Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n? Dis big Snoop Dogg Leave your name and your number at the motherfuckin beep If dis one of my hoes, two-way me
Ay ay Snoop whattup? This your nigga Dre Ay man I was thinkin I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin album So check it out, put this on there: All you motherfuckin haters out there, can suck my motherfuckin dick! And we still smokin, what?!
*For the nigga who be talkin loud and holdin his dick Talkin shit, he better LAY LOW For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better LAY LOW For the niggaz who be claimin my hood and really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOW I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin and I won't do a thing, really HOPE SO!
Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say so Limo tint rollin deep like the President See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (beitch) I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin this Whatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch it Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records Unseen but well heard, do not disturb The only reason you alive cause I ain't sent the word I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge from the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke I bring the worst from the L.B.C. Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say From the "World's Most Dangerous Group" - N.W.A Ay, ay
Our rise, it was no surprise I always knew these fools would trip Hatin, fakin, schemin on mine and on the down low talkin shit Best move cause I refuse to lose no matter which damn road I choose So lay low cause you might be bruised Top story on the evening news I ain't for games, so if you wanna play 'em lay low Lay down on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know That's what I came fo'
Where that nigga who be talkin shit? He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin the tits Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin to take her home Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong
Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with? The same click he came with and made the game flip Now niggaz grow they hair, hope they stayin act hard That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on
Whassup pimpin? It's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but loot They call me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got but they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta It's, No Limit til I D-I-E C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be
[Tupac:] They'll never take me alive I'm gettin' high with my four-five, Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus, I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust, But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame? Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain, So I'm hopeless, Rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry, I'm about to crash up on the curb, 'cause my visions blurry Maybe if they tried to understand me, What should I do? I had to feed my fuckin' family, What else could I do? But be a thug, Out slangin' with the homies, Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the clubs, Got my mind on danger, Never been a stranger to homicide, My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys, Why do we die at an early age? He was so young, But still a victim of the 12 gauge, My memories of a corpse, Mind full of sick thoughts, IIIIIIIIIII And I ain't goin' back to court, So fuck what you thought, I'm drinkin' hennessey, runnin from my enemies, Will I live to be 23? There's so much pain.
(Chorus)
Ohhhh.... Tired of the Strain and the Pain Ohhhh.... Tired of the Strain and the Pain
[Big Stretch:] Years and years of that rough life, Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid and growin' tough with a knife, Livin' trife on the regular, Buckin' out competitors, See them take a move and check em down like a fuckin' predator, Get in trouble everyday in school, Act a fool, And you know I had to break every rule, Showin' off for the bitches, 'cause I had the mad rep', So I had to watch my back when it was time to step, But my grimiest grimeys with love for me, Pop, pop, pop And send a chuckle up above for me, Aiiyo currency kept passin' me by, But I didn't cry, Broke and head off with the pack and started sellin' coke, And now the money's lookin' lovely, Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rob me, Kick 'em the game, It's all the same, I kick it back yo, Give 'em slack yo, And now they label me the mack yo, People check it, Get disrespected if you front on the Birdman, You heard man, Catch a couple shots from the glock in my hand, Damn! At least I'm realistic, with my biscuit, You know you get your ass twisted, So run for cover, Me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust, So if your on nigga look for the gauge to bust, A lot of pressure with the street fame, It's a deep game, And my mama always cryin', Yo there's so much pain,
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Ohhhh... Ohhhh...
[Tupac:] They got me mobbin' like I'm, Loc'ed and ready to get my slug on, I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on, I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me, Trust, I got my glock cocked playa if they press me, Bust on motherfuckers with a - paaassion, Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin', I'm a nuttin, drinkin' Hennessey and gettin' high, On the lookout for my enemies, Don't wanna die, Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major, A buck-fifty across the face with my razor, What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone, Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong, These sorry bastards, Want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see, And everyday it's just a struggle, Steady thuggin' on the streets, And I'll be ballin' loc, Don't let 'em make you worry, Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried, I was born to raise hell, A nigga from the gutta, Word to mutha I'm tough, I'm kickin dust up, Ready to bust, I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean, Until they kill me, I'll be livin this life, I know you feel me, There's so much pain
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Ohhh... Tired of the Strain and the Pain Ohhh... Tired of the Strain and the Pain Ohhh... Tired of the Strain and the Pain Ohhh... Tired of the Strain and the Pain
(Pac) Yeah, clear enough for ya. Why niggas look mad. y'all supposed to be happy I'm free. Y'all niggaz look like you wanted me to stay in jail Cold bustas.
Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz. I got no love for these niggas, There's no need to be friends. They got me under survailance. That's what somebody be tellin' me. Know theres dope being sold, but I ain't the one sell'in Don't want to be another number. I got a proper gang of weed to keep from goin under. The federales wanna see me dead. Niggas put prices on my head. Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed. I feed em lead. Now on release. How will I live? Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did? To feed kids. One life to live. It's so hard to be positive When niggas shootin at your crib. Mama, I'm still thuggin' The world is a war zone. My homies is inmates And most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man Still scheming on ways to put some green inside the palms Of my empty hands. Just picture me rollin'. Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen. My dreams is scensored. My hopes are gone. I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone. My nerves is wrecked. Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen. Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin. Picture me rollin.
Can you see me now Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture Can you see it? Picture me rollin. Yeah nigga Eh, but peep how my nigga Syke duke do it. Guess who's back?
(Syke) I got keys comin from overseas. Cost a nigga 200 G's. I'm a street comando. Nino for example. This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle. So I got to floss cuz I'm more like a boss playa. Thug granted to be a women layer So many playa haters, imitaters steady swangin. Make me wanna start bank bangin. So I'm caught up in the game. Let's go change. Packin 40 glocks. Contain or rearrange. All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies While I'm sippin on remy. In front of black lacs, chevies on the roam. 96 big bodies sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, Stone facing is on. You can admire but don't look too long. I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin. It's hard to imagine. Picture me rollin.
(Danny Boy) Picture, picture me, picture me rollin Rollin, picture me rollin Wheelin, picture me rollin in Picture me yea yeah
(CPO) I gots to get the fuck up in. Formulate a caper. Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper. My bitch fin to have a bastard, see? So I need to hit a lick, drastically. I see some ballin ass niggas and they slippin in my spot And, uh, diggin their plots. Check in the park, Pac.
(Pac) We caught em sleepin. He didnt peep two niggas creepin. This how we do it every weekend And I dump for madness(?) It's time to count the profit. CPO, we got the bomb spot. Nigga, time to clock it. I get the liquor and you could get the females. This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales.
(CPO) Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9. I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine. Now we satisfied. Got the pockets on swollen. Boss hog and this Pac nigga. Picture us rollin.
(Pac) Heh, heh, heh. Y'all ready for me? Picture me rollin roll call. You know there's some mother fuckers out there I just could not forget about. I wanna make sure they can see me. Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities, All you bitch asses. Can you niggas see me from there? Ballin on yo mark ass. Heh, ha ha! Picture me rollin, baby. Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks, I told yall niggas when I come home it's on. That's right nigga, picture me rollin Oh, I forgot....the DA(district attorney) Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court. Can the ho see me from here? Can you see me, ho? Picture me rollin'. And all you punk police, can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin' nigga, legit. Free like OJ all day You can't stop me. You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker. Noope, Pain, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme Can you picture us rollin? Can you see me ho? Is y'all ready for me . We up out this bitch. Any time y'all wanna see me again, Rewind this track right here, close your eyes And picture me rollin.
[Mystikal] Well bitch I'm country as cowboy boots I debut beating boy band groups Nigga let me know what the fuck yall wanna do You need to keep up but you can't, can't Mildew or barbeque! Cracker do your thang! Dang I ain't here for the no dumb shit You demo while I'm the harders nigga lyrics of the drum kick And when it's finished over and done with Imma smoke a blunt and knock the pussy off some bitch! I ain't no speedy and you said I beat too much I ain't gon eat it and you ain't gon drown me and I pound it enough They see me leavin with the big butt women Women walking funny pussy up in her stomach Sittin in the front cause the tv's runnin Peanut butter leather seat with "Big Truck " on it I musta kidnapped a nigga main honey, cause I heard em hollin "Hold on baby I'm coming"
{Chorus}
We hushed those (sssh) who ever thought we would get this far But bitch I told you-Tarantula_ so do what you 'spoed to-Tarantula Guve me brains stop lookin' strange bitch shit changed It's just lilke I told you-Tarantula- came up like I 'm sposed to
[Mystikal]
And I'm known as the black prince of the south So wop-ba-ba-lo-bop bitch watch out I make ya mamma shake a tail feather Don't tell ya daddy that I'm here cause you know it make him feel threatened Go get ya dexy dress to turn me on While he down ther quotin Betty Wright, I know you not gon to sing that song I hit the charts and never move off or homie cool off Before you nose look like Rudolf I give it to em and this bitch can't handle it Well ugly jealous mutha fucka this shits jammin Ridiculous amounts of raw uncut talent On top of bass strings and piano They callin me big bucks no whammies This year I'm sceaming Jive Records Big Truck god dammit It's fight and never get to move Rank: CEO/rapper/fool
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I'm fixin to blow up like the jaws of Dizzy Gillepsie Heavnes to Betsy Julio Iglesias counldn't our-rock me Speedy Gonzales couldn't come catch me The grammy-nominated Especially... The Soul Train Award Winner Call me Black Elvis Preslely
You Probably can't keep up with what you see me on Either 106 & Park, Queen Latifah, Chris Rock or Jenny Jones Knock down buildings chop downs trees I kick so fuckin hard they say, Yous Japanese I'm up in the millions cause if what I invent Look at ya over there with ya seatbelt light your're approachin your descent A.k.a "The Tarantula" Hot rymes coming from a canister I'm keeping my fans something to brag on These people in here ain't leaving to I finish my fuckin last song Bitch walk a barbarian Tall dark and cut and keep them fuckin hoes starin Tarantual
[Snoop Dogg] Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n? Dis big Snoop Dogg Leave your name and your number at the motherfuckin beep If dis one of my hoes, two-way me
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[Dr. Dre] Ay ay Snoop whattup? This your nigga Dre Ay man I was thinkin I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin album So check it out, put this on there: All you motherfuckin haters out there, can suck my motherfuckin dick! And we still smokin, what?!
[Chorus: Nate Dogg] For the nigga who be talkin loud and holdin his dick Talkin shit, he better LAY LOW For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better LAY LOW For the niggaz who be claimin my hood and really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOW I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin and I won't do a thing, really HOPE SO!
[Snoop Dogg] Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say so Limo tint rollin deep like the President See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (beitch) I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate
Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin this Whatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch it Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records Unseen but well heard, do not disturb The only reason you alive cause I ain't sent the word I flip, faster than birds , Snoop Dogg will emerge from the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke I bring the worst from the L.B.C. Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say From the "World's Most Dangerous Group" - N.W.A Ay, ay
[Butch Cassidy] Our rise, it was no surprise I always knew these fools would trip Hatin, fakin, schemin on mine and on the down low copy shit Best move cause I refuse to lose no matter which damn road I choose So lay low cause you might be bruised Top story on the evening news I ain't for games , so if you wanna play 'em lay low Lay down on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know That's what I came fo'
[Goldie Loc - Eastsidaz] Where that nigga who be talkin shit? He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin the tits Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin to take her home
Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong
[Tray Deee - Eastsidaz] Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with? The same click he came with and made the game flip Now niggaz grow they hair, hope they stayin act hard That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P] Whassup pimpin? It's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but loop They call me Jack Hannah for all the red I got but they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta It's, No Limit til I D-I-E C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be
Man, you got me goin crazy baby Feel like I'm losin my mind
*Feels like I'm losin control, and I don't even know Girl you hurt me oh so bad cause I love you so, hey But it don't matter now, I'm doin better now Whatever you do, bitch, will come back to you, bitch Heeeeeeey, hey; heeeeeeey, hey Heeeeeeeeeeeey, hey; heeeeeeey, hey
(Soopafly * overlapping chorus) I was in love at times I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes I was in love at times I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes Now who would ever think that I wanted a home Three kids and a wife, never be alone A dog in the front yard and that picket fence Havin somethin on the side? It didn't make sense
I'm a family man sportin a weddin band
I heard them niggas on your pager didn't give a damn I gave you eighty percent of all my trust in you The other twenty was cool, cause we gon' make it through
The homies said she got my mind blew in, blew in
I told that nigga like Chris Tucker, "Don't worry about what the FUCK I be doin'" We was makin chemistry, but who is he? And how dis nigga know the deal about you and me?
I fell to my knees and asked the girl "Why?"
She looked at my eyes with no reply So I cried, I was in love at times I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes
*Repeat
(Snoop Dogg * overlapping chorus) I was in love at times I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes I was in love at times I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes I was in love at times They say "Game Don't Wait" huh Warren G? Well the game better wait for me I'm spendin my time while I'm writin these rhymes In the Hills for real, sippin wines, girl you'se a dime Got me losin my mind Well if lovin you is a crime I'm down to do my time Lock me up and throw away the key I once told that "This was the way love was meant to be" I see you with me forever We can do things that you never, thought you coulda Up out the hood-uh, is where I took you, never overlooked you I can't believe that you shook to another spot And left me cold, now I'm hot I'm tryin to find you, what am I to do? I gave you everything that you needed
*Repeat
(Snoop Dogg * overlapping chorus) Took it for granted, shit, I'm cool now What goes around, comes around
I was in love at times I was in love at times I was in love at times I was in love at times
You know what girl I mean.. I was in love with you and you did me like that But you know what they say? What goes around comes around
How could, how could, you do me wrong? You be messin up my songs (my songs) Now a nigga must move on (I gave you) Gave love, and you just, straight played on me (on me) Had a nigga sick for weeks (for weeks) Now I must begin my streak (I was in love at times..)
