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
[Daz] Ready? Yeah... we back Daz Dillinger in the game Death Row, in the house Lettin y'all know, we ain't went nowhere, we right here In effect, c'mon
Ahh yeah, watch out, get ready for war We the Gang and we bang knockin down your door What's the secrets of war I can't take no more Within minutes we get in it comin for you and yours With these automatic toys throughout the world make noise Dippin in low-lows, and jumpin out of fo'-do's Catchin, many and any with the fo'-fo' Blastin and mashin I cash in many for Death Row Rest in peace to my homeboys who ain't alive Now the mission is for us to conquer and ride The worst California we droppin somethin on ya Ain't no one to sound, like ta-pow, you a goner For the simple fact we get Gang Related We have the papers and you suckers hate it What you gon do when we get loose and act a fool Break the rules on you and dust you off with the tools
[Chorus: Tray Deee]
Yeah, you know I ain't nuttin but a gangsta Only with the swoll rolls and the paper Once I get the big bank, gotta shake her Cause I'm tryin to get way too major [x2] [singing] And you know we really like to get down With the Gangsta Boogie [x2]
[Dat Nigga Daz] I penetrate, send it straight to your middle brain Three times dope similar to my nickname A big Caine, ain't nuttin changed now I'm solo My gangsta ass track with the Gang is my logo Ridin with the top down, off lockdown Time for me to knock down fool's whole compound Like the World Trade Center The world made thinner when I'm pullin on my girl gray trigger Figure when I enter I intend to rule this This industry fin to see I'm nuttin to fool wit Like Jack Nicholson, I smack fickle men And pack somethin in my penalty Will well then they see the toppest servin a putdown And I'm on this notice my opponents get took down A crook down from my ground of clout Representin Death Row when I was down and out It don't stop
[Chorus]
[Daz Dillinger] I came in the game with the aim to maim The gangbang murder main slang is strange My first idea when I stare up in the mirror Is how Daz Dillinger gon creep up on the scrilla And if I don't plot then I'll probably not Get my issue, so I gotta figure how to twist you Hit you hard like a gauge shot Watchin fools laid out when the bloodshot sprayed out I shoot my way out these punks for rent So duck when the slugs hit your trunks, you're finished I'm comin out runnin that's to shake the scene Break the green I'll scream out the gangsta theme Do or die! Ain't no lie, that's the way I eat Watch me scope out and choke out the prayout beat GIve me six in the chamber fuck twelve in the box Let the gravedigger be the one shovelin rocks, it don't stop
[Chorus]
[Daz] This how we live, ballin on y'all Fancy cars and houes [singing x1 again] Yeah, and you know we got this, so don't trip, ha ha Yeah, and you know that Yeah, real smoove Straight up, we got get down Gangsta, and we major And we doin, watch out [singing x2 again] Death Row, Daz Dillinger
goddamn, hey, whassup, nigga? oh, shit! whassup? hey, that motherfucker clean hey, whos that? hey, thats dre, nigga, thats the... look at that shit! hangin that motherfucker, goddamn! (look at that!) (laughing) that nigga chromed out up under that motherfucker! hangin?on the bumper, x! hey, hang that shit! what up, dr. dre?
[Tray] Big Tray Deee up in here Layin' fools down wit the homie TQ I gots to do this for my bread & meat This the only way I know how to eat Fools don't know I'm steady on the come up Ya know what I'm sayin'?
Well I was takin' up surveylance tryin' to peep this lick To get the layout raps so I could peal his ?flip? This outta town nigga tryin' to pose & clock So I popped my glock as I observed the spot Was layin' in the cut 'til it's time to jet 7:30PM, now the sun is set My G is in the alley, duffle bag in the trunk Containing gloves, ski mask & my sawed off pump Now when the shit jump, I'll be fully prepared No time for bein' nervous, too down to be scared About to put the plan in effect First, I check the streets And then I precede to creep
[TQ] 1 - Promise the Lord that if you let me do one more lick I'mma stop slangin' & get out this shit No more indo, no more yay But let me keep my Benz & my crib in GA
I pray to the Lord that you do the same for all of my friends I don't ever wanna say this prayer again Gotta see a million and I'm through with this And all I'm gonna need is just one more lick
[TQ] In the morning when I wake up Head to the bathroom, gotta shave my face up Go pick my nigga Jay up )From Corina house, where he always laid up Listen up, we got a busy day My nigga Noid say 23 birds comin' our way And they landin' at the docks at 9 o'clock Let's go see D-Mack at the neighborhood glock shop
Repeat 1
In the evening, we in the Benzo Listenin' to 2Pac, blowin' up some indo And my cellular is getting crossed up I call Kellie, tell her not to wait up (wait up) Nine o'clock on the dot, we at the dock I got my eyes on the nigga wit the dredlocks He the first one I'm gonna pop when the loot come out I'm tapping Bennie so he know which on I'm talkin' about Now shit's about to change - Nigga put ya hand up Before you get stuck And it's turnin' out to be a beautiful day We got the money & the yay Dippin' on the freeway
Next day, the Narc's raid about 6 in the morning You know, break of fuckin' dawn Now Kellie in the courtroom cryin' when I stand up I guess it's one prayer the Lord didn't answer, no no no no
