fo' life, fo' life)

[Hook]

[Goldie Loc]
You got me on a money makin' mission
But my moms at the house steady wishin' (Damn)
That I don't roll out 'cause she know somethin' wrong
So I take another hit from the bong
I leave the house, to get wit' this gangsta hits
Dogs and Locs, get ready to manage a grip
Dirty Dale from Insane and Lil' Sag from the Dub
Them both of brothas, I gots to give 'em love (Hahaha)
Now, what this sound like? (Sound like)
Me blastin' anyone of my kind? Fool, that ain't right
(That ain't right)
I still repent on everything that I did
Let me put my thangs up, I gots to raise me a kid (Yeah)
Baby Goldie gon' have it just like Spanky
Let me get my funds right
Homie, don't playa hate me
Light it up, blaze it up, ain't no need for chokin'
Eastside Long Beach, fool, we West Coast
[Hook]