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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

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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!

+ 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 + 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 + 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! + - 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