[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]

I keep it true to the streets, gangsta walkin' on beats

Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat

Out here it's a jungle sometimes

But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine

(No they won't get mine)

[W.C.]

More figgas, more niggas, more triggas

It's a celebration bitches, pour some more liquor

Niggas sizin' my chain like I'm a hip-hop award nigga

But I'm a go to war nigga, knock on your door nigga

Tint windows, new music thumpin', bumpin'

Maneuverin' through in a new somethin'

Caught in the middle playin' dodgeball, dodgin' the law

And these jealous niggas can't wait to watch me fall

L.A. gang related and full of hatred

The game of success is fucked up and loc I'mma play it

And if a nigga get in the way of my dividends I ain't givin' in

I'm dippin' and puttin' a dot on his head like a Indian

And I ain't hold nathin' back, but the clip to make your wig leak

Wrong move and I'll spit it like pig feet

And I ain't movin' for you lames

Way too many dudes in this game - Butch Cassidy, sing

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]

I keep it true to the streets, gangsta walkin' on beats

Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat

Out here it's a jungle sometimes

But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine

(No they won't get mine)

I keep it true to the streets

Gangsta walkin' on beats

Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat

Out here it's a jungle sometimes

But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine

(No they won't get mine)

[W.C.]

Killa Cali, where niggas will grill ya

Full of them killers, got me loadin' the lead with my steel up

And fuckin' with mine will get ya blasted on site

In a game of dominos with 2Pac and Biggie in the afterlife

Live and die for the paper, in this West Coast line

I'll push it like a vagina with labor

And I ain't ready to leave, ain't lettin' it be

Ain't no better than me, nigga this gangsta shit is embedded in me

I don't rap to rap, I rap for niggas throwin' middle fingers

To District Attorneys, leave you twitchin' on that gurney

Dub bust like a Beretta nine, for weather or shine

And I ain't goin' nowhere cuz, I'm gettin' better with time

I'mma stay West Coast and with my feet planted

I won't fuck y'all, just like Jermaine Dupri did Janet

I'm a bogard till they put my W handprint

Next to the tall Rent-A-Star on the boulevard nigga

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]

I keep it true to the streets, gangsta walkin' on beats

Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat

Out here it's a jungle sometimes

But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine

(No they won't get mine)

I stay true to the game, G shit remains

Out here on the West ain't nothin' changed

Daily they be peelin' them caps

And that's a fact so I gotta stay strapped

(No they won't get mine)

(No they won't get mine)

[Snoop Dogg]

Yes I'm blown

The Teflon Don, get cracked and I'm right back home

Hmm, they wanna take my snaps

Take my game, my name and my contracts

Fuck that, I'm too smooth, too cool to bounce

I'm a bad mutha (Snoop Dogg shut yo' mouth!)

I've been wanted, convicted, simplistic, mystic and tricky

Drank and dank with this West Coast gangsta shit I'm kickin'

(Snoop Dogg!) I keep a bag of the purple

W.C. on me, I'm in the Maad Circle

Payin' dues, liftin' weights to get strong, ain't nothin'

Goin' on but the funky song, walkin' through the warzone

Get ya gone, out of town nigga got robbed

At the BET Awards and he think I know the source

But again it's gon' cost, livin' in the land of the lost

Bigg Snoop Dogg, get your cross cause I'm the Bo$$

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]

I keep it true to the streets, gangsta walkin' on beats

Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat

Out here it's a jungle sometimes

But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine

(No they won't get mine)

I keep it true to the streets, gangsta walkin' on beats

Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat

Out here it's a jungle sometimes

But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine

(No they won't get mine)

(No they won't get mine)

(No they won't get mine)