Murder Was The Case soundtrack

Snoop:<br>Hear ye, hear ye, come one come all<br>it`s the first annual G, nigga, and all my Doggs<br>are invited, so go and enlight it<br>cause it`s the first time in a long time (right)<br>Reminiscing about the Fresh Fest back in `85<br>when the dubs and the San Dieg`s used to hoo ride<br>on motherfuckers like it was the thing to do<br>eighty-five, eighty-fo`, eight-tray, in year eighty-two (eighty-two)<br>You know what the fuck I`m talking about<br>after party on the lake at the big homie`s house<br>And bet nobody bring a motherfucking gun<br>cause everybody in the house`s from two-one...<br><br>Tray Deee:<br>Twenty-first street, burst street, where it all started<br>and you know East Side, Long Beach, the hardest<br>Niggaz coming realer than The Real McCoy<br>so step with your rap and we bring the noise<br>It`s the gang of fly bitches, homiez on the switches<br>dice in the back if ya wanna get your riches<br>No snitches allowed inside the crowd<br>cause this is the G thang, East Side L.B.C. brang<br>In to have some fun represent two-one<br>and bet nobody bring a mothafucking gun and a...<br><br>Snoop:<br>Yeah, King Park was the location<br>and the bigga G that was my destination<br>(We were) lookin up to niggaz coming up before me<br>and L.B.C. into my East Side homies..... (It`s like)<br><br>Nobody can see you, but you (yeah, the East Side`s perfect)<br>Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, now that`s worth it)<br>Nobody can see you, but you (hell yeah, the East Side`s perfect)<br>Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, yeah, now that`s worth it)<br><br>tatatata.....<br><br>Snoop (Tray):<br>If ya bring a strap, then ya have to trip<br>(so if you`re on a mission nigga, go on and dip)<br>We got meat to eat, (freaks to meet)<br>and chronic we can smoke on, (if I ever get a loc on)<br>Strolling through the Park one day<br>puffing on a fat ass J. with my homie named Tray<br>Deee tryin` to see if we could put this LBC thing<br>back together like it was supposed to see<br><br>Tray:<br>Cause ya know I`m down with ya to make `em get the picture<br>and if I have to sit ya down then I spit ya<br>Game from the heart, I came from the start<br>see I was regulating when crackers was the daily`s<br><br>Snoop:<br>Nigga let me interact with my black croaker sacks*<br>And a gray golf hat tilted to the back (what`s up?)<br>Ditchin` Sunday school to get a pack of Now and Laters<br>While I`m rolling with the stealers and killin` with the raiders<br><br>Tray:<br>And when we bang with the Saints then we ain`t no joke<br>come around from outta bounds and we goes for broke<br>Now we`re breaking `em up (hmm hmm), shaking em up (yeah)<br>and just for a second we`re waking `em up<br>(continue) Giving up game on his tired ass feet<br>with a small dedication to two-one street