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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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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 |
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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 |
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| 5:34 |
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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 |
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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) |
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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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| 5:18 |
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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 - |
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| 4:46 |
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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) |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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] |
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