Intro:
Alize
Hold on N***a
No more gangsta shit
N***a you know that gangsta shit put you on the map
So if you ain't gonna turn into somethin' new
We gonna have to rewind the track
To way back

I was walkin' through the park one day
Puffin' on a bomb ass J (Come here with that weed Snoop)
See my N***a suited blue-grey
This is what a N***a had to say

Ohuuuuuuuh

Verse 1:
[Soopafly]
I was about 16 years old
Runnin the streets of Long Beach
N***a, straight fuckin' up
Every party that I went to
I had to stuck a frame (Daz: Motherfucker)
For my name is Soopa
What the fuck you say
I think he saw the handle on my .44
When he get seated
22 I was reachin' fo'
I show you how you do when shit blow up
1, 2, squeeze and
Your party over N***a
Move on to the next one
You should've brought a few mo' N***as
For some protection
You fuckin' with notorious ass G's (Daz: But they don't hear you though)
You never get passed these
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 think is that we straight dumpin'
That's why I'm always into somethin'
I fade, fade until a N***a broke
To show em that I ain't no motherfuckin' joke
But with that a sucka ' thought he could check me
But the guard sent his ass directly
Yo, to his G-R-A-V-E
Bein' stupid try to P-L-A-Y me
Yo, listen well to me
Spell it to the underground
Nobody playin' pussy
So I'm layin' it down
A little somethin' from the motherfuckin' DPG
Soopafly from O.G. 2 B.G
Chorus: x2
[Snoop Sample]
A G is a overseer
A overseer sees
[Soopafly]
From O.G. 2 B.G

Verse 2:
[Kurupt Tha Kingpin]
The motherfuckin' game change a lot again
Aw shit, the streets is hot again
I'm touching down in 2 months
Rolling with the homie Swoop and a couple sluts
Let me call the homie now, N***a
Phone check punk
I poke N***as down
When I'm in the yard, the bar
The N***as just angin' (Daz: Dogg Pound)
But when I get out I'm back bangin'
Rollin', I can't be helt no motherfuckin' mo' (Right)
As soon as I get out the motherfuckin' do' (Right)
Chevrolet, straight sittin' on low ? (Right)
Now it's on till it's on till the brake of dawn
You fuckin' with notorious ass G's
N***a, punk, bitch please
From gettin' quoted on the hood till packin'
Murders, slangins' and jackins'
I rather fuck you bitch
Now go tell your N***a you made the right switch
My lesson is my ho, respect me
K-U-R-U-P-T from O.G. 2 B.G
Chorus: x2

[Kurupt]
Daz Dilli Mr. gangsta, gangsta
Tell us about the days of way back

Verse 3:
[Daz Dillinger]
Slangin' cars, hangin' hard
Upon the boulevard
Gaining' stars as a young N***a behind bars
My release date, I'm funky fresh out the gate
I can't wait, demonstrate
Who thought I was gone for a long way
Now I'm back with a Tec-9 and a Strap
And with that in my heart N***a
You know ain't no turnin' back
Called up Kurupt and Dr. Dre to load up the AK
Let's put some work on these N***as
To let them know we don't play
Blew, Blew we skate out around the corner
Creep up on 'em, and commence
To makin' all y'all goners
Gaining rep for my shelf
It was no big time shit
A little N***a puttin' big n***as
All in check
All with a nitty 14
Was all what it seems
In cape of horrible dreams
Trapped, with a helluva machine
Grip the pistol to your temple
Let you know, plain and simple
How back in my vehicle
Bullets flyin' like missiles
So what's on and on
And that's the way it should be
Motherfucker from O.G. 2 B.G
Chorus: x6

[Daz Dillinger]
Yeah, 1999