| Song | Keepin It Gangsta |
| Artist | Tha Dogg Pound |
| Album | Cali Iz Active |
| 作词 : Allen, Arnaud, Brooks, Brown | |
| Yeah that gangsta shit always bangin' | |
| Supafly you sick fa this | |
| We goin' show them how the | |
| Dogg Pound | |
| Gangstaz bang and rock | |
| Yeah... Hey | |
| Sean let's bang this, turn it up, man | |
| Let me talk ta these niggaz [Verse 1: Kurupt] | |
| Who you aimin' at, nigga? | |
| You know I got you | |
| Look me up to find | |
| Nosferatu | |
| You'll neva get away muthafucka we after ya | |
| I drain MC's, poetical | |
| Dracula I take away your mind, body, soul and spirit | |
| Vampirin', | |
| I mutilate with words and lyrics | |
| I injure with verbs off herbs and spirits | |
| I'm everywhere like germs and spirits | |
| You could here me everywhere, day and night | |
| Like birds and crickets | |
| I got birds worth fourteen tickets | |
| You ain't got no money, no ridaz, no squad or bitches | |
| Quit bullshittin', you ain't gotta lie ta kick it | |
| Rolled up on this nigga like, "Nigga what up?" | |
| He said, "Ya name ain't Kurupt, nigga, ya name is Bankrupt", huh! | |
| First thing | |
| I did was just smirked and laughed | |
| I looked over at | |
| Daz and then we whoooped his ass! | |
| The present is the present and the past is the past | |
| And ta stay in the present you should learn this fast | |
| Dogg Pound is forever, you should learn this fast | |
| Fo' we flash in a flash, millimeters n' macs, nigga [Chorus:] [Daz] | |
| Just keep it gangsta [Kurupt] | |
| Bustaz banged on, ridaz pushin', that's what you betta do, nigga [Daz] | |
| Just keep it gangsta [Kurupt] | |
| Cause if ya don't, the millameters'll spark, and that's the end of the talk, we just... [Daz] | |
| Just keep it gangsta [Kurupt] | |
| All we know, through the highs 'n' lows is | |
| West Coast, muthafucka, muthafucka [Daz] | |
| Just keep it gangsta [Kurupt] | |
| Listen ta me, | |
| D-P-G-C, a nigga fly cause | |
| I just, keep, it, gangsta [Daz] | |
| Just keep it gangsta, nigga! [Verse 2: Daz] | |
| Glock 40, grip it tight, | |
| AK on the back seat | |
| Don't ask me shit, muhfuckaz don't like me | |
| And you, I don't like you too, so | |
| This is what | |
| I'm goin' do | |
| Leave ya ass seasick, just like tha flu | |
| His temperature rise, and analyze and surprisin' you | |
| Niggaz on lockdown feel what | |
| I'm kickin' | |
| Them niggaz sellin' that weight, yeah, pluck them chickens | |
| Get it like ya give it, give it how ya live it | |
| And when I'm full a that spinach the 20 inches spinnin' | |
| When the revolva click back | |
| On the fa-rilla my nigga ya don't want that | |
| A mainside nigga but | |
| I'm West Coast'd out | |
| Pistol in my hand and a blunt in my mouth | |
| What is the stat you amount nigga? | |
| I'm about them | |
| G's And blastin' on rats, we about that cheese | |
| From a G-ass nigga, behind the mask, behind tha trigga | |
| Layin' 'em down, muhfucka what you figure? [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lady Of Rage] | |
| I'm not the | |
| Dogg Pound | |
| Gangsta crip | |
| But I'm that chick from the | |
| Dogg Pound | |
| Gangsta Click | |
| And I'm tha chick that'll dog these wankstaz quick | |
| Big body on that | |
| Dogg Pound gangsta shit | |
| Now when I go bananas | |
| Ya'll goin' need ta go get tha | |
| Sopranaz Any mob, any gang, wear the blue bandanaz | |
| Goin' let you know | |
| I bang straight from the gate | |
| See these flows fuck it up like it was a case a weight, now | |
| In 'n outta state, | |
| I Bend 'em outta shape, | |
| I Wipe 'em off my slate, | |
| I Clean 'em off my plate, | |
| I Squash these kids, eat 'em like sausages | |
| Roll, where my dogz at? | |
| Here's a snausage? | |
| Here's a treat | |
| For your appetite of lyrical roughness | |
| The toughtest, bustaz, still "can't touch this." [MC Hammer sample] | |
| Fuck this shit, ya'll must of forgotten | |
| I still give it to ya like | |
| I gave his only begotten, son | |
| Spit mo' shit than a little bit, huh? | |
| Whatever ha, | |
| I'm so raw | |
| I'm pissy drunk | |
| Punks jump up to get laid flat out | |
| Cause lyrically and literally | |
| Rage stay strapped | |
| It's the big payback, so jump, if you're feelin froggish and leap | |
| But I don't just keep doggin' tha beat | |
| Kapeesh? Sweat the the technique that | |
| I just freaked | |
| I'm bringin' raw heat, have enough ta cook ya raw meat [Chorus] |
| zuò cí : Allen, Arnaud, Brooks, Brown | |
| Yeah that gangsta shit always bangin' | |
| Supafly you sick fa this | |
| We goin' show them how the | |
| Dogg Pound | |
| Gangstaz bang and rock | |
| Yeah... Hey | |
| Sean let' s bang this, turn it up, man | |
| Let me talk ta these niggaz Verse 1: Kurupt | |
| Who you aimin' at, nigga? | |
| You know I got you | |
| Look me up to find | |
| Nosferatu | |
| You' ll neva get away muthafucka we after ya | |
| I drain MC' s, poetical | |
| Dracula I take away your mind, body, soul and spirit | |
| Vampirin', | |
| I mutilate with words and lyrics | |
| I injure with verbs off herbs and spirits | |
| I' m everywhere like germs and spirits | |
| You could here me everywhere, day and night | |
| Like birds and crickets | |
| I got birds worth fourteen tickets | |
| You ain' t got no money, no ridaz, no squad or bitches | |
| Quit bullshittin', you ain' t gotta lie ta kick it | |
| Rolled up on this nigga like, " Nigga what up?" | |
| He said, " Ya name ain' t Kurupt, nigga, ya name is Bankrupt", huh! | |
| First thing | |
| I did was just smirked and laughed | |
| I looked over at | |
| Daz and then we whoooped his ass! | |
| The present is the present and the past is the past | |
| And ta stay in the present you should learn this fast | |
| Dogg Pound is forever, you should learn this fast | |
| Fo' we flash in a flash, millimeters n' macs, nigga Chorus: Daz | |
| Just keep it gangsta Kurupt | |
| Bustaz banged on, ridaz pushin', that' s what you betta do, nigga Daz | |
| Just keep it gangsta Kurupt | |
| Cause if ya don' t, the millameters' ll spark, and that' s the end of the talk, we just... Daz | |
| Just keep it gangsta Kurupt | |
| All we know, through the highs ' n' lows is | |
| West Coast, muthafucka, muthafucka Daz | |
| Just keep it gangsta Kurupt | |
| Listen ta me, | |
| DPGC, a nigga fly cause | |
| I just, keep, it, gangsta Daz | |
| Just keep it gangsta, nigga! Verse 2: Daz | |
| Glock 40, grip it tight, | |
| AK on the back seat | |
| Don' t ask me shit, muhfuckaz don' t like me | |
| And you, I don' t like you too, so | |
| This is what | |
| I' m goin' do | |
| Leave ya ass seasick, just like tha flu | |
| His temperature rise, and analyze and surprisin' you | |
| Niggaz on lockdown feel what | |
| I' m kickin' | |
| Them niggaz sellin' that weight, yeah, pluck them chickens | |
| Get it like ya give it, give it how ya live it | |
| And when I' m full a that spinach the 20 inches spinnin' | |
| When the revolva click back | |
| On the farilla my nigga ya don' t want that | |
| A mainside nigga but | |
| I' m West Coast' d out | |
| Pistol in my hand and a blunt in my mouth | |
| What is the stat you amount nigga? | |
| I' m about them | |
| G' s And blastin' on rats, we about that cheese | |
| From a Gass nigga, behind the mask, behind tha trigga | |
| Layin' ' em down, muhfucka what you figure? Chorus Verse 3: Lady Of Rage | |
| I' m not the | |
| Dogg Pound | |
| Gangsta crip | |
| But I' m that chick from the | |
| Dogg Pound | |
| Gangsta Click | |
| And I' m tha chick that' ll dog these wankstaz quick | |
| Big body on that | |
| Dogg Pound gangsta shit | |
| Now when I go bananas | |
| Ya' ll goin' need ta go get tha | |
| Sopranaz Any mob, any gang, wear the blue bandanaz | |
| Goin' let you know | |
| I bang straight from the gate | |
| See these flows fuck it up like it was a case a weight, now | |
| In ' n outta state, | |
| I Bend ' em outta shape, | |
| I Wipe ' em off my slate, | |
| I Clean ' em off my plate, | |
| I Squash these kids, eat ' em like sausages | |
| Roll, where my dogz at? | |
| Here' s a snausage? | |
| Here' s a treat | |
| For your appetite of lyrical roughness | |
| The toughtest, bustaz, still " can' t touch this." MC Hammer sample | |
| Fuck this shit, ya' ll must of forgotten | |
| I still give it to ya like | |
| I gave his only begotten, son | |
| Spit mo' shit than a little bit, huh? | |
| Whatever ha, | |
| I' m so raw | |
| I' m pissy drunk | |
| Punks jump up to get laid flat out | |
| Cause lyrically and literally | |
| Rage stay strapped | |
| It' s the big payback, so jump, if you' re feelin froggish and leap | |
| But I don' t just keep doggin' tha beat | |
| Kapeesh? Sweat the the technique that | |
| I just freaked | |
| I' m bringin' raw heat, have enough ta cook ya raw meat Chorus |