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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)
You in the War Zone Ha ha yeah uhh T h X uh uh I wanna go universal one time man I wanna talk to the whole world man Cause cause I know niggaz I know niggaz feel this shit man e'rywhere man Don't matter where you at you gotta feel this cuz Trip If you see the police don't stop You got your heat on the seat don't stop My nigga ball 'til you fall don't stop And break a bitch like a law don't stop My nigga get yo' cash don't stop Oh you keep the stash in the dash Don't stop Oh you like to scrape and crawl Don't stop Well we do it with no breaks at all don't stop don't stop don't quit You don't wanna get dropped Don't pop no shit I'm tellin niggaz now off top real spit Like it or not we who you got to deal wit Geah we at your service You in the War Zone now so don't be nervous And it don't stop Everybody drop shit bottom to the top they want me to stop cause I been goin hard on them lately And I feel raising my right hand sayin Mother fucker don't make me slap ya ass for not bringin back the cash Now do it with no breaks trick and get it real fast One of you niggaz gon' feel these bullets Six cannons loaded cock and pull it West gang ridin out that's all we do West gang nigga I ain't gotta explain it to you Let's bang Yeah if you gettin down to the sound don't stop If you gotta dump a few rounds don't stop If some punk clown flags you down don't stop If you don't come from the town don't stop If you tryna hang with the gang don't stop If you makin money tryna slang don't stop If the neighborhood's where you hang don't stop If bustin shots is yo' thang don't stop Geah Look what'chu tryna do my nigga E'rything you talkin 'bout I been through my nigga I'm original busta I'm a D P G War Zone motherfucker in the midst of the streets nigga Geah you get it and go When the boys roll past you're lettin 'em know Heat in the waistband gang of tattoos Compton Eiht don't stop for you fools Won't stop learnt it on 'em I gotta eat chief Now getcha ass in my way I'm snatchin you up by your lil' briefs Now rock twice and do your hand like this If you not then stop representin this gangsta shit So we bangs the clip the main West G spot Compton Long Beach S E Watts Where niggaz is more sick more dumb more gone Trick you know where I'm from the War Zone If you see the police don't stop You got your heat on the seat don't stop My nigga ball 'til you fall don't stop And break a bitch like a law don't stop My nigga get yo' cash don't stop Oh you keep the stash in the dash Don't stop Oh you like to scrape and crawl Don't stop Well we do it with no breaks at all don't stop Don't stop don't stop Don't stop don't stop don't stop |
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from Snoop Dogg - Ego Trippin' [Expicit Version] (2008)
[Kurupt]
Yeah, what up bitch Kurupt Young Gotti, "Ego Trippin" hoe Ha ha, what up Snoop? We back in this bitch homie, ey Daz! So many, so many, so many G's in a 'Lac Blowin' weed in the back Switch, hit a switch, D.P.'s in the act Bigg Snoop Dogg, he a boss like that bitch [Snoop Dogg] Bendin' the curb swervin', blowin' on some hiz-erb The boss has returned, I'm still flyer than a biz-ird Ridin' and Rollin' with them Steelers like I'm Pittsburgh Go against the gang the man will have your whole click served Nice with the mic thang, the hoes love my pipe game Put it in the hole all night, I got nice aim Snoop Dogg nigga, how many times I got to show ya? You don't wanna see this loc'ster Calvin Broadus from the shoulders So, just get your rap on, that I never slacked on Hoe, you got your strap out, here we get our jack on Dick you hoes can snack on, you and your whole crew I'll pull out my nine, now do what you hoes do Di-Di-Di-Dogg Pound, I came to break it down God bless my pimp bone, gettin' my ego trip on, fool Ease back before I trip on you uh, flip on you uh And have them hollows rip on through ya, boy [Kurupt] Dogg Pound is up in this bitch Riders... Yeah, ey Snoop These niggaz ain't shit man So many, so many G's in a 'Lac Blowin' weed in the back Switch, hit a switch, D.P.'s in the act Bigg Snoop Dogg, he a boss like that bitch [Snoop Dogg] Still tokin', title holdin' Desert Eagle .4-5 totin', leave a niggaz brain broken Still loc'n, still potent Still trippin', still tippin', yeah I'm still focused And I'm still flippin', words, do it like ki's for G's We swerve-swerve across seas gettin' cheese with ease I'm still tall and, still ballin' Dumb bitches still callin', foes still fallin' Still bustin' a hoe, still gettin' bucks out a hoe Bitch get outta line I put my Chuck's on her throat Still hittin' switches, still gettin' riches Still the best in the game, I'm still hittin' pitches So, what it do? I'm still at you I ain't forgot about the past cuz, it still be fool gangsta shit, niggaz get to ego grippin' It's Snoop Dogg and I present to y'all "Ego Trippin" So press play [Kurupt] Man I ain't gon' tell you niggaz again Man, we about 17 years and rollin' fool So many, so many G's in a 'Lac Blowin' weed in the back Switch, hit a switch, D.P.'s in the act Bigg Snoop Dogg, he a boss like that bitch Man what else we gon' do man? We'll get this cheese, bang out, ride What up Soopafly, G-Dub, Nate Kurupt Young Gotti is definitely in this beotch We do this... what up Dr. Dre, Daz Nigga we "Ego Trippin"... busta ass niggaz Count us out, we come right back in Push us out this time punk Yeah, and we doin' this our own nigga... |
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from Snoop Dogg - Ego Trippin' [Expicit Version] (2008)
Staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage [x2]
My pockets fill they rerun, your pockets fill they rawzz [Chorus:] I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage, I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage, I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage (yeah!) My pockets fill they rerun your pockets fill they rawzz Its the same story, a nigga rich, I'm on some nigga shit, and your nigga bitach! You better check em, tell em Im off the chain, I buck and bang, homie thats only game, Oh I ain't got a problem, you see me get the staxxx, You see I bought the Phantom, 24's don't come with that, Ive been around the world, check grippin' every state, Your bitch don't like me, she fake, so people might call it hate, But I don't give a damn, a boss's life is how I make that bread, Toss the mic and Ill still be richer than rich and have your bitch make my bed, My pockets fat as shit, you niggas mad as shit, Fuck neither Warner bro's, Im on some Gladys shit, Many have tried and failed, shit I'm out on bail, I make more cheese than your old man and he went to Yale, Shit I went to jail, you can go to hell, You got some shit to tell, I got some shit to sell. [Chorus] Candy paint drippin', look at all them bags, I had to show and brag, cause being broke's a drag, I gotta get this paper, my kids they gotta eat! We got a lotta heat, just case them dollars, cease, Been out for ballin, shot callin' and I make that change, And I don't want the Range, chop that spray on things, Thats how gangsta's do it, we get our green and bricks, We put our green in blunts, you spend your green on chicks, I'm on some playa shit, dynasty straight Lakers shit, Cook it up on some baker shit, and chop it up on some paper bitch! I got my mind right, and my money right, If you ain't in the game for the money, you the funny type, And I'm laughing my ass off, Phantom with the mask off, Legal, so they hatin' when I gas off, You know how Snoopy does it, Phantom, don't bitch touch it, One hundred thousand a show, I'm gettin' dough like fuck! [Chorus] Look how that flag hangin', gangbangin' I ain't no punk, Maintain till that thing came out the truck, make that (A)K go pop pop pop! I'm bout my bidness boy, makin' money never been so smooth, Your bitch you bout to lose, cause she about to choose! And thats the way it goes, S N double O, You want that quiet type, I want that trouble ho! Now go get paper girl, yeah, I meant for real, One time I told a bitch not to come back till she got two thousand dollars in two dollar bills! (Wow!) Thats cold game, a ho thing, I'm high as Soul Plane, I smoked the whole thing, You know how daddy do it, Im true to it, I take a cocaine, bew it then put some blue to it! Thats some gangsta shit, these hoes love this gangsta dick, Khaki's and some gangsta kicks, yea bitch thats my gangsta fit, I'm ballin' boy, and you ain't got to ask, She all about this pimpin', I'm all about this cash, [Chorus] I got [x3] My pockets fill they rerun your pockets fill they rawzz |
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