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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n? Dis big Snoop Dogg
Leave your name and your number at the motherfuckin beep If dis one of my hoes, two-way me Ay ay Snoop whattup? This your nigga Dre Ay man I was thinkin I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin album So check it out, put this on there: All you motherfuckin haters out there, can suck my motherfuckin dick! And we still smokin, what?! *For the nigga who be talkin loud and holdin his dick Talkin shit, he better LAY LOW For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better LAY LOW For the niggaz who be claimin my hood and really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOW I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin and I won't do a thing, really HOPE SO! Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say so Limo tint rollin deep like the President See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (beitch) I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin this Whatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch it Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records Unseen but well heard, do not disturb The only reason you alive cause I ain't sent the word I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge from the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke I bring the worst from the L.B.C. Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say From the "World's Most Dangerous Group" - N.W.A Ay, ay Our rise, it was no surprise I always knew these fools would trip Hatin, fakin, schemin on mine and on the down low talkin shit Best move cause I refuse to lose no matter which damn road I choose So lay low cause you might be bruised Top story on the evening news I ain't for games, so if you wanna play 'em lay low Lay down on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know That's what I came fo' Where that nigga who be talkin shit? He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin the tits Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin to take her home Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with? The same click he came with and made the game flip Now niggaz grow they hair, hope they stayin act hard That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on Whassup pimpin? It's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but loot They call me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got but they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta It's, No Limit til I D-I-E C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be *Repeat |
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from Snoop Dogg - Vato & Candy [single] (2006)
[Intro: features sample of an ice cream truck]
You want 'em? I got 'em.. drippin like water {*8X*} 원해? 다 내게 있어.. 물처럼 흘러내리지 [E-40] Uh! (the candy man!) E-40! Uh! (캔디맨!) E-40! [Snoop Dogg] Sticky icky! Snoop Dogg! 끈적끈적하게! Snoop Dogg! DPG, MC Eiht, Goldie Loc [E-40] E-40! Yeah... [Snoop Dogg] Talk to 'em nephew (the candy man!) 얘기해봐 조카야 (캔디맨!) Come on.. 이리 와.. [E-40] Narcotics is the death merchant. shipping and handling yola I supply 마약중독자는 죽음의 상인, 마리화나를 수입하고 처분하지 Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye (out my eye!) 일어나서 눈꼽을 뗄 시간 (뗄 시간!) What y'all tryna buy pimpin y'know it's kinda dry! 다 뭘 사려고 하는거야, 넌 좀 재미가 없는데! Yeah, I only gotta couple of pies left that'll last me through the year 그래, 내겐 올 한 해를 버틸만큼의 파이가 약간 있어 Yola, (ewwww!) ice cream caaandy! (What it do?) 마리화나 (ewwww!) 아이스크림 캔디! (뭘 하는건데?) Man that shit be comin in haaandy! 이봐, 이거 되게 간편하다고! (Ewwww!) It's real walkie talkie (What else?) (Ewwww!) 워키토키랑 같아 (그리고?) I got that from the DB's, my cousin.. work dirty! 내 사촌 DB's에게서 얻었지.. 지저분한 일을 하는 녀석! If you want 'em I got 'em, you hoping to cop it, you better be about yo' grit! (grit!) 원한다면 내게 있어, 넌 얻길 바라지, 그렇다면 강하게 밀어붙여봐 (붙여봐!) Devour any cowards, sours slippery at the lip (lip!) 겁쟁이들은 삼켜, 시큼한 액이 입술에 흘러내려 (내려!) Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker (sucker!) 짐승의 등장, 다 빨아먹지, 바보처럼 굴지마 (굴지마!) Be a block monster, be a reputable motherfucker (motherfucker!) 거리의 괴물이 돼, 논란거리가 될만한 개자식이 돼 (개자식이 돼!) (Ewwww!) Real mash with my Spanish (Spanish!) (Ewwww!) 내 스페인어랑 붙어봐 (붙어봐!) If ain't about no gouda, potna you can vanish 만약 돈이 없으면, 파트너 이만 사라져줘 (Ewwww!) Don't get put up in yo' place (Ewwww!) 니 영역에서 쓰러지지 말고 Give me 40 feet and an ounce of space 1.2m만 떨어져있어줘, 1온스의 공간을 줘 [Chorus] You want 'em? I got 'em.. drippin like water {*8X*} 원해? 다 내게 있어.. 물처럼 흘러내리지 [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Sticky icky icky! Ahh, ahh! 끈적끈적하지! 아, 아! You know I got that candy.. yeah! 내겐 캔디가 있지.. yeah! Boss Dogg, Snoopy D O dub Trip.. check game 자.. 들어봐 [Snoop Dogg] Now-A-Later's, gum drops, jelly beans Now-A-Later's, 껌, 젤리콩 Lollipops and triple beams 막대사탕과 마약 저울 Blue carpet, yeah that's the treatment 파란 카펫, 그래 이 정도면 적당해 Candy so sweet, got everybody eatin it 달콤한 캔디, 모두다 먹고 있지 Bigg Snoop Dogg, I'm the star of this Bigg Snoop Dogg, 이곳의 스타이지 So gone on and get yourself a bar of this 그러니 어서 내 랩 한 마디를 들어봐 No change man.. gimme the bucks 변한 건 없어.. 돈을 내놔 The kinda candy I sell they call it deez nutz 내가 파는 캔디를 그들은 Deez Nutz라 부르지 (DEEZ NUTZ!!!) I'm almond with the caramel insides (DEEZ NUTZ!!!) 나는 속에 카라멜이 들어간 아몬드 You were playin front end with the french fries 넌 프렌치 프라이를 가지고 앞에서 알짱거렸지 How it feel man? What it look like? 어떤 기분이야? 어떻게 생겼어? I'm in your neighborhood, pullin on some Bud Light 난 니 동네에 와서 Bud Light를 마시고 있어 Sweet and sticky, take it out the wrapper 달콤하고 끈적거리지, 포장지를 벗겨 Now put it in your mouth 이제 니 입 속에 넣어봐 To the beat of the drum, it'll be fun 드럼 비트에 맞춰서, 재밌을거야 and I bet you can't just eat one (Candy!) 하나만 먹고 관둘 수도 없을걸 (캔디!) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Oh... candy! You want it, we got it, we got it! 오... 캔디! 원하잖아, 우리에게 있어, 우리에게! Heh heh.. yeah! MC Eiht... Goldie Loc War Zone.. who got that candy? War Zone.. 누구에게 캔디가 있나? Come on... 이리 와... [MC Eiht] I'm in the hood with the six-trey candy paint 난 캔디색 차를 타고 동네를 돌아다녀 Lil' somethin to chunk, make the hoes all faint 특별한 매력, 여자들은 기절하지 If you know when to beep, jump my baby rate 호출할 시간대를 알고 있다면, 내게 연락해(?) When I grip round her butt, I hold her steady 그녀의 엉덩이를 잡고, 가만히 있지 Yeah.. she my one and only 그래.. 그녀는 나의 유일한 사랑 Quick to keep back haters who don't know me 나를 모르는 안티들은 뒤로 물러서 I... feel... good about candy (Candy!) 난... 캔디가... 아주 좋아 (캔디!) My gangstas understand me 갱스터 친구들도 이해하지 [Goldie Loc] Shake it baby, don't break it baby, now can you make it clap? (clap!) 흔들어 베이비, 부러뜨리지 말고, 큰 소리가 나게 해볼래? (clap!) Tryna fit this work in your gap (gap!) 니 틈새로 들어갈 기술을 발휘해 (발휘해!) Drop it like it water pagoda, get my hustle on 마치 물처럼 흔들어봐, 난 접근할게 I get it from you then I step on you to bubble on 네 모든 것을 가져가고 자극시켜 It's gettin sweeter than a sugar cane 지팡이 캔디보다도 달콤해지지 Here come that sugar daddy, black, rollin on gold thangs 여기 달콤한 남자가 간다, 금을 걸치고서 다가가 Fo'shigiddy, he turned it into somethin, boy 확실하게, 그는 뭔가 특별한 걸 만들었지 'Cause I can't leave this filthy game without my Almond Joy (Candy!) 나도 내 Almond Joy 없이 이 더러운 게임을 떠날 수 없어 (캔디!) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Ooohhhwwweee! Heh heh heh, yeah! It's so tasty! Aiyyo Daz! Kurupt! 정말 맛있지! Aiyyo Daz! Kurupt! DPG! I know y'all got that candy man! DPG! 너네들에게도 캔디가 있지! Gimme some of that candy man 캔디를 약간만 떼줘 Talk to me one time! For real, for real... 한 번 내게 얘기를 걸어봐! 정말로, 정말로... [Daz Dillinger] 'It's like candy, candy!' Get it how you want it '마치 캔디 같아, 같아!' 원하는 대로 가져봐 Whip it, twist it, pop your whip up on the corner 휘두르고, 꼬고, 네 차를 구석에서 몰고 나와 While I, taadow, check out this bizarre 그동안 난, taadow(?), 이 이상한 장면을 봐 The D-A-T the N-I double G, the D-A-Z D-A-T the N-I G 두 개, the D-A-Z Again it's up in the wind, feel the breeze for shit 다시 한 번 바람에 맞서네, 산들바람을 느껴 God damn! You already know who I am 젠장! 내가 누군지 넌 벌써 알잖아 Chrome on chrome, blue on blue, frost colors switches 크롬 대 크롬, 파랑 대 파랑, 보석 장식의 스위치 Hit the gas, hit the brake, y'all really burn rubber? 엑셀을 밟아, 브레이크를 밟아, 타이어는 태워봤나? Dip, drop, drop, dip *움직이는 걸 표현한 거에요. 어떻게 표현해야할지 난감하군요-_- Stop, dip, ghost ride the whip! 멈춰, dip, 유령처럼 차를 몰고 달려! [Kurupt] Yeah, nigga.. shot caller 그래, 친구.. 총격전을 일으켜 It's America's number one baller 미국의 제일 가는 갱스터 Man I don't give a fuck.. like, 'Fuck it' 난 아무 것도 신경쓰지 않아.. '좇까' High riders.. slide in the bucket 레벨 높은 녀석.. 이 안으로 들어와 Little momma all up on a nigga like a coat 마치 코트처럼 남자를 감싸는 아가씨 I got the perfect thang that'll coat her throat (Candy!) 나도 그녀의 목을 감쌀 좋은 물건을 가지고 있지 (캔디!) [Chorus w/ two extra lines] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Candy! So tasty.. candy, candy! 캔디! 아주 맛있지.. 캔디, 캔디! Yeah! Ha ha! Yeah nigga, we got that candy man 그래! 하하! 그래 임마, 우리에게 캔디가 있어 We don't sell it at the liquor store either man 그냥 술집에서만 파는 게 아냐 We sell it everywhere we go 가는 곳마다 팔아제껴 Holla, holla! (Candy!) 안녕, 안녕! (캔디!) Three thousand motherfuckin pieces, you understand me? 3000 조각으로, 알겠어? I wish a motherfucker would come in this motherfucker 그 개자식이 이 노랠 들었으면 좋겠군 If I see Suge right now, I'd tell him, 'Hey, how you doin Suge?' 만약 지금 Suge를 본다면, 말해주겠지, '이봐 요즘 어떻게 지내 Suge?' {*laughing*} I didn't even know you were standing there nigga 거기 니가 서있었는지 몰랐어 My bad! 미안! |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)
You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (uh, the candy man caaan) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (e-fo’ty) You want em’ I got em’ (sticky-icky) Drippin like water (Snoop Dogg) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (DPG) … You want em’ I got em’ (MC Eight) Drippin like water (Goldie Loc) You Want em’ I got em’ (E-FO’TY) Drippin like water’ You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (Talk to em nephew) (the candy man caaan) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’(CANDY) [E-40] Narcoticvizzmender meth Merchant Shipping and Handling your life supply Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye Whatcha yall trying buy pimpin you know its kinda dry here I only got a couple of pies left to last me through the year Ooo Ice Cream Caandy, Man that shit be coming in haaandy. It’s real walky talky, I got that from the db’s my cousin, Work Dirty if you want it I got it we offer to Cop or be up out your grip devour any Coward sour slippery at the lip Beast up, suck up to none, no be no sucka Be a block monster be irreparable mother fuckaa (mother fuckaa) Real Manish with my Spanish. If it aint bout no cuta partner you can vanish Don’t get put up in your place Give me 40 free, then a Ounce a Spaceee(CANDY) (ounce a spaace) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (Sticky-icky-ickyyyy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (you know I got that candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (yeah) You Want em’ I got em’ (boss dogg) Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (snoopy d o dubb) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (trip) You Want em’ I got em’ (check, gang-gang..gang) Drippin like water’(CANDY) Now or laters, gum drops, jelly beans Lollypops and triple beams Bluecarpet yeah that’s the treatment Candy so sweet got everybody eating it [Snoop Dogg] Big snoop Dogg.. Im the star of this.. So gone and get your self a bar of this No change mane.. Gimmie the bucks The kinda candy I sell, they call it Deeez nuts (deez nuts) Im on it wit the carmel insides You up here, front end, wit the French fries How it feel man? What it look like? Im in your neighborhood pulling on some bud light Sweet.. n’Sticky Take it out the wrapper.. Now put it in your mouf To the beat of the drum it’ll be fun and I bet you cant just eat one (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (candy-candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (you want it? we got it) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’(CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (MC Eight) Drippin like water (Goldie Loc) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (warzone) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (who got that candy?) Drippin like water (CANDY) [MC Eight] Im in the hood with the 6-trae Candy Paint Lil’ something some to choke make the hoes all faint and you know when there beef, jump my baby brake when my grip round the butt I hold her state JYeaaah….She my one and only Quick to kick back haters who don’t know me I.. feel.. Good.. About (CANDY).. my gangsters understand me [Goldie Loc] Shake baby don’t break it baby now can you make it clap clap? trying to fit this work in your gap gap.. Drop it like water I gotta get my hustle on I get it from ya then I step on it to bubble on.. (bubble on) It’s getting sweeter than a sugar cane.. Here come that sugadaddy Lack rollin on gold fangs Fo’shiggity we turn it into something boy cause I cant leave this filthy gang without my almond joy(CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (ooooooo-weeeeee) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (yeah) Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (so tastyy) Drippin like water (hey yo Daz..) You want em’ I got em’ (Corrupt..) Drippin like water (CANDY) (DPG..) You want em’ I got em’ (I know yall got.. Drippin like water ..that candy man) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water(CANDY) (gimmie some of that candy mane) You want em’ I got em’ (talk to me one time) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (for real) Drippin like water(CANDY) [Daz Dillinger] It’s like Candaaayy.. (candaay) Get How ya want it, Whip it, Twist it, POP You whip up on a corner Wah-lah, Tah Dah, Check out this bizarre The D-A-T-N-I double G The D-A-Z Again is up in the wind, feel the breeze FA SHEEZ God damn, you already know who I am Chrome on Chrome, Blue on Blue Floss color switches, hit the gas hit the break yall really burn rubber Dip.. Drop.. Drop.. Dip.. Stop.. Dip.. Ghost ride the whiiiiip [Corrupt] Yeah.. _______Shot caller It’s America’s #1 baller Man I don’t give a fuck, Like fuck it. High, Bye, Slide in the bucket little mama all up on a nigga like a coat I got the perfect thang, to coat her throat (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (so tastyy) Drippin like water (candy-candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (haha, yeah nigga) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (we got that candy mane) Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (we don’t sell it at the liquor store neither) Drippin like water (we sell it everywhere we go) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water .. (like water…) …. (CANDY) |
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from Tha Eastsidaz - Duces 'N Trayz The Old Fashioned Way (2001)
(Kokane)
Life is much mo' precious Than you'll think Like a game'll make yo chips sink It's so hard Hard to trust a smile and face When niggas got intentions already taking yo place Keep my head up and stand tall If I stumble, then I'll fall Will you pick me up at all? Will you pick me up at all? I'm a keep it gangsta till my end Cause some people do pretend And ain't too many of us that we can call friends That we can call friends Ohhhhhhh (Goldie Loc) Now all I gotta do is keep my head up And walk a straight line when fake friends won't mind But I'm kind-hearted And don't like being stepped on If I wasn't real, I wouldn't be in this position Like that, dogg, I got a whole lot to say I'm by myself with my rhymes when we kick it all day Lil' Jay used to say I'd never be nobody But you know what I never do? Smoke it off like Gotti Five million dollar hits puttin in saxophones Tray Deee & Snoop, we sound good on this microphone I never threaten nobody to make it happen Let me show you how we eat a full meal off this rappin' But if I had a chance to give it back I'd give it to the ones who helped me do that Do that, straight from the heart Eastside till I die We ain't no contract friends, we doggs for life (Tray Deee) It's a trip how we Crip Suppose the enemies still With both sides ride causing plenty of tears Insane's and 20's both from the same city A bunch of down niggas and it ain't that many Me, C, and the G can think back to the start Homies chillin', getting high, shooting craps in the park And having a heart To get 'em up if it was beef Head up like G's, take it out in the street Hold ya own was the code that I growed to view So I fucked with and stuck with a chosen few But Snoop Dogg, you can call me, whatever the case And homie that ain't nothing that the set could erase You put me with the homie, Goldie, though we never had spoke A Insane with a 20, now we hell of a close And y'all kids, my kids, so we family now Cause I could never see you doing bad without And that's real (Kokane) Life is much mo' precious Than you'll think Like a game'll make yo chips sink It's so hard Hard to trust a smile and face When niggas got intentions already taking yo place Keep my head up and stand tall If I stumble, then I'll fall Will you pick me up at all? Will you pick me up at all? I'm a keep it gangsta till my end Cause some people do pretend And ain't too many of us that we can call friends That we can call friends... (fades out) |
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(Intro: Kokane + (Snoop Dogg))
Ohhh... Chassa-deee (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) From the LBC, Chassa-deee (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) La da da da da da da (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) From the LB (LB) (Tray Deee) What up cuhz? You know ain't nothin' different on mines When I hit up motherfuckers with that look in my eyes It's a statement that I'm makin' and ain't takin' no backtalk I'm blowin' niggaz hats off as soon as my gat cough The last thought you rappin' niggaz should think Is you could never get as gangsta as Tray Deee on the beat On the streets, over beef, you don't compete with uno You know - the general a criminal do-low Committed 'cause I'm wit it, then I spit it and live it Niggaz timid in my vision, I cause tension and thinkin' By my presence I'm the answer to societys hate A true rider with the mind to push the mightiest weight Fools petty and they ready, steady comin' with bullshit A full clip what you'll get that hit like a mule kick A sure hit, that's all I'm aimin' for when I blast Motherfuckers hit the deck once I go in the dash (Chorus: Snoop Dogg) Now is the time, this is the place To bang back the khakis with the Chuck's fat laced West is the Coast, East is the side Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride Money brings power, power bring respect Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec This is how it goes and that's how it's done Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug (Tray Deee) Yeah niggaz, how you figure that the game gon' wait? I came home straight from the pen to take yo' place Ain't no chase, this paper comin' soon as I post up And watch the victim clock and catch him choppin' his dope up Fuck his hopes up - stripped, gagged, and roped up Take the whole cut and leave him swoll and ghost up I'm ruthless, I shoot Crips and Bloods alike Thug for life, come and catch the slugs at night Insane mental frame, feel no shame or pitty Since the game is shitty I gots to bang the city Strictly gangsta so I bring the terroristical heat Rap, scrap, jack, and mack to reach the tip of the peak This is the Beach, now any nigga got a rebuttal - gon' be eatin' what he speakin' once he peek at the muzzle Struggled hard for my title and intend to hold it You want it? - then all invitations open (Chorus: Snoop Dogg) Now is the time, this is the place To bang back the khakis with the Chuck's fat laced West is the Coast, East is the side Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride Money brings power, power bring respect Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec This is how it goes and that's how it's done Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug (Tray Deee) I take seven ol' B's put 'em in the street Then that's seven more bustas who claim they got heat And it'll take seven more C's 'fore I start to reach Then that's 2-1 for the set I left stretched out in the street Tray Deee never do it easy, fool so don't expect it Niggaz get checked and they sets disrespected No question, I'm all you ever thought that you was Til' you ran across the boss and now you coughin' up blood Shoot first, fools curse 'fore they kick up dust Clip gon' bust, then they gon' have to pick loc up All that talkin' 'cause I'm chalkin' whole districts off Senseless loss, a curb where niggaz piss me off Conflict with my click, get your bitch ass touched All my comrads bomb fast, it's as sick as fuck 2-1 'til I'm done, never run from the turf Check the cash when we mash. always rugged, the worst (Chorus: Snoop Dogg) Now is the time, this is the place To bang back the khakis with the Chuck's fat laced West is the Coast, East is the side Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride Money brings power, power bring respect Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec This is how it goes and that's how it's done Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug (Outro: Kokane) + (Snoop Dogg) *Kokane ad libs* (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) |
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from Tha Eastsidaz - Duces 'N Trayz The Old Fashioned Way (2001)
(Snoop Dogg)
**talking while singing "Late night"** Yeah, baby, I'm just out here trying to get this money... I mean it's hard.. hustling late night You know (late niight) Some of these suckas out there tryna get what I got Tryna pull me down (late night) But you know.. I'm a real playa Real hustler.. real gangsta I'm bout getting this money (late night) I don't give a fuck what time it is.. It can go down all night.. (Tray Deee) Button up the honcho, grab the brownies and heat First step, to collect a nigga's bread and meat The squares asleep But all the hogs out on the prowl Blocks get locked down like they off a child Time to eat up off the streets full of fiends and hypes Checking cream off ecstasy to the green and white Dub sacks, the drugs packed up in kilo bricks Getcha slang on, bang on, and keep yo chips Baller had this, cause the savage beast did need to floss So the hard, Bogard, and we squeezed it soft Late night, the game tight, went up a notch or two With fake vice, playin nice, steady watching you Impossible, the clock when you.. ain't overtiming The vivrant ways for crimes on the grind and start shining 9 to 5 is midnight to sunrising Occupation gangsta committed to thug life (Kokane) On a late night.. That's the time we gone ride Nigga, it's do or die Late night We ain't checking for names When the hollow points fly On a late night.. Deeper and deeper We had to get into some gangsta shit Late night Deeper and deeper They don't know who they fucking wit (Goldie Loc) Dead bodies with a funky smell Throw 'em in the ocean Jack the fo' up two times And young nigga, keep coastin' Turn on the DVD and watch myself on TV It's killings after killings but they don't know it's me It's lil' G, now what you think that stand fo? I'm gangsta on the streets and I keep it Crippin' in the studio Who else be up late night ready to jack like the whole house? Gallop in yo shit like the black joust To make it real simple and quick If I don't have it, I gots to take yo shit And it's all about the fast lane, nigga When you see me on the streets, I got my finger on tha trigga Never catch who's slippin' when I'm on them 2-wing deez And when I get my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas (Kokane) On a late night.. That's the time that we gone move a gang away Late night They call me Chef Boyardee, pushin' up some cakes On a late night.. Deeper and deeper I bang these streets for all so long Late night Deeper and deeper Uh, wit this game that I got, I can't go wrong (fades out) |
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from Tha Eastsidaz - Duces 'N Trayz The Old Fashioned Way (2001)
(Intro)
Go help yourself fucker (son of a bitch) Hahahaha!!! (Guh-ohh) I know Tha Eastsidaz Them some bad motherfuckers Uh-oh (Uh-oh, uh) (Snoop Dogg) Swizz Beatz Up in the motherfuckin Dogghouse Eastside shit, you know this finna be a monster Godzilla (Goldie (Kokane)) (Everywhere I go!!!) Niggas talkin shit, bitches on my dick Stay so swift, buckin this shit Beat made by Swizz, so you niggas can't trip, cuz.. (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Niggas give me props, bitches give me cock Hustlers on the block, busters gettin shot Playa haters jock, and pray that they got cop, cuz.. (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) I'm quick to start strappin, down for straight jackin Don't ask me what happened if ya gun start clappin Nigga I was rappin, while you was actin, cuz.. (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Real niggas postin, gettin drunk, smokin Khaki chucks spokin, pistol grip totin Always go for broke, and love livin life motive (Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-ooo!!!) (Snoop talking) Everywhere I go I see we just rubbin off on the whole motherfuckin game, haha (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Some be hatin, some roll gatin (so) Most be fakin so they get they hoes taken Since I don't be tastin, you hoes I'll be shakin, cuz.. (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) I see thick ass bitches, big ass switchin Quick cash pimpin, swift ass kickins Zig-Zag twistin, fifth glass sippin (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Don't get quiet, niggas start a riot Take off like hollies, young gangsta try it In it for the highs, you can't deny it man (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Motherfuckers tryin to bang, niggas runnin game Suckas gettin played, player bitches gettin paid Said gangster everyday, place the snitches in their grave (Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!) (Snoop talking) Yeah somebody thought the game was dead The game ain't dead these niggas is scared (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Packed up cells, dirty-ass jails Sneaky ass snails, hot like Hell Funky shit that smell, clean your fingernails man (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Redneck cops, X pills pop (fuck 'em) Banned X boxes and yoke gettin shopped Stacks gettin clocked and 'Lacs gettin dropped (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Gone off hennessey, bitches next to me Takin some Ecstasy, want some sex from me It's all G, nigga can't you see, cuz.. (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Cars full of sets, marks gettin checked (Eastside!) Hard niggas vets, bulletscars on they chest Start tryna test I hope the Lord got ya blessed nigga (Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!) (Snoop talking) From Spain to Maine, we here to change the game Ain't a motherfuckin thang changed, yaknah'msayin mayne (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Make this motherfucker jump, let the bitches get crunk I got a room at the Trump, later on we can slump Let the speakers thump, and watch these hoes thump (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Niggas serve zones, niggas swerve chrome Bitches turn wrong, get other bitches turned on (ooh) Think it ain't sold then ya must have heard wrong (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Bailin thru the streets, always catch me with some heat On my way to buck a freak, back up we fuck the heat In and out of sheets while yo' ass be asleep, cuz.. (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) I stand on the set, demand my respect (for life) My hand on the tech, or the magnum on deck (nigga) You ain't gotta guess, I represent it to the death nigga (Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!) (Snoop Dogg talking) Everywhere I go, everywhere I go Every-motherfuckin-where Everywhere we go (EASTSIDE!!!) Hahaha (Everywhere I go!!!) Put ya motherfuckin cups down nigga It's goin down up in this motherfucker Swizz Beatz, Ruff Rydin, Eastside (Everywhere I go!!!) Yeah, yeah, a little somethin, for all my niggas down in the dirty-dirty All my niggas on the BS, yea yea nigga (Everywhere I go!!!) Every-motherfuckin-where I go I keep that bomb-ass weed on me Yeah, got a bad bitch, waitin on me in the hotel room (Everywhere I go!!!) |
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from Tha Eastsidaz - Snoop Dogg Presents Tha Eastsidaz (2000)
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
Eastside, Long Beach drop the hits and uh We got, so many niggas on the team nowadays LB, QB, DP, GC P Boy, my boys, the toys, the noise Them Eastside boys is the real McCoys We walkin through the projects sippin on a 40 Rippin, dippin, and spittin at your shorty You may think I'm outta bounds but I think I'm in I holla at my folks before I step on in Spit at my nigga Andy Hilfiger Slide up in the garden, next to Steve Martin We settin up shop on the east coast now Dogghouse nigga, the big bow wow And we higher than a motherfucker, east side up Like this and like that motherfucker Eastdide So wide you can't get around it So low you can't get under it, now So high you can't get over it I just want to make your day Wakin up late off a fucked up day I was in Dogg sippin, straight DoggHouse crippin Fuck wit us and get that ass bombed out Need some smoke, for the homies from the south This is what it's all about It's the city of the beach where the gangsters bang Sam wake that ass up, get fresh, let's do some thangs Swerve through the eastside Loc, scoop up the homies Bang them other fools cuz them busters don't know me It seems like this is my only chance to get rich Invest in my chips, never chippin off a bitch Trip, bring that bomb to me Underwater with cocaine, crackin with P O P Up, up, up in smoke, you can hit it in a bong I'm faded like Cheech and Chong Watch out for the second hand smoke Yeah, I was born and raised in the ways of a ridah Representin mines to be a true Eastsidah Survival of the fittest, how we live this shit Fuck a bitch, dump a clip, out to get them chips No restrictions, takin off as soon as friction Pop, niggas drop once I pops the clip in Pimp wearin khaki suits and stacy biscuits And known like Capone to them gangsta bitches Keep em workin somethin everywhere we go Either dope or the stroll if the bitch is a hoe West coast to the fullest but I bang the east Mad motherfuckers side to that city Long Beach So throw them gang signs up when you see me ride up And know for sure I'm bouta throw the eastside up And if a nigga got beef with that That's where his ass'll be sleepin at Point blank ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BROADUS, CALVIN/DAVIS, TRACY LA MARR <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, BUG MUSIC , Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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Mobbin', straight billin' through the Eastside
Never had a site to rhyme but I'm still mobbin' Dope dealers, to the fullest I keep my glock, stuffed with rocks so watch out for the bullets Eastside, young nigga sportin' them chucks Never givin' a fuck so watch out for the come up Them Eastside niggas be the crip, crip, craziest Ride wit my niggas, fool, we gon' die for this No need to be a punk, just dump when I say so Empty the clip, another block let's go I don't give a fuck about some posted what So C slide me the mac so I can rip shit up We ain't finished with this mission so listen to what's crackin' We ain't rollin' wit you niggas that's scared to do the jackin' The plan don't stop, nigga, fuck the cops If a nigga snitch he the first nigga to drop That's all my game, we ride like macked up trucks You know them niggas on the Eastside be givin' it up Just blast for me and I'ma blast for you When I'm in jail, get cash and I'ma mash for you That's on the real, homeboy, don't let me down I clown, homeboy and I bang the pound We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us is we ridaz And when we come through real niggas stand beside us Killers, cutthroats and knivers Bringin' it the livest and leavin' no survivors We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us is we ridaz And when we come through real niggas stand beside us Killers, cutthroats and knivers Bringin' it the livest and leavin' no survivors I still wear the same pair of khakis, 'least three days Nappy ass, French braids and it ain't no thang Hang with motherfuckers wanted for all types of crimes Plus them little bitty niggas on they bikes wit nines On the grind no I rhyme nigga times is hard Got jugs of water buried all across my yard One time on my line tryin' ta find a cause Toss a nigga in the street and reach up under my balls Guns cocked, mug shots, cell blocks and locked down But I done made it too far to stop now Results of a banger, to most I'ma danger No hope for those who come to close to the chamber Bitches lovin', I'ma gangster so fuck it No matta if I hafta I get at 'em in a bucket Tuckin' in my shirt and all that shit don't work First look, say, I'ma crook that did dirt for the turf High talk, high walk when I stalk the street Guarantee who try to see me come across the feet It's a Eastside lifestyle, wild and foul Goin' out, puttin' it down, sayin' fuck the trial Aim is to be famous wit major loot A gang of juice in case I gots to bring the troops And everybody know the Eastside the craziest So motherfuckers know it ain't no fadin' this We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us is we ridaz And when we come through real niggas stand beside us Killers, cutthroats and knivers Bringin' it the livest and leavin' no survivors We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us is we ridaz And when we come through real niggas stand beside us Killers, cutthroats and knivers Bringin' it the livest and leavin' no survivors We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us is we ridaz And when we come through real niggas stand beside us Killers, cutthroats and knivers Bringin' it the livest and leavin' no survivors We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us is we ridaz And when we come through real niggas stand beside us Killers, cutthroats and knivers Bringin' it the livest and leavin' no survivors |
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Give it up, give it up nigga, you know what's happenin
Lil Goldie Loc'll keep the DoggHouse crackin, lackin We usin dubs for the subs and 15's for the tweeters posted up by The tray, like gangstas with the heaters Gangbangin is my shit nigga Is you still gon be my homie if I get a little bigger Fuck a bitch, never switches my motto And if you disagree with me watch out for my hollows Booyaka, booyaka, that's the sound from a cannon Ouick to leave a motherfucker dead right where you're standin You wanna roll with the doggs, but you can't You too busy ridin nuts fool, get out the paint We came to give you what the fuck you want (Give it to em dogg, do it to em dogg....) We came to give you what the fuck you want (Give it to em dogg, yeah, yeah, bang bang...) 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, ya bound to get dirty Ya herdy, was servin, birdies, for herby and scrappy That nigga lyin dogg go on and slap him That's probably how rumors get started See niggas be yappin off at the mouth And don't be havin their heart in Suckers, that's probably why I stay in the hills And let my pitbulls smash on niggas that feel I owe em somethin, dogg, throw me somethin Nigga throw me somethin, shit I'm doin badder than you And I aint even fakin or frontin So, quit the hatin 'fore I start dumpin I jump in the 8 5 0 and smash on out Meet me and Goldie Loc at the DoggHouse Smoked out, Hennessy and plenty weed Wit mo bitches, 4 bitches, some cole bitches, c'mon bitches We cold vicious, known pimpin, with no simpin Stone crippin, low clippin, 4's drippin Wet from my set, check my rep I'm a vet Ex-felon, never tellin represent it to death Pack my flag, wear khakis with that extra sag Mad dog in every last motherfucker I pass Never ask would I mash with the tray on my neck And my status been a classic I stay on the set Let it rain, let it drip, turn the change to chips Never nervous, stay in service from this gangsta shit Cool time on the grind never mind the danger Gun slanger, gangbanger, Long Beach mangler Bringa of the noise like the Real McCoys Niggas talk shit, walk quick or feel the toys We in this business to win this whatever the cost Goldie Loc, Snoop, and Tray Deee you're never to cross Motherfuckers We came to give you what the fuck you want (Give it to em dogg, do it to em dogg....) We came to give you what the fuck you want (Give it to em dogg, yeah, yeah, bang bang...) |
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Soldiers
Gangstaz, gangstaz, whassup my nigga? Yeah, I'm fin' to fall off into this party with my lil' bitch mane It's in her neighborhood Nah, you ain't gotta roll with me it's all good I trust her dog Aw nigga shut up nigga, I hear you, don't trip Well, the party didn't start till I walked in And I probably won't leave until I finish this Henn' But in between time or in the meantime I slid my bitch in the back do' an' she crept in with the nine We came here together so we can have fun Me and you baby goin' one on one It's yo' hood so I figure it's good But if them niggaz start trippin' I ain't trippin' shit, I ain't Hollywood We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars With buckshots comin' from the homies in the cars Aww yeah, how y'all wanna play this Naw, hold on, let me see how should I say this The bitch that I was wit' tried to set me up Whatever fuckin' reason would they wanna wet me up And get me up out the bitch wit' da heat And a party wit' a gang of off brands and a freak (Where you from?) I gotta dust 'em if I rush 'em And these niggaz don't look like they wanna tussle (Fuck 'em) I'ma creep to the who ride all by my lonely Nigga didn't bring damn homie I wish I woulda, but I didn't I'm fuckin' wit' dis hood rat (Bullshit ya bullshittin') That's what's wrong wit' niggaz Steady thinkin' wit' ya dick and puttin' faith in a bitch Dogg is chillin', makin' a killin' What more can I say? "Top Billin'" That's what I get, I got it good Crackin' bitches in ya hood bitch Would you stop schemin' and lookin' hard I got a great big bodyguard So step up if you wanna get hurt Nigga mad cause I touched under his bitch skirt I get the money, the money I got Hoes call me Doggy when they feel real hot That's how it is, ask yo' kids I stole ya hoe while you was in prison Jail, for spousal assault You was jealous it's all your fault Dogg is chillin', makin' a killin' What more can I say? "Top Billin'" Shootin' dice came up short now I'm doin' bad Lost the Coupe and the keys to the Caddy So bad that I'm livin' with my momma now And my bitch done dipped 'cuz I done run outta chips I lost my balla doe and my balla hoe Man to some sucka ass nigga, man, I'm fallin' slow Can't ain't even call a hoe, I'm feelin' smalla loc Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks (Give it up, nigga) Shit's real, we peel for the meal Take it 'cause once we get it, y'all come kick it And bring them same skanless bitches (Why?) I got some homegirls layin' low in the kitchen On a mission to keep on dishin' all fools Doggy Dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule They gonna get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter Even bitches feel the heater motherfucker |
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from Tha Eastsidaz - Snoop Dogg Presents Tha Eastsidaz (2000)
( Tray-Dee )
I bang with the gang that don't need no intro We run from East Long Beach to West South Central Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows, dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow You know that west coast low mentality Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy We keep it straight hard but guard the spot Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap Cuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride ( hook, Snoop ) If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up We makein papa only suckas claim to touch By stickin to the script and neva changin up You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up ( Goldie Loc ) It's goin down motherfuckaz like dat Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp And the nockin don't stop I hope nobody don't call the cops It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block Na betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked You think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction Watch out for the friction Dis West Coast on mine And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip C-walkin holdin on the extra clip Now you wanna be a frend But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload You wanna go toe to toe Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no ( Butch Cassidy ) I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me I wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby ( Snoop Dogg ) I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you know We still own niggaz who talk bitch shit Real niggaz feel dis let's get rich Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now You lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now It take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up All star shoes with the G apparel If I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams You neva catch me lookin R&B I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG Blazin a ounce with the homie cat Or Ruff Dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the map I keep it gangsta for sho do lo And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke For all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all Let me hit sumthin dogg Beware of my clique We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit ( hook ) ( Snoop talkin ) Dogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc My nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life West Side You can't spell the West without the E-S Ah yes we connectin y'all Thats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em ) And we out ( see ya, see your ) |
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from Tha Eastsidaz - Snoop Dogg Presents Tha Eastsidaz (2000)
( Goldie Loc )
Damn cause this spot's gettin hot I can't trust the paremedics or them crooked ass cops The closest nigga to you would do you and try to screw you Backstab you in the back and act like he never knew you And he could be the same nigga the switch Playin all one minute but he really is a bitch Now watch out for the twist Here come them niggaz that was with you but they out to get rich But you thought them niggaz would never do that Until they came back strapped with them rat-tat-tat-tats And it always ends up f**ked up When the innocent die it'll have yo brain stuck It'll have yo brains stuck shit outta luck cause I'm havin bad luck F**ked up in my younger days Shit I'll bang you with deuces and hang you with trays A few days back one of homies got rugged out Damn shame all the brothers seem drugged out One of seeds bust a bottle over the bizis head Say it's yo fault that the otha bizis layin dead But it's a fact if you pack nigga bust back Neva run throw our gun unless you fall rat Hoo wooda sed that it wooda helped anyway Wit mo guns niggaz sinnin for another day Damn cause this spots gittin hot Damn cause this spots gittin hot Shits gittin hectik bustin threw my windo Think it was my homies f**ked up can't realy call it do If it was I'ma git him He gunna hate it when it hit him Damn cause this spot's gettin hot I can't trust the paramedics or them crooked ass cops The closest nigga to you wood do you and try to screw you Backstab you in the back and act like he never knew you ( hook, Butch Cassidy ) Another day has come How much longer will I run I wanna have sum fun Layin out in the sun How much dirt have I done My life has just begun I sleep with my gun My problems weigh a ton ( Tray-Dee ) I gots to say damn the program dun up and switched Fool I used to run with and trusted snitched Got one time on my block straight posted Hopin that I slip but I dip and ghosted Told my babymama it wus drama unfoldin I kissed all my kids den commits to strollin Wound uptown on a hot ass block Checkin with some chickens gettin hot ass cock Daily Tray-Dee'll loose pursuit But deez ho's broke and don't look to cute So I parlay to the hard ways of jackin Fast came to cash but the mash was crackin I didn't I was the one to be Kickin summary of sum wen I let em slide up under me But God as my witness As a G I couldn't see Dee just goin out sensless I stayed hard hit the yard Pull niggaz hole cards Had em runnin to the sarge Jail house scars tell the part you played Livin with a snitch jackin destined for the brake It don't pay to go soft Cause when we catch you slippin real niggas takin off motherf**kers ( Dee, Talkin ) And that's how we do it Bitch ass niggaz Out here tellin disrespectin the game F**kin up this realism we puttin down out here You know what I'm sayin Nigga need the cops to help em out Hoe ass niggaz Stand on ya own nigga Live by the gun die by the gun Nigga be a soldier ( hook ) |
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from Tha Eastsidaz - Snoop Dogg Presents Tha Eastsidaz (2000)
(Snoop Talking)
Wassup dog? Wassup my nigga, how you doing dog? Man, I'm chilling my nigga How you livin'? Shit, I'm livin' it up baby Really, ohh really, shit It's all great then I'm glad to see ya, basically Yeah, yeah But on the real though dog How you living though? Who me? Shit (Snoop) I got two boys and a wife I live a luxurious life And I'm respected in this game Cause I do's the same Man, look here Let me spit you something for a second Cause I see y'all ain't been peeping out my record I see ladies, I see players, and I see haters And all you fools who perpetrate us, I'll get back with ya later I got a plate of shrimps, laughing with some pimps Chopping game, while my diamond's swinging Banking off my gold chain (Butch Cassidy) My time has come The way it's done No more being strung Around just like a bun My dues are paid Darkness was paved Let's go find some shade Then we've got it made (Snoop) Money ain't everything dog, but I tell ya If I didn't have it, i'd be labelled as a felon So, as long as I breathe, I achieve Keep god first in my life, I know that's right And I prevail, whether I do or don't sell It ain't about that, it's about giving back We trying to get our live on, while you jib on Let a homie get his sang on, instead of his bang on (Butch Cassidy) My life's my friends And it's gonna be here till the end It brought me a past Out the hood, so I know it's gonna last Down by the sea Is where all the ladies see me They tried to flash Be down, but I had to make a dash (Snoop) He went from a bucket to a benz, from some change to some ends From his homies in the pen, to his balling friends You know, flossy, flossin, bossy, bossin, boss But I paid the cost (Butch Cassidy) I wanna go As far as I can go Just not loco though Japan and even Tokyo (Xzibit talking) Yeah broadcasting live to your radiostation This is Snoop Dogg You know what I'm saying Yeah giving a shout out Mr X-to-the-Z-Xzibit To all the homeboys on Dogghouse Records Like this (Insert) (Snoop Talking) 187.4fm on your dial W-Balls |
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from Tha Eastsidaz - Snoop Dogg Presents Tha Eastsidaz (2000)
(Snoop Dogg)
L.T., Uh, The nerve of this bitch (Tray Deee) A bitch made purpose is to service a mac In a skirt till her feet hurt workin trap No breaks, ho break mine or she don't sleep Pussy just a piece of meat another means to eat Bitches playin like the wayin so I stay in the game Pimpin hard on these niggaz cuz they playin is lame How i'm came at a ho is all a bitch gone know What I won't, what I don't and where to put my dough Back-talk get you slapped broad stay in yo place I might get the hanger then make you lay on yo face Trick guerilla for my scrilla ho you got to know Chronic weed smoke the only thing I cop to blow Gangsta-playa paper-chasin break a bitch like young No tongue get em sprung from the game I run One in a million with this pimpin Suga Free no cut Now come up from promote and tell these hoes what's up (Suga Free) Ho must've said Suga Free go wash yo hands I said bitch I'm Suga Free I wash my hands befo I touch my dick Bitch I'm ceasin, meanin I'm 900-99 thousand, 900-99 dollars, 99 cents away from breathin Now if she tell that her pussy ain't sellin she lyin (Man that bitch is connin you) And it she say baby let's go get this paper don't playa-hater hater she tryin be all the ho that you can be Oh no I ain't gone playa hate you cuzz you dressed like you a freak Goin "Now I lay me down to sleep" With that pimp stick hangin french-braided right by my feet Now on a accident pussy sells, you see how heavy traffic gets pussy sells Nigga you lookin foe yo ho main pussy sells But you gone get plenty mo cuz pimpin neva fells Ooohh venom, cross my heart hope to die stick a needle in my eye If you didn't have Suga Free you'd have to invent him (Got, Someby, Like a Mua Fucka) (Snoop Dogg) Me and my niggaz is hard as hell Pimp slap a bitch for some clientele Bitch get me a room at a plush hotel To hit this trick for this lick and go get my mail If you ever get caught, cracked and thrown in jail You know a nigga comin throw with that bail I put you on a track like that for real And you know and I know that pussy will sell (Hook (Snoop Dogg)) Oohh She got the bomb, My bitch got some bomb ass pussy Oohh She got the bomb, You want the honey nigga I want the money (Snoop Dogg) Where ever I go it's all the same Do the pussy have a name yeah but it might change (da, da) Dependin on the weather or the mood that that day If the cat got macked then that fool gone pay Now lay lay yo head on back You down with the dogg then work that trap And don't come back till you get that scratch, and bring it all to me I put the P-I-M-P-O ology, bitch threw a dolla at me me I threw it back now she followin me (ha, ha, ha, ha) I put this P-I down 7 days a week 24 hours (Goldie Loc) You say you broke ho, look here miss me It be all tipes of niggaz that be payin for ma-dussy (bitch) There go the cona girl, now post up If you come back with no chips, yo gets slapped up I might hit you with the pimp stick And bitch think twice befo askin fo deez-nick And the last time you had some money Is when you stole it from yo momma, bitch that shit ain't funny (shit ain't funny) But a pimp like me got payed (got payed) And a hoe like you got played (got played) Now listen to the sound of the bells ring Baby it's cash goin on like ching ching Get up, get out, and get some You see what i'm doin, bustin on tracks to keep you fuckin Let you tell it i'm out here pimpin for free That ain't yo Goldie I got too much hog in me I dogg hoes like Snoop (like Snoop) Throw some lotion on yo feet befo you jump up in my coup (beeitch) (Snoop Dogg) Pimpin ain't easy but it's a whole lotta fun Tray 5,7,6,5,4,2,1 Get dought in the snow in Idahoe I gotta lie to ho, and a wida hoe One things for show if all fails They go get my mail cuzz pussy sells (Hook (Snoop Dogg)) Oohh She got the bomb, My bitch got some bomb ass pussy Oohh She got the bomb, You want the honey nigga I want the money Oohh She got the bomb, Yeah my bitch got some bomb ass pussy Oohh She got the bomb, Nigga you want the honey fool I want the money (Suga Free) Yeah Tray 5,7,6,5,4,2,1 Nigga Pimp on, In a real way |
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from Tha Eastsidaz - Snoop Dogg Presents Tha Eastsidaz (2000)
(Butch Cassidy, Snoop Dogg)
( Tray-Dee ) Once upon a time not long ago 4 way befo da dayz I wuz known 2 flow I wuz showin str8 luv in da beach Hugz frum da freaks Even by tha thugz wit da heats Now it seem da hole damn hood dun switchd up Used ta put our fists up see hoo lip git bust Hallain out da set as we sweat at da hutch Come frum out of bounds mess around git stuck So tell me wuts up wit dis LBC thang Homies hatin homies wen we on dis G thang Now peep game it's about ta be da next centerury It ain't about life witout da penetentaries It git ta be a damn shame at times Knowin we da strongest wen thangs cumbine Bang da 9 dub an' insane 4 life West an' North side keep brangin it rite ( hook, Butch Cassidy ) Let's all come 2getha leave that bull alone I'm tired of playin games man wuts goin on We all shood luv one anutha put da guns away An' kick it with each otha on dis luvly thang ( Snoop ) We pushin da real about da LBC Dirty D, Reeseka, an' Big Skrappy C-Dogg on da switch 'cause dis is Eastside good Beach City 2 da fullest wut chall thout dis wuz I'm hallain at my family Jimmy Brown frum da beach He told me dat da hood wuz back crackin at peace So u know me I'ma throw us a feast Fa all my homeboyz frum da muthaf**kin East Y'all deserve it I'm swervin in da beema now I wish all my dead homeboyz kood see me now I'm driftin thinkin back how it wuz But all dis muney kan't bring da homies back up So take it 4 wut it wuz worth Frum da earth 2 da dirt We gunna du dis til yo head hurt My time keeps slippin away Me an' my niggaz keep chippin away I rememba wen my nigga Fay wuz lockd away We used 2 tell him how we dreamd about gittin payd An' now we takin trips wile we mix alize An' we du dis in da LBC kinda way ( hook ) ( Goldie Loc ) U got me on da muney makin mission But my moms at da house stedy wishin That I don't roll out 'cause she know sumthin rong So I take anutha git frum da bomb I leave da house ta git wit dis gangsta hits Doggs an' locs git redy ta manage a grip Dirty Dale frum insane an' lil Sag frum da dub Dem both of bruthas I gots ta giv em luv Now wut dis sound like Me blastin anyone of my kind foo dat ain't rite I still repent on evrythang that I did Let me put my thangs up I gots ta raise me a kid Baby Goldie gunna hav it jus like Spanky Let me git my funds rite homie don't playa hate me Lite it up blaze it up ain't no need fa chokin Eastside Long Beach foo we West Coast ( hook ) |
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from Tha Eastsidaz - Snoop Dogg Presents Tha Eastsidaz (2000)
Life Goes on (Life, Life, Life, Yeah)
Life Goes on (Life, Life) Lil Tone, Lil Loc Half Dead ken folk Papa Loc, gun smoke, beer bottles & dope Remines twist shit blaze it up and spit this real shit For the homies that R.I.P. Don't trip on crip we keep ya'll alive Meech dogg bigg Ernest, Fred dogg 3 times Like bub Scarface, T-Loc 1 & 2 Big 40 mick dogg this ones for you Sammy Parker we ain't forgot about you O.G. cuzz I'ma show these niggas how it's supposed to be done G-Bo gator, you know I ain't no hater I'ma holla at you later Tic toc don't stop big East slap rock Remember Boot, Murf & Dale - I miss the homies a lot D-O-Dubb you the realest nigga I feel it dogg Man my love ones I miss yall (miss yall) Life Goes on (Life, Life, Life) Life Goes on (Life, Remember, Remember Ya'll) Remember tha G'z that were, here now there gone Life goes on (Life, Life, Life) Pancake Lil man, Lil Tray & Jay dogg God bless ya'll souls and listem may ya'll Kids live a long life, live a strong life, Not the wrong life, let em live they own life G'dub, Jeff hogin we keep it rollin Pancho loc & my homeboy Nollan Big blue from the rear block You keep it real wit a nigga since the pop loc, you bought me soda pop My nigga cartoon, Lil Noock & Pete Both from the north We meet in 7th grade on the B-Ball court Just like the homie Demon Loc Damn too many of my homies got smoked Before I lost 2Pac I lost my Grand Pa Tha Raw dogg, I called him pa pa, aah naw Not Reverend Harris too Dear God, tell me what our church gone do Life Goes on (Life, Life, Life) Life Goes on (Life, Life, Life, Remember, Remember) Remember your loved ones that were, here now there gone Life goes on (Life, Life, Life) If you think that's bad, well that ain't all I gotta give a couple of shouts out to my doggz Eazy E Roger Troutman & The Notorious, B.I.G. My Big Homeboy Mooch you know I love your moms to death In Heaven she rest H.D. - Mary was your pride & Joy & Warren G ya'll my Mutha Phukkkin homeboyz He lost Ola Mae the same way See I be lookin at yall, & wantin to touch my momma everyday I don't know what I'm goin through but I'm there for you See on some real shit homie I care for you Rough times, Rough Rhymes, Heart-ache Man I ease the pane with a glass of bacarda But how could I, & why should I Cause on the real folks it's hard to say good-bye (good-bye) Life Goes on (Life, Life, Life) Life Goes on (Life, Remember, Remember Ya'll) Remember tha G'z that were, here now there gone (Life, Life, Life) Life goes on (Life, Life, Life) Ooh Life Goes on (Life, Life, Life) Life Goes on (Life, Remember) Remember tha G'z that were, here now there gone (Life) ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BROADUS, CALVIN/LONG, JERRY B./WOMACK, CECIL Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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from Goldie Loc - De Bitches (2004)
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De hos snakker jeg har sagt det før! Stikker næsen i ting de ikke burde gør Det resulterer i et opkald halv ti lørdag morgen Nar man knap nok er vagen "L.O.C. du er et svin fuck dig Du skal aldrig nogensinde prøve pa at kontakte mig Sa kan du skride hjem til hende soen ................... Til i vækker naboen! Jeg fucking haber at du gar ned Du ved jo udmærket godt hvem fanden jeg har snakket med Sidste weekend dig Rune og Troo.L.S. Afterparty hotelværelset med den bitch Lad vær at spil dum som om du er blank Jeg ved for fanden godt det ikke er første gang Du er ikke en skid dit svin jeg er mere værd Du kommer til at ærgre dig over hvad fanden du har mistet her" Omkvæd: De bitches lader munden løbe som om den havde diarre Men bitches bare fat det ? det kan en stodder ikke tag sig af I prøver desperat at fuck de ting jeg er pa toppen af Men mit game er for lir fuck hvad i siger ? kommer altid tilbage 2. Vers: Denne gang er det abenbart mig der star forskud Men tag det som en spiller eller lad dig sla ud Den ene sagde til den anden ho' At hun skulle tag at stikke mig opkald nummer 2 "hej skat jeg ved godt du er promiskuøs Men kunne du ikke have fundet en lidt mindre billig tøs Der er knap sa forhadt og mindre skandaløs I passer godt sammen nar du er sa skrupelløs Og du har vel brug for noget mindre glamourøst Lad os sige det sadan hun gør ikke grimme piger nervøse Din leg med kvinder den er infantil Og kan og skal ikke udføres af en imbecil Og du ma have hukommelse som en debil Hvis du tror jeg tager det her med et smil Helt ærligt jeg troede ikke det var din stil Har lige snakket med min bror sa hold lav profil" Omkvæd: De bitches lader munden løbe som om den havde diarre Men bitches bare fat det ? det kan en stodder ikke tag sig af I prøver desperat at fuck de ting jeg er pa toppen af Men mit game er for lir fuck hvad i siger ? kommer altid tilbage 3. Vers: Den er lidt svær at redde ud den her Men nogle lir tøser de er ogsa player Hun holder pisset ægte uden silikone Sa det er med et halvt smil jeg tager min telefon "jeg ringer ikke for at give dig en skideballe For sadan noget det sker jo man kan aldrig vide vel? Nu ved jeg hvor jeg har dig ? og dig hvor du har mig Fuck it jeg er stadig klar! Du troede maske at jeg ville blive overrasket Men vi er lavet af samme stof jeg har ret ik'? Nogle syntes den er svær at leve med Men vi to kan sagtens blive ved ? na men hey jeg ma skride" |
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