Gangstas Don't Live That Long

[Intro: Snoop Dogg and (Mr. Porter)] Alright I'm ready Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'... For life, for life.... (I like that) Gangsta shit (We gon') Real smooth, you dig? The big boss dogg Snoop d-o-double-g (See you niggas on [?]) [Hook: Mr. Porter] Cause my life's worth more than The money that ya' live and die for And where I'm from my nigga you get shot For sellin' out your man when he the reason you got on (I ain't trippin') You know they say, that gangsters don't live that long But how can I be here homes if I wasn't real-ly that strong I pro'ly should be long gone Tell me (Tell me, tell me, tell me) [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Tell me, what does it take to be dangerous Everytime I look around, the game steady changin' From coast to coast, rearranging Them boys out west, we insist to keep it bangin' (Westside) Ah yeah, we maintaining, burnin' up the charts, we spark, now we blazin' My young home boy, he amazing The cookie, rookie, shook him and took him And now he famous (wow) Couldn't quite picture that, wonder what he fishin' at Now ya talkin' bout this and that But pass that loc, I don't diss no mo' I make number one hits, you know Believe me, I make it look easy You wanna know how to do it, then watch Snoop Deezie [Hook] [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, cuz, the game won't wait up Dismissed all the beef and shook all the haters And took on the new routine Started coaching youth football to go straight clean Like mean Joe Green, I step on the scene They want an autograph and a picture, you know what I mean? (nah mean?) I get to 'em, nigga, don't ask why I'm real to my people, that's just how I ride Yeah, since I slid in the do', I been at this Some gangsta mack shit, but I did it with practice Yeah, yeah, y'all know I get actin' I live to learn, teach to reach my status Top of the charts, have heart, have money To have money, you gotta have heart [Hook] [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] It's been thirteen years, no pain, no tears Respected by all my peers No matter where I'm posted at, my hands stay close to that Ratta da dat dada dadat dadat And as a matter of fact, no beef on the streets No black on black. We gon' be all on one track So I fall in ride or get lost in the pack It's like that, fo' real, we ain't bluffin' Right now it's West Coast or nothin' I'll push that line and in due time Y'all gon' respect this cause out here, fool, we rhyme Oh, yeah, we bang, but right now it ain't time So put away yo' nine, an' fall in line (Tell 'em why) [Hook]