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[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
One, two, three and to the fo' Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do' Ready to make an entrance, so back on up (cause you know we're bout to rip shit up) Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble Ain't nuttin but a G thang, baaaaabay! Two loc'ed out niggaz so we're craaaaazay! Death Row is the label that paaaaays me! Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah!) But uhh, back to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let em understand from a young G's perspective And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive You never know she could be earnin her man and learnin her man -- and at the same time burnin her man Now you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it (YEAH!) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff [Dr. Dre and Snoop] It's like this and like that and like this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh It's like this and like that and like this and uh [Snoop] Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom [Dr. Dre] Well I'm peepin, and I'm creepin, and I'm creep-in But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin Now it's time for me to make my impression felt So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt You never been on a ride like this befo' with a producer who can rap and control the maestro At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick You know, and I know, I flow some ol funky shit to add to my collection, the selection symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke If you do, you'll have no clue on what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do [Dr. Dre and Snoop] It's like this and like that and like this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh It's like this [Dre] And who gives a fuck about those? [Snoop] So just chill, til the next episode {*funky sample break*} [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Fallin back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean Gettin funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P D O double-G Y, D O double-G, ya see Showin much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin hoes and clockin a grip like my name was Dolomite Yeah, and it don't quit I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin G shit (Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?) Gotta give em what they want (What's that, G?) We gotta break em off somethin (Hell yeah!) And it's gotta be bumpin (City of Compton!) [Dr. Dre] It's where it takes place so when asked, yo' attention Mobbin like a muh'fucker, but I ain't lynchin Droppin the funky shit that's makin the sucka niggaz mumble When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked My motherfuckin homie Doggy Dogg has got my back Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm slippin But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down Yeah, and you don't stop I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock But I'm never off, always on, to the break of dawn C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach Puttin the shit together Like my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better" [Dr. Dre and Snoop] Like this, that and this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh It's like this [Dre] And who gives a fuck about those? [Snoop] So just chill, til the next episode |
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Verse One: Kurupt
Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga Who am I? [It's Kurupt motherfucker] Do or die [We gives a fuck motherfucker] So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet Take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz I'm gonna grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!! Chorus: repeat 2X So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air And if you don't give a shit Like we don't give a shit Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air Verse Two: Daz, Kurupt Now on a one, two, three who could it be Comin with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three So ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on up And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up Now can't nobody see me here or there wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground Cuz ain't shit for sale in the Coupe with the beat flossin off gold D's And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap in your ass, for gettin us all fucked up Now check it, it's a callin for niggaz like Doggs who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin like hogs (Yes y'all) Walk the Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this Now how many bitches must get dick? Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre Cuz I grips mics, I rips mics in half Hoes be comin to my flat so I can tap that ass Chorus Verse Three: Kurupt You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick So what's happenin? I'm cappin shit up like a Western flick The kinpin of the clique, top notch 17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve the best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, cuz it's a murder fest I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we Another motherfucker, gettin served like some cavy Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac (plus I'm) rollin with two Glocks Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin shit the fuck up Slow your roll, like your legs was broken Who's jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc? Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe Runnin em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row Mediocre motherfuckers die cuz I'm servin it They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murderin [Smokin indo, look out my window I suppose] Yeah [Niggaz don't understand how we kicks diffrent flows] (I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich (Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched) [Drop to your knees like a dog in heat] Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques Chorus Verse Four: Rage Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm puttin my weight down And that's 175 pounds of beed beatin yo' ass down to the concrete Fool, act like ya know I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so What's a girl to do Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do? [Snoop] Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we don't care [Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga [Snoop] About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip bitch [Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga [Snoop] That's why I can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my [Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga [Snoop] The clique i'm with, don't give a sheeit, ya know why? [Dogg Pound] Real niggaz don't give a fuck Chorus |
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Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick
For those who don't like it, eat a dick But for those who with me, sing that shit As it go a little something like this Lodi Dodi, we likes to party We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody We're Just some niggaz who on the mic N' when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic (right) For all my Dogs keepin' y'all in health Just to see you smile N' enjoy yourself Cuz it's cool when ya cause a cozy conditionin' Which we create, cuz that's our mission So listen close to what we say Because this types of shit happens every day I Woke up around ten O'clock in the morning I gave myself a strech up (Ahhh...) A mornin' yawnin' Went to the bathroom to wash up I threw some soap on my face N put my hands up on a cup N' said ummm: 'Mirror mirror, on, the wall Who is the top dog of them all?' There was a rubble dubble, five minutes it lasted The mirror said, 'You are you conceited bastard' Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef So I slipped off my khakis N my gold leaf Used Oil of Olay, cuz my skin gets pale N' then I got the file, for my fingernails I'm true to the style on my behalf I put some bubbles in the tub so I can take a bubble bath Clean, dry, was my body N' hair I threw on my brand new doggy underwear For all the bitches I might take home I got the Johnson baby powder N' Cool Water cologne Now I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks Threw on my white sox with my all blue chucks Stepped out the house, stopped short, oh no I went back in, I forgot my indo Then I dilly (dally) I ran through a (alley) I bumped into this smoker named (Sally) from the (Valley) This was a girl playin' hard to get So I said 'What's wrong?' cuz she looked upset She said um: 'It's all because of you, I'm feelin' sad N' blue You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days I love you so, how much you'll never know Cuz you took your dope away from me A-huh, a-huh, a-huh...' Damn, now what was I to do? She's cryin' over me N' she was feelin' blue I said um: 'Don't cry, dry your eye N' here comes your mother with those two little guys' Her mean mother steps then says to me 'Hi!' Decked Sally in the face N' punched her in the (eye) Punched her in the belly N' stepped on her feet Slammed the child on the hard concrete The bitch was strong, the kids was gone Something was wrong I said, 'What was goin' on?' I tried to break up, I said, 'Stop it, just leave her!' She said, 'If I can't smoke none, she can't either' She grabbed my closely by my socks So I broke the hell out, N' I grabbed my sack of rocks But umm, they gave chase, they caught up quick They started cryin' on my shoes N' grabbin' my dick N' sayin'.... 'Why don't you give me a play So we can brake it down the Long Beach way N' if you give me that okay I'll give you all my love today Doggy, Doggy, Doggy, can't you see Somehow your words just hypnotize me N' I just love your jazzy ways Doggy Dogg, your love is here to stay' N' on N' on N' on she kept goin' The bitch been around before my mother's born I said, 'Cheer up!', so I gave her a hit I said, 'You can't have me, I'm too young for you, bitch!' She said, 'No you're not,' then she starts cryin' I says 'I'm nineteen', she says, 'Stop lyin'!' I says, 'I am, go ask my mother N' with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover' Yeah, uhh, tic toc you don't stop N' to the, ah tic toc N' you don't quit Yeah, tic toc N' ya don't stop, N' to the ah tic toc N' ya don't quit, biaaatch! |
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Intro: (*guy talking*)
(i'ma say this and i'ma gettin mine. if you ain't down for the africans Here in the united states, period point blank. if you ain't down for the Ones that suffer in south africa from apartheid and shit. devil you need to Step your punk ass to the side and let us brothers and us africans step in And start puttin some funk in that ass) Hook: Break em off sometin (x8) Chorus: I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why But livin in the city it's do-or-die *repeat* Verse 1: dat nigga daz They wonder where me bailin and don't really understand The reason why they take me life and me ? ? ? ? hand Me not out for peace and me not rodney king Me gun goes click, me gun goes bang Them riot in compton and them riot in long beach Them rion in they lakers and don't really wanna see Niggaz start to loot and police start to shoot Lock it down at seven o'clock, then again it's like beirut Me don't show no love cos it's us against them Them never ever love me cos it's sport to break de, And kill at my own risk if I may Delay to spray with my ak and put it to rest Interlude: (*news report*) (yes we have. there have been riots, ahh, rioting, well I don't wanna say Rioting but there's been looting downtown, but right now bree, what I want To show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the street) Bridge: (all) how many niggaz are ready to lose? (snoop) yeah, so what you wanna do? (dre) what you wanna do? (all) I said how many niggas are ready to lose (rbx) got myself an uzi and my brother a 9 Interlude: (*guy talking*) (nobody told us today, in otherwords, you're still a slave. no matter how Much money you got, you still ain't shit) Verse 2: dr. dre Sittin in my livin room calm and collected Feelin mad, gotta get mine respected Cos what I just heard broke me in half And half the niggaz I know, plus the niggaz on the row, is bailin Laugh now but cry much later Ya see when niggas get together they get mad cos they can't fade us Like my niggas from south central, los angeles They find that they couldn't handle us Bloods, crips on the same squad With the ese's thumpin, nigga it's time ta rob and mob (and break the white man off somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye I don't love dem so they can't love me) Yo straight puttin down gettin my scoot on Let's jump in off in compton so I gots ta get my loot on And come up on me some furniture or sometin Got a vcr In the back of my car That I ganked from the slauson swap meet And motherf**kers better not try to stop me Cos they will see that I can't be stopped Cos i'ma cock my glock and pop til they all drop Interlude: (*news report*) (there has been videotape and you can see of the, aah, some of the crowd Throwin things at the officers) (and swingin at them as well. like there was a young woman there. you see She took a swing at an officer with some object in her hand) Bridge Chorus Verse 3: rbx One-time trigger happy, no nigga love 187 time, time to grab the glove Can't get prints so a 9 I throw away Or get prints so my uzi witta spray Pop pop pop another motherf**ker drop And I get relived like *? bop bop says? * Smash, I crashed his head like a window I ain't no dead do', I'm high off the indo Creepin with the quickness to the cut Bust one to his head while he munches on that donut And cracker so now he best to back up I guess I gots ta pack up, fillin the clip up, I zip up- Town, the motherf**kin cops are all around Helicopters flyin These motherf**kers tryin To catch me and stretch me on death row But hell no's the poor black refuse to go Interlude: (*news report*) (this is now coverin a very, very wide area of los angeles where these Fires have been, aah, ignited. I mean, from here to the, aah, to the south End of south central is a long way) Hook Verse 4: daz The outcome of this is destruction so the more fall Niggaz don't give a f**k so tem bust and before Niggaz backin up three black shows No justice so they copied ya right And here I am again, me, turn the other cheek, me Be too many wigs got me 9 to my tights So me bust, flick cos he don't give a f**k And me don't give a f**kin of my problems In with their f**k f**k Outro: snoop doogy dogg Blak blam, blam to dem fall Listen to the shots from my nigga doggy dogg, biddy-bye Dr dre him bust gun shots Diggity daz and rbx them bust gun shots Come again! |
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Mista Grimm's 'Indo Smoke' plays in the background
Ay ay Jaycee Sup Aron? Ain't that Snoop Dogg over there? That that nigga with that blue coat on? Yeah Yeah oh yeah that's that nigga Nigga roll up on the side of him man Roll your window down Man hand me my motherfuckin Glock man gimme another clip Cuz I'm gonna smoke this fool Yeah roll the windows down Yeah, OK there you go Ay man, you Snoop Dogg? Snoop? Huh? Snoop Doggy Dogg? Man he's Snoop Dogg Man fuck that nigga!! *gun shots* Nigga man! Get that nigga man! Man get up fool man, get up man, don't be tryin to run man Get up on that fool man, I don't give a fuck What set you got now? Fuck you nigga! Yeah nigga, whassup? Nigga? Yeah motherfucker Yeah nigga, one less nigga Yeah nigga, youse a dead motherfucker now verse1) As I look up at the sky My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye My body temperature falls I'm shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin I stop breathin, damn I see deamons Dear God, I wonder can ya save me I can't die Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby I think it's too late for prayin, hold up A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin 'Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better' How long will I live? 'Eternal life and forever' And will I be, the G that I was? 'I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of So relax your soul, let me take control Close your eyes my son' My eyes are closed hook) Murder... murder was the case that they gave me Murder... murder was the case that they gave me verse2) I'm fresh up out my coma I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner It's gonna take a miracle they say For me to walk again and talk again but anyway I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet And everything that nigga said, came to reality Livin like a baller loc Havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke I bought my momma a Benz, and bought my Boo-Boo a Jag And now I'm rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad 'Just remember who changed your mind Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass mine' Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed Never have a want, never have a need They say I'm greedy but I still want mo' Cuz my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out) Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord, my soul to keep If I should die, before I wake I pray the lord, my soul to take verse3) No more indo, gin and juice I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose Shackled from head to toe 25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know them niggaz from the other side recognize my face Cuz it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair Niggaz stare as I enter the center They send me to a leval 3 yard, that's where I stay Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off Cuz you can't tell what's next My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo hook) Murder... murder was the case that they gave me Murder... murder was the case that they gave me |
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This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz Verse One: Freeze, at ease, now let me drop some more of them keys It's 19-9-tre so let me just play it's Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic, I'm back with Dr. Dre But this time I'ma hit yo' ass with a touch To leave motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up So sit back relax new jacks get smacked It's Snoop Doggy Dogg I'm at the top of the stack I don't lack for a second, and I'm still checkin The dopest motherfucker that ya hearin on the record it's me, ya see, S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-G-Y, the D-O-double-G I'm fly as a falcon, soarin through the sky And I'm high till I dizzie, rizzide So check it, I get busy, I make your head dizzy I blow up your mouth like I was Dizzy Gillespie I'm crazy, you can't phase me I'm the S oh yes, I'm fresh, I don't fuck with the stress I'm all about the chronic, bionic ya see Every single day, chillin with the D-O-double-G's P-O-U-N-D that's my clique, my crew Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up I thought ya knew, but yet and still Ya wanna get real, now it's time to peel, ya say chill and feel, the motherfuckin realism Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic i'm hittin hard as steel nigga Chorus Verse Two: How many hoes in your motherfuckin group Wanna take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, DeVille Chill, as i take you on a trip where them niggaz ride, and slide, you know about the East Side Niggaz like myself, here to show you where it's at With my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back Papers I stack daily, and Death Row is still the label that pays me but you know how that goes We flow toe for toe, if you ain't on the Row Fuck you and your hoe, really doe, so check it It's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip Still clockin grip, and really don't give a sheeit about nuttin at all, just my Doggs, steppin through the fog and i'm still gonna fade em all With the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin How many hoes in ninety-four will I be bangin? Every single one, to get the job done As I dip, skip, flip, right back to two one Where the sun be shinin and i be ryhmin It's me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and I'm climbin Chorus Verse Three: I come creepin through the fog with my saggin Dukes East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeBille I'm rollin with the G Funk, bumpin in my shit and it don't quit So drop it on the one motherfucker put together that set A nigga with a grip of that gangsta shit With the Eastside hoes on my motherfuckin dick And the Compton niggaz all about to set trip Swing it back, bring it back, just like this And if you with my shit, then blaze up another spliff And keep the motherfuckin blunt in your pocket loc Cuz Doggy Dogg is all about the zig zag smoke See it's a West coast thing, where I'm from And if you want some, get some, bad enough, take some But watch the gun by my side Because it represents me and the motherfuckin East Side So bow down to the bow wow, cause bow wow yippie yo, you can't see my flow My shit is dope, original, now you know And can't no hood fuck with Death Rizzow |
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Intro:
You're back now at the jack-off hour this is DJ, Eazy Dick On W-Balls, right now, somethin new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg And this one goes out to the ladies, from all the guys A big bow wow wow, cuz we gonna make it a little mystery here tonight, this is DJ Eazy Dick, on the station that slaps you across your fat ass, with a fat dick Verse One: Nate Dogg When I met you last night baby Before you opened up your gap I had respect for ya lady But now I take it all back Cause you gave me all your pussy And ya even licked my balls Leave your number on the cabinet And I promise baby, I'll give ya a call Next time I'm feelin kinda horny You can come on over, and I'll break you off And if you can't fuck, that day, baby Just lay back, and open your mouth Cause I have never met a girl That I love in the whole wide world Verse Two: Kurupt Well, if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch I'd always be broke I'd never have no motherfuckin indo to smoke I gets loced and looney, bitch you can't Do Me Do we like BBD, you hoochie groupie? I have no love for hoes That's somethin I learned in the pound so how the fuck am I supposed to pay this hoe, just to lay this hoe I know the pussy's mines, I'ma fuck a couple more times And then I'm through with it, there's nothing else to do with it Pass it to the homie, now you hit it Cause she ain't nuthin but a bitch to me And y'all know, that bitches ain't shit to me i gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention Approach it with a different proposition, I'm Kurupt Hoe you'll never be my only one, trick ass beeeitch! Chorus: (repeat 4X) It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg Guess who back in the motherfuckin house With a fat dick for your motherfuckin mouth Hoes recognize, niggaz do too Cuz when bitches get skanless and pull a voodoo What you gon do? You really don't know So I'd advise you not to trust that hoe Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch Knowin damn well, I'm too caught up with my grip Now as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga named Snoop Doggy, I'm all the above I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes But see, it ain't no fun, if my homies can't get a taste of it Cause you know I don't love em Verse Four: Warren G Whoa! Hey, now ya know, inhale, exhale with my flow One for the money, two for the btiches Three to get ready, and four to hit the switches In my Chevy, six-fo' Rad to be exact With bitches on my side, and bitches on back So back up bitch cuz i'm strugglin, so get off your knees and then start jugglin these motherfuckin nuts in your mouth It's me, Warren G the nigga with the clout Whoo! Chorus |
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Who Am I (What's My Name)?
Snoop Doggy Dooog (Da bomb) Snoop Doggy Dooog (Dog!) From the depths of the sea, back to the block Snoop Doggy Dogg, funky, yes the the the Doc(?) Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same Long Beach is the spot where I served my cane Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don't lose your grip Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to fuck up shit So I ain't holdin' nuttin' back N' mothafucka, I got five on the twenty sack It's like that N' as a matter of fact (Rat-tat-tat-tat) Cuz I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back (Yeah, so peep out the manuscript You see that it's a must we drop gangsta shit) What's my mothafuckin' name? Chorus: Snoop Doggy Dooog (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Snoop Doggy Dooog (Da bomb) It's the bow to the wow, creepin' N' crawlin' Yiggy yes y'allin', Snoop Doggy Dogg in The mothafuckin' house like everyday Droppin' shit with my nigga, Mr. Dr. Dre Like I said, niggaz can't fuck with this N' niggaz can't fuck with that Shit that I drop cuz ya know it don't stop Mr. 1-8-7 on a mothafuckin' cop Tic toc, never the Glock, just some nuts N' a cock Robbin' mothafuckaz, then I kill dem blood cloths Then I step through the fog N' I creep through the smog Cuz I'm Snoop Doggy (Who?) Doggy (Whaaat?) Doggy (Dog) Snoop Doggy Dooog Snoop Doggy Dooog (Da bomb)... Now just throw your hands in the mothafuckin' air N' wave the mothafuckaz like ya just don't care Yeah Roll up the dank N' pour the drank N' watch your step (Why?) Cuz Doggy's on the gank My bank roll's on swoll My shit's on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll With the Dogg Pound right behind me N' up in yo bitch is where ya might find me Layin' that, playin' that G Thang She want the nigga with the biggest nuts, N' guess what? He is I N' I am him, slim with the tilted brim What's my mothafuckin' name? Snoop Doggy Dooog (Da bomb) Snoop Doggy Dooog Snoop Doggy Dooog (Da bomb) Snoop Doggy Dooog (Dog!) |
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Poppin, stoppin, hoppin like a rabbit When I take the nina Ross ya know I gota ta have it I lay back in the cut retain myself Think about the shit, and I'm thinkin wealth How can I makes my grip And how should I make that nigga straight slip Set trip, gotta get him for his grip as i dip around the corner, now i'm on a-nother mission, wishin, upon a star Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar In the back of the limo no demo, this is the real Breakin niggaz down like Evander Holyfield, chill to the next Episode I make money, and I really don't love hoes Tell ya the truth, I swoop in the Coupe I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops But now I, make, hits, every single day With, that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot It's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop Verse Two: Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is Snoop Dogg on the mic i'm about as crazy as Biz Markie, spark the, chronic bud real quick And let me get into some fly gangsta shit Yeah, I lay back, stay back in the cut Niggaz try to play the D-O-G like a mutt I got a little message, don't try to see Snoop I'm fin to fuck a bitch, what's her name it's Luke You tried to see me, on the TV, youse a B.G. D-O-double-G, yes I'ma O.G. You can't see my homey Dr. Dre So what the fuck a nigga like you gotta say Gotta take a trip to the MIA And serve your ass with a motherfuckin AK You, can't, see, the D-O-double-G, cuz that be me i'm servin um, swervin in the Coupe The Lexus, flexes, from Long Beach to Texas Sexist, hoes, they wanna get witht his Cuz Snoop Dogg is the shit, beeeitch! Verse Three: Ahhhh, I'm somewhat brain boggled So I look to the microphone and slowly start to wobble Grab it, have it, stick it to the plug It's Snoop, Doggy, I got a got a fat dub Sack of the chronic in my back pocket loc Need myself a lighter so I can't take a smoke I toke everyday, I loc everyday With the P-O-U-N-D and my nigga Dr. Dre Lay back in the cut, like I told your ass Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast I got a little cousin by the name of Daz And bitches who fuck him, gimme the ass Cuz they know about the shit that we be goin through And they know about the shit that I be puttin up And they be knowin bout the shit I do when I'm on the mic Cause Snoop Dogg is Trump tight like a virgin, the surgeon Is Dr. Drizzay, so lizzay, and plizzay With D-O-double-Gizzay the fly human being seein No I'm not European bein all I can When I put the motherfuckin mic in my hand, and You don't understand when i'm kickin Cuz Snoop is on the mic and I gets wicked, follow me Listen to me, cuz I do you like you wanna be done Snoop Doggy Dogg on this three two one, umm Dum, diddy-dum here I come With the gat and the guitar was strung, I'm not that lunatic nigga who you thought I was When I caught you slippin, I'm gon catch you then I peel your cap Snapped back, relax Ya better not be slippin with them deez on the '83 Cadillac So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G's up hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this |
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Chiggie check, microphone check two...
Chiggie check, microphone check three... Check game from the notorious compton g Back with some shit that gots to bump As a pull up in the park you pops the trunk Just to floss you like a motherfuker, clownin' their shit Gots the dana's on your hootie and your fly ass bitch Throw off, go off, show off, I take that hoe If she proper, i'ma pop her the hole hopper It's back on the track With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sack So daz, step up on the ass And give these motherf**kers a blast from the past Diggidy daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote With my nigga d-r-e, so you know I must be dope But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass Startin' static with dre, make way for the ak That I bring as I slang like cavy Not from kris kross but they call me mac daddy Had he not known about the city I'm from Long beach, tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back Here I come, stompin' in my kakhi suit Bg from the hood can f**k eastwood God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling But did you raise up all this nuts? Cause dr. drizzay's about to rizzip shit up Chiggie check, microphone check one... Chiggie check, microphone check two... Chiggie check, microphone check three... You tuned to the sounds of the d-r-e... Now check me out, it's back to the old school Where the niggaz get their strap on, don't nobody cap on Slap on some d-r-e Or some funky ass shit by the d-o-double g-y-d-o-double g Real g'z who drop k's, protect these n-u-t, so nigga please Peep out my manuscript You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit Byitch!! So recognize game from the gangsta Thangs will remain the same until I change 'em It's real easy to see... So you can check sounds from nate d-o-double g... I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherf**kin street... I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherf**kin street... I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherf**kin street... I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherf**kin street... I heard you wanna f**k with dre... You picked the wrong, motherf**kin day... Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow... Let me know if you think you can fade death row... I heard you wanna f**k with dre... You picked the wrong, motherf**kin day... Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow... Let me know if you think you can fade death row... I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherf**kin street... I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherf**kin street... |
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