Snoop Dogg - Greatest Hits [compilation] (2001) by Snoop Dogg (보컬) on maniadb.com

[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

Chorus:
You remind me of somebody
I used to know, I used to know

Snoop ***talkin w/ chorus***
Ya'll ain't even gonna believe this shit man
Remember that bitch I had
That little light skined bitch
Yea this bitch was a trip
You know how she loved to sucked a niggas dick
Every once in a while this bitch got to the point to
Where she thought she was gonna be getting
Some here and there
I told her I wasnt tryin to have that
and the bitch wipped out
So check this out

Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg

I'm at home, layin low
Everything is everything watin on my hoe
I know its hard to imagne yet a nigga on my status
Had a night like tonight look here I'm glad
Came to an end
My girlfriend slid into the bedroom with a women
Come in, is what she said closed the door and jumped in the bed
Baby would of gave a nigga head insted of flippin and trippin
I run along with the PG, hm
and that's on DP
I mean what could I say, what could I do
Anything I say and do is a catch 22
and I knew I had a clue
Of some type of suspion
Tuesday night when I see you up a peanuts fishin'
I wasnt really trippin
At first I wasn't gonna go dippin
Then I said dame look at all these bitches
I went inside couldnt believe my eyes
Snatch up four fly bitches, time to ride
Tell by the earl pull the Bently in front
Hit me with a G thang, fuck a blunt
Ridin at the highway, thangs going my way
Tell the bitches that be goin to my place
Fellin like Teddy Pendagrass on the freeway
Get my dicked knocked off, in a G way
Yea they know the program its a set
and lovin each other and lovin my dick
It's a trip but I don't see nothin wrong with it
So you could work your thang would you Snoop
and I'm sip this drank, thank and recoop
Cuz when you close the bar down
you know what {you know what}
Baby you a star know

Hook 2X: Snoop w/ chorus
I can't fuck no head doctor
I don't give a fuck even if the bitch is proper
She might be cute, she might be thick
but she will get G'd if she don't suck dick

Verse Two: Swoop G

Man I wanted the fly
When it come to what these women say
You know I'm the coldest
Cuz I spit that shit you niggas thank
Like proper, pimpin', prevence for preformances
I have the baddest bitch go get my grip
Go walk the strips, her ten toes touch the payment for mine
You know the time, cuz when it's time to make the payment of mine
My bitch grind, make that G's stack come back and gimme that
All of that proper amount yea, my full count
and know she wants to have sex with me
I told her please sell my piece make my portion a fee
and I'm put you in position for victory
As long as you follow directions carefully
So I flossed her a month, nephew you know whats up
I keep a bad broad servin that raw and uncut
So I send her up in peanuts for the trickin
She ran in this nigga and some bitches
Who talkin bout he gone pay in a real way
No more be said, break off the big heads
and you can get that, hit that, and spit that
Boss up muthafucka and you can pimp that

Hook: Swoop G w/ chorus
I can't fuck no head doctor
I don't give a fuck even if the bitch is proper
She might look cute, she might be thick
but she fuck with Swoop
The bitch gon get pimped

I can't fuck no head doctor
I don't give a fuck even if the bitch is proper
She mignt look cute, she might be thick
but she fuck with Swoop
So you know she gettin' pimped

**Snoop & {Swoop} talkin**

Hook 2X: Snoop w/ chorus
I can't fuck no head doctor
I don't give a fuck even if the bitch is proper
She might be cute, she might be thick
but she will get G'd if she don't suck dick

With so much drama in the
L B C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop
D O double G
But I somehow some way
Keep comin up with funky ass shit
like every single day
May I
kick a little something for the
G and
make a few ends as
I breeze through
Two in the mornin and the
party's still jumpin cause
my momma ain't home
I got
bitches in the living room
gettin it onand
they ain't leavin til
six in the mornin
So what you wanna do
sheee it I got a pocket full of
rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and
close the doors
But but what
we don't love them hoes
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G up hoes down while you
mother fuckers bounce to this
Rollin down the street
smokin indo
sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
with my mind on my money and
my money on my mind
Rollin down the street
smokin indo
sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
with my mind on my money and
my money on my mind
I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups
but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit
happens all the time
You got to get yours
but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine
when you listenin to the
D O G
I got the cultivating
music that be captivating
ho listens
to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle
of the street and
get to mackin to this
bitch named Sadie
She used to be the homeboy's lady
Eighty degrees
when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N U T
cause you gets none of these
At ease
as I mob with the dogg
Pound feel the breeze beeeitch
Rollin down the street
smokin indo
sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
with my mind on my money and
my money on my mind
Rollin down the street
smokin indo
sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
with my mind on my money and
my money on my mind
Later on that day
My homey Dr Dre came
through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J
of some bubonic chronic that
made me choke
Shit this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and
sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic
I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin
I'm still poppin
Dre got some bitches
from the city of Compton
To serve me
not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut
I'm raisin up off the cot
Don't get upset girl
that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes
I'm out the do
And I'll be
Rollin down the street
smokin indo
sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
with my mind on my money and my
money on my mind
Rollin down the street
smokin indo
sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
with my mind on my money and my
money on my mind
Rollin down the street
smokin indo
sippin on gin and juice
beeotch
with my mind on my money and my
money on my mind
Rollin down the street
smokin indo
sippin on gin and juice
beeotch

Death Row Eastside Party
[2Pac]
Nigga you young! {Echoes}

[Nate Dogg]
No one does it better! {Echoes}

[Nate Dogg]
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better

(Verse 1)
[Snoop Dogg]
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high!
It's 1 A.M. and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by me just move with ya' boy
Got shit poppin' like always you know so enjoy
don't make yourself at home got big meat on the grill
Ladies and homies all in the mix its time to chill
Char-La-La brought the on' what is asked in the blunts
Roll up some Bob Marley joints some skunk datz tight
And Nate got a hundred piece
So we piece so properly on the O.C.
We in the zone bombed out feelin' good j'ya know
Got the homegirls and homies from the hood j'ya know
2-1, 1-9, 2-0
We all in the house and it's a Long Beach thang
Where I was born and hungout
To all my players and hustlers and gangbangers listen up
It's about time I kick a rhyme to fuck shit up
Now who throws shit?

[Nate Dogg]
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better

[Snoop Dogg]
Now do the gangstas run this motherfucka? (Hell Yeah!)
Or do the ladies run this motherfucka? (Hell Yeah!)

[Nate Dogg]
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better
No one throws a

As I look up at the sky
My mind starts trippin', a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin' N' they breakin', tryin' to save the Dogg
Pumpin' on my chest N' I'm screamin'
I stop breathin', damn am I seein' deamons?
Dear God, I wonder can ya save me
I can't die, my Boo-Boo's 'bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for prayin', hold up
A voice spoke to me N' it slowly started sayin'
-Bring your lifestyle to me, I'll make it better
-How long will I live?
-Eternal life N' forever
-N' 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

Murder... (Murder was the case that they gave me)(X2)

I'm fresh up out my coma
I got my momma N' my daddy N' my homies in my corner
It's gonna take a miracle, they say
For me to walk again N' talk again but anyway
I get fronted some keys, to get back on my feet
N' everything that nigga said came to reality
Livin' like a baller,loc
Havin' money, N' blowin' hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a Benz N' bought my Boo-Boo a Jag
N' 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 mo', 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

No mo' indo, gin N' 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 pistol in his neck
N' he probably won't make it to see twenty-two
I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo

Murder... (Murder was the case that they gave me)(X4)

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

I put down more hits than mafioso made
And Lucky Lucianno 'bout to sing soprano
And I know, I know the way you feel
And baby bubba we gon' keep it on tha real
Just to get you caught up in amazement
We puffin' on Cubans so it might get dangerous
But when it isn't, you can sit izzon bizzack
And let the Bizzow Wizzow ride the trizzack, ha ha
How you feelin'? I'm up to dealin', ridin' like a villan
Makin' a killin', thrillin' the crowd wit my new hairdo,
Outfits unused, fifty dollar socks, hundred-thousand dollar shoes
Man, I'm givin' blues to these sucka MC's
Who you be? You know who I be, young nigga
I'm Tha DoggFather

Chorus
Snoop Doggy Dogg is Doggy Dogg Father (Father)
Repeat

Let's make a move for this paper (Where we rollin' Dogg?)
We got's ta get paid (Makin' money all ya'll)
I mean I steps to tha stage in my G-boy stance
And say a few rhymes to make your girl wanna dance
I'm so fly like a dove
I come from up above
You trippin' on your girl cause she showed me love
Nigga don't beat em, cause if you beat em, you don't need em
You lay your hands on me, watch how fast I take your freedom
I delete em, but don't mistreat em
I stay up on em, and that's one ta grow on,
Let me flow on
You can rock to tha rythme you see
or you can rock to tha rythme of me
Just remember when you do your thang,
Make sure you do your thang on a hang
And everythang, is everythang
There ain't no mo' than this paper chase
Like them white-boy DA's was on tha case
You know I ain't tryin' ta floss, but uh,
(Murder, murder, murder) was the case that they lost
I'm Tha DoggFather -

Midnight love, midnight love, midnight love, midnight love, ohhhhh

(Chorus: Raphael Saadiq)

midnight love
troubles plots on thee mind
midnight love
leave your back door open
midnight love
this heaven's ready for me
midnight love
back door little druggie's callin for you

[Snoop]
I'm makin things cappin fast
ain't no need to wait around for what never seems to come along
face lookin stupid broke startin
feelin dumb, I'm young but I'm a grown man
takin thangs into my own hands
I'm tryin to own here
but life a twist ya like a twister
get twisted with this
it seems on but its off
I keep missin this shit
I'm high but I try, to stay focused wide out
lookin dead at the chips
I blink they dip
its hard to hang on but I can't let go
smokin on my last breath
blow out life whats left is death
now I can go on or I can G or make a right
whatever way that I turn its still death after life
it dont discourage me, I ain't got nuthin to lose
but some punks that probably never turn the money to burn
but I learn cuz I see, and I earn cuz I G
but these problems probably havin niggaz prayin to see
at an early age so at an early stage in life
I chose to get my ish tight ya gotta struggle and fight
it cost an arm and a leg just to live on your knees
and I'm tryin to keep my sanity God help me please

(Chorus)

Mischeavius and devious is how my life was
puttin the serve down for cabbage just to keep the niggaz buzzed
some of the money makin muthafuckaz from the other side
was thinkin about a jack move tryin to whoo-ride
gettin jealous cuz my music got this rap game sewn up
them niggaz wanna trip whatever back they get blowed up
blown up or not you can still get shot
you dont never play those muthafuckaz I'll always not
rule number one, pay attention to this shit
dont be fuckin wit my niggaz on the midnight shift
shit shiggy shack, gettin it on, to the break of dawn
now he's known for servin more than an oz. so
he's got a 187 on his muthafuckin chest
a strap in his lap and a bulletproof vest
he's lookin for the music from the night before
trouble 1, he layin low all in gettin that dough

(Chorus)

[Daz]
Now its all about the dollars
Impalas that bounce
havin cars and bitches on a proper amount
caught a million chillin
robbin banks for many muthaz son
life and darkness
we all get it started, cold hearted
all around it my life won't change for the good
as soon as I walk out the door, I'm called by the hood
Daz, would you come and ride for me,
hey yo Daz would you soldier would you would you and die for me
the tradition's got a lot of niggaz killin for dumb shit
the OGs think then brung guns to control shit
every midnight I be loaded, high as a kite
besides with the drama the dog fight street fight
and a lot a mob puttin on mo
problems solved, but revolved whatever with a fo-fo
but sure I did the record blast five times
254 sentence to jail time


Midnight love
I've been walkin the street
midnight love
I put my life on the line
midnight love
Cuz I've just gotta be me
midnight love

(Chorus)

Snoop Doggy Do owww ohhhh oggg
the bomb
Snoop Doggy Do owww ohhhh oggg
From the depths of the sea
back to the block
Snoop Doggy Dogg funky
as the the The D O C
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
And motherfucker
I got five on the twenty sack
It's like that
and as a matter of fact
rat tat tat tat
'cause 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 motherfuckin name
Snoop Doggy Do owww ohhhh oggg
Snoop Doggy Do owww ohhhh oggg
Da duh da da dah
Do do do do doo doo doo da dahhh
It's the bow to the wow
creepin and crawlin
Yiggy yes y'allin
Snoop Doggy Dogg in
the motherfuckin house
like everyday
Droppin shit with my nigga
Mr Dr Dre
Like I said
niggaz can't fuck with this
And niggaz can't fuck with that
shit that I drop
'cause ya know it don't stop
Mr One Eight Seven
on a motherfuckin cop
Tic toc never the glock
just some nuts and a cock
Robbin motherfuckers then
I kill dem blood claats
Then I step through the fog
and I creep through the smog
'cause I'm Snoop Doggy who
Doggy what Doggy Dogg
Snoop Doggy Do owww ohhhh oggg
Snoop Doggy Do owww ohhhh oggg

Now just throw your hands
in the motherfuckin air
And wave the motherfuckers
like ya just don't care
Yeah roll up the dank
and pour the drank
And watch your step why
'cause 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
and up in yo bitch
is where ya might find me
Layin that playin that G Thang
She want the nigga
with the biggest nuts
and guess what
He is I
and I am him
slim with the tilted brim
What's my motherfuckin name
Snoop Doggy Do owww ohhhh oggg
Snoop Doggy Do owww ohhhh oggg
Snoop Doggy Do owww ohhhh oggg
Snoop Doggy Do owww ohhhh oggg
Da duh da da dah
Do do do do doo doo doo da dahhh
the bomb
Da duh da da dah
Do do do do doo doo doo da dahhh
Dog
the bomb
Doggy Dogg Doggy Dogg
Doggy Dogg
What is his name Snoop Dogg
and the Dogg Pound
Ohhh Snoopy Dogg
Snoopy Dogg Snoopy Dogg
Yeah yeah Dog I know his name
C'mon Snoopy c'mon Snoopy
And the Dogg Pound
Snoopy Dogg the bomb

We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow
Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shit
But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht
Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics

Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg

It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow
But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game when I step through the do'
Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive
Usin my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt
It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
So put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now
Tell me what's goin on
It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes
and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes
Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint
You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws
Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize
And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y

Chorus:

It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World
It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World
The Dogg's World

Verse Two: Kurupt

Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin
Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors
Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin
I had your whole fuckin block bumpin
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through
One-two, three, you can't see me
I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics
A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, it's on and poppin
All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin
I wanna see some panties droppin
I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was just use that hoe
Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)
I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes
Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugs
and I smoke weed for the fuck of it
Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
but it's manditory that I kick it
Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it
Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin
Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin
Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action
You really don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog

Chorus

Verse Three: Daz

Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long)
Tell when (till the early morn)
It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the)
The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit)

Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo'
So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick
Till I die I'm still screamin that (bitches ain't shit)
Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about
the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum
As you groove to the gangster shit
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique
Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want
So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high
I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die

Chorus

Can you feel it, nothing can save ya
For this is the season of catchin' the vapors
Since I got time, what I'm gonna do
Tell ya how it's spreadin' throughout my crew
What you want on Nate Dogg
Who sings on my records, 'Never Leave Me Alone'
'Ain't No Fun', now check it
Back in the days before Nate Dogg would get it
He used to try to holler at this girl named Pam
The type of female with fly Gucci gear
She wore a big turkish wole wit a weave in her hair
When they tried to kick it, she'd always fess
Talkin' about baby please she wrought his service stress
Since he wasn't no type of big chronic dealer
The homie Nate Dogg didn't appeal to her
But now he wear boots that match with his suits
N' push a Lexus Coupe that's extra cheap
N' now she stop flautin' N' won't it speakin'
Be comin' 'round the Pound every single weekend
To get his beeper number she be beggin' please
Dyin' for the day to eat these

She caught the vapors
She caught the vapors

I got a little cousin that's kinda plain
He bring the heeb wit tha beep for Tha Dogg Pound gang
A mellow type of fellow, best laid back
But back in the day he wasn't nuthin' like that
I remember when he used to scrap every day
When my auntie would tell him, he would never obey
He wore his khakis hangin' down with his starks untied
N' a blue N' grey cap that said "the East Side"
Around my neighborhood the people treated him bad
Said Daz was the worst thing his mom ever had
They said he grow up to be nuthin' but a gangsta
Or be there in jail or some other shaker
But now he's grown up to be a surprise
D-A-Z got a hit record slangin' world wide
Now the same people that didn't like him as a child
Bought the Dogg Food, Doggfather, N' Doggystyle

They caught the vapors
They caught the vapors

I got another homey from the L-B-C
Known ta y'all as D.J. Warren G
He cut grass trasform with finesse
...N' all that mess
I remember when we first started to rap
He tried to get this job at Calvin's record shop
He was in it to win it, but the boss front N' said
"Sorry Warren G but there's no help wanted"
Now my homey Warren still tried
On N' on N' on till the like break of dawn
To work at tha V-I-P would be the link
But they looked right past him so my homey straight dip
Now for the year after Regulate
Warren G is havin' papers so my homies write straight
He walked into the same record shop as before
N' the boss be like "Warren, welcome to my store!"
Offerin' him a job, but now he don't want it
Damn it feels good to see people love Warren
Cuz I remember when at first they wasn't
Now guess what they call sessy bussin'

the vapors
They caught vapors
I got to talk bout me now

Last subject of the story is about Snoop Dogg
I had to work for mine to show I was a true hog
When I was a teenager I tried to be down
N' since they wasn't tryin' to hear me I made Tha Dogg Pound
I saw a crew on 2-1 street
N' said, "Can I be down champ?"
They said "no", N' treated me like a wet food stamp
After gettin' rejected, I ain't runnin' upset
I said, "What's a Dogg do to?" Rhymes at rates
When I used to go to parties, they make me wait
What I have to get on the mic to set MC straight
I ain't never love no ho since I'm listenin' to my music
They acted like I wanted to keep hangin' with the juzi
But now things switched from West to East
Short Dogg, do ya remember me from 21st street G?
We used to see Daz, back in the day
It happens all the time, so brother don't be amazed

You caught the vapors
You caught the vapors
You got the papers

Ain't no funk, it's funky, it's Doggystyle (Ain't it funky nuff?)
(Death Row-ow, Death Rowwwww)
(Everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce)
[repeat]

[Verse 1: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Shucks, stompin in my big blue chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditchin you clutz
Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumpin your sounds
It's the zoo and the Pound we don't fuck around
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free
and get down, stompin grounds is the LBC
I slid up out the game and MC's get wacked
but now I'm back (Oh shit!), so go get your strap
Watch your head, I break wit
wit G's, Muslims, hardheads and dreds
Bounce, rock while rollerskatin
on them 20 inch tyres wit the platinum Daytons
I'm not that BG poppin all that junk
about "I'll fuck you up", he sound like a punk
I been there and done that, no inspiration
All day illustration beat conversation

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]

I keep niggas in the studio, word is bond
Been workin on ya new album for two years strong
and still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say:'Study long, study long'
All aboard the train so come along
cos we keep the glue stuff against the bone
It's alright ain't no room for wrong
Doggyland is the motherland, make yourself at home
I got money loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
I'm international money maker, player hater
shhok up off the sake of spendin dollars and I always holler
at a player though cos players know the real from the fake
You can put that on your toast, your coast and your state
I give you people what you like
What I look like in jail and can't get on the mic

[Chorus x1 1/2]

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]

Killin up crews, give em the real street blues
Have em slidin in their eelskins, groovin in their tennis shoes
Of course it don't stop bein a Westside ridah
Wit no tattoo that's how they got the clue
I lay conversation on wax and CD's
BG's and o-riginals, here come the mission
Makin biters ride the Pound for the rest of the season
Doggy DPG ya lil homey, uhh
I represent the LBC-ment
Windows tint, nigga that's the president
I hit you with a tune every blue moon
Collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face
Nigga say your Grace before you touch your plate
It taste like it's laced but it ain't
This one puff uncut, no doubt
Everybody know I gotta ounce and a half

[Chorus x1 1/2]

[Outro:]

Shucks
(Oooh ooh ooohhh oooohhhh ooh, oooh oooh oooohhhh ooh)
(Death Rowwww, Death Rowwww)
[repeat]