[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
West Coast, it's time to stand up, nigga
We gon' unite 'round this motherfucker one time
I'm callin' every real Crip nigga
And every real B-Dog, to the table right now
Yeah, we gon' push a real line right now
See if y'all with this real gangsta guerrilla shit
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Have you ever seen 100,000 Rip Ridas from this side?
Blue Chucks, blue rags, grey clouds, blue skies
On the move, can't lose, Hill Street Blues
Niggas gotta pay they dues on the crews or with the UZI spray
These suckas then I cruise, (Phew)
My granny saw it on the news (What?)
She shook up, look up and then she put me on the move
I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
'Cause the homies had the loop-loop that night, at King Park
And I got into a squab, got caught, and went to jail
Straight to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
480 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said "Trip Dogg, ya better get right, Crip right
Eyes open 'cause niggas get stuck on seez-ight"
It ain't no motherfuckin' problem - pop-pop, tick-tock
Never flip-flop, 20 Crippin' til I drop
[Chorus]
Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip
Su-woop, su-woop, su-woop, su-woop
Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip
Su-woop, su-woop, su-woop, su-woop
Ca-rip
[Verse 2: The Game]
Is I, in the motherfuckin' S-5
With the red bandana double knotted 'round the rearview
Niggas see clear through, they know that it's Game
Cherry red Lowenharts let 'em know that I bang
So bang, like Snoop in "Deep Cover"
I got the seat reclined, fo-five under the white-T, smothered
Dippin' down Green Leaf, I ain't got no enemies
Been shot five times, now I bleed Hennessy
And bang for my niggas locked up, they can't stop us
It ain't a gangsta party 'til we go and dig Pac up
I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on
Huey P. Newton with Air Force Ones on
I gangbang but I'm the opposite of Tookie Williams
Red Lambo', red bandana print ceiling
Me and Snoop got the West Coast locked
Red and blue rag tied in a knot
With all my motherfuckin' homies yellin' out
[Chorus]
Su-woop, su-woop, su-woop, su-woop
Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip
Su-woop, su-woop, su-woop, su-woop
Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip
Ca-rip
[Verse 3: The Game]
I ran outta gas in Long Beach, I'm stuck
Ain't no Bloods and all I see is blue Chucks
Hopped out the '6-trey, nowhere to go
Til' Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steeler '6-4
We just dippin', one Bloodin', one Crippin'
I'm on that Bulls shit, throwback Scott' Pippen
Moral is, my bandana hangin' from the left side
So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood, just throw up Westside
(What up, Blood?)
[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, Cuz, we just tippin'
Me and Game doin' thangs, switchin' lanes, Hurricanes on my feet
Stop, and C-Walk to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street (Eastside)
Eastside LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out (Slide out), we rip and ride out
Let it C known, nigga, welcome to the Thunderdome
[Chorus]
Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip
Su-woop, su-woop, su-woop, su-woop
Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip
Su-woop, su-woop, su-woop, su-woop
Ca-rip
Su-woop, su-woop, su-woop, su-woop