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You say you wanna take a ride? Get in
I grew up on that other side, getting it in
You niggas selling bunch of pies, snatch a Benz
I heard you say its going down, Im going in
Go tell em its a homicide
Go tell em its a homicide
Go tell em its a homicide
Go tell em its a homicide, ya ya
Fighting, shooting, killing, riding, cripping, tripping, spitting fire
In the kitchen, baking pies, taking mines, making mines
Yellow tape, black gun, fill it with them hollow shells
And leave the scene bloody, buddy cant nobody tell
Catch a plane to the ATL, lay low in a cheap motel
Whatever suits ya, and get a few thangs from my cousin Future
Now Im back on and popping like
Trapping, rapping in the cut, talk shit, I fuck you up
They dont recognize who I am or where Im from
So I hit the strip club banging 20 Crip cuz
Treble with the bass, put that thang up in yo shavening
And leave yo body bleeding on the pavement
You say you wanna take a ride? Get in
I grew up on that other side, getting it in
You niggas selling bunch of pies, snatch a Benz
I heard you say its going down, Im going in
Go tell em its a homicide
Go tell em its a homicide
Go tell em its a homicide
Go tell em its a homicide, ya ya
How many will ride open up that fye
You gotta question a nigga standing next to you, cut him off
I grew up on the side you gotta make yourself a boss
Niggasll shit on you any chance they get
Cross you out on a lick
If you aint ready for the ending then quit
Its a dirty world, you gotta get your hands dirty
Im going for the title with my hands on the rifle
I put in the same work you put in, survival
Looking at my rival, they looking suicidal
Keep them bodies off wax, I can spot a rat
Let the guitars play, brraaat!
You say you wanna take a ride? Get in
I grew up on that other side, getting it in
You niggas selling bunch of pies, snatch a Benz
I heard you say its going down, Im going in
Go tell em its a homicide
Go tell em its a homicide
Go tell em its a homicide
Go tell em its a homicide, ya ya
Slang a bunch of packs, and go and snatch a Benzo
I played them streets as a young nigga, aint never liked Nintendo
Them gangstas in the yard, them my motherfucking kinfolk
Theyll kidnap you and yo broad daylight, no pretendo
I grew up round a bunch of monsters, apply that pressure on ya
Be so scared for ya life, you call the police on ya
You ready say you ready
You gon starve or you want fetti? Yo lifell change a second
Good or bad, dont open yo mouth, make sure you shut it
Aint no telling who listening, make a wise decision
Im from cross the tracks, like Boosie
If you ride, you better know who shooting
You say you wanna take a ride? Get in
I grew up on that other side, getting it in
You niggas selling bunch of pies, snatch a Benz
I heard you say its going down, Im going in
Go tell em its a homicide
Go tell em its a homicide
Go tell em its a homicide
Go tell em its a homicide, ya ya |
Daz, come check it out
Nigga, get the camera, nigga?
Tear that ass up, yeah, honey you like that uh
Oh yeah, huh, oh, bust a nut, hold it, hold it
Oh, Ima bust a nut in your motherfuckin mouth
Hold on, take this motherfucker
What the fuck then? Ima bust that in your motherfucker
both climax
Ooh, bitch you got some bomb azz pussy
Oooh, you got some bomb
Ah, bitch you got some bomb azz pussy
Ah, bitch you got some bomb azz pussy
Ah, bitch you got some bomb azz pussy
The bar is closed, bitch you got some bomb azz pussy
Have you ever, have you ever had some bomb pussy?
Have you ever, have you ever had some bomb pussy?
Have you ever, have you ever had some bomb pussy?
Have you ever?
I took a trip to the other side of the planet
Fuckin hoes in Japan didnt understand it
Joe Cool is my witness and the homey Style
Blowin Saki part one, gettin buckwild
With some hoes from the other side of the globe
I mean this bitch pussy so tight its fittin like a glove
Could it be a small case of puppy love you see?
Hey bitch you aint in love with me
Now if I fucked yo bitch, would a nigga trip?
Did you know your hos goin round blowin niggas dicks?
Now would you trip? Now trip I can, I go back
To when me and Daz was chillin in Atlanta
Atlanta was the place to be, see it was bitches and shit
We had a, show to go do down at the FreakNik
We had a, bitch that was all up on our dicks
Cause she knew about the homey and she knew about the Click
Im Kurupt, and thats Dat Nigga Daz
And thats the homey El, so whats poppin with the azz
Got some bomb azz pussy
Bitch you got some bomb azz pussy
I heard that
Bitch you got the bomb
Shit, you got the bomb azz pussy
I heard you got some bomb
My homeboy told me
Bitch you got the bomb
He said you got some bomb
Oooh, shit you got some bomb azz pussy
Dont front, I know you got the bomb
Yeah, I smell it, can I inhale it?
Let you tell it, I know you got
Some bomb azz pussy
(Talking:
You know sometimes
The pussy gets to callin me man
And the pussy be like Daz...
And I respond to the pussy like, whats happenin?
And you can fuck me, and fuck my cousin
And fuck Nate
Then fuck everyone of my motherfuckin homies, in the DPG
Shhhh)
Now tell the homies whats happenin ho, for real
Show me some sex and affection and lick me down slow ya know
Thats what I want, thats what I need
Now Id only satisfy you to fulfill my needs
The ho get to suckin, five minutes later be get to fuckin
Now the ho shocked, me just slipped off the rubber
I said OOOH , NOO
While I bust a hellified superfied nut, I had to go
Straight pimpin in the city, shakin ass and titties
Some bitches had the bomb puss, but some bitches didnt
Now have you ever...
Have you ever had some bomb azz pussy?
That make you wanna scream Dogg Pound
Have you ever had some bomb azz pussy?
That make you wanna scream Dogg Pound
Have you ever had some bomb azz pussy?
That make you wanna scream Dogg Pound
Have you ever had some bomb azz pussy?
That make you wanna scream Dogg Pound
:
Bitch you got the bomb, I wanna fuck you
I wanna fuck that bitch
Come here bitch
Bend Over
What, and then what?
What, and then what?
What, and then what?
What, and then what?
I know you got the bomb
I know you got the bomb
I know you got the bomb |
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
Narcotics vision of death merchant, shipping and handling yola I supply
Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye
Whatchu tryna buy, pimpin? yknow its kinda dry here
Yeah, I only gotta couple of pies left thatll last me through the year
Yola, ice cream candy
Man that shit be comin in handy
Its real walkie talkie
I got that from the DBs, my cousin.. work dirty!
If you want em I got em; you here for the cop, youd better be about your grip
Devour any cowards, sours slippery at the lip
Beast up, suck up to none, dont be no sucker
Be a block monster, be a reputable motherfucker
Real mannish with my Spanish
If aint about no gouda, partner you can vanish
Dont get put up in yo place
Give me 40 feet and an ounce of space
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
Now-A-Laters, gum drops, jelly beans
Lollipops and triple beams
Blue carpet, yeah thats the treatment
Candy so sweet, got everybody eatin it
Bigg Snoop Dogg, Im the star of this
So gone on and get yourself a bar of this
No change man.. gimme the bucks
The kinda candy I sell they call it deez nutz
Im almond with the caramel insides
European front end with the french fries
How it feel man? What it look like?
Im in your neighborhood, pullin on some Bud Light
Sweet and sticky, take it out the wrapper
Now put it in your mouth
To the beat of the drum, itll be fun
And I bet you cant just eat one
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
Im in the hood with the six-trey candy paint
Lil somethin to chunk, make the hoes all faint
If you know when to beep, jump my baby rate
When I grip round her butt, I hold her steady
G-yeah.. she my one and only
Quick to keep back haters who dont know me
I... feel... good about candy
My gangstas understand me
Shake it baby, dont break it baby, now can you make it clap?
Tryna fit this work in your gap
Drop it like it water pagoda, get my hustle on
I get it from you then I step on you to bubble on
Its gettin sweeter than a sugar cane
Here come that sugar daddy, black, rollin on gold thangs
Foshigiddy, he turned it into somethin, boy
Cause I cant leave this filthy game without my Almond Joy
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
Its like candy, candy! Get it how you want it
Whip it, twist it, pop your whip up on the corner
Voila, taadow, check out this bizarre
The D-A-T the N-I double G, the D-A-Z
Again its up in the wind, feel the breeze for shit
God damn! You already know who I am
Chrome on chrome, blue on blue, frost colors switches
Hit the gas, hit the brake, yall really burn rubber?
Dip, drop, drop, dip
Stop, dip, ghost ride the whip!
Yeah, nigga, shot caller
Its Americas number one baller
Man I dont give a fuck, like, Fuck it
Hi, bye, slide in the bucket
Little momma all up on a nigga like a coat
I got the perfect thang thatll coat her throat
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water
You want em? I got em, drippin like water |
Nuthin but a gangsta party
Nuthin but a gangsta party
Got me up against the fence, back against the wall
Get to actin like a fool if ain’t no justice for the Dogg
Got to take it out on all, yall
Better read the papers, all my homies goin crazy, baby
Only God could save us
Got my, mind on currency, hurry, see I aint worried
Its a gangsta party so, Bad Boy gettin buried
Snoop Dogg, why they fantasize
When we ride it’s a must adversaries die every time
Yes, yes, yall, not $hort but Snoop Dogg
And you know its like that yall
Im so smooth about my paper check it just how its done
Im servin any on a platter Snoop Dogg Corleone
Corleone, now do you know what that mean?
A Teflon Don to this hip-hop game, super supreme
Its like what happen can happen but will it stop
That wont happen Im feelin good about the mission for jackin
singing
Ayo Pac, can you feel me?
Why these fools, tryin to kill me?
rapping
Its so hard to stay focused on my eyes and prize
But if I dont, the Dogg wont survive
We ballin in my opinion, eternal was wild wheel spinnin
Once implemented it’s represented for five minutes
Two of the livest wanted dead or alive
We riders, ban us cause we inquired and watch the Gs ride
Two of Americas most, straight out the West Coast
Bow down fool, this is Death Row
Been waitin way too long, fresh out the pen, now its on
Cmon, Snoop Dogg, time to bone
Aint nothin changed too down to hang I slang a bang with a rhyme
Me and the homey Pac trippin Death Row on knobs
Gon survive by Eastside of DPGz
Still creepin bump through the hood, always involved in the streets
Snoop Doggy Dogg homie, did you forget who I was
The big homie to you, there it is and there it was
Now take a look through the eyes of a G
And just ride to the rhythm of a gangsta beat
All my homies tellin me
Aint no love for a real G
Straight cowards all you playa haters kill me
Throw up your hands if you feel me
We gettin dollars, homie, holler if you hear me
Its one time for my comrades doin bad lockdown
Fresh out bust the top and bounce drop down
Can you visualize perfection
Cause every ryder in my set labelled a vet best in their profession
Dont hold your breath, stick to Smith & Wesson
Steady study your lessons to keep the crowd guessin
Straight gangsta, yknow
Money to be made, situations get deeper
Niggas always tryin to creep
But I know what time it is
Gangstas, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, gangstas
Play or stay
Yeah, play or stay
Yknow? Stay a gangsta
All my doggs, all my niggas on lockdown, Big Dogg
Its for you nigga
We gonna ride this motherfucker til the wheels fall off
Yeah yeah
Play or stay
Yeah, play or stay
Yeah yeah, play or stay
Yeah yeah, Death Row!
Yeah yeah, my nigga 2Pac rest in peace
Dogg Pound
Dippin real hard yknowhatImsayin?
Yeah yeah, stay down
Gangstas gangstas
Foe life, Eastside!
Westside of the coast
Yeah, Eastside!
Mmmm, for all my soldiers
Yeah
Where ya at?
Yeah
Yknow? Yeah
Stay down
For real
Yknow? What it look like?
Mmm, what it feel like?
It aint easy, yknow? Death Row |
Thats right
Some of that shit you just cant fuck with
Tha Dogg Pound flava, for the nine-fever
Know what Im sayin? Michelle in the house
Thats right, set it off
Young Daz struck a match and the match went out
But it wasnt no more lights in the house, check it out
Speakin of house lets play a game of it
Are ya wit it? Hide and go get it, I betcha love it baby
Ill play the daddy and you can play the mama
So we can get down upon the living room floor
Are ya wit it? I promise I wont kill it
Puddy-cat on the loose, what should I do, should I kill it?
Yeah
See back in the day when we used to play
You wanted to be with me
Now that is so right and natural
No other man that I can see
Im singin in my background
Diggin up a hole for you to make your move
But no longer will I feed your ego
Lets play house
Engine engine number nine
Rollin down the DP line
Engine engine number nine
Rollin down the DP line
You play the mama then
Ill play the daddy
You can play the mama and Ill play the daddy
You can play the mama and
Ill be the daddy
And Ill be the daddy that runs the house, straight up
Im in the shack bout to blaze up a sack
Yeah we grown all alone posted up in the back
Theres no mistakin, I can have the whole house shakin
Young Daz in that ass baby doll no fakin
Dont get me wrong, tell me whats the flavor of the song
You know its Daz in your drawers when ya mama aint home
Ring the alarm, I got ya buzz, lovin me
Physically and mentally, I knew that it was never meant to be
I know you know this girl by the name of Danielle
Body of a Goddess face from hell
But oh shhh, this wasnt the average trick
and she like gobblin and swallowin
A whole nine and a half on dat black ass
Groupie now all the hoochies wanna do me from the past
To the present let me rep and present
The biggest nigga hittin all the hoes in your click
Fast as lightning, runnin through like the breeze
In the summertime out on the corners making Gs
Its the thirst, but I can show somethin much worse
Than the thirst, if worse came to worse, but first things first
Brenda, I can remember
How hot yall be gettin, eighty-seven, eighty-six, and, yeah
The year a young man grows
Some women become ladies, some turn into hoes
Young hoes grown, find a way to stay wit me
In the cut wit Kurupt, come and play with me, yeah
If ya wanna be wit me, stay wit me, play wit me
Come correct when you step to me
My, sweet, baby
If ya wanna be wit me, stay wit me, play wit me
Come correct when you step to me
My, sweet, baby
Lets play house, lets play house, lets play house
Lets play house, lets play house |
What they call you where you from, nigga?
Looking at the legend I become, nigga
I cant help but feeling like I am the one, nigga
What they call you where you from, nigga?
What they call you where you from, nigga?
What they call you where you from, nigga?
I cant help but feeling like I am the one, nigga
Im a 108 bus catching
Blue line train riding, westsider with the young extras
These old rules came with no questions
Wrong to live by them but its no exceptions
Was young and reckless with loaded weapons
The code of ethics lead to self destruction
When its over, you left with nothing
This life aint it boy, better check the subtext
Or the fine print, felt entitled to this fly shit
Felt like every bad bitch should be on my dick
Felt like niggas lied to us on some fraud shit
Fuck it, thats just how the ball bounce on some boss shit
Right here with all my brothers, on some squad shit
All money, one nation under God shit
Naybahood, Nipsey Hussle, on some boss shit
AKA nigga born broke, gotta die rich
What they call you where you from, nigga?
In my city, that was question number 1, nigga
Looking like the legend I become, nigga
I cant help but feeling like I am the one, nigga
What they call you where you from, nigga?
What they call you where you from, nigga?
What they call you where you from, nigga?
I cant help but feeling like I am the one, nigga
A nigga had the nerve to walk up on me ask me where Im from
I told him I aint bang, he didnt listen so I gave him one
Not the cididy one, nigga try to hit him up
Now you wanna get him up, set it up and wet it up
Now from the hood, checking niggas on the daily
Started off BG, OG, baby
Real live homie, two heaters in my seat
Had to check a nigga at the Compton Swap Meet
Where you from? I dont bang
Where you live? Where you hang?
Say the wrong thing, and bang
Lights out, kites out to the homies in the pen
Crippin in the city, we aint let the cuz in
A lot of niggas camouflage, try to blend in to fit in
Get a hood rat so they set in
But if she got a brother, a daddy, or a cousin
They hit your ass up like motherfuckers, where you from, cuh?
What they call you where you from, nigga?
In my city, that was question number 1, nigga
Looking like the legend I become, nigga
I cant help but feeling like I am the one, nigga
What they call you where you from, nigga?
What they call you where you from, nigga?
What they call you where you from, nigga?
I cant help but feeling like I am the one, nigga |
Look how hard mama work just trying to get by
And enough ghetto youth so they still want no get no bly
Just keep on the hustle ‘cause we have to stay pon the grind
Don’t give up on yo dreams ‘cause you know the sun will shine
The sun will shine
I’m tired in the morning, too late at night
See mama scraping for nickles and dimes
On the salary she’s making we can barely survive
Tell me is these something greater in this life?
Wait, said mama
Patience, said mama
Breaking down is not an option
Make it happen my son
Look how hard mama work just trying to get by
And enough ghetto youth so they still want no get no bly
Just keep on the hustle ‘cause we have to stay pon the grind
Don’t give up on yo dreams ‘cause you know the sun will shine
The sun will shine
How much more can my mama take?
Now I’ve got to step up to the play
Can’t afford to make mistakes
Ain’t no time to waste
Wait, said mama
Patience, said mama
Breaking down is not an option
Make it happen somehow
Look how hard mama work just trying to get by
And enough ghetto youth so they still want no get no bly
Just keep on the hustle ‘cause we have to stay pon the grind
Don’t give up on yo dreams ‘cause you know the sun will shine
The sun will shine
The whole damn system a-make it so hard
From California straight to New York
From Chicago going straight down her yard
People everywhere, there might be work and a strife
Can’t get a visa to fly over the borderline
Everywhere I go them facing much harder times
They know the grass no greener pon the other side
But me still want see what me cant find
Look how hard mama work just trying to get by
And enough ghetto youth so they still want no get no bly
Just keep on the hustle ‘cause we have to stay pon the grind
Don’t give up on yo dreams ‘cause you know the sun will shine
The sun will shine
Look how hard mama work just trying to get by
And enough ghetto youth so they still want no get no bly
Just keep on the hustle ‘cause we have to stay pon the grind
Don’t give up on yo dreams ‘cause you know the sun will shine
The sun will shine |
Domino motherfucker whats happenin?
Ahh nigga eat a dick nigga, dont break my mommas nice ass table nigga
Yeah fuck that, fuck what they talkin bout nigga
Rack them motherfuckin dominoes up nigga
Fuck that nigga, just look, look out for the table nigga
Fuck that
Aiyyo wheres Snoop Dogg?
I dont know them niggas went upstairs with that big booty bitch man
Ahh no he aint bustin no nuts on my mommas spread
That nigga up there gettin his socks blown the fuck off
Gettin his ass chewed out
Better ask somebody
Balls licked up and down
Hell yeah
Aiyyo whats up with them niggas that was on the TV dissin you?
Man fuck them niggas, man I aint thinkin about that old shit, man
Busta ass, HIV pussy-ass motherfuckers
Yo yo yo Daz, easy come, easy-
Gunshot |
Is that the Black Santa Claus?
I want a Super Intendo , yeah
Sega Genesis , yeah
Street Fighter 2
And a gang of toys , uh
Mommy, mommy, mommy
Its 12:30 a.m., Christmas Eve
Im out with the gangstas and thieves
Celebratin, postin up with eggnog head up-up in my cup
Put Rudolph in motion, sleigh all bang-bangin and coastin
Down the block, but be careful for the hawk because its posted
Some stay to this day that Christmas aint nothing but another day
But, out of respect, I gotta give the Lord his day
Tell me, tell me, where do the homeless and bums got to sleep?
Where do hungry and the needy-greedies got to eat?
Life is so crucial and cold, as for, for the children
In this world they hopes and dreams cant unfold
The young and old churches, the spiritual dreams, seasonal things
Heard throughout the ghetto, reaches gangstas and dope fiends, huh
Cause those who aint able get it now can finally get it
Cause the ghetto Santa Claus has sprinkled the hood, now we ballin
Livin to a new year of better thangs
Celebrate it with some Champagne, haha, check it
Santa Claus
Is coming straight to the ghetto
Now on the first day of Christmas, my homeboy gave to me
A sack of the Krazy Glue and told me to smoke it up slowly
Now on the second day of Christmas, my homeboy gave to me
A fifth of Henn-dawg and told me to take my mind off that weed
Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasnt nothin but game to me
Back then, you woke up to the sound of I Saw Mama Kissing Santa
Made you reminisce on the old fashion Christmas days
Gifts, Mr. Fat Man jolly with joy
Down ya chimney with toys for lil girls and boys
Pumped up, I jumped up before the sun peeped in
And hoped to catch a Santa Claus creepin down my hall
Run to the window, put my eyes to the sky
To see if I could see the sleigh that parlayed and pushed a fat guy
I sigh, aint no sign, but everything under this tree in my house is mine
My bike, that, and this plastic ninell do fine til next year come
I try to see the same thing, they got us brainwashed dumb
And when you find it aint no Santa, Christmas still mean a lot
Cause its the time to get together and give all you got
You got food, good moods, and whats better than together with your people
Well-wishers give a toast by the tree, its Merry Christmas
Santa Claus
Is coming straight to the ghetto
Santa Claus on the ceiling, Jack Frost chillin
Pinch the Grinch for being a holiday villain
Seasons greetings, all the proceedings
Are brought to you by the church house where well be eatin
Chestnuts roastin on a open fire
Singin my jingle, where is Kris Kringle?
I didnt pout and I aint even shouted
I even stayed in the house when the homies tried to sneak me out
And all I want for Christmas is my six-four Chevrolet
And a granddaughter for her grandmother Beverly
Aint that somethin? Nah, aint that nothin
How its Christmas time and my rhymes steady bumpin
Everybody happy , hair still nappy
Gonna steal a gift for my old grandpappy
Catch me giving out turkeys at the church house
Dont try to work me, just stand in line and everything gon be fine
Holla at ya folks, boy, its goin down
Aint no help from no elves, just Tha Dogg Pound
And we passin out gifts, blazin up spliffs
Christmas on the Row, can you dig it?
Santa Claus
Is coming straight to the ghetto
Christmas Eve, I believe 76 was the year
Girls and boys full off joy with the season cheer
Smell the sky, hella pies and cakes gettin baked
To be ate after everything gone off your plate
But wait, not tonight its straight beans and rice
On the table, are we able to proceed tonight?
I wonder what the morn bringin so its hard to doze off
Three o clock in my socks I crack the door soft
Hopin when I open the door Ill see Santa
Now who the hell is this in this blue bandana?
Messin with the boxes thats up under the tree
Look like Santa Claus done crossed into a woman to me
Now Im comin to see the whole picture gettin clearer
How we have less as X-Mas get nearer
Mirror, mirror, please, its seemed Ive been deceived
And thank you, Saint Trick, for the gifts I received
So I creep back, and act like I aint even peeped it
Thisll be me and moms private secret
Santa Claus
Is coming straight to the ghetto
Santa Claus
Is coming straight to the ghetto
We wish you a happy new year
We wish you a happy new year
We wish you a happy new year
We wish you a happy new year
Santa Claus
Is coming straight to the ghetto
Santa Claus
Is coming straight to the ghetto |
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my homey Dru house to puff on the loop
Seen my little homey Style who I aint seen in a while
Damn near gone, floatin on cloud one-nine
Liquor sto, so I grab some mixed gin and juice
Got a quarter pound of bud so Im fucked up two
Seven, eight, nine ten eleven twelve
Bailed back in the crib Because Im all-in
Conversated then I dug the ho out
I fixed me some food, then boned the hell out
Two A.M. on the dizot, I pause and I stizop
I reminisce on that ass that I rizocked
Now Im high as a kite
Yeahh, and Im feelin alright
Four A.M. as I stoll back to my crib
To see whats with my woman and my newborn kid
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
We do this everyday about the same time, beyotch!
I was at the park one day, thats when I saw her face
She looked kind of cavi to me
But when I take her home, and tap that ass Im gone
Im just a dog dont blame me
Now do I love them hoes?
And why is that?
And you never gave a fuck about a bitch;
Cause to you, bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks
Ha hah, dee dee dadi dah
Listen to the sounds from my nigga Doggy Dogg
Slidin through the city in the rag six-fo
Hoppin like a motherfucker tryin to find a ho
Hittin all the spots but Im comin up blank
Im headed to the liquor store to get myself some drank
Parks my ride as I, steps inside, as I
Puts my nine double-M to my side, as I
Continue with my mission
Pussy is my dish and Im fishin, wishin
Upon a star, to come up on some ends
Pushin caviar, and a little bit of pussy
So I can get my pimp on
Cause my pen gets my pimp on from G to ozone
I have pimped my pen, on cold Michigan nights
And the bitch didnt freeze up on me, when I wanted her to write
I have pimped my pen in the hot California sun
And the bitch didnt drip, smear, or run
As she turned the trick pages, from looseleaf to zig-zags
I have pimped my pen and she is number one in my stable
For I have yet not got a refill, for her
I love her thats why she keeps, performing for me
I have pimped my pen... and she is number one, in my stable
Pleasure, is the treasure that the girl sells all day
Pleasure is the reason that she brings daddy his pay
Dedicated the ho, dedicated for sure
Dripping willows on satin pillows
Love is being checked, from a ho
Dead presidents still getting their fuck on
Im so happy because aint nothing like a lollipop
That gets sucked, ALL day long
A tangy, little candy drop
I love it when she brings me the pay
Dedicated like everyday... to the sunshine
Yeah my ho brings me mine
For like she said shed do it
And I believed her when I accepted
Yeah I got pimp bones in my body
And I rock them, like la-di-da-di
I rock them, mighty hardy, like la-di-da-di
I got pimp bones in my body |
Yo, whats happening?
What you crying for?
Now you know you look too damn good to be crying
Come here, holla at a playa
DPG style, you know, you know
When I think of our untimely end
And everything we could have been
I cry, baby, I cry
Okay, so its five AM and I still cant sleep
Took some medicine, but its not working
Someones clinging to me and its bittersweet
Cause hes head over heels, but it aint that deep
I finally changed my number, got a different pager
Then last Saturday your cousin called
To say youre trying to reach me
Probably because you see that Im with someone new
Late at night like a little child
Wandering round alone in my new friends home
On my tippy toes, so that he wont know
I still cry baby, over you and me
Sipping Baileys Cream, by the stereo
Trying to find relief on the radio
Im suppressing the tears
But they start to flow
Cause the next song I hear is the song I wrote
When we first got together early that September
I cant bear to listen, so I might as well drift
In the kitchen pour another glass or two
And try to forget you
Late at night like a little child
Wandering round alone in my new friends home
On my tippy toes so that he wont know
I still cry, baby, over you and me
Baby, hear me when I say
Let that man be on his way
Dont even waste your time
And worry bout how he handle things
Baby, hear me when I say
A playa feeling good today
You know youre too fly to even waste your time
Watch how I handle things
Man, yous a fool for this
But on the real dog, Im cool with this
We doing this
D-O double G Z-Y
Kiss the girls and make them cry
Late at night like a little child
Wandering round alone in my new friends home
On my tippy toes, so that he wont know
I still crybaby over you and me
Late at night like a little child
Wandering round alone in my new friends home
On my tippy toes, so that he wont know
I still crybaby over you and me
I dont get no sleep
Im up all week
Cant stop thinking of you and me
And everything we used to be
It could have been so perfect
Still I cry, I cry, I cry
Oh, I gotta get me some sleep
Baby and I cry, cry, cry, cry
Baby and I cry, cry, cry, cry
Late at night like a little child
Wandering round alone in my new friends home
On my tippy toes, so that he wont know
I still crybaby over you and me
Late at night like a little child
Wandering round alone in my new friends home
On my tippy toes, so that he wont know
I still crybaby over you and me
Baby, and I cry, cry, cry, cry
Do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do
Baby and I... |
S.D., O.T
Breezy, Snoop D-O-double-G and O.T., O.T., O.T
Snoop D
I got 25 ways I can get it
And 20 homeboys thats fully with it
Its only gon take bout 30 minutes
From the effects that you feel from the bag of spinach
Its vintage, authentic, I have no limits
C Walk in the party, let the Crips up in it
To handle our business, baby, put your back up in it
C.B., O.T., yeah, we back up in it
The west coast do the most, take a drag of the dope
House party like a motherfucker, full of my folks
He and dog, O.E. and a couple of Ps
Pile of seeds, weed, and a couple of Gs
Ooh wee, I got the mic, its my turn
The roof is on fire, let that motherfucker burn
We dont need no water if your daughter is hot
Just send her to the Dogg so I can woop-de-wop
Sexy girl, you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3s company
Girl, I dont mind, fun times, oh, baby
Let me see you walk, step to me
This way when you shake that booty
Hit your walk, hop to it
Ima show you how a real player do it
Skip, skip, skip, skip, skip
Im a long beach nigga, long beach Crip
C Walk the party, big thang on her hip
Gun never tiny, you can kiss this tip
Handle, got that stick like magic
Hit it, let her fall for the silver sand
But I dont drink it straight, where the Kool-Aid?
Leave a nigga bloody like bootleg
Im a northside nigga, stand on my toes
Sisqó nigga, staying on the hoes
I heard she a flip, ran off her clothes
Threw her in the air, landed on the bros
O.T., S.D., C.B
Get any nigga say some, gotta see me
36 Os, pair of phones
Double M give it up, chunky
Sexy girl, you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3s company
Girl, I dont mind, fun times, oh, baby
Let me see you walk, step to me
This way when you shake that booty
Hit your walk, hop to it
Ima show you how a real player do it
I aint tryna knock your hustle, babe
You know Im a dog, but theres no petting
More fire, more loud, we all gettin blazed
You lookin like twins, both hands, two bodies
One Im in the sheets, other one her knees
Mary Janes a freak, and I love Molly
Im tryna paint two Mona Lisas
One black, one white, at the same time
Them strobe lights keep flashing
Its just me and you two in this room
And it feels like déjà vu
Like I been here with you two, before
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, girls on top of girls, when we walk in
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Sexy girl, you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3s company
Girl, I dont mind, fun times, oh, baby
Let me see you walk, step to me
This way when you shake that booty
Hit your walk, hop to it
Ima show you how a real player do it
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, girls on top of girls, when we walk in
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Breezy, Snoop D-O-double-G and O.T., O.T., O.T
Yeah, 3s company, baby
Breezy, Snoop D-O-double-G and O.T., O.T., O.T
You know how we do it, we the west, yall
Breezy, Snoop D-O-double-G and O.T., O.T., O.T
C.B., uh, O.T., yeah, S.D
Breezy, Snoop D-O-double-G and O.T., O.T., O.T
Ooh wee, ooh wee |
Aye, we doin this for the fans
For the motherfuckers that be in our corner
This right here is some live shit
Aint one word written down
Aint no words from my mind
This is the shit right off the level
This how we do it
Cause most of the time, what niggas like
Niggas know me!!!
But they dont know the D-O-double-G
They dont know oh-oh-oh
I say they swear they know me!!!
But they dont know the D-O-double-G
They dont know oh-oh-oh
My niggas down with me!!!
Until the day I d-i-e-e-e
You hos know oh-oh-oh
I say my niggas down with me!!!
Until the day I d-i-e-e-e
You hos know oh-oh-oh
If theres a cure for this
I dont want it, I dont need it
And if theres a cure for this
I dont need it, I dont want it
If theres a cure for this
I dont want it, I dont need it
And if theres a cure for this
I dont need it, I dont want it
Im up early in the mornin, tryin to get paid
Cause my minds on my money, everything is so made
I play game in the youngster, as a youngster
Tryin to make my money, tryin to become a hustler
Finally made the status
Gladys Knight and the Pips
Snoop Dogg bout to trip
Catch your grip and then Ill dip
Makin money is a must for me, I gots to have it
Cause you know my lifestyle is like 2Pacs, its just so lavish
Just movin on paper; movin, makin and shakin
Leavin fools in a daze, as if, I was a Laker
Break em down and shake em, pass it off to 2Pac
And let him take a jump shot
Because he gon give it all he got
Back in the old days, niggas was suckers, tried to belittle me
But that was when I was much smaller, just a little G
But now Im a just a bigger baller
Niggas dont wanna see me, because Im larger and taller
Made my money get bigger, bank account is larger
Niggas dont wanna see me
They label Dogg the father
When they see us on the streets, niggas scream peace
They dont want it
Cause they screamin they Cant C Me
You heard the album, All Eyez On Me
If theres a cure for this
I dont want it, I dont need it
And if theres a cure for this
I dont need it, I dont want it
If theres a cure for this
I dont want it, I dont need it
And if theres a cure for this
I dont need it, I dont want it
Take a trip around the world
Cause thats what a nigga love to do
Im havin money like a niggas suppose to
You know this money be the topic that Im spittin on
Cause I gots to get my grip and fingers gots to keep it on
Im scratchin for some scratch and some scrilla
Tryin to get the big paper
Cause yo, paper is a killer
Leavin niggas on daze
Cause yes, money pays
Cause, if you aint got it
Then it seems you out plottin
Tryin to do you a robbery, or some type of assault
But you just might get caught
But you know it aint my fault
Im gon dip away and slip away
And find me a hideaway
And look for my nigga Pac
Gon and take the ride away
Well Ill be right there homie, uh
Whats up baby?
You lookin crazy like you dont really know me
I know you heard the album, I Aint Mad at Cha
So move closer, big baby, let me stab at cha
You know the rules, Big Pac in this motherfucker
Dont look at me crazy, cause baby I aint with them other suckers
This Thug Life, baby, Outlaw Immortalz
I thought I taught you
Baby we dont do it, but we fought you
And when we did, we beat you ass niggas in the streets
To the motherfuckin studio
Soundin like Phil Collins, singin su-su-sudio
You niggas is booty
If theres a cure for this
I dont want it, I dont need it
And if theres a cure for this
I dont need it, I dont want it
If theres a
I say niggas know me!!!
But do they know the D-O-double-G?
They dont know oh-oh-oh
Say niggas know me
But do they know the D-O-double G?
You dont know oh-oh-oh
Niggas down with me!!!
Until the day I D-I-E
You hos know oh-oh
I say down with me
Until the day I D-I-E
You hos know oh-oh
Its like a family
Corleone style , or mafioso
Snoop Dogg bout to do it like Mussolini slow
E.D.I. what up nigga? I see you, I feel you real now
Snoop Dogg bout to show how you, how I peel the crowd
I step back, relax
New jacks, they get smacked up against the wall
When they, think that they can get with that, nigga Doggy Dogg
Im so smo-o-o-th , I keep it on the real-a
Cause, Im a true killa when it come to makin scrilla
Them niggas know, I suppose they froze
Once they seen me and the Dogg, doin clothes in the videos
Bitches pause, we all up in them drawers
Baby you know the secret, uh, I gots to keep it
Money, paper, and bitches, my only motto
Drink out the cold forty bottle
My dog, you know these niggas is hogs
Now me and Snoop came up, and built our name up
Bitches thought they had us crossed, but bitch I got my game
Plus, Im a motherfuckin baller, alcoholic
You can ask my homie K
Hell tell you, Ive been ballin since around the way
And E.D.I., had a baby
Hes needy, but hes crazy
Got these niggas runnin wild from this fuckin .380, now uh
Check this out
If theres a cure for this
I dont want it, I dont need it
And if theres a cure for this
I dont need it, I dont want it
If theres a cure for this
You dont want it biatch
Dont need it |
Intro and
I bang with the gang that dont need no intro
We run from East Long Beach to West South Central
Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows
Dip 4s and pimp hos while the indo blow
You know that west coast low mentality
Focused on reality but livin in a whole notha galaxy
We keep it straight hard but guard the spot
Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot
Dont matta there still be fine hos to gatha
Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha
Its routine the coupe clean lets 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 its hatin when your skatin and your
Pockets is fat
Dont act for a minute like your ass surprised
Just reconize the real way that gangstas ride
If it aint chronic dont blaze it up
And if it aint a chevy dont raise it up
You know we keep it bangin dont fake the funk
So all the real niggas stay gangstad up
We makin paper only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin dont fake the funk
Keep it real motherfucka stay ganstad up
Its goin down motherfuckaz like dat
Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp
And the nockin dont stop
I hope nobody dont call the cops
It dont stop the beatll make your pop block
Na betta yet cuz dis shitll keep your Glock cocked
You think Im trippin fool I aint 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 Im a gangsta crip
C-walkin holdin on the extra clip
Now you wanna be a friend
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
Bridge:
I-i-i stay gangstad up cuz it just lives in me
And when I seen enuff I guess dats when Ill free sumbody
Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me
I wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumbody
Im 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 niggas who talk bitch shit
Real niggas feel dis lets get rich
Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLCs and all the DPGs
Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now
You lookin like me I guess you wanna be me now
It take a whole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub
You gotta put it down and always stay gd up
All Star shoes with the G apparel
If I fall in the club I might bust a pair of Stacy Adams
You never catch me lookin R&B
I might be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG
Blazin a ounce with the homie Cat
Or Ruff Dogg cuz I luv puttin Hoodstas on the map
I keep it gangsta for sho do loc
And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke
For all my locs and kin folks this is for yall
Let me hit somethin, dogg
Beware of my clique
We hoppin and droppin nothin but the gangsta shit
Gangstas, gangsta, Dogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus four pennies
Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc
My nigga Battlecat on the beat Hoodstas for life
West Side
You cant spell the West without the E-S
Ah yes we connectin yall
Thats how we do it
And we out |
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God– Oh– Oh my God
The club is packed, I rap the rap
Ladies are in here from front to back
And they love my soul, I reply:
Baby girl, dont you know that I am the fly?
Hands in the sky, dont ask why!
Party on down with a big bow wow!
I got style, got flare, got you right there
I got enough stock to make you do that dance
So come one, come all, just havin a ball
Be aware of the owner, cause the owners a Dogg!
I got yall back off the wall
Just let me know, know, know
I like the way that you talk
I like the way that you walk
Crash! Boom! Bang! Youre so beautiful
Wait till we kiss, give me your lips
Crash! Boom! Bang! Youre so beautiful
Woah
Woah, Im gonna make you say Oh my God
Wow! Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oomph, wow, oh my God
Oh my God
I make you wanna say oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
Oomph, wow, oh my God
Oh my God
I make you wanna say... oh my God, oh– oh– oh my...
Baby, baby wanna be my lady?
Lets take a ride in my blue Mercedes
Green grass, sitting on the beanbag
Close your eyes so that the dream lasts
No fadin away, just blaze the J
Night will turn to amazing day
You and I, I and you
Lets do what lovers do...
Do that dance, so do that– do that dance
Do that dance, so do that– do that dance
Do that dance, so do that– do that dance
Just let me know, know, know
I like the way that you talk
I like the way that you walk
Crash! Boom! Bang! Youre so beautiful
Wait till we kiss, give me your lips
Crash! Boom! Bang! Youre so beautiful
Woah
Woah, Im gonna give you everything you want
Wow! Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oomph, wow, oh my God
Oh my God
I make you wanna say oh my God, oh– oh– oh my...
Woah
Woah, oh my God– oh– oh my God |
Blazing hip-hop and R&B
DJ Clue
Desert Storm
New Mariah
Often imitated, never duplicated
Let it on
But they cant do it like this though
W-C-L-U-E
Wahoo
Just play the record, Clue
Guess whos back in the motherfucking house
With two big tig ol bitties for your mouth?
Heartbreakers must parttake of the sensation
So So Def and Clue, hits in the making
Oh, guess who dropping the five-double-o
Like yippy yi, yippy yo, yay
When I talk smack yall better skip back
Like here we go
Cause the bitch dont play
Boy, your loves so good
I dont wanna let go
And although I should
I cant leave you alone
Cause youre so disarming
Im caught up in the midst of you
And I cannot resist at all
Boy, if I do the things you want me to
The way I used to do
Would you love me, baby
Or leaving me feeling used?
Would you go and break my heart?
Heartbreaker, youve got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh, why did you have to run your game on me?
I should have known right from the start
Youd go and break my heart
Give me some real love
Need someone to give me some real love
Need someone to give me some real love
Need someone to give me some real love
Why when I met ya that night, baby
I didnt know it wouldnt last
I give my love to you, honey
Wish I could take it all back
See, I have never met a guy
That was better at telling lies
Shouldve known youd break my heart
If Da Brat gave a fuck about a nigga
My heart would be broke
Shoulda known you were star struck
When I let you stroke
My guard was up in the beginning
But then I gave you my heart and you broke it again
Im a fool when you smile at me, Im convinced
I get caught in you and I just cant resist
I know you lie to me
It just drives me nuts
That one kiss could persuade me to believe your bluffs
You set it up, impress me with gifts and rings
I wish love was dollars, cause money aint a thing
Clue-minati and MC move the party
I got a .42 calibur ready to blaze somebody
Its that dumb as you
Its that for each member of my crew
In fact, Ima heart-break you
Now you flat on your back
You really dont know
So Id advise you not to trust me yo
Baby, Im the real thing
So why you got me sweating you consistently, baby?
Baby, I got that good thing
So why you making love to me? You crazy, baby
I like the way he used to spank me
He used to lie me on my back take that
He used to have me in the sack, legs back
But now, he be buggin lately
Hey boy, why you actin stanky?
I keep it stiff like wood, baby
So if you wanna keep a good lady
You need to stop with all the heartbreaking
Heartbreaker, youve got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh, why did you have to run your game on me?
I should have known right from the start
That youd go and break my heart
Heartbreaker, youve got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh, why did you have to run your game on me?
I should have known right from the start
Youd go and break my heart
Heartbreaker, youve got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly |
Dema walk and atalk bout this aone
Dema laugh and go on bout data one
Hey, what you want you cant getty, getty
And the problem will get real dretty, dretty
Say, who feels it knows, and I suppose that you never know ohh
You reap what you sow
Can’t plant the corn when the peas want fi grow, no
La la la la la la la la la la, oh yeah
La la la la la la la la la la, oh yeah
La la la la la la la la la la, oh yeah
La la la la la la la la la la, oh yeah
See them hypocrites them come again
Dema spread dirty lies, thema no me friend
Throw a stone ina the high bin
And the one who squealed on him will have a problem
Hey, who feels it knows
And I suppose them heart made out of stone hoo
You reap what you sow
But itll go nowhere, but are bound to drop off, ting
Who feels it knows, and I suppose that you never know ohh
You reap what you sow
Can’t plant the corn when the peas want fi grow, nooo
Respect! Every time |
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-gi-zee
D-O-double-gi-zee, D-O-double-gi-zee!
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-gi-zee
D-O-double-gi-zee, D-O-double-gi-zee!
Izzle kizzle, fo schizzle
My nizzle, what you sizzle?
Fo schizzle bizzle, ha ha
Me and my partner, in my Impala
Poppin our collars, tossin up dollars
A truck on the side of with hoes that wanna follow
Bet a hundred dollars that they all wanna swallow
Doggy Doggfather
I do it to you real hard then it gets harder
Its nada - thang on mine, I bang on mine
I smoke an ounce and bounce at the same time
Its off the limbo with Timbo, you motherfuckin bimbo
So quit knockin at my window, you nympho-maniac
Bring it back, now shake it up
Put it on the table, now break it up
Give it to me, now put a lighter on the end of it
It really dont matter what you spent on it
As long as youre gettin what you paid for
Thats what it made for, aint that what you stayed for?
Whos that dippin in the Cadillac?
Smoke til your eyes get cataracts
Who got a girl layin on her back?
Whos that makin that paper stack?
You play me and Ill play you
You pay me and Ill pay you
Hold on boo, you got the game all wrong
This aint yo thang, this my song
Move on, we in the club at the Shark Bar
Valeted my keys and park my car
No snap shots cause I might get popped
As I slide by security, givin em props
First thing I do, when I get in
Let me take you back to when I first slid in
Grab my gi-din, get my pid-in
Put my bid in, no bullshittin
We be sittin, in the corner
With smoke comin from up under us like we sittin in the sauna
Burnin up the charts
Break a bitch heart, lil mama dont you start
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-gi-zee
D-O-double-gi-zee, D-O-double-gi-zee!
Tick tock, the ice on my watch
Slap me cross the face around two oclock
But the party dont stop till we blow up
Now every lil bitch wanna show up
Manuevin to this, groovin to this
Dippin to this, flippin to this, trippin to this
Aint no skippin to this, trust this
Bust this, its too hot to touch this
He say, she say, I say no way
Dont need foreplay, okay, obey
Everything that I say..
And every dayll be like a holiday
I put you in the front seat of my car
And roll you round town like a superstar
Recline your seat and turn up the beat
Number one with a bullet, rollin down the motherfuckin backstreets
- repeat 2X |
Dont let this street life get ya down
Dont let this street life run you around
Dont let this street life get ya down
Dont let this street life run you around
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta in the street life
Aint no tellin what my life might be like
Growin up in the street life
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta in the street life
Aint no tellin what my life might be like
Growin up in the street life
You cant tell me shit, about these streets homie
I done lived it and done it, runnin from the police
Out for the money, homies maintain their composure
Now that we older we sellin kis by the doja
Now Im a soldier motherfucker for the chips wanna dip to trip
Headed straight for D.C., down for D.P
Flipped the script and came equipped
With some riders who got my back
Snoop Corleone, you know Im always down to jack
I jack for instant thought, talkin walk the walk
Niggas who oppose automatically get stomped
Terrorizing the neighborhood niggas gainin they grab me
Southside and dash, mashin for the rep
Test in peace to deceased homeboys who aint alive
Street life took him over now he forced to die
Slippin and slidin, bouncin countin my ends
To be straight, times is ruff for these days
Niggas is crazy, but the fear is much greater
The innovater, dominator, soul creator, out for the papers!
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta in the street life
Aint no tellin what my life might be like
Growin up in the street life
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta in the street life
Aint no tellin what my life might be like
Growin up in the street life
Bustin and bailin, thugs addicted to drug sellin kis
Got me riskin, the street living, catching felonies
How many niggas wanna see me gone?
You playa haters is bitches who hate to see a nigga hold his own
Forever ballin, no never fallin
Live my life as a thug nigga, now can you hear the liquor callin
When we blaze niggas is blinded
My competition, minimal so I live so, criminal minded
Nigga can you hear me wave yo pistols in the sky
And roll a fat-ass blunt, I buck that shit, I bet itll get you high
They wonder why Im hard to kill, hard to let it go
How can I have fear, all my peers live on Death Row
Don Makaveli, 45, tucked next to my belly
Conversating with my nigga Dogg, lyrics so deadly
When ya come to get me bring an army
An Outlaw thug motherfucker, who can harm me
Bomb these bitches, see the track smokin
Cause real Bad Boy killers be them, gat smoking
Ha ha, open ya eyes and understand this
World aint fair these motherfuckers doin scandalous
Niggas dont wanna see me hot with my Glock cocked
Drinkin on Henn, screamin fuck the world this is the end
In the street life!
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta in the street life
Aint no tellin what my life might be like
Growin up in the street life
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta in the street life
Aint no tellin what my life might be like
Growin up in the street life
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta in the street life
Aint no tellin what my life might be like
Growin up in the street life
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta in the street life
Aint no tellin what my life might be like
Growin up in the street life
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta in the street life
Aint no tellin what my life might be like
Growin up in the street life
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta in the street life
Aint no tellin what my life might be like
Growin up in the street life |
Another dirty nine-inch dick classic, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, as I sit here thinkin to myself
There is no one for you but me and I mean that
And I think about all the things we been through
Like arguin and fightin, for example
You know, the love we have for each other
It tends to outweigh what we do to one another
You know, my granddaddy used to always say
You know, he used to sing it like this
There will be ups and downs, smiles and frowns
Share with me, fairy tales are make-believe
There will be ups and downs, smiles and frowns
Share with me, fairy tales are make-believe
There will be ups and downs, smiles and frowns
Share with me, fairy tales are make-believe
What up, motherfuckers? This is Snoop Dogg
Im tryin to figure out how the fuck Ima do yall
Hangin with my homie from the turf, thats young Q-Ball
Givin me the word on the streets, heres the scoop, yall
The niggas from Tha Eastsidaz split up
And one of em tried to fuck your shit up
Nah cuz, dont believe that, thats my nigga for life
Im out with the bullshit, Im in with the real shit
Im at the church doing work, spittin game from the pulpit
Now thats the business, and God as my witness
LBC, 213, hell yeah, we in this
Its so relentless and all my dogs up against the life sentence
I love yall like I love no bitch and thats real shit
On some Crip shit, homie, dig this
There will be ups and downs, smiles and frowns
Share with me, fairy tales are make-believe
There will be ups and downs, smiles and frowns
Share with me, fairy tales are make-believe
I used to have a lot of broads that I dont fool with
I used to have a lot of homeboys I aint cool with
A lot of people that a nigga went to school with
Happy as hell to see the big dog doin it
But wouldnt none of them believe it though
That I would be bigger than Kurtis Blow
I guess he was right, these are the breaks
Despite my mistakes and aches, Im getting cake
To realize your fate through faith
Cause we all gon get that day
To see if our life was straight
And see if well be able to walk through the pearly gates
To see the man upstairs
On some real talk, homie, Im tired of bein stuck here
If I could, I would fly to the moon
Yall probably think Im trippin off these mushrooms, I know
There will be ups and downs, smiles and frowns
Share with me, fairy tales are make-believe
There will be ups and downs, smiles and frowns
Share with me, fairy tales are make-believe
There will be ups and downs, smiles and frowns
Share with me, fairy tales are make-believe
There will be ups and downs, smiles and frowns
Share with me, fairy tales are make-believe
Now, as I think back to the words my granddaddy used to say
I never seen him in church, but he always had the word
He always would tell me, Sometimes you gotta take the good with the bad
You got to do bad in order to do good |
Da-da-da-da-dahh
Da-da-da-da
D-O-double-G
La-da-da-da-dahh
La-da-da-da-dahh
La-da-da-da-dahh
La-da-da-da-dahh
D-O-double-G
Da-da-da-da-dahh
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Top Dogg, bite em all, yeah, Im burnin it up
D-P-G-C, you should be turnin it up
C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah, we hookin back up
And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up
Cuss homies, thug homies, yeah, they givin it up
Lowlife, yo life, boy we livin it up
Takin chances while we dancin in the party fo sho
Slip my girl a 44 and she crip in the back do
Chick is lookin at me strange, but you know I dont care
Step up in this motha, just a-swangin my hair
Trick quit talkin, crip-walk if you down with the set
Take a bullet with some grip and take this smoke on this jet
Out o town, put it down for the Father of Rap
And if you happen to get cracked, trick shut your trap
Come back, get back, thats the part of success
If you believe in the S, youll be relievin your stress
Da da da da da
Its the one and only D-O-double-G
Da da da da da
You know Im mobbin with the D.R.E
Da da da da da
Its the one and only D-O-double-G
D-O-doub
D-O-doub
D-O-doub
D-O-doub
Hold up, wait
For my niggas who be thinkin we soft
We dont play
We gon rock it till the wheels fall off
Hold up, wait
For my niggas who be actin too bold
Take a seat
Hope you ready for the next episode
Heyyyyy
Heyyyyy
Heyyyyy
Heyyyyy
Heyyyyy
Da da da da da
You know Im mobbin with the D.R.E
D-O-doub
D-O-doub
D-O-doub
D-O-doub
Comin real, its the next episode |
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
1, 2, 3, and
Now, they say you aint never suppose to envy no man
Cant tell that to a dingy old man
Who see a young nigga getting plenty of dough, man
Icy Audemar, Henny gold band
With a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan
Thats why I keep the 9 in the Bentley door pan
Trust its gon bust you roll on us
Know its gon blow fo my dough
Why would you try with that guy?
Scene told you hed keep it G
We can bang like the two chains on my neck
The hood is Iraq, Im Hussein in the jects
The coups up, take the new lane for a sec
12 thump, new Kane in the deck nigga
Right now with a squeezer in a cuzzi
And Im goin out like Keyshia with the UZI, yeah
They talk about it, we all about it
They making plans, we sit and count it
Our cheddar stackin just like a mountain
You heard about it, she running her mouth
She wants to ride it, shes trying to hide it
Im cool as Hell but shes too excited
Her man look like he wanna fight
But he aint doing nothing but running his mouth
Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga
When I get busy throw your hands in the sky nigga
I got the illest of the ill mentality, niggas be grabbing me
Knowing that theyd rather be stabbing me
All up in my back trying to take my track
When I used to sell crack I aint had problems like that
Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels
A nigga front, throw the gat to the fool
Next who wanna move is getting blasted
Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto bastard
As I release masterpieces like adhesive
Stuck to your ass, like tissue when your wiping fast
MCs have a hard time believin
Im Marked For Death, Hard to Kill like Steven
When Jake come, Im leaving, the black mans motto
You got a better chance playing lotto
What you want nigga?
They talk about it, we all about it
They making plans, we sit and count it
Our cheddar stackin just like a mountain
You heard about it, she running her mouth
She wants to ride it, shes trying to hide it
Im cool as Hell but shes too excited
Her man look like he wanna fight
But he aint doing nothing but running his mouth
Ayo, now watch me dip-dip-di-dive all over the beat
Now watch me drip-drip-dri-di all over the street
The general consensus is youll be the dominating fleet
Bitch raw, and let me continue to bring the heat
You know who been the kings of the block, the kings of the drops
The kings of the crack music and the kings of the clubs
Niggas fire then drop shit like the purest of powder
Thats why most of these niggas little songs be sounding like ours
Couple years ago, niggas probably thought I was dying
Now same niggas are idolizing put our face in the shrine
Yeah, I took a little time to cook and show you whats really hot
How the fuck any of you niggas think you filling my spot?
Why you niggas getting mad at us? We shit on your floors
All in your house nigga, our strategies is different from yours
Listen, you come you can do it while I continue to preach
Snoop, Fab, Big and Bust of the stand if you cant reach
Lets go
They talk about it, we all about it
They making plans, we sit and count it
Our cheddar stackin just like a mountain
You heard about it, she running her mouth
She wants to ride it, shes trying to hide it
Im cool as Hell but shes too excited
Her man look like he wanna fight
But he aint doing nothing but running his mouth
Who fucking with Fox? Who want it with I?
Bust a shot for me and Big from the ville from the sky
Got my joan fross shit on, hop off my dick
Canary bangle-round I aint gon 20 carrots on this bitch
Pull up the Phantom, show em how we switch
From the Bentley blinds spur kill em with the six
Bedstuy what up yall, what up with your girl
How she leave dude broke tell them boys on work
Im in the G5 jedi, Brooklyn whats your chrome
Cause that niggas lying home if the tutti with the dead-eye
My nigga Neck got hit up in his truck
On Nastrand Ave, aint the same since Homo got touched
Nasty with the pistol, nasty with the clit
See Im a beast with it, fucking til Im crippled
Ill Na Na, squeezing the llama
Bog roll dutty, Foxy and Poppa
Run for your gun you suckers
B.I.G. Im a get them motherfuckers
Dont you worry about a thing, bang-bang-boogie
I got a few chickens thats gon work that noogie
In the Lac with a sack, go and put it on the mat
What it do nephew
Uh, turning it out, run in your house
Gun in your mouth, motherfucker, quit running your mouth
They talk about it, we all about it
They making plans, we sit and count it
Our cheddar stackin just like a mountain
You heard about it, she running her mouth
She wants to ride it, shes trying to hide it
Im cool as Hell but shes too excited
Her man look like he wanna fight
But he aint doing nothing but running his mouth
What you really want from a nigga? |
Dogg, what up, mane?
Word on the streets is you aint what you used to be
I gang bang to the fullest
A lot of niggas talk about it but they really dont do it, do they?
So Im doin it for yall
Mark or a buster, Ima ruin it for yall
Stomp that, strap up, mash up
And get it crackin with the slapper, jacker
Smacker, rapper? Nah nigga, that aint me
Gangsta? Yeah nigga, cant you see?
Rider, like the tonners on my Chevrolet
West Coast, motherfucker, thats the only way
Yeah homie, what you say?
Home of the Wook, Wok and Gunplay
A lot of homies shoot to J
But most of em prefer to shoot the K
Yeah, thats the good life
And where we come from, loc, thats the hood life
Where you mama and daddy
Throw the set up out the moon while they swangin the caddy
Thats on the set, tats on they neck
Streets sweet with the heat, yep, they stay on deck
Im dazed and blazed, no confusin, Im choosin
This how I was raised
I bring that out and bag it up, no doubt
Swang it out and let it up and bang that out
This Crips, nigga
Thats crazy, cuz
You know my whole life, I wanted to be a gangsta, mane
I used to see my OG home boys at King Park
Ridin on bikes but they came with they flags on the end
C-walkin, Stacey Adams, 501s
That shit was fascinating
The Miles Davis of gangbangin and crack slangin
Drivin a fresh rock, rental with blocks in em
Im fresh out the county, Im boxin em
Moved on up and bought a continental, nigga, with knock in it
Now Im rockin it, 61 blockin it
If yall ridin by, my nigga, we cockin it
We poppin on imposters, fake ass mobsters
East side niggas, no stoppin us
My recipe is treachery
The best in me, nigga, the West to be
A better place for the one of Ace
Put a 9 millimeter in your fuckin face
And let you say your grace before you have a taste
Of reality, set in, yeah, its your fate
Now your homies at your funeral, plottin on some get back
But you cant get back cause nigga, you dated
Another sad gangsta story
And usually ones with the territory
No nuts, no glory, no pain, no gain
Life for a nigga growin up in the game
This slangin thang, drinkin, sell a lil cocaine
Get locked up for a minute now we in it to win it
Now everybody know me
They watchin the makings of a real OG
Yeah, they say if you watch somethin long enough, youll become it
You know, they say imitation is the best form of flattery
Thats what I was told
A lot of niggas is imitatin this real gangsta shit
You aint cut from it
You dig?
Yeah, scarin all the white folk
While stayin on the right note
And you can quote me if you want to
Dont say what you will do, nigga, what you gon do?
Im live in the flesh
Caught him on Imperial left five in his chest
Survive in the west
Its everyday cycle, you never know what might go blam
And how you like me now?
Crip til you slip, Mr. Big Bow Wow
Yeah, its my chance to prance
I got ants in my pants and I needs to dance
I go for broke, no joke
I gotta put my drink down, Im tryna C walk, loc
See ima take off, break off
And make off with the cash
At the pad with, a thick lil bitch, she super bad
Gangsta, gangsta
Futuristic
Snoop Dogg
48 hunnid
Cs up, yeah
Shoot or shout out to my home boys
Harlem 30
Yeah, real shit
All my niggas on the East coast
6-0s, Eight Tray, Hoovers
Main Street, all my niggas in Compton
And the South side, ya dig?
Nutty Blocc
Santana
Oh, cant forget them Long Beach niggas
East side the same
Rollin 20 Crips
19th Street
West side, you know whats hatnin
Saten Day, West Coast
North side on the block
All hood, yeah
Crip shit |
Be nice
Be nice
Be nice
Be nice
I just wanna be happy
I dont wanna feel nasty
Im tryna turn my vibration around so I can feel fantastic
Im talking to myself in the mirror
Im telling me to, telling me to cheer up
Everyone around got tears of a clown
And its so cold like Siberia
But I do not want negative energy
If you get what you give, give me positivity
Be different, be nice
Just smile, I promise itll change your life
Be different, be nice
Just smile, I promise itll change your life
Be nice, be nice
Be nice, be nice
The love you give is the love you get
So be nice and change your life
Be nice
Be nice
I got a new direction
I aint got no time for stressin
I dont wanna carry no bad vibration
I dont wanna be in depression
I just wanna be cool, live my life without the problems
Everybody tryna push me down to the ground
But I aint living life in the bottom
Cause I do not want negative energy
If you get what you give, give me positivity
Be different, be nice
Just smile, I promise itll change your life
Be different, be nice
Just smile, I promise itll change your life
Be nice, be nice
Be nice, be nice
The love you give is the love you get
So be nice and change your life
Be nice
Be nice
Be nice
Be nice
If we could all just find a way to fly away
To slip into a brighter day
One step, so deft, so right, go left
And do it to em right away
Im talking to all of my leaders
We should just pow-wow, and all of us meet up
And fight for each other, not one another
And when we talk, be nice to each other
Be cordial, be glad, be happy, not sad
Stay in your bag
And all of my banger that bang with they flag
Whether Crip or Blood, be good to each other
Be hood to each other in the house-a, mi casa su casa
On and on, love that we givin keeps rollin on, rollin on
Hey, be different, be nice
Just smile, I promise itll change your life
Be different, be nice
Just smile, I promise itll change your life
Be nice
Be nice |
Drumma Boy, Drumma Boy
Drumma Boy, Drumma Boy
Just-Just-Just-Just go head and do the right thing, do the right thing
Do the right thing, oh
Just go head and do the right thing, do the right thing
And girl, if we both get naughty
I dont need a key I just push buttons, start it
Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh yeah , oh yeah, girl, you a pro
Oh yeah , oh yeah, on the, on the floor
Oh yeah , oh yeah, yeah, girl, you got my heart
Oh yeah, oh yeah, do it, do it, do it, do it
Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh yeah , oh yeah, girl, you a pro
Oh yeah , oh yeah, on the, on the floor
Oh yeah , oh yeah, girl, you got my heart
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Look, now a nigga spend a hundred thousand on bottles , baby girl, where you goin?
Ugly girls be quiet, all them models scream, Im performin
Two-Two-Two-Two bad ones with me, its-its three somethin in the mornin, get it?
Jump humpin til the mornin, I get it, her mouth open she yawnin, get it?
I been on her all day , but if she come my way Ima put on my shades
Still givin me face but all your girlfriends hatin cause you M.I.A
But you over my place, Im the king in my city you can have it your way
Im the cameraman, set the camera up, put your booty up, then we can press replay
Your friends cant tell me nothing
Youre leaving with me, I know you want me
Its in your eyes, dont tell me lies
Girl, dont need no disguise, lemme give it to you like oh yeah
Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh yeah , oh yeah, girl, you a pro
Oh yeah , oh yeah, on the, on the floor
Oh yeah , oh yeah, yeah, girl, you got my heart
Oh yeah, oh yeah, do it, do it, do it, do it
Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh yeah , oh yeah, girl, you a pro
Oh yeah , oh yeah, on the, on the floor
Oh yeah , oh yeah, girl, you got my heart
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Me, you, and her , when I leave, I swerve
Let me see that kitty purr , 2 Chainz, thats a pair
Then I put her in the air , might have to take her to the ER
Make the bed go, Ee-rr , up and down like a seesaw
Who saw? Who saw? Got jazz like Utah
Tackle her like football, your baby daddys a Ru Paul
Big dog, who dont? I do the shit that you dont
Livin life in the fast lane so I bought me a two-door
Your friends cant tell me nothing
Youre leaving with me, I know you want me
Its in your eyes, dont tell me lies
Girl, dont need no disguise, Ima give it to you like oh yeah
Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh yeah , oh yeah, girl, you a pro
Oh yeah , oh yeah, on the, on the floor
Oh yeah , oh yeah, yeah, girl, you got my heart
Oh yeah, oh yeah, do it, do it, do it, do it
Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh yeah , oh yeah, girl, you a pro
Oh yeah , oh yeah, on the, on the floor
Oh yeah , oh yeah, girl, you got my heart
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do the right thing, act a fool, be yourself, gon girl
Aw yeah, real player, like that-that, like that-that there
Champagne campaign, oh man, turn up the flame
Burn up the frame, hop in my game, whats my name? Whats my name?
Ooh-ee, Snoopy, give it to ya like, Cest la vie
Life of the party, rockin your body, blowin big, bag it up, Bob Marley
Ladies and gents, players and pimps, this is the shit, 100 percent
So you can just shake it and make it and dip it and wop it and pop it and drop it and bend
I left the scene crispy clean, CBDBGZ, she see, we see, she see
RiRi, Kiki, Mimi, Bebe, all of em love me
Wasnt my fault, left your girl with seasonin salt
D-O-double G, hes the boss, easin em off, nice and soft, aw
Just go head and do the right thing, do the right thing
Do the right thing, oh
Just go head and do the right thing, do the right thing
And girl, if we both get naughty
I dont need a key I just push buttons, start it
Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh yeah , oh yeah, girl, you a pro
Oh yeah , oh yeah, on the, on the floor
Oh yeah , oh yeah, yeah, girl, you got my heart
Oh yeah, oh yeah, do it, do it, do it, do it
Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh yeah , oh yeah, girl, you a pro
Oh yeah , oh yeah, on the, on the floor
Oh yeah , oh yeah, girl, you got my heart
Do it, do it, do it, do it |
Last but not least, I wanna thank me
I wanna thank me for believing in me
I wanna thank me for doing all this hard work
I wanna thank me for having no days off
I wanna thank me for... for never quitting
I wanna thank me for always being a giver
And tryna give more than I receive
I wanna thank me for tryna do more right than wrong
I wanna thank me for just being me at all times
Snoop Dogg, you a bad motherfucker
Eagle side, homie coming up
I was young and I didnt give a fuck
Long Beach nigga, a fiend for the bucks
Lean in my chucks, banger, Im tough
Yeah, long time coming, had to earn my G
Gold digging hoes had to learn my fee
I beat a couple cases, Im H-O-T
Im Snoop Dogg to the world, gotta thank ol me
We celebrating, you hating on a real one
All the Ls that I took, man, I still won
Big bank rolls coming at ya
West Coast king, man, I need a statue
Yeah, I said it, who did it like me?
Who want the dice? Nigga, bet it
20 plus years, I aint even gotta sell it
I aint even got to show up to get the money
Mail it, Im going in
Oh, I paid my dues and earned my stripes
No matter what ya say its all me
Bring that beat back, bring that B-Cat
Who did it like the King? Go tell
Sent a bunch of kids to the NFL
Did it from the dirt, nigga, cant you tell?
Dont I ride by in that SSL?
Snoopy had to get it on, ball, beat ten of yall
Im just tryna show em how the men evolve
Couple mill, then they into yall
Still screaming, rolling through my Hollywood stid-all
Back up off me, sip your coffee, its the Dogg show
Smoking weed on TV like a Marlboro
Standing there flexing, hoes see the drip
This crip, no question
Who bigger than me? Shit, yeah, I said it
Who did it like me? Who want the dice? Nigga, bet it
20 plus years, I aint even gotta sell it
I aint even got to show up to get the money
Mail it, Im going in
Battlecat, what you gon do?
Hoes recognize, niggas do too
Long Beach, East Side mad-ass lunatics
Still own niggas who talk bitch shit
Down for whatever, whoever wanna see me now
Slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip
Take a whole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub
You gotta put it down and always stay Gd up
Who did it like a muhfuckin legend?
Yeah, it hurts, church, reverend
Sat back, took a look at me, shits classic
Pocket full of paper, the haters, they cant grasp it
Still at the top of my game, Im all-pro
Lost count of the cars, nigga, they all show
I got a family to feed, now thats growth
But Ill still lay your ass out for the low
Now, grown men make it hard to trip
Im talking big dick shit, man, its hard to grip
Got a whole gang of albums and some major flicks
I got a wife, rich life, thats some major shit
Bigg Dogg, yeah, I said it
Who did it like me? Who want the dice? Nigga, bet it
20 plus years, I aint even gotta sell it
I aint even got to show up to get the money
Mail it, Im going in
Used to be out West, but now you hear me
From the LBC, around the room, lets blow this smoke
Used to be out West, but now you hear me
From the LBC, around the room, lets blow this smoke
La-da-da-da-dah
Its the Snoop to the D-O-double-G |
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I smoke I drink I do my thing
Im livin in my own world
And if they hate I let them
Who gives a fuck?
Anyone who know about what I do
Im livin in my own world
I chill back and I
Spread peace n love, yeah
Have you ever led an alliance?
A bunch of stoner kids livin life through defiance
Remember back when couldnt cop not one damn appliance
White tee, wrinkled and a mug
Adopted my mothers luck and quick wits
So I spy me a bobbin head bitch from a mile away
Girls stay a mile away
Do the single lady dance by them other mother fuckers
Nah mean?
And why it gotta be about the ride, ride
At the bar place upon my car in the lot
And Im blowin smoke and the dro when I know my loans
Got me thinkin huh? Wheres plain pat at?
All I really know is that go time is about more than a night
Go now I feel a slump
You cant judge me cutie, Im reckless
I got some mysteries thats confronted when the blunts lit
I smoke I drink I do my thing
Im livin in my own world
And if they hate I let them
Who gives a fuck?
Anyone who know about what I do
Im livin in my own world
I chill back and I spread peace n love, yeah
First off, fuck all the cloners
Can I shoot a shoutout to all the stoners?
No fingerprints, these isotoners
Im still buyin half Ps up off the corner
A nigga on one, better yet Im on two
Whatchu waitin on, blaze up, you want to?
Shake and take, get cakes they can shape and scrape
Got the whole world talkin bout snoop
We wanna wake n bake,
Well lets go
Kid Cudi, my buddy, he got the best smoke
MCs n Gs yeah this the west coast
They say trees is trees
Nah, thats ses loc, let me deftly originate
So youll appreciate the state of mind
When Im flyin high through the friendly skies
Open up your eyes and recognize
Mothership connection connected
Yeah, we gettin hella high
I smoke I drink I do my thing
Im livin in my own world
And if they hate I let them
Who gives a fuck?
Anyone who know about what I do
Im livin in my own world
I chill back and I spread peace n love, yeah
I said
We shinin
We rollin
We sippin
We smokin
We livin
We happy
They mad
They mad
They mad
They mad
Repeat all
Fuck em
I smoke I drink I do my thing
Im livin in my own world
And if they hate I let them
Who gives a fuck?
Anyone who know about what I do
Im livin in my own world
I chill back and I spread peace n love, yeah
I said
We shinin
We rollin
We sippin
We smokin
We livin
We happy
They mad
They mad
Repeat all
Fuck em |
Well, alright, yall
Talk that shit to me
Tell it like it T-I-is, my nigga
Talk that shit to me
Uh, talk to me, cause Ill talk back
It aint my fault your girl fell in love with a gangsta mack
Now thats cold, jack
Talk that shit to me
Peter Piper picked a pimp to play the game with passion
Made power plays with paper while they folded like a pamphlet
Protectin my progression, politickin for the people
Platinum with Doggystyle, Deep Cover was the prequel
Polarizin, prophesizin, Im what put us on the map
At Poly bustin down them P-O-U-N-Ds into them sacks
Poundin pavement with the pushers, pocket rocket for the pussies
Player tried to play me cold, I left him bleedin in the bushes
Im like a pigeon with precision, Snoopy shittin from the top
Piggly Wigglys on patrol, tryna pop us at the park
Partner, please, we just posted up, we plottin on some paper, man
Just popped a Pontiac and peach is probably what Ill paint the thang
Papered up, I cant complain
Still, I play the game, but it wont ease the pain
My homies passin earlier than they posed to
Pop pagne in the Porsche
Most powerful Crip to ever throw up gangs on a poster
Snoop D-O-double-G
Talk that shit to me
From the LBC
Talk that shit to me
Its levels to this game
Got to earn your stripes
Bitch, if you aint breakin bread
Then you need to get a life
Crip without a crush, cocket full of cucks, check that
Cock it then I cuss, count one in the clutch, step back, swish
This Crippin collision causing catastrophes
My casual conversations end up turnin to casualties
Cold game, cat crackin with Kokane
Go against the gang, we got a cellar with your name on it
Showstopper that dropped classics
The same nigga that closed curtains will close caskets
Cause the crew on it too like compilation tracks
Runnin numbers up, but it aint no miscalculatin that
Goin kamikaze for me and my concentration camp
Fore we had to take it back, cause really aint no cake in that
Cryptolite
Play Superman, Ill be your Kryptonite
Took the niggas citch cause shed rather fuck a Crip tonight
Get this right, cant call yourself a king unless your clique is right
You niggas better get your Crippin right
Snoop D-O-double-G
Talk that shit to me
From the LBC
Talk that shit to me
Its levels to this game
Got to earn your stripes
Bitch, if you aint breakin bread
Then you need to get a life
OG
On me
LBC
Talk to me
This game
Earn my stripes
Get bread
Bitch, get a life |
Turtleneck n chain
Turtleneck n chain
Turtleneck n chain
Turtleneck n chain
Turtleneck n chain
Turtleneck n chain
My turtleneck fat and my chain so thin
And Im sipping light beer, and my crew right here
Chain razor thin light beer in my cup
And my sweater on turtle with the neck on puff
Huge turtleneck and my chain so skinny
Beer light all night, stand up get dizzy
Light cup, beer drink, thin so chain, neck turtle fat
Man I wont say it again
Turtleneck n chain
Turtleneck n chain
Turtleneck n chain
Turtleneck n chain
Turtleneck n chain
Turtleneck n chain
Turtleneck with another on deck
In case I spill something on it , yes!
We be bragging about whos chain be the thinnest
Turtleneck thicker than Delta Burke swimmin in a Guiness
But they cant see my chain
Metal so thin it dissolves when it rains
Got more chains than the snow patrol
Everyone razor thin like an insect stripper pole
Turtleneck n chain
Turtleneck n chain
Turtleneck n chain
Chain so light when a breeze roll by, man, it float, oh man, it float
And my beer so light you could see right through it, like a ghost
And I also wear turtlenecks
Sweaters swallowing my chain like its stuck in the couch
Looking like cookie monster flossing his mouth
Find me cooling on the corner sipping light beer foam
You can tell by my turtleneck and chain that I bone
Turtleneck, light beer and a thin ass chain, and thats it
Turtleneck, light beer and a thin ass chain, and thats it
The rabbit kicked the bucket, dog said fuck it
Get my 2 step on, with my turtleneck on
Thin ass chain, light beer in my glass
Mackin at the bitches, the ones with the ass
Girl, you know its true, tell me what it do
Oh, you like my style? Say you like my crew
Say you wanna be under my chest
This turtleneck is like one of my best
Say you wanna be under my chest
This turtleneck is like one of my best
So I guess your dress, no stress
Staying fresh is my vendetta
Im a crook, so my look, Im a game go getta
The fatter, the puffier, the fluffier, the bigger the turtleneck
The more gangster it is
Turtleneck n chain
Turtleneck n chain
Turtleneck n chain
Turtleneck n chain
Turtleneck n chain
Turtleneck n chain |
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
{scratched: Lets describe a certain female}
Bitches will be bitches as I smash in the Chevy
Its gettin, its gettin, its gettin kind of heavy
Bitches will be bitches as I smash in the Chevy
Its gettin, its gettin, its gettin kind of heavy
Bitches will be bitches as I smash in the Chevy
Its gettin, its gettin, its gettin kind of heavy
It all goes back, to 85
When I start gettin pussy every day of my life
It really didnt matter what the bitch look like
I remember one night, after the Sugar Ray fight
Wouldnt you believe it, Dogg like a retriever
I went up in this big fat bitch named Treva
She had a best friend with titties named Vanessa
She told me to undress her, yessir
Aint no pressure, later that semester
She put me down with her homegirl name Tanisha
She was so vicious, lips so luscious
Suck a nigga dick and have it shinin like some dishes
Patricia, Patricia, she love the way I stick her
I take her to the movies and now, she eat the dick up
Big bucks, no whammies
I had to meet this white bitch, her name was Tammy
She lived in the Valley, she couldnt understand me
But she let me dig out, her homegirl named Brandi
Now Brandi was a cute little thick bitch
She moved to the hood from the 2-0-6
She brought some new tricks, flippin them squirrels
And the pearls, and turnin out the neighborhood little girls
Hmm, and I seen that, so I peep the game
So I put her down, bottom bitch on my team
And we began makin, breakin bitches takin
Whatever we want, see she want with the fakin
Its real in the field, no mistakin
And crack the little bitch, yeah she Jamaican
Time and time again she would bring me bud
And let me beat it up, listenin to One Love
Off some jerk chicken, I got mo bitches
Now Im fuckin her sister its gettin real suspicious
But the dick is good, so they wont tell
And now they next door neighbor, Clarissa Bell
She been lookin at me, I think she wanna hit
But Imma holla back, cause Im on another bitch
Im on some other shit, I got a phone call
From the motherfuckin president yall
He said, Snoop Dogg, how could I fuck a bitch
And make her suck a dick and not get caught for the fuck of it?
I called and look here, this what you do
Make the First Lady sell a little pussy for you
I think he got it, cause he left fast
He left his daughters, and a lot of cash
Well what do ya know, D-O-double-G
Major pimpin, out in D.C
And Im a young pimp, got a lot of growin left
And yous a young ho with a lot of hoein left
Always keep a ho in check, blowin us a train wreck
Yeah I might have to go in depth
See every little ho I met
Theyre standouts, you know the ones like Yvette
We fucked in the car, behind a bar
I shot it in her face and it went Ahhh
My homeboy Charles
Went up in his sister, behind the garage
I was menace, I was freaky, I was sick
When yall was tryin to hump, I was teachin them to suck dick
Always tryin to go up in a ho
Got caught tryin to fuck in school they asked me what I did it fo
You know just what I told her?
I love pussy, and this dick is what I showed her
And now they threw me out, now Im at the pad
Im at a new school, way cool
New hoes, new script, fresh fish
Walk up in the room and I bust a new bitch
Im in some new tail, wanna holla back
But for now let me holla back Impala black
Shes a 12th grader, in my science class
And I done seen the pussy, yeah boy Im movin fast
See I was taught by, and I was taught I
Better move on somethin fast if I thought I
Could claim a dame, or game her brain
Or tame a man, not with the same old game
See on some different stuff, Im a different cut
Its what I say and do to make the bitch give it up
Oh you wanna brag? I wanna brag too
Now what you gon do, when they ask you
Is you gon tell a lie, or you gon keep it G
Or you gon hold it all inside or you gon tell on me?
Shit its all cool, cause it was all good
Its just another day in Doggy Doggs neighborhood
You better watch your girl, cause if she on the loose
Its a 90 percent chance she gon get pimp juice
Now what it do, what it is
Now you livin with that ho and yall got fo kids
Bitches will be bitches as I smash in the Chevy
Its gettin, its gettin kind of heavy
Bitches will be bitches as I smash in the Chevy
Its gettin, its gettin kind of heavy
Bitches will be bitches as I smash in the Chevy
Its gettin, its gettin kind of heavy
{fades out} |
911, What are you reporting
Hello 911, Help me, Help me
What is your emergency
Theres someone in my house, Theres some men in my house
Can you please verify your address for me
151 Shenandoah, Shenandoah
Maam where inside the house are you
Maam where inside the house are you
In my room, theyre in my room
Maam calm down, Deputies are on the way
Is the door locked
Maam?
N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a
What the fucks up Dre
You tell me, you talk to Ren
Im right here nigga
Release the hound
Bow wow wow
Wha wha wha what what what, what
Im a Nigga Wit an Attitude thanks to yall
And I dont give a fuck I keep it gangsta yall
Imma ride for my side in the C.P.T
God bless the memory of Eazy-E
If it wadnt for me where the fuck youd be?
Rappin like the Treacherous Three, fuckin cowards
Id have seen Dre rockin parties for hours
And Id have seen Ren fuckin bitches from Howard
And Id have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauers
So fuck Jerry Heller and the white superpowers
This the shit niggas kill for
They hear the Villain niggas spittin with them nigga flows
Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch ass niggas too
Got something for your throat
These niggas wearin skirts like the pope
Who them niggas that you love to get
Who them niggas that you fuckin wit
They be screaming we the shit
The saga continues, with the worlds most dangerous group
Four deep in the coupé
Imma smoke where I wanna smoke
Imma choke who I wanna choke
Imma ride where I wanna ride
Cause Imma nigga 4 life, so Imma nigga til I diz-ie
Imma smoke where I wanna smoke
Imma choke who I wanna choke
Imma ride where I wanna ride
Cause Imma nigga 4 life, so Imma motherfuckin nigga til I diz-ie
A pencil, a pen, or a Glock
Im the original, subliminal, subterranium
Titianium, criminal minded, swift
D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit
A couple o notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat
You dont want the pistols to whistle
Candy paint Impala
I make hoes pop collars
God damn hoes, here we go again
Fuckin with Ren, playin to win
coke in hand, juice and gin
Same shit you was fuckin wit way back then
We keep it crackin from the actin to the jackin
Ged up Ced up motherfucker blaze the weed up
We all on deck fool so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me dont get wet
Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots
Lets get together, make a record, why the fuck not?
Why the fuck not?
Why the fuck not?
Why the fuck not?
Cause Im tight as the night
I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985
Real niggas, biatch, you know, ha hah
We cause tragedy, erratically
Systematically, in your house without a key
How fucked up thatd be
Gatll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery
Assault and battery, cus we coming with that street mentality
Straight west coast rider academy
Concrete nigga, thats my reality
We tend to bus on niggas that get mad at me
Was it a bitch in the mix
Well it had to be
Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key
Hoes make the world harder than it have to be |
Ayy ayy step back motherfucker, watch out!
La la la la la we don’t give a fuck
Ayy y’all niggas ain’t fucking with us, nigga
La la la la la
Ima get it like this nigga
Yo I got the green, Don Juan
I’m in the hood, blow the horn, bom-bom
This pimping aint for free, here’s a coupon
My backwoods packs I turn to a futon
I got my eyes on seven figures
And Ima get it whether I move crooked like Jack Thriller’s
I’m shitting on em, I smell like a winner
Dont hit the bathroom for like 40/45 minutes
Redman and we up in this bitch, huh
I never cruise, I work to be the top gun
And I’m a dog off the collar, the marijuana globetrotters
You got bud, I holler
Ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke
When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke
We high, we high, we high, we high
Ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke
When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke
We high, we high, we high, we high
Its the four horsemen call reinforcements
We aint looking for endorsements, we absorb your portions
We can roll the indo or sativa if you need to
Got a warehouse poppin with the B shes a heater
Two on the lighter with tightest bitches, dancing getting higher
They all fire ladies never tire
Got her soul inspired now we flossing out
Sipping on some Hen 2.0, for your cotton mouth
This beat is banging like a Cali block in the 90s
Really fucking grimey and the po-pos right behind me
16s popping, smoke blowing out the window
When we roll up in the spot its very simple
Uh, yeah, uh-uh
Thats what you do
Mt. Kushmore in the building
Big Snoop, Method Man, Redman, B-Real
Shout out to Wiz Khalifa and Sen Dog, you know! G-yeah!
I aint here to bring the East back , Im here to relapse
And now Im outta rehab they ask me where the weed at
Go get a weed app , I got that weed that have your P.O getting P.O, ask me where to pee at
My G, pack the streets of New York, I give em G-Rap
Im cool, on the road to riches to get my G back
Ill bee dat! Killa Beez mind your beeswax
Past 10 oclock when ya still dont know where your seat at
Ask Big Snoop, it dont take a Crip to see that
Be real, what you read about Meth Man, believe that
Im nice, I gots no chill, go get a ski hat
In fact, put ya twitter on ice, chill with the feedback
From the days of Cheech & Chong, to Willie Nelson
Everywhere that I go, I blow fo sho, you smelled it
A lot of yall fucking with me, saying Im on your bucket list
But I aint the one to be fucking with
See, Im like a quick game of tic-tac-toe
Take three in a row
Aye lil nigga, gon hit that door
Im back with my niggas Earth wind, no snow
And I got the fire on Mt. Kushmore
So let it rain like the leaves of a cannabis plant
When I say it, I mean it as a matter of fact
Well I outta, slip mo dick in your daughter, for starters
Leafs by Snoop, may I take your order?
Ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke
When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke
We high, we high, we high, we high
Ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke
When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke
We high, we high, we high, we high
Aint nobody fucking with my dogs
I leave that hammer of side of me
Aint nobody fucking with my dogs
Aint nobody fucking with my dogs
Aint nobody fucking with my dogs
I leave that hammer of side of me
Aint nobody fucking with my dogs... |
I need some weed man
Somebody call the weed man
Im tryna get high...
Im tryna get high
Yeah, somebody call the weed man
Westside brewer, Lil Sam, 103 nigga
Ha, 15 what up, nigga? Yeah, lets go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whassup
I tryna get high, its higher learning nigga
Lets go, lets go, look...
Woke up in the Ritz Carlton, damn sun in my face
Racks on my jeans, gun still on my waist
And I aint leaving shit in my cup, thats such a waste
You know Im sipping on that straight like that oh, what a a taste!
Tip the valet 100 dollars to stunt
Pulled up in that mean machine, leave it up front
This passed out thing beside me, I barely know her
But you can just imagine the shit Im bout to show her
Snow way, them streets too cold, them bitches polar
Expectations out of this world, Im thinking solar
Thats why I do it for that Kalamazoo and then NOLA
Cause thats what happens when you learn to mix it with that soda
I need some weed man
Somebody call the weed man
Im tryna get high...
Im tryna get high
I wake up just to bake up, get my cake up and rise up
Motivating factors that Im liver than most
I boast and bang, pour some pain in that thing
Put some purple rain on your brain, unravel the flame
Maintain my fame, get you new pictures just to put in your frame
We in the hood blowing kush with The Game
Foot in the cane, walking just like Im an Indian chief
With no beef, real brief, with a wreath - you may think its a leaf
With the residue stuck deep down in your teeth
When you smoking with the Dogg, shit, you might not eat!
Its ok, cause we lay, in the cut, on the hill, on the dip
With a fit, on Crip, dont trip, I need some
I need some weed man
Somebody call the weed man
Im tryna get high..
Im tryna get high
The coffee that I had, it was good to the last drop
But now Im fresh out and you know it dont... stop
So please man, somebody call the weed man
Id call mine, but hes been low on herb even
Im fiending, daydreaming of the times when I had
Much mota, many different kinds in the bag
I fell hard for the funk, I cant fake the love
I smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs
If its weed, then Im with it; you got a paper? Then twist it?
Got a bowl? Fill it? Got a blunt? Let me split it down the gut
Sheeit, but shit for what?
Cause aint no green on the scene, man, what the fuck? |
Well, um‚ I mean‚ you still got a good relationship with him today?
Me and Suge cool as a motherfucker
Im cool with Suge‚ Im cool with Master P, Dr. Dre, Im cool with everybody
Yeah‚ I mean, how could you not be cool with Snoop?
But I had to go get that cool with him
I had to go sit down with Suge
On Crip, that was my nigga
18 years old‚ lost and locin
Crack money had a nigga open
Hopin that that rap shit wasnt just cap shit
Gd up, no Dre, okay thats cool
But thats old news to niggas like us
Cause if so, he wouldve signed us off top
But bro stayed solid so Ima stay solid to that
Studio every night to the early morn
Bloods and Crips all moving on one accord, cuz did that
Took Death Row to the top, my buz did that
Caught that case, came out safe, Bloods did that
So through the ups and the downs
Real ones know not to kick niggas when they down
Especially when we was down, that nigga picked niggas up
Gangbang on NY stages, hit niggas up
Yall remember that?
Yeah, he did some bullshit, Im admitting that
But coming at a real Crip like he aint one
Especially when he helped fucking make one
On the dead homies, I was at the motherfucking top
When I hit my nigga up and said, You need to grab Pac
Told Daz, Hook him up, brought straight up out the box
Heres the gang, heres the beats, heres the keys, heres the locks
Then he hit them niggas , it was us, cuz
Look around, it still is just us, cuz
Dre rich, Nate gone, and Ricky too
And look at me, shit, Im bout to turn 50 soon
You always said Id be a star in the game
Now I got a star on the fucking Walk of Fame
I hopped out and C-walked on my star on the fuckin Walk of Fame
In that motherfucking Death Row chain, nigga
I know you seen that
A lot of motherfuckers dont know
Shit, nigga, we been cool
This man changed my life
Shit, nigga, we made history together
Im talking about real history, nigga, like
When they write the history books they gonna look at this shit like
The Great Depression
You know, the stock exchange
This shit is historic, man
Death Row Records, man, we did that shit, nigga
Suge Knight, real nigga, man
Think about all the great shit you did, nigga
Let bygones be bygones
Yeah, what up, Dre?
Daz, Kurupt, what up though?
Lady of Rage, RBX, D.O.C
Nate Dogg, rest in peace
Ricky Harris, rest in peace
DJ Warren G, Dr. Dre
City of Compton, City of Long Beach
Death Row Records will go down in history, nigga
We did that, yeah, nigga, we did that
Done |
Im livin rough and raw
Catchin cases at a fast rate, ballin in the fast lane
Hustle till the mornin, never stop until the cash came
Was hyper as a kid
Cold as a teenager
On my mobile callin big shots on the scene major
I bet you got it twisted you dont know who to trust
So many playa-hatin niggas tryin to sound like us
Nigga then we first to bomb, bust on these bitch-made niggas
Hit em up, Westside!
Aint nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger, lord forgive me if I smoke niggas
I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back
I get my currency in stacks, Californias where Im at - right?
Passed by while these niggas wonder why I got shot but didnt die Let em see whos next to try
Did I cry?, hell nah, nigga tear I shed
For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
Niggas still ballin
Still ballin, till the day I die
You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, niggas wonder why
You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, till the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, niggas wonder why
You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin
Im raw as a dirty needle
Choke an eagle
Just to feed all my people
Lyrically, Im so lethal
Plant thoughts in they mind just to defeat you
Ice Cube is a saga
Yall spit saliva, and I spit lava
I got the fearless flow
Dont get near this ho, if you scared to go
I keep it gangsta
And why should I change that?
Fuck you old mothafuckas tryin to change rap
But aint you the same cat
That sat back when they brought cocaine back?
Im tryna get me a Maybach
How you mothafuckas gonna tell me dont say that?
You the ones that we learned it from
I heard nigga back in 1971
I can say what I wanna say
Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I call you a nigga
Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
I can act like an animal
Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I eat you like a cannibal
Aint nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it
Click, click, boom, just as soon as we hit the room
You can hear em holla Goon Squad! in this bitch
Let me hear you holla Goon Squad! in this bitch
Let me hear you holla Runyon Ave! in this bitch
So who am I gonna call on when I aint got them boys with me
And the situation gets a little sticky?
Imma dial 911 like a mothafuckin punk
Fuck that, blah blah, Imma call that rude boy from Detroit
Trick, trick, quick come pick me up!
Bring them guns, come to the club, meet me out front
Theres some chump up in this bitch
Poppin some junk, cause hes drunk
And we may have to fuck his ass up, cause uh, somethin smells a lil fishy
And I dont like the way his boys keep lookin at me
So homie, come get me
Wonder Boys what up tho, I see you, rock bottom yeah I see you
Detroit motherfuckers till we die
Still ballin, till the day I die
You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, niggas wonder why
You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, till the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, niggas wonder why
You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin
Now everythings good in my hood
And its on and poppin, Eazy-mothaphukkin-E from east side south Compton
Straight givin up the real
On how a nigga feel
Talk that shit, motherfuckers caps get peeled
Layin low in the cut
Gettin high than the mothafucka, niggas know whats up
Im that gangsta-gangsta, is that what theyre still yellin?
Nigga G to a T, saggin and bailin
Live by the gun, you know what Im sayin Ren?
So I guess Ill die by that motherfucker then
So when I die, niggas bury me
Make sure my shit reads Eazy-mothaphukkin-E
And its a fact
To be exact, my tombstone should read He put Compton on that map
And thats how a nigga feel
When Im givin up the motherfuckin real
(2pac: Bet you got it twisted, you dont know who to trust
So many playa-hatin niggas tryin to sound like us
Ballin in the fast lane
Nigga then we first to bomb, bust on these bitch-made niggas
Hit em up, Westside!)
Well it be the real niggas back with that hard street shit
Bitch niggas be pissin a fit, but I say fuck em when I buck em
Its that nigga with the cool and mellow shit for your ass
Takin niggas back through the past
All up on my nuts, shit be swingin like a fist
Cant even take a piss, if I did niggas would cut they wrist
In a motherfuckin candy 4, beat that ass with the switch
Then blast, on the bitch who was all in my shit
Its that nigga Ren back for the 9-5
They say real niggas was dead but this nigga be alive, so Im, puttin it down with that nigga E
For all of my niggas in the C-P-T
So here we go again with part 3 of the script, makin bitch-made niggas bite they lip when we dip
So tell me how the fuck do it feel
To get hit with the motherfuckin real?
Still ballin, till the day I die
You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, niggas wonder why
You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, till the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, niggas wonder why
You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin
Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw up
Got introduced to the game, got an ounce and fuckin blew up
Choppin rocks over night
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryna turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets, a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police, picture that
Nigga Im too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
Thats why I bust back, it dont phase me
When he drop, take his Glock, and Im Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight, laid back
I got some money to make motherfucker
Did I cry? hell nah, nigga tear I shed
For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
Nigga still ballin
I can say what I want to say
Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I call you a nigga
Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
I can act like an animal
Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I eat you like a cannibal
Aint nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it
High speed chase, 405 is the freeway
Swangin my, bangin my, swangin my Coupe Deville
Scoop! DeVille, like that, right back
Top for the hill
Wheel in my hand with a trunk full of contraband
Swimmin underwater like Im Aqua Man
I used to drink gin, now its vodka man
Boss Dawg is the baller, no propagand
Pop yo band, dont try and stop the plan
Rocky land, step back and pop yo man
Spaced out, caked out, no bug a boo
Flipped out, cripped out, nigga what it really do?
Time brings change so I changed my name
Tryna take flight while they clippin my wings
Groupie ass niggas see ya chippin the game
With nothin to gain, plop, plop, pop and I bang
If I sell a little crack
Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I die in Iraq
Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I take you for granted
Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I fuck up the planet
Aint nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it |
Top of the morning, theres just something I wanted to address real quick. You know, theres a lot of people that didnt, like, really appreciate the Unity Walk yesterday. Dont like peace and all that, and I understand. When I was out there, I didnt understand it either. They couldnt talk peace with me. They tried, and I was like, Nigga, thats schoolyard. You cant find a home in my generation that put in more work than me. You may find one or two that put in as much as me, but you aint gon find none that put in more than me. And Im here to tell you that shit was worthless, bro. When they try to peace, I dont wanna peace. Look where Im at. This shit aint cool, bro. Crazy part of this, you go this way to me, two steps that way, you got 60s. You go two steps this way, you got Bloods. We wait for each when we walk to trial, bro. We united in here. Nigga might not hang with a nigga every day, but we know we got each others backs. And I dont knock yall out there that aint with the peace, but dont get on people that are. Some peoples just tired of this shit, bro.
One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one love
One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one
One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one love
One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one
For God so loved the world he gave us a good Crip
The late, great Neighborhood Nip
Dippin in this L.A. bullshit
Bout as solid of youngsta as a nigga could get
Wasnt nothin like these thug phonies
Was always showin love and big respect for all the Blood homies
You understood the values in the youth
Man, I swear to God, nephew, you was the truth
Damn, how could this nigga do this?
Its cause every neighborhood Jesus got a neighborhood Judas
Who hate to see your team ridin rich
You see that envy and that pride, thats that green-eyed bitch
Worse than a woman scorned
It had been better for that man if he had never been born
But Mary, dont you mourn, Martha, dont you weep
You see, your son still affected us deep
Give us the faith to take that leap
One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one love
One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one
One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one love
One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one
All it take is one, one, one brave Blood and one brave Crip
Standing up together like we did back on them slave ships
Out on high sea waves, fighting other whips
Steady hearing Jesus saves out of devils lips
Shackled at the hips for the color of our skin
Hundreds of us, yeah, we knew we was brothers then
But here we go again, underneath the gun
They got us thinkin we all different when we
So Im givin thanks to the gangstas, givin praise to the neighbors
Damus and Pirus, yall got the whole world amazed
Special shout out to the Hoovers for showin us how its done
Aint nothin greater than when we unite as
Aint got no ulterior motives and no other agendas
Fakin like you with us just like some puppet pretenders
We ready to end this
For every eye that still cries
Its time to realize God will rise when we tie us
One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one love
One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one
One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one love
One Blood, one cuz, now put them all together, we got one
One Blood, one cuz, yeah
One Blood, one cuz
Now put them all together, you have one, one, one
One Blood, one cuz
Motherhood, brotherhood, aint no other hood
Just imagine if we all was one hood
Now put them all together, you got one |
You, its you its all for you
Everything I do, I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you wanna do
I heard that you like the bad girls, Honey is that true?
Made it lost it came back flipped it
Always faded, lifted
Hit that corner whipped
Hit the dealer, whipped it
Always on it, mind your business
Im always high, the sky aint the limit
Ball like Melo, cars all tinted
Chain black and yellow, Pittsburgh Steelers
Sport it knocked it tossed it flipped it
Took my flow and switched it, took my dough invested
Your whole life is scripted
All we do is party, drinkin, molly raggin, shawty raggin
Money come retarted huh, press the button start it up
Tryna be a dope boy ridin with a coke boy
Strap with the low boy 50 for a show boy
Niggas made it rain I made I it snow boy
Started with a dollar and a hope boy
Now a nigga hot got millions in the bank
Crib on the water spend a milly on the tank
Montana piece look silly on the link
Montana and Wiz spend millys on the dank
Smoking weed in my expensive car
Im ridin high Im flyin high
Told you niggas say the shit you want
So dont even take the chance or try to try my guy
Designer sayin supplies gettin low
Weed man say its kinda dry
Potty mouth, rockstar, at the top and still tryna climb
Drop the top sit back recline
Hundred-K thats just the ride
Fifty-K thats just the chain
Thirty-K thats just the time
Tour came thats just in time
Thats more racks, thats more racks
Private plane you know thats flyin
Im boardin that Im boardin that
Rollin up smoke, boy ridin with the coke boy
Smoking on strong pack hit it when choke boy
When Im on the road bottles like dope boy
When the police come, I dont really know boy
Half a pound in seven days thats smokin
If you aint bout your family or getting bread you jokin
Yeah! Take it to my world!
In my hood
When the summer time came all the dope boys made it snowstorm I remember being so broke, I was rockin Chucks in a snowstorm checks didnt go long I was painting picture what I was getting to make it connect like Voltron
Pay rent, get food, Cover Drug Sacks, So forth and so on
Get a jacket to throw on
Then I hit the streets and live do it big like tom hanks
In a grown mans world is a brave make kid
Yeah then we all steer
Out of the gutter into a cloud we made our crib
Me, French and Wiz, blowing the the whole zig
Tryin to show the hood how to whip this Benz
Tryin to show but the world never showed us
Livin in a world where our parents never showed up
And the snowstorm got rid of my jackets and made a cold cut, over most of these mother tryna live like Oprah
Kids round here tryna live like Hova
Pushin a row of off coke With the butterfly Effect on the door they just flow up
Pick up the pace, turn up the bass
Im singing this right in your face
I made the call forgive me
Cause I did this all for you
So whether you do or whether you dont
This gon bang and this gon bump
Hit your J or split your blunt
DPG then we turned up
Blue bandana, French Montana
All around the world first class
VIP, bubble bath
Touchdown, two points
Wide reciever Khalifa bless me with two joints
They told big Dogg, he gotta get up on this hit dog
Turn it up let me hear the beat for a second
Have a few puffs then I breathe on the record
Then we go like merri-go, round and round
This right here is for the underground
I wonder how, I break it down for you |
Big Snoop Dogg
Can you be my doctor?
Can you fix me up?
Can you wipe me down?
So I can–I can make you give it up, give it up
Until you say my name
Like a Jersey, Jersey shuttin down the game
Be my head coach
So you can–you can
And never take me out
Til you can taste the way
Do it again, and again til you say my name
And by the way Im so glad
I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat, sweat
I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
Sweat, sweat
Can you, can you get me up?
Like Im late for my first class
So I can give it to you rough
Like a first draft
Hold you like a paper plane
You know I got paper, babe
But—them dollar bills
Girl, Ill make it rain
Holiday Inn
Come and meet me on my 8th floor
Damn, it feels good but I feel bad for them maids, though
And I, and I–I–I apologize
But when I slip–I slip—I turn girls into slip n slide
I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
Sweat
I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
Sweat, sweat
Where you goin?
Whatcha say?
Im why her river flowin to another lake
Another ocean, another ocean
On the beach, on the beach
Let me dip my feet in and make you sweat
I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat, sweat
I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat, sweat
I just wanna make you sweat |
Mad at me
Uh
You know what I like
Bitch
Uh, from the byke, you know what I like
I like to fuck her while she mad at me
She throw a fit and throw that ass at me
She said if sex was a weapon, Ill let you blast at me
That foreign thing cost two hundred grand, on my grandpappy
Got my baby mamas DMing like, Can you CashApp me?
Fuck her once and vámonos
Dickies, no designer clothes
They should put me in the PGA, I play a lot of holes
Tiger Gibbs, I hit a Spanish bitch out Italian Vogue
Flip a ho like Eddie, Arsenio, bout to spin the globe
Pussy was A-1 but I was twisted off the neck, bitch
Made a vow like Cube and Mack and WC, Im connected
Lawyers got my back, so you cant keep me out a check, bitch
Pictures of these VVs on IG done got you wet, bitch
Uh, on the set, bitch, uh
I dont like it when you mad at me, girl , dont be mad at me
I dont like it when you mad at me, girl, dont be mad at me
I dont like it when you mad at me, girl, dont be mad at me
Yeah, I dont like it when you mad at me
Im tired of sayin sorry for the same shit
Damn near lost my queen, fuckin round with that lame bitch
Ashamed of myself cause I shamed you
Good or bad, right or wrong, we always bang through
The BS, a real one out the ES
She wanna buy the mall, Ima let her, no PS
Cars, purses , diamonds, VS
Real ghetto love , two steppin at the GS
Youre thicky thick, gon shake it for me, baby
Picture perfect, let me take it for you, baby
No cap, I aint shit without you
And I put that on my mama, Id die for you, baby boo
Uh, I dont like it when you mad at me, girl , dont be mad at me
I dont like it when you mad at me, girl, dont be mad at me
I dont like it when you mad at me, girl, dont be mad at me
Yeah, I dont like it when you mad at me
Damn, I see that lil look you givin me, oh yeah
Light the sage, lets exchange energy
Nah, I get stupid, you know your man
Do you forgive me, baby? I know you can, know you can
Dont be actin like you dont want to
You may not want me, but I sure want you
And lettin you stay mad is what I sure wont do
Cause Im your and you my boo
No matter what
Girl, you wanna run home, go head, batter up
See me, Im tryna go up, baby, ladder up
I aint lettin my ego shatter us
And have both of our mamas all mad at us?
Hell nah, come here
I dont like it when you mad at me, girl , dont be mad at me
I dont like it when you mad at me, girl, dont be mad at me
I dont like it when you mad at me, girl, dont be mad at me
Yeah, I dont like it when you mad at me
I dont like it when you mad at me, girl, dont be mad at me
I dont like it when you mad at me, girl, dont be mad at me |
Lets roll out to Miami and get the money
Baby how that sound?
When Im feelin high Im probably on some light skin
When I’m feelin low I’m sippin on some brown
Won’t you come trips to California?
We can get with it, show you how the shit goes down
Know around the worldll get nasty
And Imma be right there, as long as where its
Thats where the cash be
Cash be
And Imma be right there, right where my cash be
Yeah yeah, no, no, no, no, no, no
Thats where the cash be
Mula, fetty, you not ready
Imma get the cheese but the bread was spaghetti
Letti said he can play with them broads
Opportunistic I stay on them hoes
I aint got time to be hanging with yall
Specially when there is no money involved
Joint seem mighty long, red beam on his dome
Point seen, money gone
Lets roll out to Miami and get the money
Baby how that sound?
When Im feelin high Im probably on some light skin
When I’m feelin low I’m sippin on some brown
Won’t you come trips to California?
We can get with it, show you how the shit goes down
Know around the worldll get nasty
And Imma be right there, as long as where its
Thats where the cash be
Robert De Niro, fly as a sparrow
Profit to profit, arrow to pharaoh
El Bueno, hustle like Maino
All money in, no Drano
Cant no-body, get it like I get mines
Smoke papers, Jamaica, I make it, bake it, shake it, or make it
Never had to fake it to make it
Just put the pedal to the metal rock it up to get flakey
Im living the fast life
Jet after jet and try to keep my cash right
I know you understand the meaning
Hand full of green and while the fans keep fainting
Straight up, no leaning, Im right where the chips at
Or even in the hood where the crips at
Joint seem mighty long, red beam on his dome
Point seen money gone
Lets roll out to Miami and get the money
Baby how that sound?
When Im feelin high Im probably on some light skin
When I’m feelin low I’m sippin on some brown
Won’t you come trips to California?
We can get with it, show you how the shit goes down
Know around the worldll get nasty
And Imma be right there, as long as where its
Thats where the cash be
Cash be
And Imma be right there, right where my cash be
Yeah yeah, no, no, no, no, no, no
Thats where the cash be
All right now, I need Passion to the stage
I need Destiny, Maliah, Passion
And Imma be right there, right where my cash be
I need yall to the stage, lets go
Yeah yeah
I need yall on the stage, lets go
Work, work, work
In a white ghost sipping holy water
Always been the type to get it close to Porters
After play, Barry Bonds, out the park
I got hits, what you mean? I throw the tarp
At the wall, off the wall, I feel like Mike
I dont miss, niggas talkin shit
Say I took his bitch, hit that pussy, it took one night
Hitting that hoe quit, it was just aight
Uhh, not at all
I aint get to see the wall, I cocked em all
Fucked it all, fuck the law, fuck you thought
I aint change, seen my chain looks like the car
Flash man, flashy this and dancing on me
Dirty dancing, dancing like my double cup
Lemonade to niggas that be talking tough
Say you got money, I just double up
Multiply, fuck addition, fuckin bitches all night
Macauley Culkin, rich and riches
This the life, they walk away, its so delicious
Up in Dubai, sushi, hella bitches
Aw man wrote a check, 2 commas
Please please, tell em I need two shots by two o clock
Plus that adds about $2000, two drops
Pull up with my crew sellin out
I need a girl who will do whatever I want
I need a girl who will do whatever I want |
Lets get high
Lets get high
I hit the blunt and I believe that I can fly
Lets get high
Lets get high
I mixed the lemon tree with the cherry pie
I put codeine in a cherry Sprite
She wanna get high and spend the night
Cartiers on, you cant see my eyes
Lets get high
Lets get high
You smoking this yous a motherfucking lie
Everyday I got to smoke one ounce of fire
Everyday I‘m in something fast when I ride
Let her hit my blunt she got emotional and she cried
All my niggas lie
Police call we dont know shit we just be quiet
Come catch me outside
Foreign when I slide
Big cake on my mind
Big cake all the time
If Im in a car, or some pussy that its mine
She bad she short and thick
Spent a bag on my neck and wrist
I gotta take a piss
I just poured up a six
Riding around with a stick
Riding around with your bitch
4 in the morning she lit
Lets get high
Lets get high
I hit the blunt and I believe that I can fly
Lets get high
Lets get high
I mixed the lemon tree with the cherry pie
I put codeine in a cherry Sprite
She wanna get high and spend the night
Cartiers on, you cant see my eyes
Lets get high
Lets get high
You wanna blow with the big dog?
You better be pre-pizzard
Concentrates for heavy weights
Nigga dont be skizzared
You say you wanna go but you really dont know whizzere
Hip hop up on my hoorah
And let me take you thizzere
Sunny
Matching so you see what Im
Laying out them bubble gum cans
When it comes to this shit Im the man
I supply the Keys, Ps, Os. Halfs, whole trees
Just place your order that the desk
And tell them you want the best
Young Dolph, Snoop Dogg yeah we in there
Your backwood, is that good, then put it in air
Lets get high
Lets get high
I hit the blunt and I believe that I can fly
Lets get high
Lets get high
I mixed the lemon tree with the cherry pie
I put codeine in a cherry Sprite
She wanna get high and spend the night
Cartiers on, you cant see my eyes
Lets get high
Lets get high
Hey Dolph, lets roll my nigga
Them Bitches Wanna go
Guess who crashed the party
Smoking on some smarties
I look to my left and theres 3 bitches taking molly
They ask me if im scared to OD on syrup I say probably
Got so high fucked a cougar bitch cause she had a body
Got so high called a flight left it and got my rarri
She got high jumped on me and rode me like kawasaki
Im in hollywood at wakanui ordering beef and broccoli
The hustlers say I motivate
The haters say Im too cocky
Yeah Diamonds cutting up
Gucci button up
Going against me put your money together and huddle up
Pour that codeine in it, watch it bubble up
4 grams of that lemon, roll the blunt
Lets get high
Lets get high
I hit the blunt and I believe that I can fly
Lets get high
Lets get high |
G MIX!
For kings only
Biatch!
Hold up, I wanna rock right now
My name is Hov and I came to shake the town
Yeah, your boys internationally known
But Im from the hood, got a pocket full of stones
I used to cop Rob Base, turn it into EZ Rock
Just to stay Doug E. Fresh, all that shit to easy rock
Used to Chef Raekwon, give fiends a Ghostface
Yall know my Forte, I just might catch a dope case
I Mastered the P
With connects in the Midwest, so Im Heavy in the D
Your boy still Snoop around
Since a pup, I been Kurupt and I fuck with Tha Dogg Pound
Ugh! Roc Nation is the gang now
Some dope lyrics is the only thing I slang now
I Get the Job Done, I put the Kane down
Its no Biggie - heh, Im just a king now
G Mix!!!! I was a fiend, before I became a teen
I melted cabbage sacks instead of cones of ice cream
Crime orientated thats how the west was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzle, complicated
I dropped the sack and tried to rap hits yall
They tried to bang on me, and say that Im too small
Cool!!! Cause I dont get upset
I call the king of the east catch a flight then I jet
Right back to the west, where my niggas is at
Scoop the gilly put it back on the map
Like this like that while you rollin a bag
Loadin ya gat, pop pop, Im holdin ya back
Im like the Whopper FUCK THE BIG MAC!!!
Run up on the dog my gat go click clack
And thats fo sho!!!
The reason why, man I dont know so lets go cuz
Boss Dogg chillin, looking like a million
Yeah, nigga got it, Imma leave it to my children
Tonight Im on some other shit, and baby loving it
Hella fast, grip they ass like the oven mitt
Im gooned up, boy! Rich as fuck, boy!
Black and gold brakes, thats my truck, boy
Im on my Eastside, shit Im working
I got the party going, and its jerking
My niggas all long, we rolling out deck
Hoes getting in, you better pick a bitch
Cause when I shut it down, the partys over with
She call me Superman, Im on my Soulja shit
Boss Dogg get em, I sick em and take em home
West Coast bitch, Im on my fucking throne
Im gigging on these hoes, do em like dominoes
And slam em on they back and tell em vamanos |
Its Classified baby
Its the weekend
On the East Coast
Got a little crazy last night
Woke up in the back seat
Of a row boat
No clothes, no phone, comatose
I guess I dove off
Of the deep end
Now Im just paying the price
High cost of living
Guess you get what you give in
No pressure no diamonds
No-no pressure, no
No-no pressure, no
No-no pressure, no diamonds
No-no pressure, no
No-no pressure, no
No-no pressure, no diamonds
This is for the rogue soldier, dope smoker and home-owner
Show closer, show boater and stone thrower
Party people and the people staying home sober
This is for the ones who give me love, and the cold shoulder
I do this for the low-rollers and the YOLO-ers
Go-getters and the Monday morning no-showers
This is for the high-rollers, with no chauffeurs
And the ones who aint got nothing to hide, like comb-overs
Take a spiced rum, with a little cold soda
Im the giving type - organ and bone donor
You can feel the pressure building as you grow older
Grind hard, yeah I told ya
This is for the
Weekend
On the West coast
Got a little crazy last night
Woke up in the back seat
Of a row boat
No clothes, no phone, comatose
I guess I dove off
Of the deep end
Now Im just paying the price
High cost of living
Guess you get what you give in
No pressure, no
Fresher than fresh
Yes Im the best
No pressure nonetheless -
One might contest
Until they figure out
This nigga bout -
Knockin the bitch
Gettin this brick
Taking a trip
And having a sip
I made your girl want to skinny dip
When she seen me
Rub my nuts three times, made your bitch a genie
She made my dick disappear then reappear, do it down
Gave it to her best friend, lube it down
See I dont even know where Im at
Somewhere in Nova Scotia, Canada, bustin the mack
You see
Pimpin aint got no restrictions
Im your DJ while Im stayin in the mixin
Fixin the batch
I woke up with a bad bitch in my lap, my nigga
Cause Im cool like that
See its a Monday, a fun day, and one day Ill quit
But until then, my nigga, we gon just get lit
Cause its the weekend
On the West coast
Got a little crazy last night
Woke up in the back seat
Of a row boat
No clothes, no phone, comatose
I guess I dove off
Of the deep end
Now Im just paying the price
High cost of living
Guess you get what you give in
No pressure, no diamonds
No-no pressure, no
No pressure, no
No pressure, no diamonds
No-no pressure, no
No-no pressure, no
No pressure, no diamonds
Yeah
I know Im gonna pay for this tomorrow
Cause tonight we going in - like a porno
And tonight we going hard - like a porno
And then we gonna eat out - or Digiorno
Im worn out, with a sore throat, and hungover
Im a train wreck, rain check, I done told ya
These late nights and early mornings soon gotta go
I guess I cant expect to hit the highs, and not the lows
Ill pick my battles - I aint tryna do this every night
Trying to slow it down so I can party long as Betty White
No pain, no gain
No pressure, no diamonds
Lets grind all day for all my people surviving
Till
The weekend
On the East coast
Got a little crazy last night
Woke up in the back seat
Of a row boat
No clothes, no phone, comatose
I guess I dove off
Of the deep end
Now Im just paying the price
High cost of living
Guess you get what you give in
No pressure, no diamonds
No pressure, no
No-no pressure, no diamonds
No-no pressure, no
No-no pressure, no
No pressure no, no diamonds
I mean this is some Classified shit right here man
Big Snoop Dogg
Coming at you live and direct
Straight from the mother fucking West coast
Yeah, we in Nova Scotia
Dig that
It dont get no realer than this
I mean this is the realest it can get, man
This is realer than real - you feel that?
Get in the back and feel that
No pressure, no
You can smell it through the back
Ha ha ha ha ha |
Lyrics from Snippet
Gods not finished, Gods not finished
Gods not finished, Gods not finished
Gods not finished, Gods not finished
Know we gon be okay, we gonna be okay
We gonna be okay, we gonna be okay
Gods not finished
Nah, I got one more thing and Im just about done
This is the glory
This is the victory
This is a majesty
Yall pay the tapestry
Yall know they misery
I know the energy
And I know the strategy
Stay cool , start a new label, follow Jesus
Some of yall still aint got it, got it, got it
Who God is to you, you, you
We have no pressure
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thats the journey goin forward
Everybody wanna look for comfort
Everybody want comfort and joy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dont that sound like a message?
You had to run your feelings-
Snippet 2
Sacrifice, drop out school to , if you gun him down
Always ungrateful vibes, bringing out my other side
Look into my eyes, you dont see the love inside? |
Yeah
Yeah, Russ, Wiz, Snoop Dogg
Mmmm, yeah
I dont even smoke like that but
I have been the past couple days, fuck it
I said this kush is gonna take me away , way, away
I said this kush is gonna take me away , way, away
I said this kush is gonna take me away, way, away
I said this kush is gonna take me away, way, away
I dont need nothin but a pound wit a light
Take me away, nigga sittin on flight
Sky high, smokin on a PJ, G shit, bangin on replay
OG snoop, no webay
I dont see nothin but the G way, my eyes on green like Im DeRay
Money and kush, weed in my hands, burger in the bush, gettin my bands
Shit gettin major, got my own brand, whole lotta flavors, hunnid thousand in the stands
Everybody feelin good, aint nobody out there hatin today
Nah, smoke it, make it understood
Hit the kush and let it take you away, way
I said this kush is gonna take me away, way, away
I said this kush is gonna take me away, way, away
I said this kush is gonna take me away, way, away
I said this kush is gonna take me away, way, away
Its 1 AM and Im just ridin round town
Had a girl in São Paulo, Ill fly her right now
Dont send me emoji with the bright eyebrow
Tell me something good right now
Im feelin like, ooh, ooh
Okay
This KK got me feelin cray-cray
I just got a pound and I smoked it all the same day
This cookie got me feelin like a rookie
I just took three puffs, got super high, thats how it should be
This purple got me in a circle
Better slow it down before you hit it, itll hurt you
This lemon got me feelin finished
I wont ever stop, been blowin smoke since the beginnin
Ya feel me?
I said this kush is gonna take me away , way , away
I said this kush is gonna take me away , way , away
I said this kush is gonna take me away, way, away
I said this kush is gonna take me away, way, away
Its 1 AM and Im just ridin round town
Had a girl in São Paulo, Ill fly her right now
Dont send me emoji with the bright eyebrow
Tell me something good right now
Im feelin like, ooh
Ooh |
Big Snoop Dogg
Can you be my doctor?
Can you fix me up?
Can you wipe me down?
So I can lick you up
Make you give it up, give it up
Til you say my name
Like a jersey, jersey
Shittin down the game
Be my head coach
So you can put me in
And never take me off
Til you can taste the win
Do it again and again
Til you say my name
And by the way Im so glad that you came
Tell me baby are you wet
Im gonna get you wet
Tell tell me baby are you wet
I just wanna get you wet wet
Drip, drip, drip, drip, for me mami
Can you drip, drip, drip
Drip drip, drip, drip for me mami
Can you drip, drip, drip
Shes hot on a rainy day
Dont drown
Call me up
I can save you now
Lick your feet and kiss your mouth
Swisha sweet, I got you out
Theres only one way we can stop the drought
Come with me take a trip down south
I can tell shes thirsty
Im in the hole like a birdie
What you wanna do tonight
Its still early
Wanna get spewed tonight
Shes all sturdy
Im in between your lips
Like a cigarette
She wanna quit
But she wanna make it, make it, make it wet
Im gonna get you wet
Tell tell me baby are you wet
I just wanna get you wet
Drip, drip, drip, drip, for me mami
Can you drip, drip, drip
Drip drip, drip, drip for me mami
Can you drip, drip, drip
Can you, can you get me up?
Like Im late for my first class
So I can give it to you rough
Like a first draft
Hold you like a paper plane
You know I got paper babe
But fuck them dollar bills
Girl make it rain
Holiday Inn, come
Meet me on the 8th floor
Damn it feels good but I feel bad for them maids though
And I, apologize
But when I slip inside I turn girls into slip n slide
Its a flood in your heart love
Girl let me pop up in your hot tub
Every night every day
Sippin on a different drink
Different chicks different days
I do it different ways
Where you going
Whatd you say
I want her river flowing to another lake
Another ocean another ocean
On the beach on the beach
Im bout to take a swim
Let let me dip my feet and get wet
I wanna get you wet
Tell tell me baby are you wet
I just wanna get you wet
Drip, drip, drip, drip, for me mami
Can you drip, drip, drip
Drip drip, drip, drip for me mami
Can you drip, drip, drip |
Working L.A., tryin to get paid the right way
But somehow the right way dont pay
Im comin home late every night
Gotta struggle and fight
Wit the base heads on the late night hype
Tryin to creep in the house
Through the cut, for what?
So I wont be seen by none of the homies, but
The homie Nate Dogg spots me and say Yo, whats happenin?
Oh, you dont know me no more?, and passed me the satin
I said Ah naw, it aint like that, G
Im trying to go straight and have a J-O-B
You need to quit that faggot ass job., thats what he said
Showed me his grip and took some satin to the head
Damn that nigga had at least two Gs
And he was clockin it with so much ease
I told him I was gone so Im headin in the house
Everybody knocked out, so Im locked out
I go back to the front where my homies is hangin at
They offer me a cavi sack so I can start slangin dat
They say You aint a hustler, I say Dont doubt it
Hold dat thought and Ill think about it because...
I dont like to dream about gettin paid
The thoughts complete so let me take a seat
Since I was born and raised on the streets
I quit the job I had and cop myself a sack
Went from a double of fifty into a C-note stack
Within a week but my peak wasnt reached
I was gettin too known on the north side of Long Beach
Niggas got to trippin and I thought I heard it
So I went to the hood on 20th and Myrtle
I came up quick with some homies that I knew from way way back
And bid my sack
Or maybe its seven, or was it eight hundred strong?
In other words Daz had it goin on
I bought myself a bucket, thats right, a bucket, bitch
Who you fuckin, my car or my dick?
My lifestyle switched a bit but my attitude didnt
I told all my old bitches good riddance
Cause when you got money, hoes come automatically
And old hoes dont do nothing but cause some static, see
I went from khakis to Guess, braids to a fade
Im not Special Ed but I had it made
Livin the life of a baller care free
Havin bitches dyin to sleep with me, ya see
But I went bankrupt from all the spendin and gamblin
Business was gettin slow and I wasnt handlin
Mine the way I was supposed to
Now Im broke and on a jack mission, so dont get close to
Tha D.P.G. gang cause we scandalous when we broke
We get the doggs in us and we get to actin like locs
Last night I had a dream
Felt so good it had to be
Me and my homies were gettin paid
Man oh man, we had it made
Some homies want to roll with me
Some homies claim insanity
Well if you want to set trip I will
If you dont want to drop be still
Damn, I cant believe this
But you can best believe this day
Im on another mission to get paid
Serve what I can serve, right?
So my pockets will stack up
Nigga, dont trip, nigga, back up
I gots to react off the first impulse I find
But my mama thinks I should take my time
And work for mines
But how much work would it take
And how much money would I make
Wait
Theres somethin I gotta think about
But I aint got that much time
Moms want a nigga out tha house
I aint gettin no younger, Im only gettin older
Im only, thinkin about what my mama told me
Now Im a Dogg Pound Gangsta for life
And the fact that Im out to get paid twice
I aint nuttin nice
Down to slang or pull a heist
Jack or break motherfuckers on the dice
Thats real
Now what should I do
Just chill when its time to peel caps and adapt to kill
Ive concealed the concealed
So Ive maintained for the salary
And my mentally is raw from the door
I go hard from the door
Up against all odds
Always down to squab
Dogg Pound for life
I survived til 95, day after day
Makin hits wit D-A-Z to get paid, nigga, yeah |
Aw yeah, coming to you live and direct from the LBC
We have the one and only, Snoop D-O double G
Yeah, yeah, drop it
Its the one and only D-O double G
Big Snoop Dogg, its the one and only
The one and only, D-O double-double-double G
Big Snoop Dogg
You in the presence of a motherfucking rap star
I push up laid back in a black car
Though I bossed up, it aint hard to tell that
I came up hard as hell, check it out
I stayed sharp and played my part
All I had was a mic, a dream and some heart
Me and my moms wasnt getting along at this time
And since pops was gone, Im out grinding
Catch a nigga praying, swearing I aint going back to jail
Judge about tired of a playa, I dont know about this bidness shit
But Im good with this rapping, can I get a witness whats happening
Thats about the time I put down the rocks
And got to working in the studio around the clock
For a small profit, but a whole lot of game
Man Im famous, now it aint the same
Its the one and only D-O double G
Do you want some of this
Top Dogg bite em all, yeah Im burning it up
Aw naw, Big Snoop Dogg
You tuned in to the number one
Buck one, buck two, buck three, buck four
So get real fool, fool
Local boy made good over night shit
Not only am I getting righteous but wise see
I paid the price, with consecutive platinum hits
I up my status, aint no more Calvin Broadus
World on my shoulder, but I can handle it
Now that Im older, Im sharper and colder
Can you remember when I slid in Deep Cover
And made niggas in the Beach love eachother
A street hustler, but Im all set for the come up
Best kept secret so Im want up
Ive been acquitted up for 1-8-7
Yes Im blessed thank God in Heaven
Now all I need is a push in the right direction
Weed and a mic now Im writing checks
And now the game aint stopping
And cant nobody say my name aint popping
Started off young as a little-bitty buck
Now Im ready for the world, and I got to give it up
You in the presence of a motherfucking millionaire
Stop, look, listen, feel, yeah I aint tripping on shit
I worked hard as a motherfucker
Fuck Cuzz, and him too cause all yall suckas
Now with the savvy of a business man
I gave, new niggas a chance, to see what they was saying
And kept a spot on hot, West Coast on lock
Big Dizzel knocking down your block
Never looking back uh uh, a steady process
And leaving that way, cause see Im blessed
Its like Im happy now, cause Im a family man
I fell in love with my kids and my wife again
And these here are the files of a classic
Its my throne till I choose to pass it
Worldwide and the sun shine so bright
Thats why I wear my L-O-Cs at night nigga |
Whenever Im down and out I get back to myself
I roll a motherfucking fat bat to myself
Leave it to beaver, America gon legalize but I aint believe her
Til she finally did it
Overworked but Im still committed
All things under the letter G, Snoop Dogg done did it
Gracefully gazing unto the sky
A lot of people smoke just to get by
But I see things much differently
Medically, physically, mentally, theoretically
Put it in a letter so you let it be
One day well all agree and have peace up under a big chronic tree
If I had my way at 4:20 every day you could blaze a J
And not have to answer to nobody
I live my life like its a party
So lets go cuz
So go ahead and blaze up
Todays the day to blaze up
So go ahead and put your Js up
Na-na-na-na-na-nanana
Na-na-na-na-na-nananana
I blaze up soon as I raise up from out of my sleep
I got me a sweet
I hope they legalize it here, Im tired of police
You think you could smoke like me & Snoop, dont try to compete
Ill still blaze with ya, fire that ho up
If smoking weed is going down, then Ima show up
Weed is where Im needed, its a necessity
If I aint got it, little shit get the best of me
I even put it in my food, I got a brownie recipe
You eat one piece man your assll be fucked up for six or seven hours or so
You dont like edibles? Then I got plenty of flowers to blow
Smoke it in the paper, cigar, a bong
Dont worry about the haters, just vibe to the song
And do it however you please, you please
Todays the day to smoke weed
So go ahead and blaze up
Todays the day to blaze up
So go ahead and put your Js up
Na-na-na-na-na-nanana
Na-na-na-na-na-nanana
Damn, a pound aint really nothing now
Remember smoking with my cousin
Now we all Raw cone stuffing
Enough to wake neighbors up
KK my favorite flavor
And you aint gotta ask cause we major
I smoke like them old players
Only put it in the paper
I just started recently letting niggas smoke blunts around me
Known to keep the room cloudy
Get a bad bitch, sit her down, let her smoke, now she open
The best trees I be smoking
Smell it through the bag so its potent
Even get it on the plane, TSA dont even notice
Ran in the burner, he done taught a young nigga how to grow it
A pothead but I be focused
And it aint in my session if its bullshit
Only the best what you dealing with
Its legal now, everybodys doing this
So go ahead and blaze up
Todays the day to blaze up
So go ahead and put your Js up
Na-na-na-na-na-nanana
Na-na-na-na-na-nanana
Go ahead and blaze up
Todays the day to blaze up
So go ahead and put your Js up
Na-na-na-na-na-nanana
Na-na-na-na-na-nanana na
Come and smoke with me tonight, tonight |
Nine in the mornin, feds at my door
Blue Cotez squeakin cross the hardwood floor
Dippin thru the alley I made my escape
Didnt even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
Mad with no music but happy Im free
Bailin fast as I can bail down 19th Street
I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols closed in hand
Im a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by the bomb-ity
But just livin in big city is a serious task
Didnt know what the feds wanted, didnt have time to ask
Were comin with that G shit, that C shit that makin niggas sick
How does it feel to see a G from your clique?
Wake up, jumped out of bed wit my grin on
Last nights dice game got my win on
About a G and a half is what I came with
But twenty five Gs is what I left with
?Teatley? was the word I heard
I went deep in my pockets and threw my stars on the curb
Gimme the dice so I can break you niggas
I threw a 6 so my point was the bigga
Seven-four-four-tre back to back
I sent two fools back to their lizzack
See now Im off to the graveyard shift
And I gots ta pay my dues to make my grip
But I chill cos my ho might call
Aint no thang cos I sleeps all day and slang when night fall
And I takes a quick walk up the block
With my Glock cocked, ready to make a stop where I set up shop
On Fifty-ninath and 8th Ave where all the homies be hangin
Thats where a niggall be slangin
Im makin a cool grip of shit, this aint me
So I put my chips together and cops a quarter ki
And now the shops on deck
And everything thats mines I protect with a Tec, I dont half step
Now I got ends
And Im rollin a Lexus, fuck a Benz, and so many new friends
But I could only trust a few
And unawarely I trusted you
But if only knew
G And Snoop, homies from the motherfuckin get-go
Devoted and quotin, back in 84
I was thirteen, G was a year older
But I still wasnt afraid to throw em from his shoulders
Gettin good on the hood was the anticipation
And yeah, King Park was the destination
Every nigga that I knew was at the Park that night
Even the smokers that be lovin to get sparked at night
Back on the streets, straight blue and grey
Cos I represent like every day
Nigga you cant tell me I dont be on the spot
When I can tell you all the homies that done get shot
From at least about five years ago
When I was in junior high goin to Marshall
The homey use to come up to the school and rock
And leave and have the bitches flockin his jock
Damn them was the days of the past
But since the Pizzound formed we been whippin peoples ass
And everybodyll blast
And if you dont believe me nigga you can axe the homey Daz
And thats your ass
Fucked around and let Young Swoop take your cash
He didnt even run, he walked away
Cuz I lived to see that day
I wished I was there I wouldve clowned
But thats why we x-ed your bitch ass from the Pound
Cos he wouldnt even squab back
Man we cant fuck with no niggas like that
Hell get us all cracked
If the police was behind us, he wouldnt even jump out with the strap
Now thats what I call a beeyatch!
I second the motion you was dropped from the clique
Some of these nigga are bitches too
And some of these niggas look just like you
So if youve ever been told on...
Go out and get your roll on you punk ass nigga, youll get stole on
Its 5:30 in the mornin, now Im yizzawnin
Now as I perceive to get G to a tee
And before I bell to school you know I blaze up a sack
Another day, another dollar for the gangsta mack
Bitch act like you know, show me some sex and affection
And lick me down slow, flossin, tossin a bitch
Yeah Dogg, one more thing I forgot to mention
Shoot five niggas, shoot ten
Shoot the piece, slip to your Benz
Seven, goddamn it, went again
A 64 for the honeys, straight ho for the G
Young Daz, little nigga you cant fuck with me
Now I knew that them niggas couldnt get at you
So what made them niggas try to spit at you
Disrespect the game and snitch on you
Yall punk ass niggas, man yall some bitches too
Who got some gangsta gangsta shit?
Swoop G, I heard somebodys speakin up on you
Cos when I drop mines there was no more nickels and dimes
Just quarters, ounces, half ounces and quarta
PC is the season and I dont smoke blunt
It sees the indo with skunk, I might as well get drunk
To smoke some stress, that shitll put a hole in your chest
I only want another twenty dollar, sure got me fucked up
My hood is gettin hot and niggas is tryin ta plot and
Come up off a young nigga, callin his shots
Swoop G aint the one, I do its to be done
Al-ways have my gun and my G from 2-1
Its Cerritos but you dont hear me though cos you dont really know
About the you-know, Im Cerritos, silly ho
Swoop G, mothafuckin fuckin L-Bs-C
None of these nigga wanna fuck with these
Swoop G, Swoop G, G |
I really messed up
Can you call me back babe?
I really messed up
Can you call me back babe?
I dont know why Ive been making her feel this way
I aint even smooth with my bullshit, I do it right in her face
It aint like I dont love her, already gave her that ring
I hope you know, hope you know, how much I really wanna change
Why would I wanna wake up in the morning without you by my side?
And why do I gotta see you in tears just to make a nigga realise?
How do I explain it?
Every time I try to say no, I cant run from it
Baby you my favourite
Why do you be asking me questions when you already know that
I be doing dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb shit
I be doing dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb shit
I be doing dumb shit
I be doing dumb shit
I be doing dumb shit
I be doing dumb shit
Youre the only one I love but
I be doing dome shit
I swear I tried, I tried, no lie
Seems like I fail, I fail, every time
Im sloppy with the cheating
Always catch me creeping
Dont ask me why I do it, cause I aint got a reason
All I know is, I be doing dumb shit
I be doing dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb shit
I be doing dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb shit
I be doing dumb shit
I be doing dumb shit
I be doing dumb shit
I be doing dumb shit
Youre the only one I love but
I be doing dome shit
Oh naw, big Snoop Dogg
Party all night and we like blowing them bombs
Suit game Gucci, steak at the Palm
Cootchie Lootchie, black tie, bring me them all
What it is, what it do, Snopp DO dub?
Is there any way that you can get us in the club?
Girl Im buzzin with a cousin and a set of twins
Diggin, duggin, shit here I go again
Its certain mofuckers that I run with
That keep me on some Bobby Shmurda dumb shit
Im creepin while you sleepin but you woke up
Speak up, spoke up, make a nigga choke up
So right, so wrong, so what?
If we break up, Im the one thats broke up
Picking and choosing, that lil bitch with we
I woke up in the morning on TMZ, ooh wee
Uhm, I dont mean no harm
But your boy Black Tys got a mean ol arm
I got exposed when she went through my DMs
Now I got problems with my BM
I aint wanna be him
Dumb shit, doin the most when I know better
But knowin better, and doin better and showin better
Dumb shit in these streets and doin what I want
When I should be doin what made you put me on
Your independant and smart, you got your own everything
Million niggas want you but Im the one youre drawn to
Been through it all but you still hold me down
Got pain in your smile and you refuse to frown
Baby Im sorry I embarrassed you
Walking in a room full of bitches I didnt touch and they aint even banished
Your voicemail full but the text said read
I pray to God our love aint dead baby I swear
I swear I tried, I tried, no lie
Seems like I fail, I fail, every time
Cant get caught again cause I swore that I was gon change
Got me working overtime in my phone changing all these names all night
But the city so small, they probably end up talking
And if she finds out, shell probably end up walking
But Imma take my chances to gamble either way
And why would I wanna start over when I got you at home?
Tryna get a million girls Imma just end up alone
How do I explain it?
Every time I try to say no, I cant run from it
Baby you my favourite
Why do you be asking me questions when you already know that
I be doing dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb shit
I be doing dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb shit
I be doing dumb shit
I be doing dumb shit
I be doing dumb shit
I be doing dumb shit
Youre the only one I love but
I be doing dome shit |
Yeah, yeah, it’s the West Coast remix
Westsides the best side
Snoop, Game, E-40
Nothing can stop me, Im all the way up
All the way up
Im all the way up
Im all the way up
Nothing can stop me, Im all the way up
Shorty, what you want? Shorty, what you need?
My niggas run the game, we aint ever leavin
Countin up this money, we aint never sleepin
You got V12, I got 12 Vs
Got bottles, got weed, got molly
Im all the way up
Shorty, what you want? I got what you need
Shorty, what you want? I got what you need
Shorty, what you want? I got what you need
Im all the way up
Im all the way up
Im all the way up
All the way up
Nothing can stop me, Im all the way up
You niggas riding in a Lexus
I’m floating outer space with Elroy Jetson
Battlestar Galactica, who rollin’ with you?
I’m way up, twisting like the solar system, so official
Air traffics, notified
Blow the whistle, old pistol, forty-five
My weed miss you, these weak bitches horrified, glorified
Bitch you better get your story right
Or disappear, vamoose, Papoose
That’s my nephew, so you know we got the juice
Loose lips sink ships, trip this for a second
I’m all the way up on this Fat Joe record
Don’t let me down, I’m too high for you to get me now
22 years on top so you could never forget me now
There’s no way to shut me down
Rock and roll with the Lion if you’re with me now
Hit me now
I’m back to the Snoop shit
LBC, Eastside, that’s the movement
Gangster music, do it, do it, I do’s it
I make it rain, pop, pop, bang
Im all the way up
Im all the way up
Im all the way up
All the way up
Nothing can stop me, Im all the way up
You can catch me Milly Rock-ing through Manhattan
Kobe retired and Brooklyn on the bandwagon
Hundred bands in my pockets got my pants sagging
My granny still tell a nigga pull them all the way up
Bentley truck splashing on 2 Chainz
Got it on monster truck tires, I’m in two lanes
Hop out, Marty McFly, my kicks Liu Kang
California plates, black and yellow nigga, Wu-Tang
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, yeah Old Dirty Bastard in this Mulsanne
My whips change colors like a mood ring
I hear that Big Pun playing, nigga turn it all the way up
Back on my bullshit nigga
I’m a Golden State Warrior, fuck that Bulls shit nigga
Steph Curry with the pot, Draymond with the Glock
Turn your body into clay/Klay, I see your truck and shoot it all the way up
Catch me on the West like Ye
Or on the East like Dave, hear my beats by Dre
And if a bitch in my DM’s, I know what’s up
She tryna fuck, pull her panties to the side and go all the way up
Now let me see them hands, throw them all the way up
Like I’m DJ Khaled, put ‘em all the way up
Make a Westside, throw it all the way up
They looking for Eazy, I point it all the way up
Im all the way up
Im all the way up
Im all the way up
All the way up
Nothing can stop me, Im all the way up
What you know about turning a quarter zip into a half a brick?
Making it out of the ghetto without your wig split
Wrist watches that don’t tick
With the international warranty card that comes with it
Courtside seats, arena suites
Shining, got diamonds, 10 thousand dollars in my teeth
Cool with the hustlers and athletes
What you make in a year, I make in a week
I can eyeball and hand-weigh the yola, I’m an appraiser
Put you out like a cigarette butt, shut down your circuit breaker
Got a key around my neck, clientele and clout
Longevity like that boy Kevin Liles and Steve Stoute
One hit wonder what I’m not
I used to rap back in the days with Pac
Believed in myself, went with my gut
Tell ‘em pimp
Im all the way up
Im all the way up
Nothing can stop me, Im all the way up
Shorty what you want? Shorty what you need?
My niggas run the game, we aint ever leavin
Countin up this money, we aint never sleepin
You got V12, I got 12V
Got bottles, got weed, got molly
Im all the way up
Shorty what you want? I got what you need
Shorty what you want? I got what you need
Shorty what you want? I got what you need
Im all the way up
Im all the way up
Im all the way up
Im all the way up
Nothing can stop me, Im all the way up
All the way up
Im all the way up
Im all the way up
Nothing can stop me, Im all the way up |
Uh
59, yah!
Ugh, got the choppa underneath
Got the shotty and the tec
59 motherfucker
Westbank, bitch
59 bout it, bout it
Grey bout it, bout it
$uicide bout it, bout it
Bout it, bout it, bout it, bout it
59 bout it, bout it
Grey bout it, bout it
$uicide bout it, bout it
Bout it, bout it, bout it, bout it
59 bout it, bout it
Bout it, bout it, bout it, bout it
Choppas on flex, $ui-cide, bitch
7th Ward, 59, motherfucker
Throw them threes up, ho
59, ho |
Hedidi-bumpedum-badum-badum
Bada-badum-ba-bada-badum
Hedidi-bumpedum-badum-badum
Bada-badum-ba-bada-badum
Got to get away
Got to get away
To a place I love
To a place I love
Dumdidi-dum-skedi-dum-dum-dum
Got to get away
Got to get away
To a place I love
To a place I love
Turn them clips
Cause when them boys in my shoes
Then I’m missing on a dark play
Cause when you at them and tell them and the gun fill them belly
And grown enough so you can be the last living crew for the youth warriors
The youth warriors
Shoot
x4
You gonna have to jump on it, you gonna have to lift it
Cause when you at them and tell them, and the gun fill them belly
And grown enough so you can be the last living crew for the euphorias
The euphorias
Shoot |
Hey, Snoop Dogg, can you pour me another glass of that Coolaid?
On the set, my nigga, Im my own man
Upgrade, just like your phone game
Big Snoop Dogg, I do my own thing
And I stays in my own lane
My rap style, is dynamite
A lot of yall niggas do sound alike
You do it how you dos it
See, you can blame it on the drugs, and you can blame it on the music
Where I come from, if you sound like another nigga
Thats called bitin, yeah, you the other nigga
Let my demeanor be the meaning, got you screamin
While you leanin, now you fiendin, while you dreamin
To have a big car, rap star
Ten-room mansion with a lake in your backyard
So disobedient, flavor is the main ingredient
And you lack it, its all in your jacket
But Im hot, and as cool as a fan
You bitches drinkin lemonade, Im the Coolaid Man
Standin on the corner with a Coolaid stand
Cool as a fan, yeah, bitch, Im the Coolaid Man
Im hot , but as cool as a fan
Bitches drinkin lemonade, but Im the Coolaid Man
Im standin on the corner with a Coolaid stand
Cool as a fan, yeah, bitch, Im the Coolaid Man
Now drink up, Mr. Coolaid Man, Mr. Coolaid Man
Now drink up, yeah girl thats the Coolaid Man, they call him the Coolaid Man
Now drink up!
The reason that I say that Im the Coolaid
Look at all the flavor that I gave to the gizzame
Just add water, it dont get no hotter
You got your whole get-down from the Doggy Dogg father
Never mind it was never mines
Inquire intellectual, clever minds
Bet a dub that this shit pop
Bitch niggas mix love with this hip-hop
Just to be on, now what the fuck are we on
LBC, weve been known to get our G on
They call me Don Corleone, thats the corner he on, P-I-M-P on
She a freak of the week, Im teachin niggas how to eat
Cause Im deep in the streets
Look, dont get it fucked up loc
Cause every now and then, niggas need a line of this dope
Cause Im hot, and as cool as a fan
You bitches drinkin lemonade, Im the Coolaid Man
Standin on the corner with a Coolaid stand
Cool as a fan, yeah, bitch, Im the Coolaid Man
Im hot , but as cool as a fan
Bitches drinkin lemonade, but Im the Coolaid Man
Im standin on the corner with a Coolaid stand
Cool as a fan, yeah, bitch, Im the Coolaid Man
Now drink up, Mr. Coolaid Man, Mr. Coolaid Man
Now drink up, yeah girl thats the Coolaid Man, they call him the Coolaid Man
Now drink up Mr. Coolaid Man, Mr. Coolaid Man
Now drink up, yeah girl thats the Coolaid Man, they call him the Coolaid Man
Now drink up!
S-N-double-O-P, Mr. Coolaid Man, thats who he be
S-N-double-O-P, Mr. Coolaid Man, yeah, thats who he be
Now drink up
Dont let the snare hit you, baby
Now drink up!
Mr. Coolaid Man, hes cool |
Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders
Ryde or Die - Volume 2
Tugboats... ehh, its over
Ahhh-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Its the second time around motherfucker!
Volume 2 - Ryde or Die, BIATCH!
Gangsta nigga and we gon rock this motherfucker, you dig me?
We the square root of the motherfuckin streets!
Double R, you cocksuckin sons of bitches!!
YEAH!!
State yo name gangsta
Where you representin?
You gon hold it down?
Enough said then nigga
Mmm, lets make this official
Shine yo boots and load yo pistols
Pull out yo best credentials cause thisll
Be the official for the fictitial
Doggy Dogg and Big Swizzle, nigga blow the whistle
Smokin on some bomb-beeda secondhand smoke
Will getcha, hitcha, and make you all get the picture
Dig this - when was the last time you seen me
Posted up West coasted up and sippin on some Remi?
Believe me - it aint easy been Deezy
Wit these jealous rap niggas and these punk ass breezies
Man - I couldnt remember what they told me
When I first came in the game but thangs done changed
Call it what you wanna, keep the heat up on it
East, Long Beach, California - spinnin like a Tona
Bangin on the corner, hot like a sauna
So you best to back up off me or I kick this straight up on ya
State yo name yungsta
Where you representin?
You gon hold it down?
Well nuff said then
Shorty pop a lot, actin like you got a lot
Wit all that fake ice on his watch, this nigga wanna get got
Coming to my city wit all that hot shit and his fake ass click
Imma put somethin in him and bust his wig, Im on some thugged out shit
You better be strapped boy, how you love that boy, act boy
Imma break yo back boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boy
Hold up Im cold hearted; DAMN RIGHT, I get retarded
Im a yung-un and down here, bitch Im the hardest
You can hoot, hide and talk that shit
Imma stay low, keep it real and sho to come up
But when I bite you gone feel that there, its real down here
Watch your mouth boy, you might get killed down here
Im a Ryde or Die nigga, put somethin in your eye nigga
Get beside yourself its bye bye nigga
When it come to Glock cockin and drop poppin
Im the first to hit the block and go to war wit the cops fuck nigga
State yo name gangsta
Where you representin?
You gon hold it down?
Enough said then nigga
Heidi-ho! Scarface the Don, pullin the strings to your alarm
Bringin terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm
Im scarin motherfuckers straight wit mine
Guerilla tactics, guranteein my enemy die
Its worldwide army alert for all soliders
Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll over
Its a stick up, so down on yo knees, cause Im sicker
Dont disrepect it, you dont disrespect me nigga
Im the one these niggas call on; when negotiations are halted
And the time comes for the beatin of the bosses
Make em an offer that they cant refuse
They dont comply, well now Im bout to stank these fools
Fool, I guess these niggas think they cant be moved
Realizie they dont scare niggas like they thank they do
You fuck wit me, I gots to fuck wit you
World War 3 motherfucker, I thought you knew
State yo name gangsta
Where you representin?
You gon hold it down?
Enough said then nigga
If you fuckin wit the Kiss, you aint gon breathe
The only time I lick in the air is New Years Eve
Sonny from Bronx Tale, you cant leave
Get kissed on yo cheek then you meant to die
Cause when the gun start poppin then my temperature rise
You know my style; 20 niggas wit 40 Cals
Nine years ago you was hollerin shorty wild
Now Im in the rap game twistin these honies out
Never left the crack game still on a money route
I run through the industry looking for enemies
Yall niggas sound sick and Jada the remedy
Get shot in yo eyes and mouth
Cant see cant talk when you fuckin wit the heart of New York
And thats fouler that swallowin pork
And to fuck wit the feds dog
You know I push the prowler to court
Toast on my lap, got the East Coast on my back, UH
How many times must I tell you motherfuckers
We aint industry niggas
We in-the-STREETS, niggas - you motherfuckin right!
Ruff Ryders forever, yeah bitch - now what?
Ryde.. or.. Die.. you talk it, we live it
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you want it, we give it
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you start it, we end it
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you talk it, we live it
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you want it, we give it
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you start it, we end it
Yeah, Double R motherfuckers - Ruff Ryders! |
Boom!
Boom!
Yeah, top dog
Boom
Haha, uh
Get your money, whip your hair
Executive branch blowing smoke like a player
Yeah in the club, yes it cracks
Cute little mama, but they stacked with backs
I’m smoking grape, purple urple
You in doggie world, come and join my circle
I break down herbal til I move like a turtle
My money is green, and my Porsche is turbo
In hot pursuit, come rock with Snoop
Babys a lawyer, her bodys the truth
I’m in the game for real, it pays to chill
I walk in the club, and they front the bill
I’m the big dog, best beware
You coming with me, if you stop and stare
Shell be on my team, in my car
On the way to the spot, yes you are
Toasting up, hosting us
And when we done, we west coasting love
For shendo, blowing endo
How much for the dog in the window
Oh
Wh-what, wh-what?
Boom!
Boom!
Say what? Say what?
Boom!
Talk to em T-pain
Baby I’m a dog! Beware!
I’ll do whatever, however I want!
This one for yall! Oh yeah!
Now put your hands in the air , whip your hair and go
La, la la la
Boom shakalaka when it drop, oh Imma have her saying
La, la la la
One hitter quitter, shawty know the damn thing
Boom!
Im all about the money, the money I got
On the V.I.P. tip, Maseratis in the lot
Chilling with the stars, where the bottles never stop
Got a model on my lap, baby show me what you got
With a cup of Landy, Tiffany and Sandy
Girls who like girls, wanna do it to daddy
Real talk, tha suites is next
One more drink gonna lead to sex
These girls is bad, the floor is packed
They shut the door down when it reach the max
Whatchu tryna drink? Clear or yak?
She got a apple-bottom homie, all I do is mack
I does it well, your game is wack
I gets to the business, no chit-chat
Now where do we go? I beats the gush
She in love with the gangster, thats whassup
Thats whassup!
Boom!
Thats whassup!
Boom!
Thats whassup!
Boom
Spit to em T-Pain
Baby I’m a dog! Beware!
I’ll do whatever, however I want!
This one for yall! Oh yeah!
Now put your hands in the air , whip your hair and go
La, la la la
Boom shakalaka when it drop, oh Imma have her saying
La, la la la
One hitter quitter, shawty know the damn thing
Boom!
Boom shakalaka, here comes the chief rocka
Smoke good with T-Pain, and Snoop the weed doctor
Big 808, now feel the base in your chakra
And watch me smoke like a shotta
Coke bottle shape, light green eyes
Drunk off of love like a Colt 45
I keep kush in my lungs, Imma smoke til I die
Just bust a bad one, for my homie D. Dimes
They do it for fortune, some for fame
I got five different strains, you ever taste Purple Rain?
Turn up the volume, adjust the game
Aint a damn thing change, still a G-thang
Lil mama whip your hair, exhale the chronic
As the smoke disappears, Im ready to ball
Your girl on my team, and she ready to fall
And if you didnt know, Im the big Snoop Dogg
Boom!
Say what? Say what?
Boom!
I dont think they heard you
Boom
Talk to em T-Pain
Baby I’m a dog! Beware!
I’ll do whatever, however I want!
This one for yall! Oh yeah!
Now put your hands in the air , whip your hair and go
La, la la la
Boom shakalaka when it drop, oh Imma have her saying
La, la la la
One hitter quitter, shawty know the damn thing
Boom! |
Alemán
Alemán, yeh
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Alemán
Oye, escúchalo bien, mami
Ey
Es viernes por la noche y le llamo a Gaby
Si quiere dar el rol tengo listo el Caddy
Ella siempre dice: Claro que sí, daddy
Pero saca fiesta, alcohol y mari
Rolar tumbado es mi hobby
Y si soy así lo aprendí de Snoop Doggy
No chotear aunque ofrezcan money
Y tener respeto de todos los homies
Homie, homie, ey, ey
Vamos brincando en el Cadillac, güеy
Esta bitch quiere un poco de yay
Mе siento como en Still D.R.E.
Ja, todo bien, okay
Rest In Peace pa mi tío Nate
Yeah, siempre con buena actitud
Pues todo lo aprendí de mi tío Snoop
El día que me muera y esté en la cruz
En mi funeral que suene Gin and Juice
Todos con caguamas y mucha luz
Quiero ver quemando a todos mis thugs
El día que me muera y esté en la cruz
En mi funeral que suene Gin and Juice
Todos con caguamas y mucha luz
Quiero ver quemando a todos mis thugs
Let me get at it
Laid back like a Craftmatic
No static and no debris
You listening to the D-O-double G
I walked in with a grin
Ordered me a glass of gin
Before I go, you know its Indoggo
And yeah Im on that indo
So Im laying low, feeling good
Tryna stay O-G, in the place to see
Cause thats all I do and thats all lve been
Now, you can agree or disagree
Who you talking to? Not me, I break that down
And when I do my thing this is the sound, check it out
¡Uh, wuh!
El día que me muera y esté en la cruz
En mi funeral que suene Gin and Juice
Todos con caguamas y mucha luz
Quiero ver quemando a todos mis thugs
El día que me muera y esté en la cruz
En mi funeral que suene Gin and Juice
Todos con caguamas y mucha luz
Quiero ver quemando a todos mis thugs
Te quiero, mamacita, desde chiquito
Escucho Doggystyle, te pongo de perrito
¿Cómo te explico?, no es pedo mío
Toda la culpa la tiene mi tío
Y le agradezco la enseñanza
Porque hoy nadie se pasa de verga o ¿qué tranza?
Me enseñaron a lo gangsta
Lo mantenemos fino con mucha elegancia
No te compares, homie, hay niveles
Puro West Coast, a la clica somos fieles
Somos conocidos casi en todos los hoteles
Nos miran llegar siempre con las mejores pieles
Baby, dime, ¿tú qué quieres?
No te preocupes por esas mujeres
P-I-M-P, A-L-E-M-A-N con D-O-double G
El día que me muera y esté en la cruz
En mi funeral que suene Gin and Juice
Todos con caguamas y mucha luz
Quiero ver quemando a todos mis thugs
El día que me muera y esté en la cruz
En mi funeral que suene Gin and Juice
Todos con caguamas y mucha luz
Quiero ver quemando a todos mis thugs
Snoop Dogg
Alemán
Snoop Dogg
Los patrons
Shout-out to the Homegrown Mafia
Alemán, its big Snoop Dogg, you dig? |
Smoking smoking weed
Havin a party
Im going to invite her
I got my lighter
Im getting higher
Smoking smoking weed
Jumped out my bed and I head downstairs
Wiped the boogers out my eyes. put some braids in my hair
Grabbed my favorite toothbrush and then some crest
Rinse my mouth out, now Im ready for the rest
Break it down, roll it up, pass if youve had enough
Youre with the big boss Dogg so go and puff puff
Real talk, can you still walk?
Have a seat, have a drink, now rest your feet
See thats the problem, you think that you can go with me?
Smoking cest your whole life, now you wanna blow with me
Go to the store with me and get some swishy sweet
And grab a bite to eat before you fall out
Im a ball out and everyday, were going to smoke until we all out
And thats a promise cuh, we got the bombest bud
And you can ask Ray J, he knows what time it was
In the Cadillac, with my head back
Feeling real good cause its like that
Another 20 sack weve got plenty that
We keep doing that
Smoking smoking weed
Smokin on these trees, keeps me at ease With these
Crazy things I see
Smokin on these trees, keeps me it seems
And I dont just where Id be - smoking smoking weed
Havin a party
Im going to invite her
Ive got my lighter
Im getting higher
Wish you would pass it
Im right beside her
I got an ashtray
Where did my pipe go?
So what you got nigga?
I got the cush and the yerp
Packaged in Ps to keep the feds of my chirp
Uhh cause my nerves on alert
Paranoid like your boy cookin up the work
Look pimpin I aint touching that dirt
I aint smokin that shit
Itll make your whole head hurt
I got the card for the cataract
Doctor say its legal
To twist up green
Call it Philadel eagle
Knockout pays me my check
Silver haze blowin out the Lamborghini air vents
I got the blunts and a pound of leaves
I been the purp man plus I got that OG
roll it, roll it, twist that, twist that
fire it up, then get that, get that
pass it around, get bent back bent back
Give it back to me!
Havin a party
Im going to invite her
Ive got my lighter
Im getting higher
Wish you would pass it
Im right beside her
I got an ashtray
Where did my pipe go?
Blaze in the bush of that cush
You gotta pull hard then push
I blow dro but to each his own
And I keep shit fit like Cheech and Chong
We can be outta town
We can be at home
I keep a good connect for that Cali grown
Weed so strong you can smell it through the sac
Its in the backpack in the trunk of the lac
Its a buck thats a fact
Wont accept nothin less
So you can smoke alone
On your sack of stress
Pass the cush, let me hit that next
Slim thugga muh fugga
I smoke the best
Havin a party
Im going to invite her
Ive got my lighter
Im getting higher
Wish you would pass it
Im right beside her
I got an ashtray
Where did my pipe go?
Ha ha its your boy Ray J
You know what? Im a roll up one right now
And celebrate a lil bit
You know Raydiation in stores right now
Yall go get it
Shortymack comin real soon
Its about to get ugly |
Laudiano
Yeah aight, look
Stop playin with me
You gon respect this crippin
Give a fuck if he like it, but he gon respect this crippin
Yeah aight, its all fun and games til a nigga trippin
Mop the floor, hide the wet sign just to catch him slippin
Pull up, bounce out with a briefcase, its time to handle business
Give a fuck if he like it, but he gon respect this crippin
Yeah aight, its all fun and games til a nigga trippin
Mop the floor, hide the wet sign just to catch him slippin
Pull up, bounce out with a briefcase, its time to handle business
Janky, baby, I just look like this, fuck a nigga mean?
Play with my respect, leave him wetter than a dream
Ill die for this shit baby, Im a different breed
I never let the beef get cold, nigga, wheres the meat?
Im an alpha male, aint no bitch in me
Grown ass man, feed my family
Any nigga get in my way, Ima feed him a Pedigree
I hold my own, baby, never need a nigga stand next to me
Everybody a hot nigga til 12 pull up, get cold feet
Stay by myself, aint gotta worry bout a nigga tellin
Stay by myself, aint gotta worry bout a nigga jealous
I dont even like workin with niggas, baby, cause Im hella selfish
Big chains, pieces on pieces
That boy got on a necklace, yeah aight
Nigga talkin out his neck til I leave his ass neckless
It get tricky, fuck it, nigga finna get reckless, on the gang
Give a fuck if he like it, but he gon respect this crippin
Yeah aight, its all fun and games til a nigga trippin
Mop the floor, hide the wet sign just to catch him slippin
Pull up, bounce out with a briefcase, its time to handle business
Give a fuck if he like it, but he gon respect this crippin
Yeah aight, its all fun and games til a nigga trippin
Mop the floor, hide the wet sign just to catch him slippin
Pull up, bounce out with a briefcase, its time to handle business
I shouldve known that this ol buster-ass nigga wasnt really with the Crip shit
Full court press make a nigga flip
Got his main bitch suckin on his big stick
Gotta see a little different just to see a crack
East side nigga with the hammer if a nigga wanna set trip
Fuckin with the Dogg will be your death wish
Im knockin off everythin above your necklace
I take off quick and take your face off
Eighteen holes but I dont play golf
Respect my crippin, Im a straight boss
And I do it for life with no days off
Tyin niggas up like a shoelace
Shootin like 2K, me and my nigga Blueface
On the block, makin the block hot
Big bag, back pocket, heater with the Crip flag, nigga, get back
Give a fuck if he like it, but he gon respect this crippin
Yeah aight, its all fun and games til a nigga trippin
Mop the floor, hide the wet sign just to catch him slippin
Pull up, bounce out with a briefcase, its time to handle business
Give a fuck if he like it, but he gon respect this crippin
Yeah aight, its all fun and games til a nigga trippin
Mop the floor, hide the wet sign just to catch him slippin
Pull up, bounce out with a briefcase, its time to handle business |
Motherfucking legend
Motherfucking legend
Even if I die, living Legend
Look at my reflection
Aint no second guessing
Always be a legend
A motherfucking legend
Motherfucking legend
Used to whip a Lexus
I can die right now, still a legend
Look at my reflection
Aint no second guessing
Born to be a legend
A motherfucking legend
1996, I beat a 187
80 million sold, and I aint check the records
Checked a couple rappers, told em not to test me
Ask me who am I? Motherfucking legend
50 bitches naked
Nike aint my preference
Khaki with the Chucks
Now look how they dressing
Perfected my profession
Someone call the reverend
Bury me alive, living legend
Motherfucking legend
Motherfucking legend
Even if I die, living Legend
Look at my reflection
Aint no second guessing
Always be a legend
A motherfucking legend
Look, big dog, six broads, dont matter to me
You new niggas look madder than me
Came up with the Doc, been around the world with Pac
Dont compare another rapper to me
When I came and kicked them buildings over
Swear I always knew Id never be the same
Was born to be a motherfucking legend
I aint never do it for no fucking fame
Motherfucking legend
You know what Im repping
20 million, 20 years ago
Cuh, you was like 7
You aint gotta like it
Bitch you gon respect it
Look me in my eye
Motherfucking legend
Motherfucking legend
Motherfucking legend
Even if I die, living Legend
Look at my reflection
Aint no second guessing
Always be a legend
A motherfucking legend
Motherfucking legend
Used to whip a Lexus
I can die right now, still a legend
Look at my reflection
Aint no second guessing
Born to be a legend
A motherfucking legend
Mix purple with the yella
Kobe with Vanessa
Did it doggy style
Like upon the dresser
Look at my reflection
Motherfucking legend
Even when I die |
Turn me up, turn me up
Just Blaze
Whats up, whats happening?
Big Snoop in this bitch, get it crackin
Dickies creased up and they saggin
Gat in the right side, left side flag
Niggas running at the lip again
Got me feelin Ima trip again
And you thought I wasnt listenin
Bitches talking shit, got me walkin like a Crip again
Gotta hit you with the re-up
Im married to the streets, fuck a prenup
Ayy lil nigga roll the weed up
Drank in my cup, we about to get Gd up
Long Beach on my right side
CPT on my left side
I got Watts in this bitch
It be dogs from the jects still screaming out West Side
Long Beach on my right side
CPT on my left side
I got Watts in this bitch
Tiny loccs from the third and they screaming out East Side
Bitch niggas still bang on em
50 Cal shots, let it rang on em
And if a square ass nigga tried to get up in my circle
We gon have to put them thangs on em
Bitch niggas still bang on em
50 Cal shots, let it rain on em
And if a square ass nigga tried to get up in my circle
We gon have to put them thangs on em
Still say fuck em cause aint no love for em
Tell em come and see me, I got a slug for em
But then again I aint brainless
Ill have my little loccs hit you with the stainless
Still say fuck em cause aint no love for em
Tell em come and see me, I got a slug for em
But I aint tryna make ya famous
Ill have my tiny locos hit you with the stainless
Bitch you know who I be
D-O double G, super C-R-I-P
Creepin through the fog
And steppin through the smog
And you know Im high as shit
And my bitches fly free
Shit you know who I be
D-O double G, super C-R-I-P
Creepin through the fog
And steppin through the smog
And you know Im high as shit
And my bitches fly free
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Its still 187 if you bitch niggas wanna trip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Its still 187 if you bitch niggas need that
Its enough of that to go around
Real Gs make the hood go round
Keep the planet spinnin on its axis
How is he so hood? How can you ask this?
I guess you can say I put in practice
On the strip, under lights, now Im back bitch
And even if Im blown on my own
With the chrome to your dome
Make you stretch like elastic
I need my real Gs to the left
Bitch niggas staying to the right
I need my hoes front and center
Hard on these hoes from the Summer to the winter
Spring to the Fall, hoes still on my balls
Its the number one nigga from the hood Doggy Dogg
Still pull up on a nigga when I need to be heard
Im a killer and a stealer, but I aint from Pittsburgh
Real shit on the set, I get your whole clique served
You best observe, a B chalked out on the curb
With your momma and your people sayin Supercrip did it
They wont testify, so he got away with it
Now Im sttin on my throne, on my Bat phone
Im talkin to Iron man, while smokin some fire, man
Look up in the sky, its a bird, its a plane
Walkin through the clouds with a Crip stick cane
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Its still 187 if you bitch niggas wanna trip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Its still 187 if you bitch niggas need that |
Uh, light somethin, stop frontin
How much moneys enough? Think maybe like a trillion figures
Pray my daughter dont wild like the Hilton sisters
Thatd kill me yo, filthy rich
My daughter pass it onto the next generation
Throwing carnations at my tombstone
In my new home, meet Moms in my Yves Saint Laurent suit on
Then we do a dance
Like my man Luther jam, but my verse came first
I stole change out her purse, now I wanna dig her up
Outta the earth, too morbid, lean forward
Toward a new paragraph, Blue carrots, D-class
Strictly that kush in the weed bags
Tryna figure out what Barry Gordie had put in production
Studios smokey now, hard like David Ruffin
Hit a spliff through a seance, and uh, play on, playa
Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
Gotta get your papes on, play on, playa
Before its all gone, sip Don, tip waiters
Do yall thing, ménage, swing, baby
Spend dubs on your bruhs, gotta live crazy
Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
Get your papes on, play on, playa
Get your papes on, play on, playa
Ruby red grapefruit juice with Grey Goose
Rubies in the Jesus piece, pimped out like Snoopy
But a East Coast thing, my girls stocking
Tied up in a knot top of my bean head
Billion dollar dream head, went from triple beams to digitals
Servin fiends to minimal, sixty Gs
No criminal, no mo, just mo dough
Mimosas pouring, Oprahs earrings
On fingers while your girl performs cunnilingus
‘Cause this big money aroma lingers
Barber cleans his blade, then they give me a fade
Hot towel on the face, hot models who vomit
After they eat so they can stay lightweight
Swallowin my protein like an Ovaltine shake
Come through like Mo Green from Godfather, so clean
Where I step I Clorox it, keep twenty Gs
On both sides of the thighs, thats four pockets
Eighty thou to browse for the nicest price
But we aint into buyin conflict ice
Thats the shit they stole from the Congo, and other black soil
True mack fo you, nappy hair just spinning
Honey gave me a massage with a happy ending
Finest females, I just came on and sprayed her
Got to get your papes on, play on, playa
Its kinda hard for a playa like you
But let me show you how a nigga like me get revenue
What you never do is punk out, what you better do
Never let the game get ahead of you, get a better view
Better yet, a better crew, praise God, Im a marry you
Get ya holy, carry you, bury you, slowly
Roll me another blunt, stuff it
Lick it, puff it, tuck it, fuck it
That man, that game, that thing it busts
In D-O-Double-G we trust
Yup, yup, young loc with the two steps
He creepin with two TECs, they sleepin with two chicks
Right before we blast, all you heard was two clicks
End of existence, for instance
Rewind, replay it, re-chop it, remix it, re-twist it
Goddamn, D-O-Double-G, cuz, we missed it
Travel slow, Im an Indian, but not a Navajo
I smoke the big leaf, end all the big beefs
My hair in two braids, Im the big chief
La-da-da, be-da-ba-da…
Yeah, break that down, how fresh you are?
The king from Queens, Mr. Escobar
Connect with the best from the West, yes-yes, you are
Oh my God, its Snoop Dogg and Nas; playa, play on |
Hasta la verga, güe
Lupillo, Snoop Dogg
B-Real, Santa Fe
Sigue subiendo la venta
La gente nunca es lo que aparenta
La virgen me cuida, la calle me respeta
Moviendo efectivo, disparo como escopeta
Neta, somos los dueños de la banqueta
Ando fumao, activao pa cualquier situación
De lado a lao muévelo, hip hop revolución
Batéalo, quémalo y pásalo
Que andas con mi clica, la que rifa, puro vándalo
Flow bandolero, moviendo dinero
Soy el pelotero, el cholo sonidero
Tequila, hierba y ron, tengo tino y también a mi bandón
Bien piratas y manchados para tumbarte el cantón
Soy callejero, el pelotero, el mero mero
Ganando lana, la marihuana me paga, pero
Esto es mi juego, vida de los bandoleros
Lo que tengo te chinga, es de otra liga
¿Quieres cuántas libras? Para sentir las vibras
Estás volando con mis hijas todo los días
Tengo verde, esa Leche, ¿comprenden, mi gente?
Im worldwide and youre invited along for the ride
I run the game like a boss player
I dont give a fuck about a naysayer, say a prayer
Im a shot caller, a baller, a street scholar
Checkin dollars and poppin collars, the game is ours
Un pelotero, señores
Tira bolas en el parque
Yo también soy pelotero
Tira la letra de arranque
Yo también soy pelotero, pero soy de la otra clase
Y cada jonrón que pego es cada kilo que vendo
Pa llegar a grandes ligas, pa llegar a grandes ligas
Vengan conmigo primero
¡Alemán!
Aquí yo controlo, me piden polvo de polo a polo
Me apodan Manolo, crecí entre armas con drogas y cholos
Saludos pal Choco, bateando chuck y libretas de coco
Salieron las pacas, llegaron los kilos y una tras otra coloco
No pueden parar este jonrón
Este pelotero conecta
Una nueve fajada en el pantalón
Mi gente es solo calle, respeta
Sí, mi suerte no fue caracoles
Fue ponerle huevos cuando había puros frijoles
Ahora traigo brócoli del fino pa que enroles
Y no solo bateamos, también metemos goles
Came into the party, bank account gigante
In an old school classic Carlo Monte
Findin your spot when bad bitches shake they body
I like the dark mocha and caramel latte
Im hitting homeruns, Big Papi
Money long, big guappy
Started my own enterprise, headed to the toppy
You in the presence of the boss and cant nobody stop me
Big knot , big bank
Big yacht , Big rank
Toast to the success and toast to the Boogie
Bad bitches, bright lights and a pound of goodies
Un pelotero, señores
Tira bolas en el parque
Yo también soy pelotero
Tira la letra de arranque
Ya les expliqué, señores, lo que es un gran pelotero
Y cada jonrón que pego es cada kilo que vendo
Pa llegar a grandes ligas vengan conmigo primero
Pa llegar a grandes ligas vengan conmigo primero
Mi vida loca, un hospital oscuro
El cementerio llora, la muerte es lo único seguro, woh
Vida loca, mi vida loca
La cárcel fría y peligrosa, ah
Vida corta, mi vida chola
La calle es mía, bien caliente la cosa |
Yeah! You know how we do
A lil something for the non-believers
For the underachievers
Yall know what time it is
Big Snoop Dogg up in this motherfucka one time
I want yall to sing this shit wit me
It go like this, check it out
2x
Snoop D.O. Double G, the way you rip so love-ely
It sound so visciously
When the thump in the trunk go, bump, bump, bump
Everybody put your hands to the motherfucking center
Baby girl go on an pull ya weave back, D-O-G, oh yeah, he back
And Im steppin out the all-blue Lee-zac
Word on the streets, yeah nigga, I got the feedback
I dont trip off, I get the tip off
Befo it rip off, yeah homie, Im the Biz-oss
I got them finger-lickin chickens wit the siz-auce
And one of my hoes known to cut ya dick off
Leave ya stuck in the land of the liz-ost
Im back at the mayn-sion, cold as the friz-ost
Sittin on ten acres, dawg, wit a kiz-ost
A whole lot to you, but a lil nothing to me
Thats what you get, for fuckin wit me
Aint that right, Sha Money from the D-P-C
G-Unit!
You know Im down with them boys
I clown wit them boys
Dont fuck around wit them boys, cause they down wit the
STOP! Wait! Now let me give it to ya
This is the proper hip-hopper, it get into ya
I know you liking it, loving it, or you feelin it
D.O. Double Gizzel, oh yeah, Cuh/Cuzz be killin it
Who the only nigga that you can call on?
When ya favorite rapper fall off, the Big Dogg, fall on
10, 11, 12, or was it 13?
How many years a nigga been in the game, and Im still so clean
Im flippin up the game and shit
I maintain my thang wit this
And I, never hesitate to bang a bitch
Im having millions, and Im still banging Crip
Um, um, wouldnt you believe it?
Even after achievin, got a deal wit the heathens
But, as long as Im breathing
Imma keep walking like Jesus
My name is
Whatchu gone next, how you gone say it
When yo album come out dawg, I cant wait to play it
Tell the truth, my nigga, I love all ya work
Well, from me to you low, welcome to the Church
Mi casa, su casa
So, get ya drank on and smoke on nigga, go on an boss up
You can holla at baby, its ok to me
Then I love it when them motherfuckers say to me
Yeah! Sha Money, representin G-Unit, good lookin my nigga
As usual, its a DPG-Unit connection
You know how we do it
A lil something for the non-believers
For the underachievers
echoes
Snoop D.O. Double G |
Yeah
So motherfucking hood
Its your uncle Snoop D O Double G
Oh weee
You know how we do it on the west coast
West west yo, diggy diggy diggy diggit yo
Its got a hold on me
The streets wont let me go
Im in love
It takes its toll on me
When I try to leave it alone
I cant say no to the gangstas life
Gotta live a gangstas life
Gangstas life
Look, whats up motherfuckers its ya boy Nipsey Hussle
The neighbor banger thatll make the dope double
Block duck a cop cause yeah Im all that
I made it out of haters try to see me fall back
I was once told that everything glittering is not gold
And money over bitches is the motto
Still some of these suckers think I owe him a dollar or a dime
Im a product of my grind, fuck is on your mind
When you talk I dont listen cause a lot of niggas lie
Rule 1 gotta get gotta flip gotta find your position while you in a south central state of mind
Another Nip Hussle you will never find
Take a look into my eyes see I forever shine
They shouldnt showed me that, true niggas shouldnt have told me that
The streets they know they homies they always try to hold me back
Give me a pen and a pad plus some Gin and a half
Put the clip in the mag, put the zip in the bag
Eastside rollin in an 6 deuce rag
Dont be slippin, cripping, we will get you fast
Streets be calling, see sawing
Never stalling, you hauling
Play calling, freefalling
Say it with me nephew, we balling
Get a zone, hit it, hit it get it on
Yes indeed the capital S-N Double O-P
Bin doing doing this gangsta shit since 83
Back in the LBC
Check my fouls nigga check my pedigree
Next to homie big D, nigga letter C
Another Snoop Dogg there will never be
Take my eyes have a look and you will never see
You shouldnt have showed me that
You niggas shouldnt have told me that
The streets they know they homies they always try to hold me back
Look, Look
I got 20 thousand dollars in my blue dickie pockets
Up at Fox Hill shoppin rolex same tocking or ticking
They slipping we different bitches
6 0’s on my checks and the Crenshaw district
On lock, wont stop, big chain, big watch
Big rims, 3 piece leather seats, no top
Come through the block drive slow
Dont stop, niggas whisper dont talk
Cause they know they get by
From the bottom to the top
I done told ya nigga
Self made getting paid like Im supposed to nigga
Now the hating is contagious and the only prescription is to load up a clip and give the nigga the business
It happens everyday just for instance
No weapons and no witness that means no conviction
While Im mixing my patrone in my kitchen
Reminiscing before I make my transition
HUSSLE |
Im not tryna be a right, tryna be a wrong
Im just try to make it out here on my own
I say I do a lot of things but I prolly never change
Im not tryna be a right, tryna be a wrong
I just try to make it out here on my own
I say I do a lot of things but I prolly be the same
Every time I try to get my life together someone seems
Whatcha doing tryna ruin my hopes and my dreams
Push away and always go get away
And keep some grams in my pants have a hit a day
Am I wrong am I right, do I care living life
On my own, cop a zone, what it feeling like
Transition crimination whatch you call it mack upon
Do my thang with my gang put your back up on
Recollect and reflect on how I used to be
Im probably the same way cud cause Im goin keep it G
Secretly sactredly yall wake and bake with me
Solo creepin on the dolo tippin like a lolo
Fans come in vans with they clans expecting to get that photo
Wont need to come back stage and have a chance to hit my dodo
Cool individual, Im never too good
See Mack is from the hood and never Hollywood
Im not tryna be a right, tryna be a wrong
Im just try to make it out here on my own
I say I do a lot of things but I prolly never change
Im not tryna be a right, tryna be a wrong
I just try to make it out here on my own
I say I do a lot of things but I prolly be the same
Growing up I aint know as much
I was too busy chasing money and rolling stuff for I was old enough
Getting every dollar and fold it up
Putin all my weed in papers instead of blunts so they could know its us
Every party we showing up, baggy full of pre-rolls
Light it up and pass it you holding that one too long nigga matter fact you can have it
Another one in rotation my motivation is cabage my Rollie face filled with carrots
And niggas think they are but they know that they aint comparing
And they aint doing no harm but I dont think Im really caring
I keep making deposits and no way no interference
From your broke ass, I just keep hustlin all the time and gettin more cash
And rolling weed you smell the chronic when I go past
You look at me and then put down notes on your notepad
Yeah, Im kinda high, but you should know that
Im not tryna be a right, tryna be a wrong
Im just try to make it out here on my own
I say I do a lot of things but I prolly never change
Im not tryna be a right, tryna be a wrong
I just try to make it out here on my own
I say I do a lot of things but I prolly be the same |
Yall gonna do a whole cat album?
Cat album
Damn
Motherfuckers start bringing their cats to the tour bus and shit
Meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa
The cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels
Meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
I cant believe this
Somebody got to do it shit, why not me
Im gonna bang this bitch the fuck out!
You better -- You might wanna record the way you feeling like history being made
This muthafucka put a mirror on the goddamn screen
Lets go, El-P!
Huh? Champ! So what were gonna do next?
Im up at midnight, Im dippin off in my Nizzikes
A gun and a metal pizzipe, a knizzife is to my rizzight
Im lurkin servin on pussies who lack a purpose
Ive got em filled up with frizzight like Mizzike is you all rizzight?
Im lookin lurkin on bitches twerkin for service
The bitches bag is a Birkin, Im yellin, screamin and cursin
Im putting pistols in faces at random places like
Bitch, give it up or stand adjacent to Satan
Bad man chillin, the villains is here
No Jesuses here, I hear the demons in my ear
And I want it, I need it, see it, I take it
Never fake it, wrap you motherfuckers up, leave you naked
The jewel runners, top tag team for two summers
Live and let live, fuck you cuz cause thats a fools honor
Im walkin totin on two llamas
You niggas ass and trash and trash, fuck it, Im too honest
So fuck you fuckboys forever, I hope I said it politely
And thats about the psyche of Jaime and Mikey
You meet another pair better - highly unlikely
And if I cant rap, then maggot fuck, then fight me
I live for the thrill of the kill, yes it excites me
You know your favorite rapper aint shit and me, I might be
The closest representation of God you might see
Pay honors like your momma young sonna and take a right knee
The passion of Pac, the depth of Nas, circa nine three
Mix the mind of Brad Jordan and Chuck D and find me
I spit with the diction of Malcolm or say a Bun B
Prevail through Hell, so Satan get ye behind me
The kitten became a lion that look at your face like great food
The kitten became a lion that look at your face like great food
The kitten became a lion that look at your face like...
Ive never been much of shit, by most measurements dont exist on the radar a little blip in the shadow of motherships
Been smothered and brashly muffled by hucksters of global spin like the sign on my back says stab me, my soul is your little bitch
But maybe you should be careful when flipping a strangers switch like assuming the war is won aint a symptom of arrogance
When nothing to lose a step up then everythings for the win so we grin in the face of frauds and tell monsters to suck our dick
I live to spit on your grave, my existence is to disgrace you
The kitten became a lion that look at your face like great food
Thats why we got the people behind us
While other rappers are vaginas for the fame the jewel runners will always stay rude
Motherfuck your permission
Was never yours to begin with
And every bar of the bitch shit you spit is your fucking prison
I been here making raw shit and never asked to be lauded
Run the Jewels is the answer, your question is whats poppin? |
Right about now!!!!!
:
SNOOP!!!!! DOGG!!!!! SNOOP!!!!! DOGG!!!!! SNOOP!!!!! DOGG!!!!!
HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!!
HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!!
Its ya Eastside partner, Big Snoopy D-O
Turned like D-lo, catch me on your TiVo
Long Beach with me, the city and the turf chump
Get turf stomped, fuckin with the turf punk
Im geeked up, Im on my tip ho
Turn it up bee-itch, what you here foe?
Im goin all in, thats what I do
My little niggas jerkin, whats up with you?
This little rappin ass, niggas tappin out
Im almost twenty in, the fuck you rappin bout?!
My niggas peeled up, the homeys growin big
Im all in the club rollin twenty crips
You see a G, you better know the deal
You see the fellas fool, Im in the streets for real
Im giggin on these hoes, do em like dominos
I slam em on they back, and tell em vamanos
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
I see em comin huh, thats what I heard em said
The .38 the same colors the Chevrolets
501s on, gangsta lookin good
Im in the club holmes, Chuckn up the hood
We the West boy, yeah you see the shirt
Smokin on that Kobe, fuckin wit that purp
I gotta get er mayne, baby hella thick
She said her name was Seven, call me Michael Vick {panting}
Cause Im a dog, ho, give em the dick and dash
Fuck whatchu called fo, if I aint hit dat ass
Im Snoopy D-O-Dubb, I get it poppin cuz
And when Im in the buildin, they get to poppin up
They get to spendin cash, screamin T.I.U
Now gon Turn It Up, lil mama look at you!
Im giggin on these hoes, do em like dominoes
And slam em on they back, and tell em vamanos
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now)
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now)
Boss Dogg chillin, lookin like a million
Yeah, nigga got it, Imma leave it
To my chilren
Tonight Im on some other shit, and baby lovin it
Hella fast, grip dey ass like the oven mitt
Im gooned up, boy! Rich as fuck, boy!
Black and gold brakes, thats my truck, boy
Im on my Eastside, shit Im workin
I got the party goin, and its jerkin
My niggas all long, we rollin out deck
Hoes gettin in, you betta pick a bitch
Cause when I shut it down, the partys over wit
She call me Superman, Im on my +Soulja+ shit
Boss Dogg, get em, I sick em and take em home
West Coast bitch, Im on my fuckin throne
Im giggin on these hoes, do em like dominoes
And slam em on they back, and tell em vamanos
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
I Wanna rock right now |
Yall know who this is
Every time I come to town
Shortie bad, she gon bust it down
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when Im in it
Every time I come to town
Shortie bad, she gon bust it down
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when Im in it
From the LBC shore, wheels up on the G4
Louis bag with the Gucci loafs, silk shirt with a mink coat
Flying in, selling game to all you hoes and youre buying in
Legend in your presence, hiding
Got a room full of bitches and they lying there
High in there, aint no fire, but a lot of wine in there
They get it, aint no WiFi
On the low, close the door, bitch, I Spy
See when I pull up, jump in, we slip out
Roll up, roll out, get mines, dip out
She had to come and give a real Crip a taste
Out of pocket, never that stayin in strippers place
Big brown ass with some fat titties
And baby make magic when Im in the city
Every time I come to town
Shortie bad, she gon bust it down
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when Im in it
Every time I come to town
Shortie bad, she gon bust it down
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when Im in it
Ya perdí la cuenta de lo que me estoy buscando
Gastando, viajando el mundo, en un avión rodando
Tu mujer me está chequeando
Y no le cuente que en el año son treinta palo sonando
Balenciaga, flow de Richard Mille, de Patek de los baguettes
¿Quién te enseñó ese, quién fue?
Lo que tú hace ahora ya yo lo pasé, ah
A melón por año estuviera en 93
Que tú no tienes flow, yo lo valgo y lo mantengo
Tírenme to, que con ustedes me entretengo
Tú suenas bien pero el jarabe yo lo tengo
Bajé pal barrio, de ahí es que yo me mantengo
Que tú no tienes flow, yo lo valgo y lo mantengo
Tírenme to, que con ustedes me entretengo
Tú suenas bien pero el jarabe yo lo tengo
Bajé pal barrio, de ahí es que yo me mantengo
Every time I come to town
Shortie bad, she gon bust it down
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when Im in it
Every time I come to town
Shortie bad, she gon bust it down
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when Im in it
Eyes hid behind the tints on my glasses
Cartier frames, I become a fanatic
Belaire champagne, we dont drink out the glasses
Time is money baby, so I quibble over semantics
Ace card good, but my license invalid
She gon throw it back, but it aint for the challenge
I just seen Snoop park the Wraith at the valley
And we with crazy girls, so the girls gotta be bout it
From the zip to the LBC, we make the girls get W-E-T
I see you, I know you see me
Can I get sloppy in the foreign two seater?
Yeah, mami, call me, Big papi
Chop a nigga, dont speak cause Im rich and groovy
Got hits like Rudy, make a bitch whistle me
Tequila got me loopy, Russ pack, fruity
Every time I come to town
Shortie bad, she gon bust it down
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when Im in it
Every time I come to town
Shortie bad, she gon bust it down
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when Im in it
O-Ozuna, ja
Hi Music Hi Flow
Pue-Puerto Rico
Dominican Republic, baby, ja
Nibiru, Nibiru, Nibiru, Nibiru
Dimelo Vi, ja |
Aaaahhhhhhhhhh
No rapper can rap quite like I can
Ill take a musclebound man and put his face in the sand
Not the last Mafioso Im a MC cop
Make you say Go Justin, and do the wop
Beats to the rhyme, the rhyme I just made
Party at the jammie til lights the night fade
Trooping for the feature we all get paid
So lets go
Im glad you called, but Im not home
But Ill be back before too long
You gotta speak your style, and your number too
And this is all you got to do
Wait for the beep
You gotta leave your number, gotta leave your number
Wait for the beep
Kick it
Wild thing
Wild thing
Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And Id like to take a minute, just sit right there
Ill tell you how I became a prince of a town called Bel-Air
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man
Whats your man got to do with me?
I got a man
Im not trying to hear that, see
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air if yous a true playa
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Doggs definitely in the house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Rows definitely in the house
Just hit the east side of the LBC
On a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G
Seen a car full of girls, aint no need to tweak
All you skirts know whats up with 2-1-3
Straight Outta Compton, a crazy motha--
(Hey hey hey, hold on a second
Wait wait wait
Youre straight outta Compton?)
(Not straight
Yeah yeah, Im Straight Outta Compton)
NA-nananaNA
NananaNA-nanaNA-nanaNA
NananaNA
Here comes the hotstepper
Im the lyrical gangster
Big up di crew ina di area
Still love you like that
Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean
Dont you think Im so sexy; Im just so fresh, so clean
Dont this hit make my people wanna
Dont this hit make my people wanna
Dont this hit make my people wanna
Jump, jump
The Mac Dad will make you, jump, jump
Daddy Mac will make you, jump, jump
Kris Kross will make you jump, jump
I wish I was a little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her
If youre having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch aint one
Hit me
Move bitch, get out the way
99 problems, but a bitch aint one
Hit me
Move bitch, get out the way
I got 99 problems, but a-- but a--
Started from the bottom, now were here
Started from the bottom, now the whole team up in here
Started from the bottom, now were here
Started from the bottom, now the whole team up in here
Pour up Head shot
Sit down Stand up
Pass out Wake up
Faded
Life we always do at this time
I go for mine, I gots to shine
Now throw your hands up in the sky
I, gotta go for mine, I gots to shine
Now throw your hands up in the sky
Like this
Now theres a backseat lover, thats always undercover
And we talk til my daddy say
It wasnt me, she was foolin, cause she knew what was she was doin
When she told me how to walk this way
Walk this way, talk this way
Walk this way, talk this way
Walk this way, talk this way
Walk this way, talk this way |
This is DJ EZ Dicc, and this is the Golden Shower Hour
Early in the morning
Wake your goat mouth ass up
This is 187.4 FM on your dial
And we flippin it just like this
For all you motherfuckin real Gs out there, huh
Come with the real shit, 187.4 FM on your dial
Uh, to the tick-tock, ya dont stop
Uh, to the beep-beep and you dont freak
Uh check It out baby bubba in the place to be
My name is Snoop
The one they wanna see, so um...
Blaze up the bud and break out the champagne
Cause we rollin in the fast lane trying to find the right lane
Doing it, just like players
Laying down laws, Governors, mayors
Pay us, to stay up on top of things
Theres something ‘bout being in that Dogg Pound Gang
That makes me wanna have some type of hustle in life
If being wrong is broke, I can’t be right
Despite all the madness you hear nowadays
Stealin’ rhymes from super duper scenes to get you paid
But you played yourself, cause you can’t play me
I see through you but you can’t see me
Hes been watching you so smooth
Long Beach is on the move
Hes been watching you so smooth
Long Beach is on the move
Now I’m a bona fide microphone technician with styles
I came to storm on these MCs like electrical clouds
Hear me now, a born killer like Mick n Mall
Down to trip and empty clips and permanently exile
The oppositions, competition, discrete and dismantled
Light ‘em up like candlesticks with the instinct of a vandal
Vandalize, how I reprimand MCs to freeze
Moving guarantees the temperature decrease degrees
Frozen stiff, cause what I’m holdin’ lifts the soul
This metal automatic weapon keeps me in control
Never fold, I scald like water in order
To let these MCs know I slaughter, so times getting shorter
It sorta limits ya, but to me the sky’s the limit
Ya know I diminish ya, to dust, Tecs sinister
Bust one rhyme that’s like a voodoo hex
Connect complex styles, my vast high tech flex
Cause when there’s, an MC like me who’s in there like swimwear
Don’t despite me, cause all the hoes like me, mashin’ in Nikes
I done seen niggas on TV, dissin’ to get deals
Now I got one question, nigga: how does it feel?
Check your game, but I aint even sayin’ no names
Proclaimed lyricist dissin’ us for fortune and fame
Did I do somethin’ to you? Did we serve ya hoes?
Cause your on TV rappin’ like ya knew me and know me
But you don’t really know me, that motherfuckin nigga from the D.P.G
The K-U-R-U-P-T, I’m too smooth
Hes been watching you so smooth
Dogg Pound Is on the move
Hes been watching you so smooth
Dogg Pound is on the move
Everybodys got to hear the shit...
I know thats right
Real smooth here on 187.4 FM on your dial
The station thats playing platinum hits, baby, thats keeping you coming
And Im the DJ with the fattest sack, DJ E...Z
Look between my legs and youll know why
On that station thats sockin some soul to your ass
W-Ballz fadin em all
And now were gonna take some calls:
I wanna dedicate this one to my girl Cheryl
Out there, man, with a fat ass bitch
Yo, this is Barry White
Yo, Tha Dogg Pound, yall muthafuckas sounding good, sho you right
Keep doing what youre doing, you players
Im Kevin Slo Jammin James from 92.3 The Beat
Man, this shit is so smooth
Im switching up, get me an application
I wanna work for W Ballz |
Yeah, Death Row
Dogg Pound, Snoop Dogg
Right back in they ass with the remix
Like that! We gotta hit em hard
And we gonna hit them like this
Pure gangsta shit
Modefied, Purefied, nigga
Check it out
With so much drama in the L-B-C
Its kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G
But I - somehow, some way
Keep coming up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the Gs?
And make a few ends as I breeze through
2 in the morning and the partys still jumping
Cause my momma aint home
I got bitches in the living room getting it on
And they aint leaving til 6 in the morning
So what you wanna do? Sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But we dont love them hoes, yea
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
Gs up, hoes down, while you motherfuckas bounce to this
Just rollin!
Just rollin!
Just rollin!
Just rollin!
Just rollin!
Just rollin!
Just rollin!
Just rollin!
Now that I got me some Seagrams gin
Everybody got they cups, but they aint chipped in
Now this type of shit happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listening to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
Who 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 homeboys lady
80 degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-Ts, cause you gets none of these, at ease
As I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
Beyotch Im just
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 aint no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic: yeah Im fucked up now
But it aint no stopping, Im still popping
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
To serve me; not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut Im raising up off the cot
Dont get upset, girl, thats just how it goes
I dont love you hoes, Im out the door
And Ill be
Yo, again!
Back up in this muthafucka is Ol G Henny Loc
Tellin you whats really goin on,
With the big baby of em all, Snoop Doggy Dogg
Back up in ya muthafuckas
Flipp floppin hoes like ?Fab Jacks?
What many fuckas remain to be, clockin them dollas
So recognize game as the D-O-double-G, dips with the Gin & Juice
Ya trick ass, bitches!!
Yeah, just bounce to this
Snoop ounce to this
All my homies just bounce to this
Eastside just bounce to this
Westside, bounce to this
Nothside, bounce to this
Southside, bounce to this
Japan, bounce to this
U.K., bounce to this
Niggas from Aklohoma, bounce to this
Niggas from Texas, bounce to this
Niggas in Atlanta, bounce to this
Niggas in New York, bounce to this
Niggas in New York they bounce to this
Niggas in New York they bounce to this, check! |
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To my motherfuckin man, fifty grand, the alcholic man
Inject a tall can in his blood stream if he can
Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker
Emcee provoker, the chocolate tah smoker
I like to mack in Maximas and Acuras
Your girl butt cheeks, Im smackin
The raw rapper, spot smacker
Wit the lil hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker
A shy nigga, but I aint ya fuckin comforter
And If I ever fall in love, I bet Im fuckin her
Ask the hooker, If I didnt jug her
She try to front, then I put the Chuckii Booker on her
Bitch, you crazy? Commitments, Im Swayze
No time for the ill shit
Mess with the niggas on that real blood spill shit
My rappin tactics, are drastic
Stretchin motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic
So if you wanna see my Pedigree, you better be
Filled with energy, niggas never gettin me
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Big cities and bright lights
Short days and long nights
No stress and no strife
Im high off living the life
Its clear to see that Im the motherfuckin man, I done learned from the
Best of em; Took the first slot, niggas still second guessin em
Hoes, Im undressin em, foes, Im not stresin em
Outlastin a bunch of em , outflowed the rest of em
Cuz everyday, I stay preachin on the pulpit
So tell them haters they could miss me with that bullshit
But I wont miss, Im Luda, the heat holder
Im rich, bitch! Ive done more shows than Oprah
And Im a soldier, ready for whatever
Roll with a bunch of niggas that dont know no better
King like Coretta, countin mo cheddar
Just hired two dykes to be my ho getters
When it comes to these women, dog, aint no one fuckin wit me
They runnin back, you think I had TJ Duckett wit me
Thats cause I throw it like Vick, from the yard line
Menage a trois, its safe to say Im havin hard times
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To my nigga Chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop on the block
Got the heaters cocked, cause I know the suckers on the block
Hennesey and Belve-D, brings a lot of jealousy
Nigga stop snitchin, nephew, why you tellin me?
They say the game aint what it use to be on
Used to be a G, but now he just a ho
Runnin round poitin fingers, tellin names
You fuckin up the rules to this dirty game, and its a diry shame
I aint flippin out, thats probably why Im dippin out
Yall fools trippin out, that why Im on a different route
Now, makin money, havin clout, whats what its all about
Twenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom house
Now they call me Snoopy Trump
I keep my heater close, cause I love to bust
Now hats a stain on a nigga, I bang on a nigga
Kick rocks and watch how I do my thang, young nigga; Im livin the life!
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- w/o ab-libs |
And I can see it with my eyes closed, now
Feeling like my life froze
I’m about to hit the ground
Sippin’ yac while I elevate my mind state
Hand by the burner in case a nigga try to violate
Never going down, stay rising like Andre
Cause my corner back every thing the don say
Long Beach, yeah I yell it out in every song
Err’y day, err’y night till I’m carried home
Forever known, big ballin’, try it in the city
Then yelling out swish way before it in the net
And I aint knocking a niggas hustle, it’s all a game
And when they mention the best, will they call your name?
Theres only winners and losers, aint no in between
You either hit the hall of fame or you fall to shame
And you aint got to wonder where my place at
Pepsi blue rags sorta poppin, bitch taste that
One hit of the bong will blow ya face back
LMFAO to the bank, boy, ASAP
And I can see it with my eyes closed, now
Feeling like my life froze
I’m about to hit the ground
I do it cause I feel it
Live it like I’m talkin’
Flow so straight but wont a nigga try and walk in it
I’m so high, yeah the weed, I’m still sparking it
My bitch bad and my diamonds still sparkling
Got the competition shaking like parkinsons
Breads in the bag, call it good marketing
Life’s a bitch but I don’t cartigan
Thats what a word to the third letter
Shots, shots, shots to me and my cheddar
Run these emcee’s I’m tougher than leather
Vietnemese eyes tighter than ever
Fuck with the Dogg I’m biting whomever
Cause I don came from a long path
Only God knows how long the Dogg has
Cause like time we all pass
So if you ever taste success, just pray it’s from a tall glass
And I can see it with my eyes closed, now
Feeling like my life froze
I’m about to hit the ground
I sold my soul to the devil thats a crappy deal
Least it came with a few toys like a happy meal
This game you could never win
Cause they love you then they hate you then they love you again
Get away from me misery, Get away from me loneliness
Get away from me fake bitches, I can’t take the phoniness
Get away from me wack tracks, I can only make only hits
I’m an only child lost in the World
Where did the lonely kids, go when the bell rings
Its feeling like hell rings
Its bringing me back down, hes checking my background
Its ironic whats happening, imagine if I didn’t have the ends
I wouldnt have so many imaginary friends
I’m spaced out, dawg, I be on that Moon talk
Wonder if God ask Mike how to moonwalk
I swear to momma wish me and my father talk more
I stopped visiting around the time I was a sophmore
I guess everything I hate about me I see in him
And we ain’t finna change, so we won’t agree again
Till then I’ll be pouring out my soul
Just a few things I see with my eyes closed
And I can see it with my eyes closed, now
Feeling like my life froze
I’m about to hit the ground
See it with my eyes closed
See it with my eyes closed
See it with my eyes closed
See it with my eyes closed |
A noite está cada vez melhor
As minhas pernas já já vão dar um nó
O meu sangue já ferveu
A minha onda já bateu
Então então então sai, sai, sai da minha frente
Sai, sai, sai da minha frente
Hoje eu vou dar trabalho numa onda diferente
Hoje eu vou dar trabalho numa onda diferente
Então sai, sai, sai da minha frente
Sai, sai, sai da minha frente
Hoje eu vou dar trabalho numa onda diferente
Hoje eu vou dar trabalho numa onda diferente
Bateu!
Boom, boom, balançou, boom, boom
Bateu!
Boom, boom, balançou, boom, boom
Bateu, fudeu, bateu, fudeu
Bateu, fudeu, bateu, fudeu, bateu
Anitta, Anitta
So glad to meet ya!
Im big Snoop Dogg
And Ill be the feature
Born and Breed in the LBC
All about that DPG
Gin and juice, chronic weed
Cmon girl, put that thing on me
If I was you and you was me
Would you do what Im bout to do?
Hell yeah! Do it to em, uncle Snoop!
Take flight, make life
Look just like the video
You lookin so pretty, yo
Take me to your city, yo
Bring a bunch of girls, aint no need for no fellas
I paid them boys a visit when I slid through the favelas
Smoke it up, burn it up
Light it up, pour it up
Gs up, hoes down
Back it up, now turn it up
Então sai, sai, sai da minha frente
Sai, sai, sai da minha frente
Hoje eu vou dar trabalho numa onda diferente
Hoje eu vou dar trabalho numa onda diferente
Então sai, sai, sai da minha frente
Sai, sai, sai da minha frente
Hoje eu vou dar trabalho numa onda diferente
Hoje eu vou dar trabalho numa onda diferente
Bateu!
Boom, boom, balançou, boom, boom
Bateu!
Boom, boom, balançou, boom, boom
Bateu, fudeu, bateu, fudeu
Bateu, fudeu, bateu, fudeu, bateu
Caraca, tô loucona! |
Your boy boy b-b-boy b-b-boyfriend
Your boy boy b-b-boy b-b-boy
You need a boyfriend and I could be that
Holla at me, hit me on my video chat
And let me reach out to ya, and give you feedback
Its gon be us til the end so please believe that
Yeah, the world is ours and the skys the limit
And you could be my boo and everything that goes with it
I could lift you off your feet like a flight attendant
Imma send this car for ya, is you ridin in it?
Have you ever had the feeling your drawn to someone?
Yeah, and it isnt anything they could have said or done
And everyday I see you on your own
And I cant believe that your alone
But I overheard your girls and this is what they said
That your looking for a boyfriend
I see that, give me time you know Im gonna be that
Dont be scared to come, put your trust in me
Cant you see all I really wanna be is your boyfriend?
Cant fight that knock me down you know Im comin right back
I dont care at all what you done before all I really want is to be your
Your boy boy b-b-boy b-b-boyfriend
Your boy boy b-b-boy b-b-boyfriend
Your boy boy b-b-boy b-b-boyfriend
Your boy boy b-b-boy b-b-boyfriend
Let me take a little moment to find the right words
So when I kick it you it aint somethin that youve heard
I dont know what kind of guy that you prefer
But I know I gotta put myself forwards
See I think Ive got the kind of love that you deserve and I heard that
That your looking for a boyfriend
I see that, give me time you know Im gonna be that
Dont be scared to come, put your trust in me
Cant you see all I really wanna be is your boyfriend?
Cant fight that knock me down you know Im comin right back
I dont care at all what you done before all I really want is to be your
Your boy boy b-b-boy b-b-boyfriend
Your boy boy b-b-boy b-b-boyfriend
Your boy boy b-b-boy b-b-boyfriend
Your boy boy b-b-boy b-b-boyfriend
If you tell me where, Im waiting here
Everyday like Slumdog Millionaire
Bigger than the Twilight love affair
Ill be here, girl I swear
So is ya down to ride?
Or do I gotta slide?
I know you need a boyfriend and I could be the guy
Ill help ya open up, even if youre shy
She might be the one, I see it in her eyes
I see it in her swag, she be on the fly
Gucci bag, Chanel purse, I need her in my life
Im the one for her, and shes the one for I
This could be paradise if we do it right
That your looking for a boyfriend
I see that, give me time you know Im gonna be that
Dont be scared to come, put your trust in me
Cant you see all I really wanna be is your boyfriend?
Cant fight that knock me down you know Im comin right back
I dont care at all what you done before all I really want is to be your
Your boy boy b-b-boy b-b-boyfriend
Your boy boy b-b-boy b-b-boyfriend
Your boy boy b-b-boy b-b-boyfriend
Your boy boy b-b-boy b-b-boyfriend |
Yeah, say somethin, say somethin, say somethin
Say somethin, say somethin
Say somethin, say somethin, say somethin
Say somethin, say somethin, yeah
Say somethin, say somethin, say somethin
Say somethin, say somethin, yeah
Say somethin, say somethin, say somethin
Say somethin, say somethin
I am over here
Looking at you
You are over there
Watching me too
Both painting pictures of
Of how well kiss and ahh
So what we gon do?
Tell me why were standing here
The moments fresh and so sincere
You got my mind blown
And baby, Im ready to go
But uh...
If its worth your while
Say somethin, say somethin
If its worth your while
Say somethin good to me
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
If its worth your while
Do somethin good to me
Hot as you can stand it
Somethin like volcanic
You and me seems organic
Just like the stars and planets
Yeah, we are
So what you gon do?
Tell me why were still in here
Theres nothing for us to fear
I can tell it with my eyes closed
And baby, Im ready to go
But uh...
If its worth your while
Say somethin, say somethin
If its worth your while
Say somethin good to me
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
If its worth your while
Do somethin good to me
If its worth your while
Say somethin, say somethin
If its worth your while
Say somethin good to me, baby
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
If its worth your while
Do somethin good to me
Every time I fall though
Want me to speak on a word or two
Its the D O double G
And I do it, so lovely
Diggin this track by The Neptunes
Babygirl, follow me to the rest room
Now get buck wild
Shh... dont make a sound
Ill take you, lay you down
Make your body go round and round
Do you want to?
Dont say you wont, I know you do
Most girls play shy
It wont hurt until you give it a try
I know you like my smile, dig my style
Big bow wow
If its worth your while
Say somethin, say somethin
If its worth your while
Say somethin good to me
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
If its worth your while
Do somethin good to me
If its worth your while
Say somethin, say somethin
If its worth your while
Say somethin good to me
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
If its worth your while
Do somethin good to me
La da de de de |
Konvict, Konvict, Konvict
Konvict ... Muzik
And you know we up front
I see you winding and grinding up on that pole
I know you see me looking at you and you already know
I wanna fuck you, fuck you, you already know
I wanna fuck you, fuck you, you already know, girl
Money in the air as mo fell, grab you by your coat tail
Take you to the motel, ho sale, dont tell, wont tell
Baby said I dont talk , Dogg, but she told on me, oh well
Take a picture with me, what the flick gon do?
Baby, stick to me, and Imma stick on you
If you pick me then Imma pick on you
D-O-double G and Im here to put this dick on you
Im stuck on pussy and yours is right
Rip ridinin them poles and them doors is tight
And Imma get me a shot for the end of the night
Cause pussy is pussy and, baby, youre pussy for life
I see you winding and grinding up on that pole
I know you see me looking at you and you already know
I wanna fuck you, fuck you, you already know
I wanna fuck you, fuck you, you already know, girl
Shorty, I can see, you aint lonely
Handful of niggas and they all got cheese
So you looking at me now, whats it gonna be?
Just another tease far as I can see
Trying to get you up out this club
If it means spending a couple dubs
Throwing bout 30 stacks in the back
Make it rain like that cause Im far from a scrub
And you know my pedigree
Ex-dealer use to move phetamines
Girl, I spend money like it dont mean nothin
And besides, I got a thing for you
I see you winding and grinding up on that pole.
I know you see me looking at you and you already know.
I wanna fuck you , fuck you, you already know.
I wanna fuck you , fuck you, you already know, girl
Hey, te mentí con lo de hacernos jevos, con lo del viejo
Pero, mucho gusto, yo soy Tego
Tú te vas pa encima cuando caminas , tú eres mi budín de esquina
Así que no te hagas la bruta y ponte pa ésta ruta , que llegó Papá Machuca
Te veo mirando, sé lo que estás pensando y te noto bellaqueando
Por ti, yo cambiaría par de días hasta que deposite alguito en tu alcancía
Quiero ser tu papi, mami. Dame un break, bendito, que me tiene asfixiadito
Ok
I see you winding and grinding up on that pole
I know you see me looking at you and you already know.
I wanna fuck you, fuck you, you already know
I wanna fuck you, fuck you, you already know, girl
Mobbin through the club in low pressin
Im sittin in the back in the smoking section
Birds eye, I got a clear view
You cant see me, but I can see you
Its cool, we jet, the mood is set, your pussy is wet
Youre rubbin your back and touchin your neck
Your body is movin, ya humpin and jumpin
Your titties is bouncin
Youre smilin and grinin and lookin at me
Girl, and while your looking at me
Im ready to hit the Caddy right up on the patio
Move the patty to the Caddy
Baby, you got a fatty, the type I like to marry
Wanting to just give you everything
And thats kind of scary
‘Cause Im loving the way you shake your ass
Bouncing, got me tipping my glass
Normally dont get caught up too fast
But I got a thing for you
I see you winding and grinding up on that pole
I know you see me looking at you and you already know
I wanna fuck you, fuck you, you already know
I wanna fuck you, fuck you, you already know, girl
Ando pensando en pájaro preñado, enchulado, me tienes bien emburrado
En otra vida, te doy par de chamacos. En esta vine a romperte el trato
Na de pensiones, na de embarazos
Si quiere uno yo trato, oyó?
Mamita, yo trato. Tú tratas? Jaja
Yo quiero darte tabla , mi chula , you know
Yo quiero darte felpa, you already know, jaja!
Qué fue? |
These palm trees they sway
But each night and each day
Im California dreaming bout you
Ah yeah, got this world class view
But its you that I think about every time when my mind zoning
Its you that I think about every time that I get lonely
Its you that I call on my FaceTime when I need something real
When I work the night shift till late in the PM
Im California Dreamin
You, you, you
California Dreamin bout you
California Dreamin bout you
California Dreamin bout you
Ah yeah, not quite right sometimes, cause I...
Ive been feeling myself too much
Feeling myself too much
Oh Im missing you touch
Missing the way you say my name
Hate that Im away, you know Id stay
But I got these songs to cut
In the stu with an empty cup
Ive been sipping this drink too much
But God damn, Ive been working hard as fuck
And whats work without play in LA ?
Im California Dreamin
About you, you, you, you-you, you
One time I tell em Im California Dreamin, Dreamin Dreamin
One time I tell em Im California Dreamin, Dreamin Dreamin
Dreamin Bout You, you, you, you, you, you
One time I tell em
Im California Dreamin Dreamin, Dreamin
One time I tell em
Im California Dreamin Dreamin, Dreamin bout
California Dreamin, bout you
California Dreamin Dreamin, Dreamin bout
California Dreamin, bout you
Don’t wake me up
Just bake cake me up
And get a whiff of these tasty buds
In HD cuz
I’m thinking bout safes and hugs
I Chase the love
Cheese please, palm trees, breeze
Ease your mind and put cream on it
Lay back relax, now dream on it
What you think, you wanna drink
You want the sea on the shore, make you walk the plank
Skydive, overview
California what a point of view
The weather, whatever endure, your endeavour
If you ride with me baby we can do this forever
In a day, yes sir, ain’t no other way
This is Californ-I-A
Yeah, yeah, dream on dream on
One time I tell em Im California Dreamin, Dreamin Dreamin
California Dreamin bout you
California Dreamin, Dreamin
California Dreamin bout you
About you, you, you, you-you, you
California Dreamin bout you |
Youre awake
When lightening strikes you know
Youre awake
It definitely starts glowing
All the girls thats in this room
Get up close, youll feel so much better
It feels so good to know
Youre awake
With the G come to the light
Put your hands together and close your eyes
Smell the aroma, visualize
Do not try to get higher than me
Why stop it there? Get high as can be
Its time to spark up some ideas from theory and
Feel the blaze
Whos the number one
Feel the awake
Youre awake
When lightening strikes you know
Youre awake
It definitely starts glowing
All the girls thats in this room
Get up close, youll feel so much better
It feels so good to know
Youre awake
With the G come to the light
My name is Snoop Dogg, not to complain
I gets my groove on, I do my thing
My planets Krypton, home of the freaks
Come get your moon rocks, I am a G
Its time to spark up some ideas from theory and
Feel the blaze
Whos the number one
Feel the awake
Youre awake
When lightening strikes you know
Youre awake
It definitely starts glowing
All the girls thats in this room
Get up close, youll feel so much better
It feels so good to know
Youre awake
With the G come to the light
Its time to spark up some ideas from theory and
Feel the blaze
Whos the number one
Feel the awake
Youre awake
When lightening strikes you know
Youre awake
It definitely starts glowing
All the girls thats in this room
Get up close, youll feel so much better
It feels so good to know
Youre awake
With the G come to the light |
Thats why I called my thing The Marathon
Because I, Im not gon lie and portray, um, this ultimate poise
Like I been had it figured out
Nah, I just didnt quit
Thats the only distinguishing quality
From me and probably whoever else is goin through this
Or went through this, or is gonna go through this
Is that I aint quit
I went through every emotion
I went through every emotion with tryna pursue what Im doing
You know what I mean?
And I think that what, whats gon separate whoevers gon try to go for something is that you aint gon quit
Thats, you know, you really gon take the stance of Im gon die behind what Im gettin at right now
You are now listening to AraabMUZIK
Your voice keep playin in my head
Dont wanna believe you dead, no way that no nigga killed you
I know thats not what I read, God damn, Nip
We was both rollin, but you was really my man, Nip
You made me proud to tell the whole world Im a damn Crip
This marathon gon continue, nigga, I cant quit
This marathon gon continue, nigga, I cant quit
This marathon gon continue, nigga, I cant quit
I can still hear you screamin neighborhood
Dirt Gang when you would see me, why they hate on cuz?
I just sent you a song, was waitin on your verse
We was doin a tape together, they aint know your worth
Nobody told me after Freaky died its gon get worse
They aint understand your vision
You spoke for them nights I was hungry, we shakin prison
But they just hate you did it
I asked you how to start a clothing line, you had me out on Slauson
Blue Laces was my shit, the blueprint to bein bosses
You created that
Remember when you played that beat for Clarity?
You gave out so much free game that shit was charity
You was at my birthday, my mama asked me about you
She used to ask what my shirt say, Ma, this is Crenshaw
Im supportin my brother, reminding me of myself
Motivated me from the gutter, invited me to your videos
I was smokin Marathon OG with you
Every time I touched down in LA I wanted to meet with you
Me and Reg smokin flight right in the parkin lot
Fatts had me in the store puttin me a pack together
Ima listen to your raps forever
On the real, fuck how they feel, Victory Lap was better
South Central aint never gon feel the same
You got me scared cuz, it aint too many of us left
Go get that bread cuz, thats what you said before you left
We used to joke how we aint nothin like these rap niggas
Told me stay dangerous dont let em see you react nigga
I called your phone cryin laughin when you slapped that nigga
You just told me, Congrats, East, I head you actin, nigga
They killin kings I no longer wanna chat with niggas
If I could ask God for something just give me back my niggas
If I could ask God for something just give me back my niggas
Neighborhood
Damn, Nip
Its amazing, homie
Since youve been gone, you wouldnt believe all the shit thats going on
I drove through your neighborhood the other day
And I seen some Eight Tray Gangstas, some Hoovers, some Bounty Hunters
I seen brothers from everywhere, man
Showin love, all in your memory
Man, your legacy will live on
Your legacy will live on, nephew
The Marathon Continues
Nipsey Hussle the leader, the father, the brother, the teacher, the king, the God
Live on
Neighborhood
Live on, live on
If I could ask God for something just give me back my niggas
Survival |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Im finna up in the corner in my lowrider, dogg. Ya heard me?
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Yeah, its still a G thang
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Its time for all the lowriders out there
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Yeah, all the dippers you like to get ya dip on
Hit a switch or two, bang a corna sittin on threes
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Yeah, right trip
Its like 4 & to the 5 & to the 6 & to the 7
I once was told that all doggs go to Heaven
Well how ya been where ya been & what it look like?
My game trump tight especially when it bump like
Four DPGs gettin crazy
And No Limit is the label that pays me!
Ridin round town layin game down like Goldie
And I remember what my momma showed me
Told me game recognize game
& stay true to what ya do & dont be ashamed
I got all my game from her sometimes I have to wonder
How I keep from goin under Im a cold muthafucka
I fall to my knees & thank God before I do my thang
I dont know why, I love to gangbang
See life aint nuthin but a twist anyway bitch anyway
You can say what you wanna say
Just dont get in my way cause Im a mean old
Fiend know C know & P know see loc
We make music for the thugs and the bangers
And the bitches. Fuck you R&B singers
She want a nigga with his khakis hangin real low
In a black rag Sixty-four hmm
Rollin down the street lookin way clean
Bangin that real shit nigga like Al Green
Im headed straight to the LB
Forget it thats what they tell me
Sell me everythang except some bullshit
And when its time for the gunfight nigga pull quick
Cause aint nothin butter but us
And nigga youll get wet up for fuckin with my cheddar
Its cold outside nigga grab ya sweater
And that bad bitch you fuckin with
Nigga she get ya set up
Boy you done put all ya trust in that ho
Didnt ya see what happened to the President niggaro
Livin in a tight house big as the White House
You fucked around & stuck ya dick
In that white bitch mouth
What you talkin bout? Fool Im dirty like the South
And to be real I feel thats how Im comin out
Back on the ho stroll highway pimp patrol
Put ya cuffs on ya girl nigga let her off parole
Man nigga way cold with his game
Whats his muthafuckin name? Who me?
Im the capital S I dont fuck with stress
N double O-P D-O muthafuckin double G
Coldest entertainer gangbanger since Alphonse Capone
Count money like Basie police try to chase me
Niggas try to replace me but you cant
Im ridin in a tank Im blowin hella dank
So whether ridin in ya lo-lo or smokin on some doe doe
Spread the word and take the fo door
The Last Don done hooked up with the muthafuckin
King of the coast with the most heres a toast
And Snoop Dogg is the representer
Through the niggas & Gs through the LBCs
And the Calio projects Brooklyn to Queens
Chi-town woe now the Dogg Pound in the house
Everytime we touch down right next to my hometown
D-town Eastside St. Louie
Spokane get ya money man tic-tock
Little Rock right next to Houston, Texas
Home of Rap-A-Lot we like to jack a lot
Gimme what ya got let me get that up out ya nigga
I got ya somethin for the summertime while its hot
And got the bitches posted up in the parkin lot
And guess what she want the
Nigga with the biggest nuts
A nigga who dont give a fuck
Ya see niggas like me all we see is
Money, power moves, and a bitch a week
And last but not least my nigga D-O-C
Much love from the N.O. my nigga Feel me?
And my little cousin D-A-Z forever nigga
This DPGC and oh yeah Dr. D-R-E
You know where Im at nigga holla at me
Get at me holla at me nigga holla at a dogg thats real
Yall niggas know whats happenin
Its still a thang
Its still a G thang
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin in my blue Impala
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin in my blue Impala
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin in my blue Impala
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin in my blue Impala
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin in my blue Impala
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin in my blue Impala
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin in my blue Impala
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin in my blue Impala |
Gunshots
Black folks cant never have no fun!
These streets be-
Walking down the avenue
Crazy!
From Hollywood to South Central
These streets be-
Crazy!
Long Beach to Compton
Always up to no good
Craaaa-Crazy!
Always up to no good
Van Nuys to Santa Ana, crazy
Crazy!
Have a look outside and take a stroll with me
California lifestyle, you wanna roll with me?
I could take you in and out and where its gonna be
Now as crazy as it is, you know this home for me
I wouldnt never leave it, you know thats wrong to me
Ima stay down, you see me on the corners, G
At your local liquor store, gettin some Optimos
And if Im out of bounds then I gotta cock the fo
Keep it on the low on the W-W-W-West coast
Sign some autographs and then I do get ghost
A-humph.. yeah, I love my folks
But half of yall fools is cutthroats
On the real know the streetsll have you
Guide you, lead you, mislead you, its fragile
Yeah, see you gradually grow
And when you walkin on my side I think you all need to know...
These streets be-
Walking down the avenue
Crazy!
From Hollywood to South Central
These streets be-
Crazy!
Long Beach to Compton
Always up to no good
Craaa-Crazy!
Always up to no good
Van Nuys to Santa Ana, crazy
Crazy!
On the 110 freeway flow, back to the block
In the seven deuce Coupe, hoppin hippin the hop
Sippin on some Hen with my nephew Infrared
Young pimp on the grind tryna line up some head
Had fun, did, done, on the West we run
Dont matter where you from, if you old or young
Seesaw we raw like ooh-la-la
Fuck the law, we dont get caught, we just do-da-da
Yeah nigga we shakin the cops
You niggas out there just be makin it hot
But dont trip if you fakin a lot
Ill break you, shake you, and take yo spot
Cause if you think that you gon slip through California
Without gettin banged on.. brother youre wrong
I really love my dawg, grew up together and all but he
Hell yeah I love, knew yall
Thats why I married the broad, but shes...
We cant hang no more cause Im a balla yall and he
Let me tell you about these streeeets
These streets be...
Walking down the avenue
Crazy!
From Hollywood to South Central
These streets be...
Crazy!
Long Beach to Compton
Craaa-
Crazy!
Always up to no good
Van Nuys to Santa Ana, crazy
Crazy!
Fredwreck you a fool for that beat, man
Check it out yall its Julio G, Westside radio
You got your ears tuned to Tha Blue Carpet Treatment
A todos los latinos los voy a llevar a la Playa Larga
Y voy a deja que Snoop les diga lo que le pasó
Ayy Snoop, tell em whats up, vato |
Why Im not voting for Romney
1. He a white nigga
2. This muthafuckas name is Mitt
3. Bitch got a dancing horse
4. He a ho
5. He looks like he says nigga all the time
6. This muthafuckas name is Mitt
7. He always interrupts and talks over people like hes better than them. Bitch I will beat the shit out of you
8. Hes a Mormon but he aint got no hoes
9. He reminds me of every boss I ever hated
10. This muthafuckas name is Mitt
Why Im voting for Obama
1. He a black nigga
2. He mad cool yo
3. That nigga look like he can fight
4. He wears a doo-rag like me
5. Michelle got a fat ass
6. Hes BFFs with Jay-Z
7. Hes hugged Beyonce before and sniffed her neck
8. We use the same hair clippers
9. He smokes Newports
10. I seen that nigga hoop before and he got a jumper |
Yeah ah ha
You know what it is
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Yeah ah ha, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah ah ha, screaming thats nothin
When I pull out the lot, thats stuntin
I rep my town, when you see me me you know everything
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, Im in
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
Swish, twenty-four, thats Black Mamba
Snoop Dogg, he’s a dope rhymer
Collaborate with the Golden State
In a yellow six deuce with the purple plates
I dip and dodge
I hit three and roll
Fish and chips
Bounce pass down to Pau Gasol
We dont give a damn about the big three
LA Lake show we bout to three-peat
And you can bet, thats on the set
Ron Artest about to get wet
Im on the flo’ and thats a fact
Sittin’ next to uncle Jack blazin’ up the purple sack
Louboutin don
Purple twenty-fours, yellow Lambo Im ridin’
Top blew the guts doors goin’ suicide
Stuff in the wood, niggas know we gon kill that
Blow it in the air boy, know they gon feel that
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Watch me ball like you sittin’ where Phil at
Ten car caravan Aston Martin’s and all them hood whips
Them Cutlass’s them Cadillacs’s that leather be grippin’ them wood tips
I was born up in The Wood
Claim Compton bet you aint know that
Pops taught me how to get low in the floor clap
Went from a boy to a king
Any block I five five four that
Nigga better know that
Boy they playin’
Sawed off shotty
What they sayin’
Nothin to a boss
I put two holes in that LaCoste
I come through fuckin niggas off
Hop in that truck and get lost
You playin with a king not Gretzky
Even if you let me
Keep your girl wetter than Game on a jet ski
Ooo cool, who say he smoother than a baby’s ass
Pops was a dope boy we still spendin 80′s cash
Look on that Mercedes dash, boy you know what it is
Blowin on a scarecrow on my way to see the Wiz
Ridin’ down Rosecrans, Compton, California
Turn on the wrong street they might bang on ya
Home of the Lakers baby, yea you know its purp and yellow
Take a hit of what I got
I bet it have you seein doubles
But I’m an angel though
And your girls a pigeon
Its money over everything
Girl you know the vision
Never been a mark if you with it we can cut your fade
Brought out fifty
Blew up the city, young Saddam Hussein
Pusha Ink the label baby
Everything else is fuckin boring
I’m at Roscoes eatin with some chicks who foreign
I took your girlfriend from your boy, you’s a mark
My white Beamer do the Wiz Khalifa, push to start |
This is the G-Mix
Flatbush Zombies, Big Snoop Dogg
Palm Trees
Yeah, still I palm trees in the calm breeze
Pardon me, Dogg, Meech
Only get my D if she sing R&B
My lyrics send shivers, no way you cant feel this
Got quadriplegics tappin they feet, snappin they fingers
My team gets higher than the voice of Weeknd
My chronic louder than what preachers and deacons be speaking
Infinity stoned
My neck and teeth lit, glow like a beacon
Im rollin reefer
She fronto leafin, you know Im chiefin
Picture Meech not rollin up
Thats like Magic Johnson donatin blood
Picture Meech not rollin up
Thats like Magic Johnson donatin blood
She loves them rappers but only niggas like me
I love them bitches
I only eat that pussy if shes spiritual
Something in your blouse got me feelin so aroused
Hittin blunts til Im knocking out
Wet Meowth for that cotton mouth
So much grams, yall blew my high the first time so I had to do it again
But still palm trees
So when you throw shade, nigga never harm me
It be Zombie Gang and the D-O-double G
Every day, me and Mary Jane
If you aint talking terps well homie what you say
I be swimmin in the clouds, so high I cant come down
With D-O-double G, A-R-C, and Meechie
Yeah so much grams, vacuum sealer in the hotel
So much ass I had to hit it in the hotel
Till 6 in the morn like that R. Kelly song
Probably fucked your baby momma green with my ice on
See Im on some new shit
They stole my swag, they can have it
But Im on some magic shit
Jordan at the garden lit
Brooklyn made me this, Bronx Tale, Im on some sunny shit
Flatbush screaming till I die, still they hate on the messiah
Medicate Im on some other shit, my weed is just too fire
Flossin just because I wanna, I can see that you despise
So Im grindin everyday tryna be the top five
And its still palm trees everybody, lets get high
So much grams—yall blew my high the first time so I had to do it again
But, still palm trees
So when you throw shade, nigga, never harm me
It means Zombie Gang and the D-O-double-G
They still hating the genius
Zombies been taking over
This time we recruit the G-est
Im known to smoke one up until we approach the zenith
If its OG I steam it
Only promote the cleanest and the passenger too
Then I pass it to Snoop
Wrap away is too is to match it and
If you master this rule, lighters next time we in the cypher
Ill pass it to you
Passions for that in school
Smoking good like 222
Dont we say they shoot at you
Shout at my niggas, who were shadier in the views
Im certified with the smoke, inhaling the dope fumes
Smellin pack
Got offended like a groupie though
Listen to me, this the killer thatll make you lose it though
in Cali, N.Y
Baby, baby, dont cry
Aint no place we cant smoke
This is the G-Mix baby
We out in Cali, N.Y
Baby, baby, dont cry
Aint no place we cant smoke it, right, Snoop?
Worldwide
So much grams—yall blew my high the first time so I had to do it again
But, still palm trees
So when you throw shade, nigga, never harm me
It be Zombie Gang and the D-O-double-G
Recognize game when its in your face
One thing about me and these trees
We have an unbreakable bond
Were connected from the roots to the seeds, to the leaves, to the trees
Feel me, please
We plan to disperse to the earth
What is it worth
Whether youre last, whether youre first
From the date of your birth
We smoke trees cause trees was delivered from the earth
Dig that
See a lot of yall dont know
So said Snoop Dogg
Flatbush Zombies
Blaze one for the nation |
La-la-la-la-la-laaa, la-la-la-la-laaa
La-la-la-la-la-laaa, la-la-la-la-laaa
Far and wide, high and low
Close your eyes, we up in smoke
Swim the sky, here we go
Round and round , the reefer blows
Far and wide , high and low
Close your eyes , we up in smoke
Swim the sky, here we go
Round and round, the reefer blows
As it travels through your lungs back out, I see it swirl
Now youre feeling Im without a care in the world
But thats what happens when you come see the doctor
I dont care what the feds say, fucking cockblockers
I live in reefer land, I grow a little reefer and you wanna get high?
Ill make you fly like Peter Pan
On cloud nine no one but the reefer can
Im the reefer king of Cali known as Reefer Man
I recommend you dont tell a friend, they will buy it out
Then they never leave you nothing in the end
I could never grow enough, so people want my secret
But you dont get to peep it, youre in danger if you seek it
Far and wide, high and low
Close your eyes, we up in smoke
Swim the sky, here we go
Round and round , the reefer blows
I have so many different strains to choose
I break em down in samples
Make sure you get the one you want and know what you can handle
Got the indo and sativa , gonna make you a believer
Yeah my brand is off the meter and the flavor so much sweeter
You wanna blow some trees, you wanna smoke some real shit?
Put it in the paper, roll it with the Phuncky Feel Tip
Then put it in the air, smoke rises till the heavens ash
Falls to the ground, cash, doubles up in seconds
OG Kush from Cali from the Valley to the Playground
People on the street wanna call this one the lay-down
The hydros so heavy like a 57 Chevy
Heavy, feeling ready for a steady dose as the reefer blows
Far and wide, high and low
Close your eyes, we up in smoke
Swim the sky , here we go
Round and round , the reefer blows
Far and wide , high and low
Close your eyes , we up in smoke
Swim the sky, here we go
Round and round, the reefer blows |
Smoking a fat sack, right here on the station that plays
Only platinum hits, W Ballz
My dicks in your ear, caller you wanna say what?
Hello? Hello? Caller?
Oh the hell with it
This is something new for the underground
In the L.B... See you when I get back
Dedicated to the East Side, Two One Street
My favorite and your favorite
Snoop Froggy Dogg and somebody new Tha Dogg Pound
Check it out right here on the station that plays only platinum hits
187.4 on your FM dial
We be taking caller number 21 for those Janet Jackson tickets
So call in, 310-D.A.P.O.U.N.D
Thats 310-P.O.U.N.D. bitch
Thats Da Pound
Hear ye, hear ye, come one come all
Its the first annual G-nic and all my Doggs
Are invited, so go on and light it
Cause its the first time in a long time
Reminiscing about the Fresh Fest back in 85
When the dubs and the San Diegs used to hoo ride
On motherfuckers like it was the thing to do
Eighty-five, eighty-fo, eight-three, and year eighty-two
You know what the fuck Im talking about
After party on the lake at the big homies house
And bet nobody bring a motherfucking gun
Cause everybody in the houses from two-one...
Twenty-first street, burst street, where it all started
And you know East Side, Long Beach, the hardest
Niggas coming realer than The Real McCoy
So step with your rap and we bring the noise
Its the gang of fly bitches, homiez on the switches
Dice in the back if ya wanna get your riches
No snitches allowed inside the crowd
Cause this is the G thang, East Side L.B.C. brang
Finna have some fun represent two-one
And bet nobody bring a mothafucking gun and a...
Yeah, King Park was the location
And to be a G, that was my destination
lookin up to niggas coming up before me
And L.B.C. into my East Side homies.....
Nobody can see you, but you
Nobody can see you, but you
Nobody can see you, but you
Nobody can see you, but you
Tatataratatatara...
If ya bring a strap, then ya have to trip
We got meat to eat,
And chronic we can smoke on,
Strolling through the Park one day
Puffing on a fat ass J, with my homie named Tray
Deee tryin to see if we could put this LBC thing
Back together like it was supposed to see
Cause ya know Im down with ya, to make em get the picture
And if I have to sit ya, down then I spit ya
Game from the heart, I came from the start
See I was regulating, when Cragars was the Daytons
Nigga let me interact with my black croaker sacks
And a gray golf hat tilted to the back
Ditchin Sunday school to get a pack of Now and Laters
While Im rolling with the Steelers and killin with the raiders
And when we bang with the Saints then we aint no joke
Come around from outta bounds and we goes for broke
Now were breaking em up , shaking em up
And just for a second were waking em up
Giving up game on this tight ass beat
With a small dedication, to two-one street |
You dont want to see me cause Im a Westside hustler
And Im through with you busters, so...
Give me my snaps cause you owes me, hoes
Khakis, Pendletons, and Romeos, nigga
West Coast Rat Pack
88 real niggas, all black
All back in your ass again
And you goddamn right we gon win
Ren makin niggas run and duck
Hands on my balls, with the Doc not givin a fuck
We bad luck, here a dick to suck
Your hoe can taste it
With the Villain DNA when she ready to chase it
Im on another level than yall
Niggas dressed up like they Pope John Paul
Its that new motherfuckin formula, yall
Fuck the dress code, nigga, come and smash the walls
Posted up, hoes choked up
Dick too big, bout to tear they throat up
Ren give a fuck, you askin to get cut
Comp-town started this shit
So nigga, what? We all fucked up
But yall lucked up; nigga brown nosin
Drop this nigga shit, had a whole flame frozen
Whole game dozin, in it for somethin
While yall bitches yall in it for nothin
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There is nothing wrong
Its a must I get my hands on some dead presidents
Cant be hesitant cause the game goes on
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There is nothing wrong
Its a must I get my hands on some dead presidents
Cant be hesitant cause the game goes on
To fuck with Ice Cube
You gotta shit talk, big talk, Crip walk
Bang hard, run yards, flip cars
Cause you fuckin with millionaires, big stars
Only clockin a grip will make our dicks hard
I come through when I handle my business
Like a goddamn menace
Niggas think I eat spinach
Cause you need a dentist whenever I finish
Its the Grin-ich, with a gang of Lieutenants
WESTSIDE!
Connec-tion is the campaign
Niggas tryin to run shit, pull a hamstring
Imma do the damn thang, baby, do the damn thang
DANCE!
Ass bustin out them pants
I cant stand it, ram it like the Animal Planet
The kinda nigga thatd take Janet for granted
Ice Cube got that shit that you grew up on
Blew up on, got a lawsuit at home
Its a shark in the swimming pool
Bad news comin through on them 22s
And Im huntin you out, little kids got to run in the house
Im dirty like the South, with a gun in your mouth
Click click
Nigga bang bang for that blang blang
Nigga get about as insane as Saddam Hussein
Give a fuck if he got him a gang, he outta my range
Give her shit stains when I get brains, nigga
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There is nothing wrong
Its a must I get my hands on some dead presidents
Cant be hesitant cause the game goes on
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There is nothing wrong
Its a must I get my hands on some dead presidents
Cant be hesitant cause the game goes on
There it is, all right
There it is my niggas
We goin back to the beginnin of it
For real
But even in the midst of this old school shit
Our young gangstas still bring the pain
Doggy Dogg break them off somethin
Easily I approach
The microphone with a pocket full of dough
The king of the Coast
Im rockin the boat
Strokin your folks
And locin with locs
Baby boy got smoked
Nigga what up, nigga what up
I need cheese, paper, bread, and butter
Nut up and cut up the beef
I got a 44 piece thatll shut up the {gun shot}
My niggas gonna floss to this
My Criped out homeboys gon walk to this
Creep to the spizzot, and stash my knizzot
Then call the Dizzoc, you know we got it lizzocked
Pop right back on your monkey ass
Then cock the Glock back on your funky ass
Been a long time, I shouldnt have left you
Lets get loot like Snoop, nephew
Six Deuce
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There is nothing wrong
Its a must I get my hands on some dead presidents
Cant be hesitant cause the game goes on
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There is nothing wrong
Its a must I get my hands on some dead presidents
Cant be hesitant cause the game goes on
Here we go
Some of this millennium shit from the D.O.C., nigga
And as long as Im fuckin around with niggas like Ice Cube
Ren the motherfuckin villain, Snoop Dogg
Dre the motherfuckin doctor
Baby number one stunna, nigga
Jazze Pha, Nate Dogg and the kingpin, X to the motherfuckin Z
Six2, my motherfuckin Silverback Family, motherfuckers
So as long as I keep makin these records, this is what you gon get
The Shit, take that mother {gun shot} |
Fa shizzle dizzle, its the big Neptizzle
With the Snoopy D-O-Double Gizzle!
...
C-walk to this
Hehe, yeah, C-walk to this
A-ha-ha! C-walk to this
Bam! Boom! Whatchu gon do cuz?
Guess who rollin in, with them baby blue Chucks?
And Ive still got my khakis creased
Im still locn on these beats and keep a bad bitch on the streets
Its the S-N-double-O-Pn
Biggest dogg of em all, and youse a flean
And since I got time to drop it for you I guess I must
And give it to you motherfuckers like Busta-Bust
I keep the heat on deck, but in God we trust
And cant none of yall fuck with us
But you can run up on the G but thats not thinkin wisely
These thrillers are Contagious, just like Ron Isley
What the hell is goin on? Someones sleepin in my home
Snoop to the D-O-Double G
Get in where you fit in, follow me
Whos the man with that dance?
Who keep the khakis for all his pants?
Keep the low-low in a three-wheel stance
Still got the Gin and Juice in hand
I do it for the Gs and I do it for the hustlers
Here to annihilate you mark-ass busters
Eff the police cause all they wanna do is cuff us
The world is fuckin chilly as if his name was Usher
But Im still ridin them llacs, makin them G stacks
And got them cornrows to the back
I aint really tryin to be picky
But if you give me somethin, its got to be the sticky
Green by the ounces, low-lows bouncin
Sandy Fay and Annie Mae kissin on my couch and
Ooh to the ouch and, Moet fountain
Thats how we get down at the Doggy Dogg Housen
This year we aint fuck with thousands
We clean with millions that get fly as a falcon
Pull up to the Doggy Dogg palace
With a car fulla bitches cookin grits like Alice
Three 14 inch rims is running on the side
Yeah they running on the side!
Three 14 inch rims is running on the side
Yeah they runnin on the side!
Three 14 inch rims is running on the side
Yeah they runnin on the side!
Three 14 inch rims is running on the side
Yeah they running on the side!
Take two and pass it, it will not burn you
From the Long Beach Chronicles to the Wall Street Journal
They all know the G with the Cutlass Coupe
Ask Bill Gates, Yeah I know the homie Snoop
Yeah, Im straight locn, hangin wit my folk and
Follow Rakim cause I Aint No Joke and
Cuz, I done seen so much
Enough to have your feelings touched
When the gunshots ratta, all your boys scatter
Check up on your homies but they gave ya bad data
Make a nigga stop BREATHIN, have his soul relievin
And now you niggas believe in
What I say cause what I say is so real
Homie you dont wanna see the steel!
You dont wanna catch a body, you came here to party
Now thats what you should do, now wheres my baby boo?
Yeah, no introduction, is needed
But for those who STILL, refuse to accept
The reading on the wall, for the new Mack-allenium
This is the Archbishop Don Magic Juan
Chairman of the Board, of famous players EVERYWHERE
And Im puttin it down with Big Snoop Dogg, the legend
The King Player, my friend, yo friend
The L.B.C. SAVIOR!
Also known, in this new Mack-allenium, as DA BOSS |
Yeah, yeah
Hurry, hurry, write your number on the napkin right now
And if you feel it let me hear you say oh, cause I gotta go
Somethings burning, you see the party people rocking side to side
And if you feel it let me hear you say oh, cause I gotta know
Shes DTF cause shes down to feel
That aromatic, now unlock it baby this is for real
Are you a freak, or what?
Im just a squirrel tryna get a nut
You crack me up
Are you a freak? So am I
So could we see eye to eye?
You must let go of that mind control thats coming out your television and radio
You must escape escape from here
Get intelligent when you hit that shit and let it go
Far from here, let it go
Let it go
Shes DTF cause shes down to feel
That aromatic, now unlock it baby this is for real
Are you a freak, or what?
Im just a squirrel tryna get a nut
You crack me up
Are you a freak? So am I
So could we see eye to eye?
You try to survive, youre under pressure cause youre running outta time
But this is not a chance you wanna blow, cause we gotta go
The deal is murder, you think long, youve been wrong, get it out your mind
Make you move when you hear them screaming oh, cause I gotta go
Shes DTF cause shes down to feel
That aromatic, now unlock it baby this is for real
Are you a freak, or what?
Im just a squirrel tryna get a nut
You crack me up
Are you a freak? So am I
So could we see eye to eye?
Why dont you sway, sway side to side?
Dip, dip, glide and glide
Sway, sway side to side
Dip, dip, do it one more time
Why dont you sway, sway side to side?
Dip, dip, glide and glide
Sway, sway side to side
Dip, dip, baby let that ride |
We trippin, man
Who? Who? Who?
Who the neighbors?
My mansion sit on forty acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
My mansion sit on forty acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
Big cribs, lot of cars, enormonous prices
I ain’t gonna tell you what I spent.. but my blood might
Get money, get pussy, smoking weed forever
Rub that money in my palms cause it breathes better
Whole real estate, came with a lot of zeroes
“How you do that, man?” Sold to a lot of people
Over thirty million sold, that’s a lot of people
Now I got a big crib that fit a lot of people
My mansion sit on forty acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
My mansion sit on forty acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
Big long Cadillac, 4s on them thangy-thangs
Karma hole with the marble floor, inscribed is my family name
Pitbulls, swimming pools
Fly you out on my private plane
Fly you back below my sack
And get a new batch thatll do the same
Ah, man, cold game, front row seats at the Laker game
Kobe Bryant, thats my nigga
Juicy J, blaze, my nigga
We up in here, we aint gonna stop
A hundred niggas that did move your plot
A hundred more rich niggas back on the flight now
When will this shit ever stop? Never
The bigger the money, the bigger the bang
The bigger the trigger, the bigger the bang
Listen for shake up for shame
Listen, my niggas, that this is my thing
Dog house, laid out on forty acres waiting
Kobe Bryant, thats my neighbor
Yeah, thats paper
My mansion sit on forty acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
My mansion sit on forty acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
Straight from the projects now
I drive Maseratis
The live of a mob, nigga
I think Im John Gotti
Bank statement proof, I buy what I choose
I take forty racks and throw it out and Im cool
Got only thirsty bitches, think Im gonna pay em
This dick, you can, but money, you gets nothin
No need for wristbands, owner know who I am
Ten bottles of Rose, two models in both hands
My mansion sit on forty acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
My mansion sit on forty acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now thats paper |
30, you a fool for this one, Cheeze
Gu-Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks
This a big watch, diamonds drippin off of the clock
Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin the top
Give it to that pussy ass, turn the shit up a notch
Gucci flip flops , make it kick rocks
This a big clock, check the wristwatch
Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks
This a big watch, diamonds drippin off of the clock
If a nigga snatch your chain, then he aint down with yo feature, bruh
If she let the whole gang hit, then she a eater, bruh
She yo lady, she aint got a bag, then what you teaching her?
No, you aint goin up and let it rip then what you reaching for?
Bust it open, aint like what I smell, this aint no Captain Ds
You a Whopper Jr., Im a Whopper, I got extra cheese
Grass it got my eye-lids low, look like Im Japanese
Wah, wah, wah, like Lil Baby, bitch, yes indeed
He never call about it, he just troll it again
Wanna see the snakes in your yard, you better mow it again
Aye, Christian Louboutin got my whole shoe bloody
Aye, went to H-town got my whole cup muddy
Aye, I got a bag I cant snooze, bitch, I got the tool on me
Im from the south, I hit the gas, rrr, that is the doors on it
If ya house nasty, I dont wanna poke, thats just the rule, mommy
Hit her in some Gucci flip flops, you cant lose, homie
Gu-Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks
This a big watch, diamonds drippin off of the clock
Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin the top
Give it to that pussy ass, turn the shit up a notch
Gucci flip flops , make it kick rocks
This a big clock, check the wristwatch
Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks
This a big watch, diamonds drippin off of the clock
I only smoke when I drink, got silk, rock mink to the floor
And everything I get is on the ho
Got cars, got homes with pools and saunas
Lake with piranhas and some blue iguanas
Got cops on my tail, call Shamiqa and Darnell
Bad, bad, bad to the bone is what these bitches is
Text bad, 187 thats what the business is
Get away, smooth on the slide
Now Im in the 305, Im getting high, ride
So I hit up Plies, we the big macs
Munching on these small fries
Gangster shit, straight hip-hop
Fu-Fuckin your bitch in Gucci flip flops
Big Snoop Dogg, Im hard to deal with
Rest in peace triple X, thats on some real shit
Yeah, thats on some real shit
Gu-Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks
This a big watch, diamonds drippin off of the clock
Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin the top
Give it to that pussy ass, turn the shit up a notch
Gucci flip flops , make it kick rocks
This a big clock, check the wristwatch
Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks
This a big watch, diamonds drippin off of the clock |
Yeah
Huh, huh
Yeah
Fo sho, fo sho, you know that...
Knowhatimsayin, tired of takin motherfuckin bullets for niggas and shit
Knowhatimsayin?
I feel you my nigga
Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that
Im diggin it
Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up
Knowhatimsayin?
Yeah, MC Conditioner, yeah, knowhatimsayin?
Tired of takin motherfucking bullets for niggas and shit Catchin
45s, being chased by the government, shit like that
Im diggin it
Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up
Knowhatimsayin ?
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boys a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boys a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boys a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boys a amateur
Yeah, yeah
Wu-Tang Clan
Big Snoop D O double G
Somethin for the 2000
Your mama name Peter, papa name Cita
Fuck that nigga, when it come to the heater
Be the elevator, pussy eater
Too desperator, got shot, a hibernator
Hit a nigga later, he got to vacate em
Old Dirty corporata, splash, Im up on the punanny flash
Bad gas, Macintosh, the light is red
Pee in the bed, Im frustrated
For 29 years, no educated
High caded, cuz you kept it checkmated
What a waste, Im up in yo face like what
All you niggas Im puttin you in your place
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boys a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boys a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boys a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boys a amateur
Mr. No-Meaner, pussy ho-beater
I keep fo heaters when Im dippin with my vita
Suckers they wanna beat us, join us but we dont need em
Pump em and defeat em, dump em, and delete em
This negro right here pimps hoes
I smoke so much dope I have ya bloody at the nose
Since my buddy at these hoes wit a bud like a rose
It just so happens Im the nigga that she chose
I flows above the rest, mos def
Got you shakin yo ass, and you throwin up yo set
Whatever you do, you keepin it true
Big Dogg and ODB, I thought you knew
Oooh, the Wu, is back up in this motherfucker
Oooh, and Snoop, is burnin rubber on these suckers
Its a dog day afternoon
The Clan go bang, and the bang go boom
How you love it, how you like it, and how you get it
Do that damn thing and quit buillshittin wit it
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy is a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boys a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boys a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boys a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boys a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boys a amateur
Yeah, pump that shit, testin
Check, 1,2, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes yall, to my niggas yall
To my click yall, you cant quit yall
Wu-Tang bangin that dope shit yall
That make you wanna roll up and smoke shit yall
To the beat yall, you cant sleep yall
On my flow yall niggas dont know yall
You see my style calm but wild
You witness the rhyme, nothin but dimes
The eightball murder verse, freestyle or rehearsed
I wreck emcees whether Im last or first
What, what, what, what
Hazardous dart, visual long forgotten art
That fell apart, til the blood ran from the heart
Pump through the street, RZA make re-break beats
Packed seats, rapid fire raps at off track meets
And an arm tank, high rank, heavy metal shank
Blow em off the plank when they ships approach the bank
Wu niggas rollin, throwin the first rap slogan
Heroes of Hogan, shot up the military clothin
Quickly blow up, rolled up in rappers like pennies
My brother stack tracks on the behalf of many
With the wisdom, power of, science from experts
Self applying that put giants in the network
Through compact discs and televised live quotes
We multiply our strength, on a worldwide note
Yes, what, what
Yes, yes yall, you dont stop
You keep on, til the break of dawn
Ah yes, yes yall, you dont stop
Ah Wu-Tang known to make your body rock |
Latino hip hop music was once a small scene of street rappers
And a handful of hardcore followers
The new wave of artists are hitting the musical scene tonight...
When we come through with the takeover, we make the game over
Im from the state of lowriders and street soldier
We drop like boulders cause we hittin hard
Every single playa hater know just who we are
We the homies from the LayLow I-n-c
Per-petrating motherfuckers gon remember me
I dont pretend to be, so dont hate on me
Snitchin to the cops cause they want to get rid of me
Ta-ta-talking about you murder me
Homie, I know you heard of me
Creeping through the dark in the Oldsmobile
Drive-by shoot to kill, so watch your step
Big Stalks wont stop, I keep the pussy wet
Break bread or ??
1-8-7 on the motherfuckin cops
Yeah, the streets are hard
If we want it, we get it
Homie, its like that
If you got it, Ill take it
Homie, we aint fake
Lay Low Inc. t-t takin over, we takin over
I see you trying hard, cause we do it better
I know what you think, when we coming over
But you better not try to play cause the game is over
We took it over
You cant break me, never make me busta soft the beats
This Outlaw style, got a brother off the streets
Miss Delores Tucker sue me, I wont stop
Til we get justice for these crooked cops, on my block
Time Warner full of sissies
Tell em all to miss me
A bunch of hypocrites, whistling Dixie
Good riddance, cause you never shouldve touched me
You cowards knew you couldnt take the pressure, Ima make you sorry
Trust me
Did I cry when they dropped me? , can they stop me?
Tryna sell 4 million copies
If I wasnt spitting, itd be prison or death
This rap game all we got left
So try to comprehend where we coming from
Life as an Outlaw, aint meant for everyone
So here we come
Recognize how we organize
Strategize now we unified brothers on the rise
And we dont stop
We, t-t takin over, we takin over
I see you trying hard, but we do it better
I know what you think, when we coming over
But you better not try to play cause the game is over
We took it over
Bigg Di-Dogg, push the big hid-ogg
Youre hoppin and poppin, how bout you hop up off my bid-alls
Got, dirt on my pid-aws, I, broke a few lid-aws
It, really dont matter cause Im only here to spit on
And get on and shit on niggas
Do it to em D-O-double right on, nigga
Im saggin it, baggin it, slangin dubs
You motherfuckas think The Wash is all soap and suds?
Whats up Cuz?
If you tryin to get a dub sack, page me
The hoes say Dee Loc, you so crazy
Poppin that shit, dont faze me
I need my chips and the dip, its like gravy
Now back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is expected and Im feeling that demand
Los Ang, broad day gunnin
That aint no earthquake, its just Dre comin
If this shit aint played, the party aint bumpin
If I dont show up, the hoes aint fuckin
Cali sunshine, come visit
Just dont stop at stop signs with bullet holes in it
All-Star League, you ridin benches
I handles my bidness, fuck fake niggas
I sell game a quarter million a track
Snoop and the Good Doc back with a brand-new sack
Shits wrong, money gone, Ill blast
Out of town, out of bounds, no pass
Runnin up, talkin shit, get smashed
Shoot first, ask questions last
Lay Low Inc. t-t takin over, we takin over
I see you trying hard, but we do it better
I know what you think, when we coming over
But you better not try to play cause the game is over
We took it over, took it over, we took it over, t-t-took it over |
A yes sir, radio station, BUSH69 when youre down
Take me to the streets, shout out to the people out there in the city living that life
We bout to get off into that brand new Snoop Dogg produced by Pharrell
So everybody in the city tonight, I want to you roll your window down and turn the music up loud, enjoy
Radio station BUSH69, holdin it down
Grab your money, were getting out this neighbourhood
Milk and honey, were gonna burn up Hollywood, ooh
Beach of Fortune and the neon sky
You know while back with us will be gold tonight
Thats what they told us and they must be right, so lets ride
They built this city for you and me yeah
Snooooooop
They built this city for you and me yeah
Snooooooop
They built this city for you and me yeah
Snooooooop
They built this city for you and me yeah
Snooooooop
Champagne wishes, taste like American pie
Rags to riches, you never know unless you try
Beach of Fortune and the neon sky
You know while back with us will be gold tonight
Thats what they told us and they must be right, so lets ride
They built this city for you and me yeah
Snooooooop
They built this city for you and me yeah
Snooooooop
They built this city for you and me yeah
Snooooooop
All day wanna play, wanna rock with her
All day, every day on the block with her
My city, oh really be popping huh?
64s, hip hop and locking up
We changed the lane, remained the bain
Little bit of joy with a lot of pain
Is he Snoop Lion or Doggy mayne?
Ask me again, I tell you the same
DO Dubb with the key to the city
Me and P, we go DYD
Rip down, put my foot down
And if Im in your town then I got to get down
Fight nights in Vegas
Bright lights we made it
Slayed it, slightly faded
Californicated and highly motivated
Snooooooop
They built this city for you and me yeah
Snooooooop
They built this city for you and me yeah
Snooooooop
They built this city for you and me yeah
Snooooooop
They built this city for you and me yeah |
You got everything you want
You got everything you need
Yes I remember the times
When you caught me in lies
You knew other women werent mine
So you stuck by my side
So everything
Everything you want and need
Ill comfort you, give you all of me
Cause everything you want and need
Ill be, Ill be
Itll be you and me
For eternity
I give you my love everyday
Ima be yours either way
You and your niece, me and Jacquees
We can make love in between them sheets
All you can eat on me, its a feast
Have fun wit me while I run these streets
So sweet, so rough, so tough, so bad
Get whatchu want, throw it in the bag
Stayed down wit me even when I did wrong
Thats probably why Im singin this song
A boss hit, a boss lady, thats you
Put your face on my right arm, tattoo
Met you, gotchu, get you
Youre my angel, god bless you
Who am I in love with? Just you
Float on the boat, just us two
Smokin and strokin, just us two
This is splendid, flex it and bend it
Lay it out for ya
Now let me play it out for ya
You get what she wont cause she dont compare
You get what you want cause you have been there for me
Carefully, prepared to lay down your life for me
My life would be nothin wit outchu
And I aint doin nothin wit outchu
You got everything you want
You got everything you need
Yes I remember the times
When you caught me in lies
You knew other women werent mine
So you stuck by my side
So everything
Everything you want and need
Ill comfort you, give you all of me
Cause everything you want and need
Ill be, Ill be
Itll be you and me
For eternity
I give you my love everyday
Ima be yours either way
He was gettin money outta town
I was in the city bout mine
And I knew he was a dog, had to put him on pause
But it happened at the right time
And I know you got drip, fast whips and the mansions
But you really need a girl who understands you
Like when you cash out, know I can too
Yeah I run through the money, I aint ran through
And I keep it a hunnid
Good head, down bitch, let him get in my stomach
First lady, still married to money
It was like a blind date cause I aint see it comin
Damn, I was on deep, he was still playin
We was both young till I turned him into a man
Bitches do it for the Gram but this really who I am
If you get up in a jam, Ima come through with the bands
Yeah, my type, no stereo
I love you like that woman that carried you
Back and forth, no merry-go, die for you like burials
I aint speakin it up, just givin you a scenario
Yeah, Im goin to war if its bout you
It aint for me then its not true
I wanna be the last one you gotta lie to
I got everything I need if I gotchu
You got everything you want
You got everything you need
Yes I remember the times
When you caught me in lies
You knew other women werent mine
So you stuck by my side
So everything
Everything you want and need
Ill comfort you, give you all of me
Cause everything you want and need
Ill be, Ill be
Itll be you and me
For eternity
I give you my love everyday
Ima be yours either way |
Bongo by the way
Im tryna put my name on it
Aint talkin bout no tat though
Clap some, face down, ass up
Im tryna put my name on it
Talkin bout early in the morning
We can after party just a little bit more
Down for it if you still around for it
I think its bout time we link up to fuck
Keep it hush dont say too much, hey
Know what we both on if we up, we up
DTF, Im down to fuck
If The Game gave a fuck about a bitch, no wouldnt ever happen
Catch a nigga hoppin out a Benz Wagon
Pocket full of Magnums, never sweat em, fuck em and pass em
YG tell em whats brackin, bool
Hey, Im just a nigga that wear black nigga, where that baby I got stamina, uh
Beat it up with the spatula, spaced out like NASA, bite your neck like Im Dracula, ooh
You niggas better understand me, I let go that hoe go now you got yourself a family, woah
You a sucker like that, oh she call you Jayceon, I gotta fuckin like that, woah
I think its bout time we link up to fuck
Keep it hush dont say too much, hey
Know what we both on if we up, we up
DTF, Im down to fuck
If YG got a problem, I do, 21 guns salute, piru
Hold up Chuck Taylor, YG got the juice
If YG got a problem, YG gon do the do
Gucci suit, flamed up, for the Grammys
LA a no-fly-zone, take it to Miami
Take it to New York, take it to the Chi
Met a bitch in South Africa and fucked her in Dubai, bye
Parachute, fuck her in the sky
Put that on my momma Ima try fore I die
to bood up, thats the vibe
Fuckin on your bitch, we dont know thats a crime, bars
Yeah Game beat it up
Throw it in the shower than Game eat it up
Soap and the towel, yeah Game clean it up
Rap game full of pussies, nigga Game get enough
But your bitch she tryna put my name on it
Im tryna put my name on it
Aint talkin bout no tat though
Clap some, face down, ass up
Im tryna put my name on it
Talkin bout early in the morning
We can after party just a little bit more
Down for it if you still around for it
I think its bout time we link up to fuck
Keep it hush dont say too much, hey
Know what we both on if we up, we up
DTF, Im down to fuck |
Yo what up
This is Big Snoop Dogg
Represent that Punjabi
Ay yo, hit em with this
R-D-B, D-P-G-C, Akshay, and Snoop D-O-double G
Oh yeah, Singh is King, this is the thing
Do you know what I mean
Follow me, listen to me for a second, check it
Singh is the King
Check the records
Yaari hai jaan ehna di
Vakhri hai shaan ehna di
Hasna pehchaan ehna di
Taiyo hai duniya kehndi
Yaari hai jaan ehna di
Vakhri hai shaan ehna di
Hasna pehchaan ehna di
Sab milke kehnde ne
Singh is king
Hun har koi jaane
Singh is king
Duniya de raaje
Ferraris, Bugattis, and Maseratis
Snoop D O double G, the life of the party
Lay back, stay back, Im in the Maybach
This aint James Brown, but its the big payback
Watch me zoom by, make it boom by
What up to all the ladies hanging out in Mumbai
Cheese makes dollars, east west masala
Singh is the King so you all have to follow
I’m tryna stack my butter
Im tryna get this money
Singh soormay rakhde ne aan
Kade lorh payi te de denge jaan
Raaje Maharaje vi karde si maan
Rakhdi si pug uchi bande di shaan
Jo Singhan ne keetiyan kurbaniyan ne
Oh duniya te chhad gaye nishaniyan ne
Duniya de ban gaye Singh badshah
Par sab to ucha oh Sacha Paatshah
Yeah, Im just a king
Sitting on my throne all alone
Can you dig what Im saying
Bring some grapes over here baby
Singh is king
And Snoop DO double G is also the king
You dig what I mean
Diamonds on my finger, diamonds on my toes, yeah
Real cool like |