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Hey yo You know whos this Daddy Yankee Desde la isla del cangrinaje You know how we do man, come on! Ooh, ooh Ten cuidao con el pirata del caribe Ooh, ooh Vamoa ver si tú tienes calibre Ooh, ooh Aquí en la calle el más fuerte sobrevive Ooh, ooh Entre los grandes mi nombre se escribe Zona de gangstas Esto sí es el mundo real Mai llegaron los players Gyal muevelo, oh-ooh-oh Zona de gangstas Todos mis soldados lets ride Por eso ellas se pegan Ma muevelo, oh-ooh, oh-ooh Damas y caballeros, voy a paso ligero Ayer estaba pobre y hoy camino con dinero La fama no me importa, mi hermano, soy sincero Gracias a mi Señor que me dio el alma de un guerrero Calle, ya que me llama, camino con calma Si actuas de bravo nosotros te damos en llama Calle, sigo cazando, a las damas dandole flama Muévete chama, cmon, shake it up, mama Shorty dale, mai go!, rapido muevelo Saca la fiera que tú tienes, no te detengas, go! go! Tú sabes quienes son, Yankee-man con el Dogg Abran paso que por ahí viene Da-ddy! Zona de gangstas Esto sí es el mundo real Mai llegaron los players Gyal muevelo, oh-ooh-oh Zona de gangstas Todos mis soldados lets ride Por eso ellas se pegan Ma muevelo, oh-ooh, oh-ooh One for the money and two for the gangstas Three hot shots that pop for the wankstas Top Dogg, S-N-Double O-P The gangsta mac, a G From the L.B.C Im on the go, I get the dough I let em know, I bust a ho Im shakin up the chaperones Thats everywhere a nigga go This will be The day that we will always G Turn around, get em up Put em down, I fall back Take my hand We could have a little fun in the van Im the man with the gun in his hand I dont plan on stayin around Im playin around Im all about layin it down Now ge-get up Or Ima have to hit up And if you say the wrong set, Im get you you lit up The deal?, you know the trill Kick rocks, motherfucker And tell your bitch to come here, for real Zona de gangstas Esto sí es el mundo real Mai llegaron los players Gyal muevelo, oh-ooh-oh Shorty dale, mai go!, rapido muevelo Saca la fiera que tú tienes, no te detengas, go! go! Tú sabes quienes son, Yankee-man con el Dogg Abran paso que por ahí viene Da-ddy! Zona de gangstas Esto sí es el mundo real Mai llegaron los players Gyal muevelo, oh-ooh-oh Zona de gangstas Todos mis soldados lets ride Por eso ellas se pegan Ma muevelo, oh-ooh, oh-ooh Hey yo Meet the paisa Conquistando lo Estados Unidos Snoop Dogg Daddy Yankee, El Cangri The real gangstas Traficando música por toneladas Oh-ooh-oh! Oh-ooh-oh!
I’m the kind of brother that your boyfriends wanna be Cause I am so endowed See the ladies looking at me, na me they want to see Cause I am so endowed I am D’banj I’m the kind of brother that your boyfriends wanna be Cause I am so endowed…I am so endowed See the ladies looking at me, na me they want to see Cause I am so endowed Verse 1 : Break the bank take the girls Travel all around the world This is life nah, this is love Have a drink now live it up Break it down roll it up Pass it round take a buzz Feeling grand mil in hand Check the game I’m still the man Ask D’banj and Don Jazzy Iceman gat me looking so flashy Maybe they have the audacity sitting in my capacity I said who said a lot of whooo maybe cos I am old school Drop it down low set the mood Without the stylist I am Mr. Endowed Verse 2 : File oshe Snoop D-O-double G Let them know, let them know who I be Girl if you want to floss, then roll with the boss You know how to borrow Ronaldo lomor, omo lati le Tori the boy endowed o You can never find another guy that’s fly like me I got so much class like say I own a school You no fit play me omo I no be fool Let me upgrade you girl come roll with me I’ll make your life brand new Imma show you a world that you never knew Make you marvel at everything that I do If you fumble na your loss be that Because… I am fully endowed My upper body My lower body And my face See my house endowed And my car endowed See my pocket endowed Absolutely endowed I am so endowed….oh Mr endowed I am so endowed o Are you my Mrs. endowed Mr and Mrs endowed I am so endowed….oh Mr endowed I am so endowed o Are you my Mrs. endowed Mr and Mrs endowed Verse 3 : When you say endowed Omo I am the epitome Omo E ni tomi Se ti gbo Eni gee shin o le ba mi Lai lai lai lai won le ba mi Oti pe ti mo bo lowo won Won tun binu pe mo ti koja won lo But I leave am for God Cos at the end of the day when my people see me I bring them joy They give me a round of applause Them dey feel me No be my fault Na blessings sent from above So if you hating Then you don’t understand The way that I metamorphous Make we bone them If them still dey yan Make them go do somersault on top stage
Ladies and gentlemen You are now tuned in Phinzel Jonah You are now tuned in Phinzel Baby, do you even know That I got my eyes on you? Oh Oh baby , anything, oh-whoa The things you do for you, oh But Ima have you work for free tonight Come and spend some time with me I never wanted love, but now Im open to it Miss Independent, hope youre open to it I never wanted love, but now Im Hey, girl, you know youre I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T, you know what that means You need to let S-N-double O-P D-O-double G knee deep in them jeans Let a nigga blaze up Touch down on the West and soak the sun rays up Blow smoke out the six deuce And pour another cup of that gin and juice Bow you and your girlfriend sippin too We gon crash out on Slauson, that Nipsey blue You never actin funny style Them veneers in yo mouth, girl, you got a money smile Hold on like a tight grip Shakin that ass, you turn me on like a light switch Let them tell it, you be actin funny, babe Do good for yourself and get your money, baby Gon and put it down What you do is It really turned me on Turns me on, ooh It really turns me on Turns me on, oh Hand over your heart if you in love, baby Kissin on your body til you cant take it Silencer on the gun, Im locked and loaded Pedal to the metal, foot down and floor it I wont say shit cause you hard-headed As long as we together, whippin it, ah yeah Girl, aint nobody doin it like papi chulo Its a fiesta, pollo dresser when were together Aint no disco, Snoopadellic With the cryptocash on me, you could smell it Now breathe it in, wait to exhale, now breathe again You smell like money, dressed to kill Wave my wand, we can disappear In a Cadillac spaceship Over the hills and palm trees to the Matrix, C.B Let them tell it, you be actin funny, babe Do good for yourself and get your money, baby Gon and put it down What you do is It really turned me on Turns me on, ooh It really turns me on Turns me on, oh Snoop Dogg, C.B Haha, yeah Another Jazze Fizzle productshizzle Do it to em, C.B Chris Brown, Snoop Dogg, oh, ooh Ah dah dat dat dat, dah dah dat dat Dah dah dat dat dah
Waiting on the street Ready, but at peace My philosophy is that I know, how the story goes Just to see some steady flow, backwards Never heard of, after Hold me, you wonderful Beautiful moonlight Hold on till this is over Maybe til sunrise Hold me, you wonderful Beautiful moonlight Hold on till this is over Wait until sunrise Beautiful, I just want you to know Youre my favorite girl Beautiful, I just want you to know Youre my favorite girl, oh, ho, ho, oh Beautiful, I just want you to know Youre my favorite girl Beautiful, I just want you to know Youre my favorite girl, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Beautiful, I just want you to know Youre my favorite girl Beautiful, I just want you to know Youre my favorite girl, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It was December 24 on Hollis after the dark My man Santa saw a rabbi and gave the strangest remark He said that giving was his living and I had to take part So I grabbed a bag of goodies and I hopped up on his cart I laced the pockets of the poor and gave the hoodie a play Dropped some dollars up on Hollis and I went on my way I hear your jingle Mr. Kringle peep the single, my man So Santa hit a brotha off and come as quick as you can! Santa Baby Just slip a Benzo under the tree for me A 98 convertible, light blue Im looking for a fly guy, like you So hurry down the chimney tonight Now all Mase know When its eight twenty-four He be looking at the door for the ho ho ho Cause I know When theres a Christmas uptown Aint no chimney for Santa to come down Now to me, PD I had a lot Appreciated everything that I got Though I used to take my pops Who aint caught me shaking the box Cause I knew I couldnt wait till it turned 12 oclock Cookies and Milk Satin and Silk Im chillin in the living room, wrapped in a quilt Im waiting on this fat Red Suit wearing-comparing My gifts to my home boy next door to me A gift here, none there, but who cares My little sister needs a comb just to braid her nappy hair Bbut here we go again waiting on the enemy To slide down the chimney Look here, that aint reality Santa Baby, are you really real? Chris Kringle Let me see you make my pockets jingle We need some jobs in the ghetto Too much gang banging where kids are playin I hear the church bells ringing On christmas eve I believe Jesus-calling me Forget the gifts and the shopping lists And the new kicks Your just falling for tricks Its the gritty-the grimy The low down, the shifty Yo Sticky, Christmas time in the city Late night, stars are bright We gettin rocked! With the 50 St. Nicholas Start rippin this Its the Grinch who stole Christmas Climbin down ya chimney Kids open up they gifts They all gonna be empty Just like mine was I hate to say it But if I wasnt a boy I wouldnt have had nothin to play wit! On December 25th I knew I wasnt getting jack When I saw Santa Claus on the corner buying crack I ran up on him with the and asked him yo whats up with that? He said there aint no Christmas kid and I cant get him back Back in the days, Christmas was deep My moms put presents under the tree while I played sleep And peeped ha! Santa Claus never gave me nothin Seen them mad faces, lying and frontin So do some good to the ghetto, Mr. Chris Kringle Come and stay awhile, kick it with Gods Angel Take and acknowledge my wisdom and understand That Santa Claus is a black man Word up
Hmm... Hey yo nephew check this out man Now I know you got that bad chick right there You aint even tripping off of her But she doing all of that for you She got this, she got that, man shes off the hizzle I mean when you find one like that You got to make that change man Cause they dont come too often And when they do come You gotta be smart enough to know when to change Like Sam Cooke say, change gon come nephew And you better believe that As I look back on all that Ive done to you My biggest regrets, the things that I never could do I see the light now baby its shining through Gotta give up the game, yeah I got some changin to do I wont get high if you want it, get that straight 9 to 5 if you want it Keep my ass home at night if you want it Whatever you need me to do When you talk, Ima listen Give you all that attention you missin Girl I swear Ima handle my business Just like a real man should do I can change, I can change I can change for you I can change, I can change I can change for you Ill give up all the places I used to go Stay out the club, stay home because Im with you Ill give up all those girls that I used to know They dont compare, baby I swear its the truth So Im through with the women Yeah thats right, I give up on the pimpin Girl Im gonna repent from my sinnin If thats what you want me to do Ill get right if you want it Go to church Get baptized if you want it Girl you opened my eyes and Im gonna Be much better for you I can change, I can change I can change for you I can change, I can change I can change for you Take me to the river and baptize my soul Im so outta control, needing someone to hold Man its cold I aint been clubbin, drinkin, or smokin Im focused, bowin down every night prayin and hopin Im trying to figure out a way But I just dont know how to say But Im rearrangin, hopefully Im changin And you can see that baby cause its hard for me Kinda sorta odd for me, but aint nothing to it If you need me to do it I guess... + Yea, Im willin to make that change baby Im willin to make that change I mean, outta all the people in the word Who wouldve thought that the big boss dog Would be willin to make that change? Yeah, you special baby, you real special You get in the pimp and leave all these minks and his cat links and all that behind All for you, nobody but you Im so serious about it, I can change But only for you Cause you the type of female, that, you know what Im sayin You bring that out of a playa Make me wanna lay down the pippin and step my love game up Can ya dig that? Yea, on some Romeo and Juliet, ha ha I can change baby, gimme the room I can make your zoom zoom go boom boom! This is legendary shit right here, baby Gotta believe me Gotta believe me Im telling the truth Get baptized if you want it This time I mean it Gotta believe me Gotta believe me Im telling the truth
Uh oh, uh oh, oh! Oh! Oh! They aint ready for this L.T. Hutton, Snoog Dogg, T.I Its that new Pac yall Uh oh, lets get it, Oh! Pacs Life Everybody talk about Pacs Life But what do you know about Pacs Life? Yeah Everybody talk about Pacs Life Started with five shots, niggas plottin to kill em Never figured that, that same niggad sell five million Hit the charts like a madman nothin but hits Court cases got a nigga facin multiple digits Dodgin cop cars look at how we come so far Picture high school dropout rollin the double R House full of happiness weed and drink Way out sortin trouble tryna find me king Never pictured livin longer than my twenty-first Thought Id be locked down, cracked out or in the dirt And though it hurts to see the change It comes with the fame Why we gossip in the silly games To all the motherfuckers speakin down on me - This is the night, Why is everybody caught up in Pacs Life To all yall niggas, conversatin on my life Mind your motherfuckin business! Pacs Life Everybody talk about Pacs Life But what do you know about Pacs Life? Yeah Everybody talk about Pacs Life When we first hung out together, I met you with the homie We had no intentions of becoming homies But at no time at all, you became my dog You showed me how to roll blunts, we used to bounce and ball I was living on Wilshire in the penthouse suites Had my lil cousin Daz hook you up with some beats It was Outlaw, Dogg Pound, Death Row Records, man we tore up the town Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre and now we got Pac, it felt like a drizzeam Remember when I told Suge to put you on the tizzeam And you know that I was true Cause I took the focus off of me to put All Eyez On you And we became the most hunted together, 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted And our relationship was genuwine Wanna know how I know about Pacs Life? Cause was a friend of mine Pacs Life Everybody talk about Pacs Life But what do you know about Pacs Life? Yeah Everybody talk about Pacs Life Ey, whats happenin Pac yeah I know we never got to meet But we know all the same people so we got the speed You taught me first -- fate nigga cant stop a G And all that shit you went through meant alot to me Watchin you lockin up with him, was a shame to see You know crack in the business did the same thing to me I get along with real niggas, its a lane to be Talkin loud outta pocket tryna bang wit me Well so Im pullin out my pocket, let it rain ya see Now they all in the court room, blamin me See we lived the same life and represent the same struggle Power to the real nigga and death to the sucker Money over bitches get to know em before you love em Death before dishonor never talk to army trouble Live by the same rules, so my wrists tattooed With the same sorta dude, with the same short fuse Pacs Life Everybody talk about Pacs Life But what do you know about Pacs Life? Yeah Everybody talk about Pacs Life
Y aquí nací , aquí fue que me crié Entre cholos y malandros, así fue que empecé Yo soy así , cabrón, yo nunca cambié Voy por ahí, así, en la mano traigo el juez Paseando el barrio , así ando a diario Estamos todos en el hood y en la mano traigo el juez Pa los contrarios y malos comentarios Traigo sicarios rayados de la cabeza a los pies, you know Hey, güey, por las calles de LA Los negocios siguen avanzando, eso e por ley Sixty four e el Impala, brincando como James Kobe Bryant, el Staples Center, yo soy el rey, you know Pura clika mexicana, pura raza California es el estado de la grasa Morras en el jet, los homie dicen: ¿Qué tranza? El sign de Hollywood, las palmas y las venganzas En mis piernas siempre Jordan En el brazo los tatuajes y en los dedos traigo Monday Fumando con tu doña Que me miran bien a gusto y tú muriéndote de roña Left foot, right foot And my fit is super fresh, so Im feeling really good Left foot, right foot And my fit is super fresh, so Im feeling really good Órale ese, yup, Im on my best day With my carnales, Nata, the West way We in the four, five, seven or six trey Once, doce, trece, express way We like to tip out, dip out with the clika Then stop by Eddies to get the liquor I got it now, write it down Cruisin with the black and the brown Its a way of life , and a brotherhood From Sunset to Crenshaw to Hollywood Slide to another hood, aint that right? Its like in life, you gotta paint that sight You see, he was what he was, now he aint But that dont mean he cant Press that line and youll get banked So you best have a seat with a drink, nigga Ah, ya saben quién es ¿Lo quiere en español o en inglés? Its the fuckin mexicana, little mama from the west ¿Qué se creen? Puros comentarios en la red Pero no acepto críticas de mujeres que no tienen qué comer Thirsty-ass hoes on the net Tu novio andaba babeando y tú muriéndote de sed Tiene estrés , mejor apoyándonos en sed Que no ven que no nos quieren, so mejor hay que meterle duro Que aquí ya nos toca ganar Traje al elotero a tirar dinero en el club Traigo veinte mil pa la que más sepa bailar Los billetes solo son o pa gastar o pa aventar Metan duro, que aquí ya nos toca ganar Traje al elotero a tirar dinero en el club Traigo veinte mil pa la que más sepa bailar Los billetes solo son o pa gastar o pa aventar Yeah, ayy Welcome to the West-West Good vibes but on these streets it get reckless Big dubs in the air, let em pop out Try to rob the elotero, you get socked out Laying to the six to the fours, make it bounce All my homies smokin loud, quarter ounce to them pounds Four fingers, two twisted in the middle, ayy Big bands, 2-4-7 in my face, ayy On the side where they known to get it knockin Steady mobbin, shawty movin like a ten, booty poppin, uh Im a M-E-X-I-C-A to the N, uh Where my gente, thats my R-A-Z-A, uh L.A., palm trees, O.C. and I.E Im in the 9-0-9, you know where you can find me Lil mama, she latina and she crazy And she ask me where I from, Im a west coast, baby Left foot, right foot And my fit is super fresh, so Im feeling really good Left foot, right foot And my fit is super fresh, so Im feeling really good Aquí somos Rancho Humilde
Yeah man... You know its easy to talk about.. doin somethin But when it comes down to the action part, well most folks take a little light vacation Mmmm.. I was just thinkin to myself man Yknow this Blue Carpet Treatment record is deep to me And I need to let my Peoples know how deep it is to me On some real talk like... Its like lookin and poppin and seein whoppers and movers Despite a Guidant, I try to be hard on the low Nobodys guidance so I decide to sleep by the do Open my mind try to slip inside my grandpas fo Driftin off into another stage of life Nigga paid ya price and big homies made ya fight Niggas aint wanna see ya nigga be-bop, no Toe for toe, I beat a nigga down to the flo Incredible, forgettable, better blast, past, to move the mind Many men were eradicated by music minds Open ya eyes and take ya time to visualize And once ya decide to move ya mind in due time Its so erotic, if it aint exotic, its gettin naughty Freeze and groove, get rowdy, rowdy; girl move ya body Its melodic, Im bein honest and modest You done fucked off my whole rap flow, think about it Fuck that nigga, Imma do it right Thangs aint movin right, I dont think that you would like For me to be mad, saying, Niggas cant stand me Sittin at home, watchin motherfuckers at the Grammys Wishin I was there, naw nigga I dont wish no more Im the big cat, fish in the bowl Basically you hear these rappers out here using my flow They need Snoop on they song to make they shit official though In dismissible, police a nigga, modern day KMI Takin my time, chronolizing my rhyme Writing my rhyme, tryin to get intellectual Directing the weather, makin my negative records more intellectual Tryin to change the direction of flowin And sayin, born sayin, You know I get live-er when I get fluent Aint been nobody to change game since King came Same thing, same lane, hit it and ya get banged Word to Rob Bass, just make the music dope Thangs dont change man, its so remarkable And they dont know how to do it cause they dont flow that way Go that way, roll that Jay Roll my tape and take me back the day you were phony Youre so into what ya doin but you cant get into it You cant talk and now ya ruined but yknow Imma do it And now you doin it, they booing like, You blew it! You blew it! Im dippin through the universe, make em move the verse Through the Luda-verse, hit the boota first You can never beat a ho, lemme show you how to treat a ho If you likin me, follow me, you so believable Got a way to get his own music out Record executive, bounce ballin and actin bad Take my time, with my.. great mind Take em out, make mine, kicked about it Thanks to niggas who might make it illegal And not rival the Beatles, and rock, rockin my peoples And fly, fly like eagles been doin the shit like liters And hittin yall with heaters and walkin in my Adidas I continue to bust, then I switched up to chucks Givin niggas a puff, still givin it up Beanie Sigel what up? Real niggas is up On the scheme with my team, yeah Daz and Kurupt We bust til we buss em up Lay Low, I know they told you not to fuck with us Layin and playin, and sayin man, walkin in vain Anxious for fame, my nigga tryin to walk in my lane And tryin to.. walk in my shoes but they just dont fit You couldnt spit the shit that I spit cause Im the shit And this is it, legit, lets split the chips And fix, and move the work and hurt that bitch Im through with this! {crowd cheers}
Here we go It’s time If it ain’t KK what you smoking on If it ain’t Rosé tell ‘em carry on It ain’t ‘bout mine ‘less the money long Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na Fat sack in hand, Mac and Dev Back in dreads, stacking bread Kush in the air errywhere I be Word is Doggy Dogg got that 10 a key You can believe what you wanna loc See I’ma pee on the tree when I wanna smoke Underground to the top shelf And I can do it by my goddamn self I put some fire on the tip High when I trip, still fly on a bitch I’ma ease on by Tip top, don’t stop, why not, not why See I’ma regulate it Real shit, real niggas, real weed separated And put the match on the tip So quick, so fast like that, you bitch If it ain’t KK what you smoking on If it ain’t Rosé tell ‘em carry on It ain’t ‘bout mine ‘less the money long Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na Came in this thang, blowing on the strongest Mary Jane Make sure everybody know my name Niggas know we go hard so we young bosses in the game Now I’m getting weed on the plane It’s such a shame, your bitch with us Hatin’ on me ‘cause you probably can’t get rich with us Probably run around claim you a real nigga too But I’ma fuck her, never call like real niggas do, ooh No pain, no gain I be on the yacht drunk sipping champagne Partying with Snoop Dogg, smoking propane Screaming rest in peace June Bug with my whole gang Uhh, niggas hate but I just laugh at that A milly first quarter, you ain’t half of that Talking trees, we can go pack for pack All day, we just smoke back to back If it ain’t KK what you smoking on If it ain’t Rosé tell ‘em carry on It ain’t ‘bout mine ‘less the money long Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na
I think its bout time that we hit these niggas upside Their head with some of that west coast Gangsta shit......... Ooh.....Wee!!!!!!!!!! Its a whole nother day Im back up in ya Snoop D-O-Double G I representa Been away for a while but you all know Im still doggystylin on Death Row Got shit locked down Sewed up So If you plan on comin out nigga hold up This a stick up Dick up They got yo shit on the shelf, oh mine is too And guess who they gon pick up? Some niggas think they know they shit But they dont Some M-As escape Some wont Bumpin heads with niggas Where you from? East Side Long Beach, nigga, 2-1 The homie just got paroled And he got more stories than the Highway Patrol Tellin me about the money Suge Knight stole But dont let that shit leak, cause nigga I get swole Niggas tryin to get in to get at me Put me up on game, tellin me who gon jack me But ever since I was a puppy til I was full grown I never had no other dog pullin on my bone Say Snoops upside yo head Say Snoops upside yo head Say Snoops upside yo head Say Snoops upside yo head Say Snoops upside yo head Say Snoops upside yo head Say Snoops upside yo head Say Snoops upside yo head Niggas in the game be doin way too much Akin tough with this east-west coast stuff See Me Im all about my money mane I stay fly and dry I dont get caught up in the rain Cuz game recognize game No matter where you from We all can get dumb, insane and Turn the party out Without a doubt Unless You them niggas who aint got no clout LBC and B what? Uh, my crew Cuz uh, we out there smokin on the krazy glue Upside yo head like oops Snoops The shit, that you hear them bumpin in the hoops Cant afford it Homeboy This is finished I represented From V-A to Venice So when its timid And cold outside Rely on the Doggy Dogg To put the heat in yo life Say Snoops upside yo head Say Snoops upside yo head Say Snoops upside yo head Say Snoops upside yo head Say Snoops upside yo head Say Snoops upside yo head Say Snoops upside yo head Say Snoops upside yo head It takes a whole lot To be number one I cant walk down the street Without my gun I cant trust these niggas fool It aint no fun Im sittin up in court Cuz somebody got dumped What really counts is how the crowd bounce Go home and say Snoop rocked the parte` Nobody got kilt Its what got annouced I guess they got a chance to see Dr. Bombay But I keep my heat in case niggas get cold Warm you up with the sheet Zip you up and roll Now Doggystyle records is now official Gettin money at the Pliz-ate with my initials Shippin weapons overseas Im makin Gs What who you make call enemies But I See nothing funny about Makin money Cuz uh We all know it dont grow on trees So I Gotta get what I gotta get when I can Up early in the moning wit the Gap Band Burning rubber down to get a new car So dont get jealous when you see me in the Double R Say Snoops upside yo head Say Snoops upside yo head Say Snoops upside yo head Say Snoops upside yo head Say Snoops upside yo head Say Snoops upside yo head
Eastsidaz come out and play Eastsidaz come out and play Eastside!one five, twocoughone Two oh, one eastside one five Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh We finna show you motherfuckers whats happenin Tray Dee Comin in front and center state ya name and game Yeah them eastsidaz back and we came to bang Givin it up, pistols and chucks, rags hangin Stricly insane and we do the damn thang Its the big bad eastsider rollin Now how many blocks we controllin Two 0, two one, one five seventeen and eleven One nine and a muthafuckin dime Murder block to the swamp front of grandmama house They dont sleep, well freak off brand knock em out Stay deep, bring heat make streets emorge Young Gs, Lil Gs, casualties of war So we push the turf steady pushin work Niggas love seein thugs so we look for dirt Where the shit dont stop and them six fours hop If ya just get socked, dont trip gettin dropped All black wit a little bit of gold Now lemme show you motherfuckers how the eastside roll Footin to the metal, every hand on stiletto Extra clip for you booyah, Pinche Longeros Im about to make the shit crack We got straps in this bitch I got somethin on fat Tellin you motherfuckers, Damn! It aint no thang when you bang wit the Dogg Pound The way the homies come through all blue nigga what yall wanna do? We got hoes to the left, platinum on our chest nigga yup yup Cant stop, wont stop, so what that L.B.C. like We do the damn thang all night, better yet fo life I luv it! We keepin that shit G Cause thats all I see I luv it! We always gon roll, and stay way too deep Tray Dee, Gol-die, Snoop, ducez n trayz Still give it to that ass the old fashion way From the LB city, where them shells leave many Wannabes on they knees, tryna beef wit a gizze Aye loc, I represent till the shit dont stop Fuck them paramedics and them crooked ass cops Its hard to maintain on the front line Check this out cuz, I gotta get mine Low ridahs, eastsidaz comin wit that G shit People want some of this? Hell naw trick Im keepin that shit gangsta Yeah, C-walkin on you pranksters, nigga We dont really give a mad fuck nigga what Gettin mad stuck, catch you comin out the cut Hoo ridin, G ridin fuck the law Better hope you on my side once I clutch and draw My reactions, attractions, fast and all actions Till I die east the side, I stay smashin Represent this like its meant to see To the graveyard or the penetentary Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom I am Sir Dogg D-P-G funk And I am crip I never learned to crip Oh no! Put me down Let go of my legs Ill never C-walk Do the time of life You have the time of your life Hey ha! Oh yeah, whats Crip-a-latn, baby? Eastsidaz, Duces N Trayz - The Old Fashioned Way Somethin uh, to make you move, groove, and definitely sets the mood Its so uh gangsta, its so uh prankster Its the hoodie hoodie, goodie goodie To make ya boogie oogie oogie Can ya dig what Im talkin bout I smell ya Battle Cat Now thats funky, thats so funky, I have to say uh! Eastsidaz come back
Im smoking everywhere I go I always gotta keep one rolled Im rolling every gram I own Dont gotta understand, they know I smoke that fire, that good, that good, that Concentrated, every day Im faded Trees prepared and properly cultivated I nursed em, sprayed down, no chemicals Just me and my buddy, ya hear me now Never treat ya wrong, to each his own Snoop and Wiz the new Cheech and Chong We up in smoke, making street schemes Smoking sticky green, having sweet dreams Break it down, put it in the zig zag And pull the top back and let the ass drag Hit the switch, quickest way to get a bitch Executive Branch, get a whiff of this Black car, sack a dank High school nigga what the fuck you think Im passing all my classes with flying colors And every day Im high as a muthafucker Im smoking everywhere I go I always gotta keep one rolled Im rolling every gram I own Dont gotta understand, they know I smoke that fire, that good, that good, that Sun roof open, smoking while Im rolling My bitches only notice it if its potent Bottle of Perignon, we can go kick it by the ocean Get in between your legs Join roaches and ashes all in your bed You calling her babe, she calling me instead Cause I put that game all in her hair She saw the crib, she know that Im balling When he aint have nothing he used to stall em Now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him And my pockets on swole, Im talking Rick Ross big And now when we shop we dont care what the cost is Rolling up good, smoking that bomb shit Blow a whole OZ, nigga thats boss shit Now she all fuck her man, rubber bands in my pocket Getting money, going hard for my profit Bad bitch keep the joint stuffed like stockings Young nigga getting bread, why knock it? Im smoking everywhere I go I always gotta keep one rolled Im rolling every gram I own Dont gotta understand, they know I smoke that fire, that good, that good, that In high school, we do just like we like to We cordially invite you Now roll up get high to it We welcome you to high school We do just like we like to We cordially invite you Now roll up get high to it Get high to it Im smoking everywhere I go I always gotta keep one rolled Im rolling every gram I own Dont gotta understand, they know I smoke that fire, that good, that good, that
Its just one more day The lord has kept me Oh, dont rush, keep the pace Im focused on my goal I need to tell the story, yeah Get together in a state to make me great Even when I fell flat on my face You gave me grace Lord knows that, I havent been an angel and Im no saint But Ill always take the time to give you face For all youve done for me One more day One more day God has given us One more day One more day One more day God has given us One more day God has given us One more Its just one more day That the lord has kept me And I take this special moment To tell you about my life, the ups and downs You dont know the half, it was almost a wrap for me Get together in a state to make me great Even when I fell flat on my face You gave me grace Lord knows that, I havent been an angel and Im no saint But Ill always take the time to give you face For all youve done for me One more day One more day God has given us One more day One more day One more day God has given us One more day God has given us One more He picked me up And he turned me around And he placed my feet And Im looking pretty good right now First crackhead, that you ever did see But listen, I got a feeling Its gonna be alright I got a feeling Its gonna be alright I got a feeling Its gonna be alright With you by my side We gonna win the fight Oh, I got a feeling I got a feeling I got a feeling I got a feeling I got a feeling Its gonna be alright I got a feeling Its gonna be alright With you by my side We gonna win the fight I got a feeling Its gonna be alright I got a feeling Its gonna be alright I got a feeling I got a feeling I got a feeling, feeling, yee, yeah Oh-oh, yeah
I see your bullshit I see your bullshit I see your bullshit You aint changed You aint changed Stay the fuck away from me Stay the fuck away from me I dont have no time for you So you should have no time for me Oh, damn, oh, oh, damn I see your bullshit I see your bullshit For real, you still on bullshit? Nigga, miss me with that bullshit Nigga, miss me with that bullshit I see your phony ass Out here actin like you changed with yo funky ass Fake-fake as my last bitch, flunky ass Mind all over the place with your clumsy ass Niggas still fake-fake fakin like they not Ferraris switchin lanes, scape takin niggas spots Oh, you thinkin that she love you? No, she just needs a sponsor Claimin you a boss, but you still livin with yo mama Oh, damn, oh, oh, damn I see your bullshit I see your bullshit For real, you still on bullshit? Nigga, miss me with that bullshit Nigga, miss me with that bullshit Why you actin smart when you not? Actin like you hot when you not? When you not? When you not? When you not? I cant fake with you no more, Im just not All that fast talkin shit, it aint gon work here Go back over there fore you get hurt here Shit hit the fan on the Klan, I was first-first Think Im a problem, on God, it get worse here Oh, damn, oh, oh, damn I see your bullshit I see your bullshit For real, you still on bullshit? Nigga, miss me with that bullshit Nigga, miss me with that bullshit Every time I see you, you beg a nigga for money Dont even ask how Im doin, but tell me keep it one hunnid So, Ima say it and mean it so you can hear this Loud and clear, fuck outta here See Im a smile away, put the pile away And I can smell bullshit about a mile away Old bullshit-ass nigga, let it go Or a bunch of bullshit is what you headed fo Oh, damn, oh, oh, damn I see your bullshit I see your bullshit For real, you still on bullshit? Nigga, miss me with that bullshit Nigga, miss me with that bullshit I see your bullshit I see your bullshit I see your bullshit You aint changed You aint changed Stay the fuck away from me Stay the fuck away from me I dont have no time for you So you should have no time for me, me
DPG, is down with us X to the Z, is down with us D-R-E, is down with us My nigga Kokane, is down with us Eastside gang is, down with us Niggas talkin shit, Im gettin ready to bust Im number one With a bullet motherfuckers I got this Henn in my cup And this Buddah got me stuck Im just trying to compose myself I dont know why I act this way I just wanna be left alone Im just trying to enjoy myself Aww naw Its motherfuckin Snoop Dogg I live the fast life, WHILE ya keep ya cash tight In broad daylight, walkin wit ya flashlight Addin up what ya brought in from last night She mad tight with mad bite Bad lil bitches on my tizeam Nigga, thats the American drizeam Pussy broke the President And pussy made a pimp rich I live like Im both as I smoke on my dope On my boat...thumbin through c-notes Now heres a toast to the coast Cuz we doin it the most Playa playa high costs Uno, dos, Im bout to get ghost Stackin what ya mackin D-O-double G The shit ya doin is so lovely The haters hate cuz they will never be There aint no limit to this melody You niggas sippin on that jealousy I pour a tall glass of Hennesey Do you wanna have a sip with me? Or would you rather try and trip with me? Put ya cups on the table and your hands in the air And touch your brim to the side, thats only if you a player And all the ladies in this motherfucker acting up Dont hurt nobody when you back it up Cuz we came here to have a good time Me and my niggas in the sunshine On 3 wheels with one 9 Its time to shine, the world is mine I never ever dropped a dime Nigga might cop a dime Never hesitate to pop a 9 And always come up with the proper line Stick to the script bitch Im hurtin shit Let me show you motherfuckers what Im workin with Dont need no water to go with your order And you aint got to smuggle the shit up over the border Affordable, sportable, unbelievable, feasible, and reasonable We leavin em low Cuz me and my loc, keep big leaves of smoke Gallons of Hennesey and 16 liters of coke He done drank and she done smoked The meters are broke, we put the V to the note I brought the weed to smoke And Dr. Dre, he hooked the beat up, indeed it was dope Stackin what ya mackin D-O-double G The shit ya doin is so lovely The haters hate cuz they can never be There aint no limit to this melody You niggas sippin on that jealousy I pour a tall glass of Hennesey Do you wanna have a sip with me? Or would you rather try and trip with me? Put ya cups on the table and your hands in the air And touch your brim to the side, thats only if you a player And all the ladies in this motherfucker acting up Dont hurt nobody when you back it up Cuz we came here to have a good time Me and my niggas in the sunshine On 3 wheels with one 9 Yeah Shaquille ONeal, is down with us Lil 1/2 dead, is down with us My nigga Mel-Man, is down with us And eastside Watts, is down with us The whole crip car, is down with us My niggas on the four yard, Im givin it up We number one With a bullet motherfuckers
One, two, three She might overdose, I dont mean to boast But your boy is so wet, I dont need no boat Presidential, I dont need no vote We get drunk, talk shit and we breath on dope This is for the cats on the roof That are watching our back, while the bag is en route If you see the blue lights, dont worry bout nothin If he pull you out the car, please remember somethin You dont speak to the police If you dont pay a tax then he wont eat Got a cold mouth piece, no gold teeth Blowing bags in a Maybach in 03 Trust me, the money got me dizzy as hell I turn the music up loud when Im in the Chevelle She like to play mind games but I put it through hell Opened up the bag, what a beautiful smell All the players love Bern cause Im doing my thang Im runnin the game, I just flooded my chain Yeah, welcome to La Plaza Half a mil stuffed in the door in my Honda Lets roll one, get fucked up And if you aint smoking bud, we aint got no love for ya Lets roll one, get fucked up And if you aint smoking bud, we aint got no love for ya Im fresh off the motherfuckin piece of good pussy Now Im with my nephew, blowing on some Cookies Intergalactic, the skies are fractured Take it out the plastic, now light it and pass it Portable, affordable, elegant See, my shits the bomb, but its executive I say mine, spray mine, playtime And bust on yo bitch in the daytime I puff from the streets to the suites Dogg, you gon go to jail, Motherfuck the police See, I aint never gave a fuck about the law I smoke everywhere I go, even in Little Rock, Arkansas Lets roll one, get fucked up And if you aint smoking bud, we aint got no love for ya Lets roll one, get fucked up And if you aint smoking bud, we aint got no love for ya Perfecto Roll one for me, and Ill roll one for you Im chillin in the club with champagne in my cup Celebratin life, filled another armored truck The breeze feel better in an old-school classic Versace yacht shoes, Im brown bag addict Im 36 so I had to grab The RZA My crib got bigger, plant an acre by the river Cutthroat but the weed make me smile Opened up the spot, they line up single file From The Bay to LA, back to the burbs All the dope boys holler, want it back from the Bern My Maybach look like sauna Welcome to La Plaza, its the king of marijuana, lets smoke Lets roll one, get fucked up And if you aint smoking bud, we aint got no love for ya Lets roll one, get fucked up And if you aint smoking bud, we aint got no love for ya Thats that shit Big joint rolled with a bad bitch Fuck more hoes than your average Nigga that aint come from privileges, I lived the shit I might look innocent But I take a bitch and her friend to my hotel Let em smoke wax, let a real nigga hit She aint goin back, yeah, Im all that Fucked once never call back Good weed, where the bomb at? Bring the car, bring the smoke Get the room and them bitches ready to go Lets do this on the low, with no social media, Ill fuck you good Start off slow down then Ill beat it up Roll up the trees, fold up the cheese Keep my six-four clean with a ho on her knees Pair of Vans on and some white jeans Talkin bout, Them niggas gettin rich, well, we might be Bitches like me, but these niggas dont I aint worried cause Im all about my figures, though, and Im sittin low Lets roll one, get fucked up And if you aint smoking bud, we aint got no love for ya Lets roll one, get fucked up And if you aint smoking bud, we aint got no love for ya Blaze up Yeah, matter of fact, smoke yours, nigga, Im tired of smokin mine Hahahahahahahaha You funky bitch, you
Real nigga shit.. Now Im bout to show you how the West coast rock Real nigga shit Now Im bout to show you how the West coast rock Real nigga shit.. Here come The Villain again, grab your ho and get the fuck outta town This nigga shit make the world go round Its that black nigga Ren, duck when I bust Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will love to cuss You wanna fuck with us? Man, I wouldnt do it Ask this nigga here, his ass, we ran right through it You out actin like yo shit be tight Get some shit, fuck it off like Tomica Wright Get the fuck out my sight, I Ren-incarnate Droppin West coast shit in every motherfuckin state Motherfuckin legend, yall niggas be knowin You can leave yo bitch and keep on goin I am Doggy Dogg bitch love to hit a switch Never hit a bitch love that gangsta shit Can I hear your flow? Can I fuck yo ho? Boy you hard on em - nigga you aint know? When you testify, you got to keep it fly A lot of niggas lie, shit we do or die Eryday we high, its like a nine to five I got my nina my fo-heata beata by my side I keep it tucked close when Im on the West coast I keep it on post when Im with my East coast folks locs Yall know whats crack-a-lackin Im from the hood of the drivebys and kidnappings, and car-jackings Me and Snoop Dogg on the hog On our way to the mall, fuck alla yall We gon ball til we fall, watch the chrome crawl Intercept these fine bitches cause we want em all Droppin drawers, poppin coochie and lickin balls Only gangsta ass nigga follow nigga laws Only gangsta ass bitches get to run the hogs Only real ass niggas get to set it off Now, the way I gets off in that ass its a sin to not assassin Grab a microphone have flashbacks and start flashin, ahh Im bound to toast ya String you up like you was on the Ponderosa Sip on Mimosa do it that way cause Im supposed ta Now most of ya, dont measure up Ill make it hot and turn the pressure up Steamin, regular, nah supreme and I Aint gassed I blow an MC away like Fox when I pass Aint nuttin shitty about this here fuck around and thats that ass Just like, grass I, I want more Green than the Goblin Matter of fact I want more Bank than that chick that be modelin My uzi weighs more than a single ton I leave you single son, who wanna mingle not a single one Hah, now tell me what you figure, nigga Rob load up the show slow flow spitter The hard hitter the R nigga, roll I break it down sweet then I bring it back slow Nigga that was dumb diggy diggy dumb dumb Here them niggas come kiddy kiddy come come I think a nigga sprung spriggy spriggy sprung sprung Probably why he done diggy diggy done done Yo lady think Im cute, I be knockin her boots When shes away from home, she be swallowin juice You thinkin thats yo son, but he aint lookin like you See the barrel of a gun, nigga whatcha gon do? Set it off Niggas pop mo shit while we drop mo shit Continously, nigga nigga please Slang yo kis, birdies and trees You can catch me and my niggas, overseas Shootin the breeze, with a cute Vietnamese Or was she Lebanese? I think she Chinese It really dont matter cause they all on they knees Its somethin bout these motherfuckin West coast Gs Make that cheese, when the cops come you bet not freeze Blast on em like the Genovese, they yo enemies Lock you up and fuck you up Talk shit to you beat you down then cuff you up And leave you in a cell stuck I aint got no money for bail, thats real as fuck Tryin to get a meal ticket and kick it Chill, catch a plane to Spain or maybe Brazil On the real can you feel me? Yeah, yeah, set it off Its Kurupt Young Gotti Doin it big, for all yall suckers We set it off, Snoop Dogg! Its Tha Last Meal Last time yall suckers gon eat off my big homeboy We set it off! We set it off! West coast
In these times, of hate and pain We need a remedy, to help us through the rain Cant you see, Im straight OG Fuck you niggas, think you can fuck with me Oh cmon Make a pimp wanna jump back Bitch, and fuck that Shit, Im qualified to knock a hoe no matter where ever I go Excuse me partner, this the pimpin let a pimpin pimpin let you go Break the bitch you say I will Tryin to break the bitch but you saying I will Then nigga, shit; since you put it like that Im about to lace em right now nigga And take them straight to the track Ive never let a bitch pimp me Trying to tell me what to do but Imma stay O.G Fresh out the pen only 32 days And I added and subtracted in a multiplied way Now switch worlds Why did the little girl walk around with a gold fish in her pocket So she could smell like the big girls And check the one with the fast mouth Just get your money if you have to knock her motherfucking ass out I dont care whatcha do Long you dont fuck with mine You think you cant be touched Niggas disappear all the time Old Blue Eyes, Dogg Sinatra Make a nigga disappear like Jimmy Hoffa The Glock cocker, hoe hopper, show stopper Watch your mouth, watch your mouth Ill put you in a brick in a building And separate you from your children I stay Gd up All the Gs from my set aint never PCdup If you hit the main line You gonna get stompped Paying motherfuckers off use a sucka duck Me and my niggas go hard in the paint Puttin paint where it aint, makin bitch niggas faint Its a clear blue sky here on the Eastside Throw your set up and wave it from side to c-side Im talking big shit, holdin my dick Banging on you cuz, nigga this crip I got so many tricks up my sleeve For you hoes to disbelieve You wanna bang lets bring it on Wes about thousand niggas strong I dont care whatcha you do Long as you dont fuck with mine You think you cant be touched Niggas disappear all the time No, I dont love you bitch, you a hoe, I never will Cant tell you my feelings cause the pimpin dont feel Bitch, matter fact be gone Fuck around and have your Momma saying Baby, he wrong! Talking about he a real pimp Bitch, is gumbo laced with the proper crop of jumbo shrimp Stepped out the pen with my hoe, got it crackin with my hoe Steady mackin with my hoe, now Im stackin with my hoe I pop a bottle of Mo About to model a hoe Im working them, serving em and breaking em off Did the weed, man get here Taking too long But when he get here dogg Im taking a zone Niggas know how D-O-double G doos it Known for making that crip hop music, dont abuse it Just ride to the rhythm of a pimp ass, upper class, cold motherfucker Long you dont fuck with mine You think you cant be touched Niggas disappear all the time
Ayy this that Eastside Johnny, big redemption like Know what Im talkin’ bout? Hol up Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way, yeah Get out the way, get the fuck up out my way, yeah You either with me or against me, ho You either with me or Win, win, win, win, win Fuck everything else, win, win, win, win These niggas ain’t shit , win, win, win, win Stop chasin that bitch , win, win, win, win Big Jay Rock go On 10, 10, 10, 10s Exit at 4 , bring friend, friend, friend, friends Matte black two-door , jump in, in, in, in You might wanna keep score I win, win, win, win Forearm tattoos , thats squad, squad, squad, squad All of them gon shoot , dont try, try, try, try I walk in room , their eyes wide, wide, wide Third album comin soon , Im glad yall gon’ die I ain’t chasin after no bitch I got bigger plans than stayin’ rich Ive been tapped in since I was six I tap dance all on a brick And your diamonds like tap water That shit way too foggy These VVSs way awesome Parked CLS for baby mama Drop to your death without warnin’ Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way, yeah Get out the way, get the fuck up out my way, yeah You either with me or against me, ho You either with me or Win, win, win, win, win Fuck everything else, win, win, win, win These niggas aint shit , win, win, win, win Stop chasin that bitch , win, win, win, win A nigga been winning for a long time With a strong mind and I own mine You can check my motherfuckin pedigree On my chest is the letter C, poetically So inclined, genuine, suspicious lies Your bitch is mine and in due time Youll see that I am certified and intertwined Cover two like a cornerback Yeah, loc I need the corner back Im on it, I want it, I get it LeBron with the Late Show, we get it Imperialistic, magic mystic Aaron Donald with the helmet lipstick I dont lose, in case you missed it Facts on facts, check my statistics Don Dada, Doggfather Drip on a bitch like cold water Me and my niggas we known to cut up Slice the bread, cut the butter Pop the pain, roll the bud up All of my niggas and bitches, what up? All of my cousins crippin, throw it up Wuh-wuh-win, nigga I aint stutter Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way, yeah Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way, yeah Get out the way, get the fuck up out my way, yeah Get out the way, get the fuck up out my way, yeah You either with me or against me, ho You either with me or against me, ho You either with me or You either with me or Win, win, win, win, win Win, win, win, win, win Fuck everything else, win, win, win, win These niggas aint shit , win, win, win, win Stop chasin that bitch , win, win, win, win
Man, this big man shit goin on, nigga All that little boy shit, sit down Uh, uh Riding round town getting money  Riding round town getting money Mustard on the beat, ho! Pockets on crip, blue strip, hunnids Pockets on crip, blue strip, hunnids Just bought a Benz and I love it Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it Pockets on crip, blue strip, hunnids Pockets on crip, blue strip, hunnids Just bought a bitch a Birkin, she loved it Ayy, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it Stepped in the game straight crippin New whip, wood grain dippin Told all my homies, Dont go so hard But my East side niggas wont listen Roll around town with your bitch, lil nigga One hand on her ass, one finger on the trigger Catch a nigga slipping if you wannna start shit Blue Chucks on your motherfucking carpet Try and run, nigga, but you too slow Two shots hitting, yelling, Too old One nigga down, got two to go Spraying with the K and hit two in a row Bang-bang, bang on em Lil homie in the back with the thang on him Long Beach certified blue chip Eastside nigga bang and rolling Twenty crip Riding round town getting mugged Riding round town getting mugged Pockets on crip, blue strip, hunnids Pockets on crip, blue strip, hunnids Just bought a Benz and I love it Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it Pockets on crip, blue strip, hunnids Pockets on crip, blue strip, hunnids Just bought a bitch a Birkin, she loved it Ayy, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up Im a real gangbanger, better look it up Young nigga on the block with a dope sack Bust a left, meet me in the back, Ima hook it up Left pocket, blue rag Outta pocket? Get the boom-bam I told one nigga, Watch out Now we in the back, getting stomped out Lil bitch wanna fuck with a real crip I put dick in her real quick Niggas mad I bossed up for years and Im still lit And I aint nothing they can deal with I set it off with niggas who wanna test it I took over the game and then I blessed it Crip game with the shit mane You better duck when the shit change Im pulling up, shooting mid range Riding round town getting mugged Riding round town getting mugged Pockets on crip, blue strip, hunnids Pockets on crip, blue strip, hunnids Just bought a Benz and I love it Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it Pockets on crip, blue strip, hunnids Pockets on crip, blue strip, hunnids Just bought a bitch a Birkin, she loved it Ayy, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it I got money, she got money He got money, cuh got money Blood got money, we all got money We get money Blueface hunnids YG Snoop Dogg, oh yeah Mustard on the beat, ho! Ayy, ayy, woo, ayy Ayy, woo, ayy, woo Ayy, woo, ayy, woo Ayy, woo, ayy, woo
High speed chase, 405 is the freeway Slangin my- bangin my- swangin my Coupe de Ville Scoop DeVille Like that, right back, top of the hill Wheel in my hand with a trunk full of contraband Swimmin under water like Im Aquaman I used to drink gin, now its vodka, man Boss Dawg is the baller, no propagand Ill pop yo band, dont try and stop the plan Ill rock your 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 you tripping again With nothing to gain, plop plop, pop and I bang Cadillac-er, Croco-sacker Hip-hopper, click-clacker Tip-tapper, pimp-slapper Aint tryna act up, dont wanna act up My nigga back up, nigga back up Aye, baby back up, baby back up My nigga back up, nigga back up Hey Scoop DeVille, turn the track up Thirty days later Im back on the streets Got a batch of bomb beach, shit Im trying to eat Feet to the pavement; money, Im cravin it What about the bitches Dogg? Are you savin em? Can a blind man see? Can a shark survive outta water for a week? A snitch is a snitch if he solemnly speak I dont know near nothin, Im a product of the beach To each his own, hard as stone Lot of yall niggas bout as hard as foam Dead wrong, tryin to sneak Tamika the phone Step back nephew or feel the heat of the chrome G-ma and PawPaw and the heat of my comb Plate full of shit nigga, I never eat it alone Heat it alone, then I put the weed in the bong Step back at the feet of my throne mothafucka Cadillac-er, Croco-sacker Hip-hopper, click-clacker Tip-tapper, pimp-slapper Aint tryna act up, dont wanna act up My nigga back up, nigga back up Aye, baby back up, baby back up My nigga back up, nigga back up Hey Scoop DeVille, turn the track up Cinematic, right back at it Talk the walk and walk bout that static I am the extra dramatic When he popped back, everybody scattered, didnt matter I was there from the get-go Movin heavy weights, Klitschko Rookies and cookies from Frisco Put em in a box, Nabisco We the funk that killed disco I showed you how to go and get this dough And Im the reason why youre fuckin with this ho But dont thank me, thats how the shit go Its still banging Crypto from the intro Nigga what they hidden fo? Hol up, who is that tryin to come through? Step back and get mic checked; 1, 2 Cadillac-er, Croco-sacker Hip-hopper, click-clacker Tip-tapper, pimp-slapper Aint tryna act up, dont wanna act up My nigga back up, nigga back up Aye, baby back up, baby back up My nigga back up, nigga back up Hey Scoop DeVille, turn the track up Grapevine, state line Get yours, I take mine Grapevine, state line Get yours, I take mine Grapevine, state line Get yours, I take mine Grapevine, state line Get yours, I take mine Cadillac-er, Croco-sacker Hip-hopper, click-clacker Tip-tapper, pimp-slapper Aint tryna act up, dont wanna act up My nigga back up, nigga back up Aye, baby back up, baby back up My nigga back up, nigga back up Hey Scoop DeVille, turn the track up
Im not down with the republican party or the democratic party I represent the gangsta party Yes sir I aint no gangbang rookie, let that thang bang fully Im a boss out here on the west Killer coast is my home rich rollin on my throne with my blue bandana on my neck Girl, come fuck with Snoop, sign up on my team theres a little room left Girl, you heard all my songs, steady long, steady wrong, dont get your ass left Church on the move nigga, now go and hit the turf with the news nigga I got some advice for you new niggas, you wanna be in the league well tell em who sent ya DO double G, hoes with double Ds, in line to juggle these Twisting up the OG, about the whole P, untill I OD, The one they all wanna come to see, hoes loving me, you niggas wanna be Even Bloods fuck with Cuz, I hit the club, theyre all showing me love They like Can I get you a autograph, whats up with that DPG, Doggystyle and Aftermath I just laugh while Im twistin up another zag, bad bitches kissing in the tub takin bubblebath I aint no gangbang rookie police tryna book me Imma modern day Tookie on the set I got the whole party poppin see you hater niggas jokin all these ice cold diamonds on my chest They see my whole team thugging, nah they mean mugging But that no meant nuthin Cause if theres problem I pull the problem solver I call the .308 revolver put an end to all this drama, ?Chop fleet dollar with that gold fleet collour?, Get them euros, get them dollars, get them zeros, get them commas, Time to get this change guess Im like Obama But Imma stay the same on my motherfucking mama DO double G, hoes with double Ds, in line to double Ds Twistin up the old G, about the whole P, untill I OD The one they all wanna come to see, hoes lovin me, you niggas wanna be Even Bloods fuck with Cuz, I hit the club, theyre all showing me love They like So what up Locust Long Beach inside And you allready know what it is I aint no gangbang rookie , police tryna overlook me Long Beach Eastide is where im at Skinny side and roll on With my tub on the bottom, Ill be shopping on the set Let me hop on a Enzo Let a bitch hit me up for some brain bro Let them niggas now im bout my cake bro WPG young Pilot fuck with OG wath a young man, 15 got haters like a grown man W-Money Sa-D who I fuck with When I was young my mum said I looked like And we ride in a cool, topback, Doggystyle bangin out mawfackin Imma take her to my bed homie And Im thinking crystal clear Diamonds on my neck shining like a shinereer Even Bloods fuck because, Im in the club with big Young Pilot I am and I was Say it dawg Say it like you mean it Haha Gangsta
Yo nephew, give me some of that No Limit shit Yeah We got my nigga Fiend in the house C-Murder in this motherfucker Mystikal up in this bitch Goldie Loc, hm-hmm My nephew Silkk the Shocker Oh, yeah, we got something for the ladies too Mia X, run this bitch Lyrical arsonist, lady alligator Down South, hustler, former weight smuggler, Im Mother of the Tank, gave birth to an army Guerilla millionaires, so dont even ask, if you wanna Get to clappin, soldier action specialty of style We made the whole world respect the underground while Some of yall niggas talk shit and get mad Cause we did it with a foot up your ass, and its still there I cares not about your click or the block Im still that same bitch to run up in your spot and knock you off Broad, with the cause, bitch on a mission Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick-kissing Missin the game, damn bitch its written in plain ebonics So shake that come-up off you brain and do the knowledge Mia X , kickin off the ghetto symphony Next soldier up, tell em who the FUCK you be WHUT? Its Fiend yall Put me in the ring with real MCs, and watch em run for cover And hidin in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe on Bleed on, exceed on! Weak rappers with titles after twelve Hit a bell thats what Ill feed on! Microphone Don, walkin flesh, talkin bomb Bringin harm, to the calm, and, come be alarmed Its the African, oh, you wanna battle again? Ill turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plans Oh, damn! Toting two pistols like Yosemite Sam Oh, man, he grand! Loud as the Southern band Pickups and caravans, the soldier, that could, that can I would be the man, but God beat me to them plans Next up, on the M-I-C C-Murder, get busy for the symphony I bes that nigga on the tank, always trippin never slippin Have you reminiscin and missin, that fool in your picture Call me Bossalini BITCH without the Mos at shows And FUCK those who oppose we runnin them hoes Three-hundred and sixty-five motherfuckin days a year I have your fool staggerin just like a bottle of beer You niggas runnin from the cops, well I aint runnin no mo I flip the bird when I swerve, man, FUCK them hoes Im crazy, my nagga, but uh, I thought yall knew that Oh you aint see the news? Shit Im the nigga with the TRU tat Ask my nigga Kenoe, shit, I just dont give a fuck And if you run up wrong Imma fuck you up, you bitch you Next up, on the M-I-C Silkk the Shocker get busy on the symphony Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh Now would I come this far, fucker, if I didnt sound like a hit? Yall didnt know what the fuck yall thinkin bout You sound like a bitch Shit it sound like a wish You know when you got a motherfuckin hit? Bitch? When it sound like this! Or you fake niggas get enough heart And try to bust a rhyme at this clip Fuck around and miss, then fuck around and get found in a ditch Got labels on my dome, when they find I gross this much Freestyle shit, you can tell em I aint wrote this stuff Silkk the Shocker, KLC, purple mask life, like Snoop and Dre nigga Yall can relay it to a label ten times Get a label contract for MJ figures It aint where you from; its where the FUCK YOU AT N-O-L-I-M-I-T, Top Dogg, and Im fucking with that! Next up, on the M-I-C Mystikal, get busy on the symphony Errerrhrhrh!! WHOO SHIT MOTHERFUCKER GOD DAMN!! I keep it HYYYYYYPE, BITCH Im THE MAN! When the FUCK you ever heard somebody say That they dont sing my song Or that I dont roll on every fuckin verse Im rapping on HAHHHHH? I came up off of Peter Piper bells and the LLs Bad These niggas be pissed off at me Cause their old lady call me they baby MCs pilin up and crowdin up, but Im their FAVORITE The type to fly buyin a Z-28 IROC And chop you in your motherfuckin face Your album aint tight, WHAT IN THE FUCK IS YOU PUSHIN? You played out just like old woman pussy Ewwwwh! Next up, on the M-I-C Goldie Loc, get busy on the symphony Now watch me put these haters to the test Accumulatin with my stress Fold em fuck em fifty, get the shit up off my chest Releasin anger, all natural gangsta energy Goldie Loc the name, Dogg House gang Motherfuckers better start backin up We in the Tank punk busters Motherfuckers dont wanna see us locd up Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the same thang Smashin for the hood, cause I wanted to gangbang Last up, I believe thats me Snoop Dogg, light up the mic for the symphony This jam is dedicated to all non-optimistics That thought I wasnt coming out with some exquisite rhymes But thats okay, cause now Im back To kill all the rumors , and straighten the facts Like umm, doin bad , gettin ganked for my bank Now you all on my dick when you see Im a TRU Tank Dogg You say, Mmmm-mmm-mmm! Aint that somethin Dogg, I bought yo album, my nigga, that shit is bumping I apologize , Im sorry for the drama Can I get your autograph for my baby momma? Shit, Im setting it off, letting it off, busting Hustling , rushing , dusting motherfuckers Droppin the heat, lock up the street, we posed to I put this pistol in your mouth, now what you gon do? Top of the line, first class I pop a cap in yo ass, then pop some Mo in the glass Too legit to quit , Im spittin gangsta shit Man, fuck all that yapping We bout that gun clapping No Limit, yeah, thats whats happenin No Limit, No Limit, No LImit, No Limit Fuck all that yapping, we bout that gun clappin Yeah, in the real world, talk is cheap Actions speak louder than words No Limit Records, here to protect and serve
- 2X Lets bang Lets bang, Cali Iz Active Lets bang Lets bang, Cali Iz Active We got heaters, smoke, drank, bitches Fos, deuces, trayz, switches Riders, money, houses, boats Notes, uncompromisable quotes We got heaters, smoke, drank, bitches Fos, deuces, trayz, switches Riders, money, hoes, boats Notes, uncompromisable quotes, West Coast Imma bang on bitch boy, set it off, start it Me, Snoop and Daz bangin on the blue carpet Chucks and accessories Like the two heaters the homie got next to me You dont know me but you dont know shoo Its me and Daz posted with Coach Snoop But Ill ride with ya if ya wanna ride with me Cause we bangin on the streets, D.P.G. bang - 2X Lets bang Lets bang, Cali Iz Active Lets bang Lets bang, Cali Iz Active Im yellin Dippin in my 6-6, chrome deep dish Today could be your death wish Im from Cali the birth of the Impala Them 6-4 old schools, them boys got dollars Big diamonds, big wheels, low-lows to the ground Get active fool Scrapin the bumper - you know I keep that thumper 15s subbin just like a Dogg Pound concert L.A. Dodger cap, switches hittin from front to back Khakis, All-Stars, white Ts, gang flags D.P.G.C. on my tags Them Dogg Pound Gangstas, niggas is active Keep poppin that shit then Im gettin to blastin Aint no compromise, aint no talkin or askin Im takin off first and the scene will be drastic - 2X Lets bang Lets bang, Cali Iz Active Lets bang Lets bang, Cali Iz Active Just another day in my neighborhood I bang the hood, I cocaine slang in the hood Im bringin the goods, in other words Im bringin the buzz Im swingin my cuz, in a blue vein switchin lanes Backseat full of goods, what it do huh? Baby suckin on a blow pop Put your seatbelt on, let me make the fo hop I get out and Crip Walk on the block Left hand on my Glock, 20 Crip and it dont stop Yeah nigga, I can always tell a scared nigga Ol loudmouth busta ass nigga wouldnt break a glass Now he wanna run up on me and mash I catch him by himself, now he talkin fast Oh, Snoop Dogg, please dont blast! Dont worry bout a motherfuckin thang But worry bout my homies cause my homies gon bang on the game - 2X Lets bang Lets bang, Cali Iz Active Lets bang Lets bang, Cali Iz Active Move your body, everybody California, yeah they be Probably hardly come to party without nothin happening This is how we like to do it, spike the punch with Hennessy And we bangin on you niggas who aint from that D.P.G Dogghouse Radio... Gangbang activity... Dogghouse Radio... Gangbang activity... - 2X Lets bang Lets bang, Cali Iz Active Lets bang Lets bang, Cali Iz Active
Like a star slipping out of place Sliding from the sky Tumbling through space When you touch my hand I swear I feel like Im ballin Yeh ballin Like a wheel Whirling round and round Rolling down a hill Spinning on the ground Your kissing makes me dizzy yeh In the head And Im ballin Im ballin Hmm, I love this game coz this game love me back Im pushing a lac, smoking sacs like a mad mac Bringing me back, banging the 8-track track The Dramatics and Battle Cat and Snoop like that Big stars in big cars we pull up at the big clubs and sit at the big bars Sippin champaign with a bowl of cavier Hell yeh you are, yeh you are Say it say it, coz they all deny it Player play it, coz you cant deny it As fly as it get, as fly as I spit you know its the shit Its so gangsta, gangsta bitch Switch back to the old school, old fools know This here thang we do so original I got to have it, lavish Is how we establish On the real love one it feels good to have Like a rose, flippin down the street Looking oh so sweet Bumpin to the beat These streets they keep me busy yeh Makin bread And Im ballin Yeh ballin Oh here I go! Ballin making dough Working for myself Coz it thrills me so I keep women on my line Coz they know That Im ballin Yeh ballin Oh here I go! Driving down the road I cant help myself Ballin Thrills me so Yeh you blew my mind And I know , Im ballin Yeh ballin Do that, who that, you that one they called on Baller get your ball on Its all on now fall on to a new groove Really aint nothing to prove We, set the mood Or shoot some pool Or blaze a Cool What? Whatup fool Now you can cruise if you choose but I prefer to do the cha-cha And once my small kitchen ?throw? You know I gotcha Watch out, no need to pull your Glock out Its a players affair, now Look at my hair and the girls wit me They got the same thang on Pimp pimp parade, my nigga get your bang on Coz my uncles about to get their sang on And all round the world, my nigga, its the same song And when its time for your callin, fallin, wit no stallin Keep it ballin He starts to mill Just rollin tru his town Stacking dollar bills Raising dogg pound Becasuse hes loved Loved in every city Thats why hes ballin Yeh ballin There it is coz it is there Now have a seat and come hit the game from a player They say time brings change and change brings time Its so genuine and so divine Its been so long in fact its overdue Now tell me baby girl what can D-O-DOUBLE-G do for you I fell for you, Ill always look over you Theres really not much that a player wouldnt do for you So quit stallin and fallin And come get a bar of some of this ballin Now quit stallin and callin And come get yaself a bar of this ballin Yeh thats right, this is ahh, radio station 187.4 DG Sock it to your ass With something from The Dramatics And Snoop Dog Let them spot that ok Its another one of those world premiers Doin it to ya doggystyle, in ya air hole For the 2000 plus 1, yeh
What is reality? Motherfuckers out here dont know shit They aint tryin to know shit Just a young motherfucker out here tryin to represent To get my motherfuckin paper You dont think so? Then get the fuck out my way Cause Im ridin on trucks, banks all that type of shit Gotta get paid, motherfucker Fuck dreaming the same dreams When youre down for the same team Word it seems to be reality is just a dream Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise So, I tote a .44 with hollow tips While my mind tellin me should I not?, or should I pull it? What I represent God only knows what lies for myself Jealousy and hatred niggas is out for my wealth Will I perish livin selfish for the rest of my life? Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life Will money be the root of my destruction? Without the money I cant even seem to function Now theres, nowhere, for me, to turn Theres nowhere for me to hide from reality As complexed as the situation gets I remain, I maintain, aint that much strain To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain Aw shit, I dont believe this Some niggas that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist But aint that much twistin in existance And this is how you show me love It shows me exactly what moneys capable of Now is it the expenses, that make you wanna catch me slippin And pay a visit? Cause this is for all my homies For jackers only, come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me Im back with a fifth of Henn Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again Now theres, nowhere, for me, to turn Theres nowhere for me to hide from reality I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games In a world of madness, will my composure be the same? Will my friends be around when they rest me in the ground? Im a lost soul, lost forever, never ever to be found Life aint what it seems, for the niggas full of schemes On the hunt for the cash, they wanna blast ya for green Hm, these sick bitches wanna get a nigga caught up For what? A simple nut, a simple fuck Daily it enhances the penitentiary chances To survive in 1995 So I got 1995 ways to survive nowadays Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again Cause Ima get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again Out to mentally convert me, the same niggas out to hurt me It irks me, strenuous controversy Whats next on the list to complete After all this shit that popped off on the streets And all eyes on me, but I wont change sides Cause what I represent, I represent til I die Its time for me, to grab a tall glass of Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggas that try me Leave em layin stiff if they aint on IVs I beez the hardest regardless, fool Livin life, day and night stayin hard and cruel Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch Then Im on a niggas ass like bumpy zits Its no remorse when you cross my course Im not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports Dont resorts, to thinkin you could get with this Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss Mis- Ta-Tray Deee From L.O.N.G B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth til I die You wonder why it aint no secret Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit Now theres, nowhere, for me, to turn Theres nowhere for me to hide from reality
Up jump tha boogie to the bang bang boogie While youre bangin on ya baby OGs Thats why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang And if Im bangin its with DPG They say up jump tha boogie to the bang bang boogie While youre bangin on ya baby OGs Thats why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang And if Im bangin its with DPG Some do the things that they do cause they dumb And some do the things that they do for crumbs I do mine for me ya see? Not the big homey double O-G Scared to do your own work, man thats foul And thats the reason why I had to shoot you down Because you never shouldve tried to work my Dogg And the lil homey wouldnt had no reason to bump Yall know the game aint the same no mo Lil Gs keep heat so big Gs freeze, geez! Johnny Rockafella went to jail-er Few many times too many and became a teller They sell a nigga dreams if he want em But they wont sell you the game to get up on em Ya tryin ta find em cause you want em, they shook out Get the book out and when the pitch come, nigga look out It aint hard to pump up the lil homies nigga But its hard for your bitch ass to get wit us But instead, you put it in their head That at 13 they better off dead Up jump tha boogie to the bang bang boogie While youre bangin on ya baby OGs Thats why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang And if Im bangin its with DPG They say up jump tha boogie to the bang bang boogie While youre bangin on ya baby OGs Thats why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang And if Im bangin its with DPG Ayo Snoop, why when niggas get into the bracket Of makin loot, niggas wan trip Spittin like you spose to be from the hood Show me love nigga or dont show me shit Feel the fever, million dollar man like Colt Seavers Made a non-believing man into a believer Receive a check the next day, my homies say This the way to get paid, DPs invade I dont know why you wanna get on my back? Trippin cause you know the bombs at where Im at Well if thats the case you shoulda rolled Wit the PG instead of losing control This is how we do, Dogg Pound Gangstas in blue Me, D-A-Z, N-A-T-E and Snoop Niggas from sets be tryin to set you up cause you set in your ways So ask DJ Pooh what pays Up jump tha boogie to the bang bang boogie While youre bangin on ya baby OGs Thats why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang And if Im bangin its with DPG They say up jump tha boogie to the bang bang boogie While youre bangin on ya baby OGs Thats why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang And if Im bangin its with DPG Just what we need, bangin on wax, another Crip What you gon do nigga, jack the mothership? Youre like a actor wit another script Predictable as Rambo wit another clip How many niggas you gon kill in your verse? You need to sit down and learn to get down first Cause, uhh, real hoo-bangers are toast-slangers Not part-time FBI singers Niggas having bad intentions, sending BGs on a mission One move too many, nigga you missin Listen, you fuck wit the cyco-lic-no Loony ass nigga from your H-doubleO-D Niggas got too flossy from all the sacs they tossin And guess what it cost me, they crossed me But before I give a nigga a 9 Id rather give a nigga a mic and write him a rhyme Up jump tha boogie to the bang bang boogie While youre bangin on ya baby OGs Thats why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang And if Im bangin its with DPG They say up jump tha boogie to the bang bang boogie While youre bangin on ya baby OGs Thats why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang And if Im bangin its with DPG Up jump tha boogie to the bang bang boogie While youre bangin on ya baby OGs Thats why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang And if Im bangin its with DPG
Yeah, its so cold in the muthafucking D. Im talking bout real cold mane. Im talking bout June 19-mothafuckin-86, on the West Side off 8 Mile Road, living with my pops while he was working at a mufuckin post office. Right around the corner, I was working at McDonalds, getting up in the morning doing that breakfast shift. I was so cold on the mothafuckin eggs, they called me Young Eggs, mane. I mean I had it locked and loaded. I was gon fuck around and go to school out there too. The coaches wanted me to come to Cooley High and play basketball and do my thang. But you know what man, the experience I had in Detroit was a hell of an experience because it shaped me, it molded me, it grew on me. I came back from Detroit, I was new and improved. I remember I wrote me a song. I said uh, I went to Detroit to make my move. Im on track, now Im back, and Im new and improved. Thats how I came back from Detroit, you understand me. I was new and improved. So all my folks out there in the D, its so mothafuckin cold from the West Side to the East Side. Yall know what it is. I used to stay on Whitehill Street on the East Side too, right by the Eastland Mall, ya dig. So I mean Im well rooted and tooted and suited and booted. Part of the D is part of the G and the LBC. This is Big Snoop Dogg. Big Sean, you know what it is. Detroit! Lets go
It aint safe to leave the house Fuck around round here These niggas quick to air ya out And lay ya down round here You run your mouth niggas will put ya In the ground round here One-time dont even fuck around and come round here It aint safe to leave the house Fuck around round here These niggas quick to air ya out And lay ya down round here You run your mouth niggas will put ya In the ground round here One-time dont even fuck around and come round here M.L. and 21st, where niggas worse Quick to put one in ya first Before they search your pockets get that china And where they got ya thats where they gon find ya They rollin out there nigga, thats that real shit Where bein slick can get you caught up real quick Hold up homie, dont let this money blind ya Cause you wont see me standin right behind ya Then its times up, thats how we talkin if he come from the Beach Better watch them niggas out here if they come from the East Dont stop if Im not out somewhere so niggas can see Cause they dont give a fuck, you stuck if you aint with me My citys a beast.. You cant walk through the Beach unless you walk with a piece You cant talk to police cause most police is like me They get that cheddar like they want it, take yo shit in the street They want that paper out here Enough to come and take whats on your plate out here Enough to have somebody take your place out here Fuckin around without your strap sound like a bad idea It aint safe to leave the house Fuck around round here These niggas quick to air ya out And lay ya down round here You run your mouth niggas will put ya In the ground round here One-time dont even fuck around and come round here It aint safe to leave the house Fuck around round here These niggas quick to air ya out And lay ya down round here You run your mouth niggas will put ya In the ground round here One-time dont even fuck around and come round here This L.A. County nigga If yous a bitch then get yo ass from round here nigga Before they come put bullets in yo brain Cause in the hood aint nothin really changed They tryin to get that paper just like Uncle Sam And just like Sam niggas just dont give a damn They mission is to leave yo ass in pain Cause they dont give a fuck about a thing Its a cold game, thats how they talkin if they walk on the West Better watch yourself without this star protectin your chest These niggas come from nowhere, get to takin yo shit Youll get beat outside the set and then sent home in your stretch This shit is a mess.. You cant walk in them streets unless you walk with your vest You cant talk to police cause most police aint gon stress They get that cheddar like they want it with they foot in your chest They want that paper out here Enough to come and take whats on your plate out here Enough to have somebody take your place out here Fuckin around without your strap sound like a bad idea It aint safe to leave the house Fuck around round here These niggas quick to air ya out And lay ya down round here You run your mouth niggas will put ya In the ground round here One-time dont even fuck around and come round here It aint safe to leave the house Fuck around round here These niggas quick to air ya out And lay ya down round here You run your mouth niggas will put ya In the ground round here One-time dont even fuck around and come round here
Every time I twist one up, you always seem to come right on by You aint never got no money, but you always wanna get a free high So dont be fuckin , with my roaches in my ashtray Dont be touchin , not my roaches in my ashtray I be lovin , all my roaches in my ashtray So dont be fuckin , with my roaches in my ashtray Nigga slid up in my car in the passenger seat Talking my ears off, adjusting my beat Stashed my heat up under my sеat Stepped out my ride, hollеred at a few freaks Take a couple flicks, mack a bitch Baby, whats your name? Fashion Nova, fashion fit Dogg, where the weed at? Aint that a bitch Im gibbing right now, its Thanksgiving right now Showing baby how Im livin right now Clear the crowd, back to my car, no squares in my circle Bodyguard hard, couldve swore I left a blunt in my ashtray Little homie slid up on me, pulled a fast play, but this the last play Dont be fuckin with my roaches in my ashtray Hate to see ya comin, love it when you walk away Every time I twist one up, you always seem to come right on by You aint never got no money, but you always wanna get a free high So dont be fuckin , with my roaches in my ashtray Dont be touchin , not my roaches in my ashtray I be lovin , all my roaches in my ashtray So dont be fuckin , with my roaches in my ashtray Seat on recliner, suede headliner Just pulled in Mels Diner, line of Chevys, Lacs, name it, its there Fresh wet paint, leather interior Players are everywhere Nothing but love and good bud in the air Guap took his camera out Taking pictures of the homies in they cars While they hittin switches, some knocking bitches Me, Im on a mission Fuel injected, front end suspension Wishing the whole world roll like we ride Theres always one homie tryna get that free high Shit never fails, yeah, this shit for sale Skip the bail, put the shit on a scale This the last day for your last play Quit fucking with the roaches in my ashtray Every time I twist one up, you always seem to come right on by You aint never got no money, but you always wanna get a free high So dont be fuckin , with my roaches in my ashtray Dont be touchin , not my roaches in my ashtray I be lovin , all my roaches in my ashtray So dont be fuckin , with my roaches in my ashtray Say, man, you niggas think yall crafty, huh? Sitting in my car, adjusting my music Telling me how sweet my car is and all of the sudden my roaches is missin Say, man, dont be fuckin with the roaches in my ashtray You hear me?
{Charlie Wilson croons in the background} Beautiful.. perfect.. flawless.. debonaire Whered you get that silky skin? And the colors those eyes come in? Does the light come from within? God made you, did he make the friend? Wings are under all your clothes Worth more than your weight in gold Where did God put down your mold Or were you only made for show? Girl youre perrr-feeeect - when God made you I wonder if he kept the mold, or are you just for show? Girl youre perrr-feeeect - when I see you It takes my mind to cloud nine, girl youre so fine, yeah - hey Lovable, and yeah youre pursuable Everything is beautiful, even down to your cuticles It aint about me, its all about you You make me do what you want me to Yeah, its just like that Here go my number baby girl why dont you get right back Youre a, perfect dime, Im workin mine Just the thought of me and you I mean its blowin my mind Caint explain it doe, but if Im witchu I cant remain a ho, or stay in the flow Its a shame to know, I maintain the flow Baby girl me and you is unexplainable Mm, yeah - we need to get into actin Cant you see this is a natural attraction A lot of maxin and relaxin Cmon baby girl, give a player some action, Im askin If you would, if I could You make the bad boy in me go good Tell a lie? No I tell the truth Baby boo on the real you know you hundred proof Mm, I cant even believe that You livin the single life, damn I need that I hate to see a queen without a king If I had you Id get you erything Coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago See my baby go wherever I go Costa Rica, Obregato If I get you I hit the lotto Loco shoppin, get what you want to Skys the limit, so go on and spend it I said it cause I meant it So go and give me your love and get in it to win it Hit it Mm, I know you dig my rappin I see you smilin so I might get some action Yeah, so lets get it crackin It wont be no rerun, hey hey hey whats happenin? It wont be no type of scrappin Me and you, this is everlastin I hate to sound sarcastic But well make a classic, itll be fantastic We need to get into actin Caint you see this is a natural attraction A lot of maxin and relaxin Cmon baby girl give a player some action, Im askin {Charlie Wilson ad libs} Mm, the perfect girl, livin in the perfect world Like I said, I hate to see a queen without a king Im available, lets make it happen Yeah, the dime or the dub, how you love that? Ha ha ha Yeah, Beautiful Part 2 - thought you knew
Ive gone around the world and the seven seas Im cashing six-figure checks in all currencies Its like when I be tearing it up in Paris Motherfuckers parler on the M-I-C Its all ooh-la-la and ahh-oui-oui Sipping vin blanc in our lingerie Chopping heads off with madame guillotine Even the French know better than to fuck with me Comment allez-vous Robyn, what it do Im in the UK , Ive got a show to do Its big Snoopy Dogg, check the catalog Im overseas, getting cheese with this dialogue I missed my plane to Spain, so Im stuck in Cologna Im sipping Saronno with this chick named Ramona She wants me to take a flick on her phone-ah Then take her to my hotel room and then bone her You know when in Rome, I sat down with the Romans Said, We need a black pope and she better be a woman Therell be no more celibacy Even the Vatican knows not to fuck with me You should know better Y-you should know better You should know better than to fuck with me If you knew better you would do better We big-balling in Holland, Amsterdam, my man I got a table at the coffee shop Where we like to spark a lot Hanging in the parking lot blowing a bleezy Easy fo sheezy deezy I crashed a party with the Czar Threw a Molotov cocktail in the bar And you know my styles revolutionary Even the Russians know better than to fuck with me You try to ban me, you cant stand me Cause Im an outlaw Black president living in the White House Mr. B, he wrote a letter to me The FBI know better than to fuck with me Yo, I was there at Watergate You know I rigged my gear, got the fuckers on tape They put the mic in the hand of the wrong MC Even the CIA knows not to fuck with me You should know better Y-you should know better You should know better than to fuck with me If you knew better, you would do better Tell em Snoop, tell em like it is I been there, in there, out there like that Right back to the hood, a hundred Euro stacks Shoot motherfuckers just on GP LAPD know better than to fuck with me I danced with the devil in Kathmandu I came humming and blasting with the boogaloo too Now I declare most solemnly The prince of darkness know better than to fuck with me You know not what you know Tell them what Im in it for Then I run up in it slow Really though, silly ho Yeah, its been a minute though I blow an ounce and make you bounce just like a sixty-four Now you know me, Im a woman of peace I dont never take nothin dont belong to me I throw down and say, Whatevers gonna be, gon be The whole industry knows not to fuck with me You should know better Y-you should know better You should know better than to fuck with me If you knew better, you would do better You should know better Y-you should know better You should know better than to fuck with me If you knew better, you would do better You should know better Y-you should know better You should know better than to fuck with me If you knew better, you would do better
I know sometimes it might get crazy Ill always be here for you lady Baby Im just tryina change the game So let me work the thang Let me do my thing Young, dumb, and full of cum Lil crazy ass nigga, homie where you from I bang Yvette, bang the set Tat on my neck, teck on deck Yeh yeh watch yo step He wont fuss Hell just bust Ask those fucks I left em in dust Trust or bust Cuss and get drunk And talk big shit Man yo bitch so quick and dip Hop on the site like like we used to do Fly handlebars, his All-stars is blue Keeping it true 7 days a week And he livin with his momma And I heard she a freak Fucking wit a G HGC 107 Bald head nigga named Melvin He telling cuz how to live and he a felon He bailin Fuck that bullshit he sailin You know why You just a baby boy Your not the real mccoy Ive been runnin these streets You goin crazy What about your baby Why you ridin with heat I gotta baby up the street Another baby mama around the corner One I just screw And the other I make love to But Im in and out fool I cant stay with one bitch I gotta keep it pimpin But now some drama and I aint wit it The nigga that used to knock my song momma up just got out And moms threw a nigga out for bangin on his spouse And that nigga, now he up in babys house What Im gon do, should I set it off And play myself like a fool, Ima keep it cool And see how long this shit gon last I scooped up my son he tried to play my wit a ghetto pass I aint havin that, grab my strap I got to do something Fresh out but a nigga got to do something And Im a baby boy with nothing to lose Big snoop check it, Ima lay him down God dang it yall please believe mea baby boy, baby boy Im a baby boy gangsta I know sometimes it get crazy Ill always be here for you lady Baby Im just trying to change the game So let me work the thang, let me do my thing Everytime I come and see you Youre telling me what I can and cant do Girl your losin your mind You tell your frends I dont treat you right You say Im livin another life I wanna make you my wife! Yes I do babe Girl youre about to drive me crazy You cut me down and call me lazy I guess Im just another baby boy Oh noo, no ohhh ohhhhhh You just a baby boy Your not the real mccoy Ive been runnin these streets You goin crazy What about your baby Why you ridin with heat Do the damn thing Do the damn thing Big Snoop Dogg do the damn thing Big Snoop Dogg Mr Tan Tyrese baby boy All you young Gs got a baby boy
Bitches be paranoid looking at a nigga all crazy Im just looking, SHIT! Im just looking baby, ha ha ha All I need is some Henny To me its hard to tell what you really want Quit acting mean to me, youre teasing me the way you flaunt But you aint hearing me, sincerely, Im so attracted Pictures of target practice making love on my mattress Visions getting graphic So realistic you could grab it, its a proven fact Baby gotta have it, my love making quite magic Tricks is for kids bunny rabbit, let a man have it Bet youd be satisfied if you tried my habit High performance is hard to handle Naked in the bubble bath while Im burning candles Sex me like a slow song If fucking you was bad baby then Im so wrong My feelings so strong I keep staring like you cant see me I never planned to scam, my thoughts ran freely There is no need to be paranoid, aint nothing popping I aint worried about your man baby girl cause Im just watching WATCHING!! Just watching JUST WATCHING!! Not buying anything You know, I aint worried about your man baby girl, Im just watching Just watching Just watching! Not buying anything Baby girl, baby girl, do you wanna go to my place? Just watching JUST WATCHING!! Not buying anything For real, this is how we do it, whats up Dogg? You know what? - You know what? Im taking trips to Cabo, with my Death Row family Were out on the road, were sporting Diamonds and Gold Were pushing Yachts and Jet Skis, smoking on hell of weed Were trying to have millions man, yall can have them Gs Bitches flocking up eying nothing, all about them papers Were standing away from the player-haters and the impersonators But were sporting Gators and we dont cater to no hoe From San Diego to Vallejo and all the way down to Idaho You know, you wonder why this game dont change They say you gotta have a way from the very start So when I step into a club like Magic Cities They be greedy with passion and the whole Atlantic city And pull up to a seed that had never sparked And post up, just like the Double R Dont get mad; cause a nigga aint spent shit Im just watching it and besides Im a pimp, bitch! Just watching JUST WATCHING!! Not buying anything You know.. Just watching JUST WATCHING!! Not buying anything yeahhh! I aint buying shit Just watching JUST WATCHING!! Not buying anything That nigga Daz Oohh baby, yeah Now tell me how you feel about me, the whole world know about me Dont doubt me, you got me hardship, your pussy all on my dick I sleep with Dubs down your drawers Take it from my dogs, where your ass be at, bitches all their ass Shaking asses and titties but you they say dont touch I wanna fuck, thats all I wanna do to suck All in the guts quick and fast Watching and clocking, aint no stopping when the music popping Homie having fun with no gun Death Row got the party off the hook I take the Chronic, I take a book As soon as my eyes open, the first thing hits Me and the homies on the strip, fuck around with some Swiss As soon as I hit the corner Im on ya, eyes on scope Im about to soothe on my way to see Daz, Pac and Snoop Theres something cute about five foot six And no sweat, Im on set for the triple-double twist Thats why I trip, I got to clear my mind Take a couple hits of this bomb Nate Dogg hit the switch to say fuck you bitch Cause if I spent Im taking two pussy, I just wanna fuck Even though deep down I know she got some bomb ass pussy So what would you do? roll, pass and just stop Or coast up on the corner like a dog and just watch WATCH!! WATCH!! WATCH!! WATCH!! WATCH!! Just watching JUST WATCHING!! Not buying anything Its a Dogg Pound Thing Im not buying you anything yeah!! Just watching JUST WATCHING!! Not buying anything Its a Thug Life Thing, Thug Life! Im not buying anything Just watching JUST WATCHING!! Not buying anything yeahhh! You, rat house bitches Just watching Straight Up!! Not buying anything ooohhh! Just watching Just like a player Not buying anything Strictly for the players Just watching, not buying anything Im just watching, just watching, just watching Just watching, not buying anything Ummmm, just peeping out the window, watching, just watching
Church say amen. Can everyone please open up your bibles and turn to the chapter of love? I just want to say We thank you lord I just want to say Thank you lord And for all the things that you have done Have done
No one, no one, no one get in the way of what Im feeling No one, no one, no one get in the way of what Im feeling No I wont hesitate no more, no more It cannot wait Im sure theres no need to complicate Our time is short This is our fate Im yours All I do is win, win, win, no matter what Got money on my mind I can never get enough Cause ever time I step up in the building Everybodys hands go up- And they stay there, and they stay there, and they stay there Up down, up down, up down Cause all I do is win, win, win And if youre going in put your hands in the air And they stay there Nobody wanna see us together, but it dont matter, no Cause I got you Nobody wanna see us together, but it dont matter, no Its a remix to ignition I am fresh out the kitchen Mama rolling that body Got every man in there wishing Sippin on coke and rum Im like So what Im drunk? Its the freaking weekend baby Im about to have me some fun Crystal popping in the stretch navigator We got food everywhere As if the party was catered We got fellas to my left Honeys on my right Were bring them both all together We got juking all night Do-do-do, do-do-do-do Do-do-do, do-do-do-do Do-do-do, do-do-do-do Do-do-do Hey! Must be the money! If you wanna go and take a ride with me Were 3-wheeling in the 4 with the gold Ds Oh why must I feel this way? Hey! Must be the money! If you wanna go and get high with me Smoke an L in the back of the Benz-E Oh why must I feel this way? Hey! Must be the money! If you wanna go and take a ride with me 3-wheeling in 4 with the gold Ds Oh why must I feel this way? Yea yea yea If you wanna go and take a ride with me 3-wheeling in 4 with the gold Ds Oh why must I feel this way?
I wasnt lookin for a lover But I found you, ooh I didnt wanna feel the way I do But I still do, ooh Baby, you Came out of the blue Darling, you Came out of the blue Ooh, everybody call your mama, call your daddy We about to get it started in this motherfucker Hey, tell em bring another bottle of the Henny And a bottle of Moscato in this motherfucker Hey, ooh baby, you caught me off guard I never had a love quite like yours And its hittin me down in my core First I had doubts, now Im sure Yeah, and I never thought that it would be like this before Youre the one I adore Let me love you some more I feel the magic when Im kissin you This is somethin new, ooh Im thinkin back on how I first met you I dont have a clue, ooh Baby, you Came out of the blue Darling, you Came out of the blue The sky is blue and I am too, Im eyein you I wanna be inside of you The way you dance, take a chance and let me talk And let me get you higher, boo My buddy, way too cool, lil cutty Get a shot of Moscato and lil mama get slutty On the real, though Let me tell you how I feel, though She aint fuckin with no weirdo So back the fuck up out my face Straight out the bottle, I dont need no chase I wanna freak with you, for a week or two Surprise, open your eyes, peek-a-boo I wasnt lookin for a lover But I found you, ooh I didnt wanna feel the way I do But I still do, ooh Baby, you Came out of the blue Darling, you Came out of the blue Ooh, everybody call your mama, call your daddy We about to get it started in this motherfucker Hey, tell em bring another bottle of the Henny And a bottle of Moscato in this motherfucker Ooh, everybody call your mama, call your daddy We about to get it started in this motherfucker Hey, tell em bring another bottle of the Henny And a bottle of Moscato in this motherfucker
Dance! Boss Dogg Even when Im on, Im off yall Lookin for the king, Itll cost yall You better leave now, are you lost, dawg? The Zombie King, yeah, I hear him coming OG ghoul with a thirst for the run-in You in the wrong bar, wrong town, got a spot to fill The real deal, coming down that hill Your brains for breakfast, soul on the menu Major checklist, ghouls, goblins, guard the exit The fire in his eyes, aint hard to catch it El Diablo, the haunting, taunting veterano Its scary, I know The Goner Gulch, where the drama is But dont hate the game We in the zombie biz We feel the love Whеn we all dance together We made it, made it Up all life long We wont stop Dance! We the baddest crew, hands high Whats eating you? Us, we coming through Killing it is how we do El Diablos on his way Smell the odour of decay Dance, we came to slay Cause killing it is how we do We feel the love When we all dance together We made it, made it Up all life long We wont stop Dance! We the baddest crew, hands high Whats eating you? Us, we coming through Killing it is how we do El Diablos on his way Smell the odour of decay Dance, we came to slay Cause killing it is how we do
Yeah Chinatown  Higher  Brothers worldwide, uh Who you gonna call? Took his last breath Thrilla in Manila, Im a killer and a chef Clash  him with a passion Top-notch  assassin Stand him up, sit him down Run  away, I run him down I spin around and kick him down Higher Brothers, Dogg pound We up in Chinatown Few  friends but many foes All cons and no pros No rules so anything goes Kick back, sit back, and enjoy another episode Chinatown, 做着我的勾当 Mic check, 功夫 chef 到处流浪 红色血液在黄皮肤里流淌 Hold on, 没有时间给你投降 刀枪棍棒 锅碗瓢盆 我从我的武馆走到 kitchen 教训敌人 给我稍息立正 保护爱我的人 I dont need fake friends 我的烹饪本领 来自南京 独家配方 贡献给了餐厅 会的菜式 多得就像绕口令 客人来得再多 我们都搞得定 我太 shining, 他必须戴副墨镜 功夫秘籍藏在师傅给我写的信 我对着镜子挥动拳头 有事你先走 最大的挑战就是和我自己较劲 Chicken fried rice 你想免费加点 beef 这里行不通 我会踢向你的屁股 Oh Lord 阿弥陀佛 坏人被我关到洞里 面壁思过 你带的随从 一个都没用 从佛山到旧金山 他们叫我飞鸿 我看你没懂 还在做美梦 我一个人能单挑你整个 label Chinatown, 做着我的勾当 Mic check, 功夫 chef 到处流浪 红色血液在黄皮肤里流淌 Hold on, 没有时间给你投降 刀枪棍棒 锅碗瓢盆 我从我的武馆走到 kitchen 教训敌人 给我稍息立正 保护爱我的人 I dont need fake friends 我手里食材丰富搭配出来很奢侈 Wippin’, wippin’ like playing table tennis Best wishes 送给家人还有 enemy 他们都在我的周围我也分不清 左勾拳 右勾拳, yeah 偷袭我的人躲在后面, ayy 我的双眼就像老鹰 猎物靠近 挑衅 锁定目标然后被我搞定 Baby 靠着我的肩膀 我手里握着太阳 眼里藏着月亮 熟悉的味道飘洋过海来自故乡 把所有地方都能变成我的厨房 酒吧的后巷 黑帮的根据地, uh 面具在头上 跑去了森林里, uh 在街上 我霸气外放 等待我的对手们来上门拜访 Chinatown, 做着我的勾当 Mic check, 功夫 chef 到处流浪 红色血液在黄皮肤里流淌 Hold on, 没有时间给你投降 刀枪棍棒 锅碗瓢盆 我从我的武馆走到 kitchen 教训敌人 给我稍息立正 保护爱我的人 I dont need fake friends
Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden We used to kick routines and the presence was fitting I used to come through with the tools and Glocks Party dont rock like it used to rock Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks I used to come through with the tools and Glocks Party dont rock like it used to rock Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks Standin amazing, hit you in the brain Get with Snoop Dogg, he can put you in the game Put you on the stage, maybe even front page Get a little fortune, have a little fame Kill em with class, toast to the boogie while you fill up your glass So quick, so fast No razzmatazz, Im just an eastside nigga With my gangster ass, twenties I used to pinch pennies Only Gs, I dont fuck with no weenies My clique is sick, it expandin To outlaws, riders and bandits What you gon do When we coming to a hood near you? You know I used to come through with the tools and Glocks Party dont rock like it used to rock Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks I used to come through with the tools and Glocks Party dont rock like it used to rock Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks Whats beef? Cause beef is in the kitchen What you want dog? Im on a million-dollar mission How can you get it if you aint been through shit? Im just a seed that was planted by Ruthless My family tree is so G, we was cut from the cloth called LBC Crybaby, used to C-Walk at the park Pitbulls on a leash that would never bark Real love, real dubs, real saniacs Trip Locc, kinfolk, and Wayniac Peace to the deceased that passed away Duces n Trayz: The Old Fashioned Way What you gon do When we pull up in a hood near you? You know I used to come through with the tools and Glocks Party dont rock like it used to rock Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks I used to come through with the tools and Glocks Party dont rock like it used to rock Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks Yeah, certified official gangsta shit Unfiltered, like a pack of humps, nigga Detrimental to all and any that disrespect or deviate from the G calls Its either hog status or buster status It aint no in betweens You cant wake up and put this on, nigga Every breath you breathe gotta be committed to this shit Clappin niggas, tappin switches, mackin bitches Mansion business and stackin riches Its all a part of that lifestyle we created back in the days for the world to follow Gs up, forever The boss dogg an Tha General, front line and on the east side
Hungry kids in the crib, ma Pocket like its hot, pocket like its hot, pocket like its hot When the cravings got a hold of you Pocket like its hot, pocket like its hot, pocket like its hot And your munchies get a attitude Pocket like its hot, pocket like its hot, pocket like its hot I got the pockets in my arms, settin off smoke alarms And I eat them smokin hot cause I got it goin on Yo, Im a hot dude, with some hot dreams Gettin fired up, lettin off steam Everybodys showin love, Herbys in the tub Checkin applications for the Hot Pocket fan club Pepperoni pizza much better than some fish eggs Interior too hot, lets cool it off for a few secs Im runnin for the taste, that could be my phys ed Jumpin hot pockets, thats how you get ahizzead Yo, ? get the meaty-meats, winners get the cheesy eats The tag-team meal thats too hot for TV Get off my pockets, you gotta back up Yeah thats wassup, now sign the pre-nups Me and Hot Pockets is never gon split up You should think about it, take a second Hot Pockets, herb sauce I bring the heat, but yall knew that The big sauce boss, yeah I had to do that I keep it fired up, even when Im inside You take whats mine, then youre gonna have to run and hide He light em up so much that everybody talks They all wanna turn in his Hot Pockets box Two to the one-one, yup, three This Hot Pockets are so H-O-double-T Smoky tabs hittin that three thirty-three So bring your friends, we goin on a wild ride Herb sauce, tender meats heat up your inside So dont change the dizzle, turn it up a lizzle Got some cheesy drizzle, drippin on my shizzle Waitin on the brizzle, the prizzle, the gizzle Gs When the cheese hits your tongue youll scream, Fo shizzle Hungry kids in the crib, ma Pocket like its hot, pocket like its hot, pocket like its hot When the cravings got a hold of you Pocket like its hot, pocket like its hot, pocket like its hot And your munchies get a attitude Pocket like its hot, pocket like its hot, pocket like its hot I got the pockets in my arms, settin off smoke alarms And I eat them smokin hot cause I got it goin on
Rick Rock beats Im back like I never left In this motherfucker spitting rhymes til my last breath Snoop Dogg in the building, yes, yall Line em up, barber shop, fade em all Im watching the game from the halls of fame Im balling, mayne, I boss up back in this thang Believe me, bro, you wanna stick around and see the show See me go, Snoop Dogg, CEO Proceed to capitalize, Im back with my guys, slapping the five Making more hits to slap in your trunk They know this is gangsta funk Take your risk and get what you want Fuck with this, I figured he wont Figured they lying, Im a cold muthafucka, its getting chilly I didnt really wanna fuck him up and slap him silly So I ran that bitch-ass nigga up out the city Back up in the motherfucker, tell me how you feel now Either youre fake or youre plastic, its hard to keep it real now How many niggas you shot, how much money you got And do you really post up on the block? Not ordinary, it may vary I get my means by any means necessary Im on my shit, only boss niggas that Im with Still no talking from my bitch Slick nigga but dont slip You dont wanna be on the wrong side of that four-fifth Don Dada, want a lotta Niggas wanna fuck around with that gun shotta Ambitions of a rider Machiavelli tip, sitting back, let it rip Im on a private island, million on a trip Level up, niggas dont move til I tell em what it is Im bout to blow this whole label up, ya dig? I got a plan to change up the game, its big Listen close and follow me Im bout to tell you how its bout to be Check the game and the pedigree Im the same nigga from the Beach With more knowledge and more game, the best weed Real talk, nigga, preach Back up in the motherfucker, tell me how you feel now Either youre fake or youre plastic, its hard to keep it real now How my niggas you shot, how much money you got And do you really post up on the block? Not ordinary, it may vary I get my means by any means necessary Oh, yeah Oh, yeah Rick Rock Snoop Dogg, haha, CEO Thats right yall, that nigga is the CE— The what? The CEO Yeah, nigga Now let it ride
G is for the gang of money I make F is for the gang of fools I break U is for the undisputed champ N is cause you never gonna get the mic back K is for the niggas that I knock on they back Damn it feels good to see Long Beach on the map Til the day Im dead Im gon keep that shit real Now you niggas know G-Funks for real To those people who dont believe in G-funk Try to take my style and make a quick buck Heres a message to one and all Your pass is revoked And man Im havin a ball Any questions come and see me The king of G-Funk the one and only Congratulations you sound like Nate You took my old hook and got me paid Hey... G is for the gang of money I make F is for the gang of fools I break U is for the undisputed champ N is cause you never gonna get the mic back K is for the niggas that I knock on they back Damn it feels good to see Long Beach on the map Til the day Im dead Im gon keep that shit real Now you niggas know G-Funks for real Some people are nothin but clones Some people have styles of their own Some people are copycats These people cant get the mic back Can you feel me, one-hitter quitters? You cant copy me, Im one in a million Call any expert and you can ask him Copy machines cant copy platinum Hey... G is for the gang of money I make F is for the gang of fools I break U is for the undisputed champ N is cause you never gonna get the mic back K is for the niggas that I knock on they back Damn it feels good to see Long Beach on the map Til the day Im dead Im gon keep that shit real Now you niggas know G-Funks for real G is for the gang of money I make F is for the gang of fools I break U is for the undisputed champ N is cause you never gonna get the mic back K is for the niggas that I knock on they back Damn it feels good to see Long Beach on the map Til the day Im dead Im gon keep that shit real Now you niggas know G-Funks for real When you feel like some cavy G-Funk You need some music to bump in your trunk I got a baseline, a gangsta tune Put on the classics and your head will be movin soon Hey... Thats what G Funk means to me Its alright Thats what G Funk means to me Ya know Ya know
Lets forget where we are and whats goin on Lets forget who we are and who we know Why does it gotta be complicated, does it have to be? Come on baby we can escape, run away with me You like the way that I dress You love the things that I do You love the way we think Were approaching the brink but who cares The world is getting ablaze, yeah The world is getting ablaze, yeah Run away, run away with me Come and play, come and play with me Run away, yes do the day with me Lets escape, yes do the day with me Switch it up Lets forget who we were and wanted to be Lets forget who was there, trust me please Why does it gotta be complicated, does it have to be? They wont put their guns away, run away with me You like the way that I dress You love the things that I do You love the way I think Were approaching the brink but who cares The world is getting ablaze, yeah The world is getting ablaze, yeah Run away, run away with me Come and play, come and play with me Run away, yes do the day with me Lets escape, yes do the day with me I dont understand why do they live so violently Lets get closer to the sun, where were meant to be Why does it gotta be complicated, does it have to be? Come on baby no time to waste, run away with me You like the way that I dress You love the things that I do You love the way I think Were approaching the brink but who cares The world is getting ablaze, yeah The world is getting ablaze, yeah
I hate when a motherfucker come talkin to me about some shit that I aint tryna hear. Tellin me how to do my shit. You need do this, you need to do that What the fuck is you talkin about? I been doin this shit my way since I started this shit. The way I did this shit got my bank account to where it is. The way I did this shit got me to where the fuck Im at. So I aint tryna hear none of that shit you talkin about. Dont tell me shit. Nigga, what you talkin bout? If it aint what Im talkin, then why we talkin, nigga? If it aint what Im talkin, then why we talkin, nigga? If it aint what Im talkin, then why we talkin, nigga? Let me tell you somethin Its everybodys favorite crip cousin, Snoop Dogg Inductin these woop hoes as loopholes Death rowin them blue drawers, bitch niggas Good on both sides like switch hitters Snitches get stitches, send cliques to get niggas For you to smoke with me cuz, you need 6 figures Ask your bitch bout the dick, yeah, my shit glitter Nigga, what you talkin bout? If it aint what Im talkin, then why we talkin, nigga? If it aint what Im talkin, then why we talkin, nigga? If it aint what Im talkin, then why we talkin, nigga? Cause I done changed so many lives with my vibe Made sure my crips and my wroos all survive Long Beach throwin up Cs in my stores Hollywood store, Twin Towers with the boys, nigga Switchin bitches like I switch cars Lil homies on go, and keep the licks for us Walkin in the church, smellin like a lit forrest We still good cause a real one kept the shit goin Nigga, what you talkin bout? If it aint what Im talkin, then why we talkin, nigga? If it aint what Im talkin, then why we talkin, nigga? If it aint what Im talkin, then why we talkin, nigga? It dont stop, it dont stop We gon let this shit breathe right here, hold up I done made so much money, everybody gotta love me But that comes with the game, my nigga, hate it or love it So what we really talkin bout, if we aint talkin bout What Im talkin bout Cause what Im talkin bout got niggas hella bags Sophisticated crippin with the ghetto swag Three-piece suit with a black and a yellow rag, tied in a knot Rollin down the Laundro got my eyes on the opps Got my eyes on the cops, got my eyes on the block Fresh off stage, rich or broke loco, shit dont change Where Im from Nigga, what you talkin bout? If it aint what Im talkin, then why we talkin, nigga? If it aint what Im talkin, then why we talkin, nigga? If it aint what Im talkin, then why we talkin, nigga? Fuck outta my face with that shit, man Its what we do Right on, right on
Ay Dogg, let me holla atcha man Wuz up home? Word is on the streets, your beats gon be delicate Since Dre did shake the speas out, man Delicate? Beats? So thats what makes me now? Man, I dont give a fuck about no beat I got more niggas tryin to get at me than the President do sometimes Niggas be tryin to get at me cos I be droppin funky rhymes What the fuck is goin on? This rap game is made to make money You niggas is taking the shit outta hand, actin way too funny Doin too much, yknow I see it from the get-go What the fucks goin on wit you niggas, yall tryin to play a low pro And tryin ta be hard and tryin ta be big willies or whatever they call it I guess its time for me to act just like an alcoholic And step to the game, Im a stumble in like I dont know And if a nigga say somethin wrong, Im takin off from the get-go I aint givin no room to try to get me first Cos I done been bombed on before and Imma tell you, man, thats the worst Fifth in the world, but Imma keep my thang together Cos Imma keep makin money and hope everything is still together Havin papers, man, now what yall niggas doin? All yall broke on the corner Drinkin your drink, wanna be doin what Im doin But dont get mad and dont be tryin to play-hate Cos, uhh, takin trips around state to state Representin, uhh, what yall wanna represent But yall cant represent it cos yall got no dollars, no cents Im movin on, groovin on and Im movin Makin more moves than the average Cuban Tryin ta get Gs across the town, tryin ta make more hits And tryin ta get my game tight and get at your bitch Now if she wants to get with this, she gone come holla at a player, do Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce And she wants to jump in, bring a friend Cos everything is like alphabet, come on in Come on in and bring a friend and you can come on back Cos when you do, we gone be sippin on some Cognac Its on me, Im feelin good tonight Cos Imma do mines and Imma keep everything tight I aint lettin nothin leak cos if thangs leak, then Im get caught And I cant get caught cos you know how they do it about that child support Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who aint got his game tight Gettin 18-point-5 percent, half your life Shit, I love my baby boy and all But I aint gonna be payin no bitch, no no, no way Dogg Im too slick on my toes, Im too tight Im guaranteed to get away from some shit like dat, aint that right Cos, uhh, when you play in this game you got to be the real player You cant be no fake ass nigga talkin about you wanna be the man Cos if you aint with the game, the game aint gonna be wit you And I can put that on everything including you One of every five black males before the year 2000 Will be detained or deceased No justice, no peace Yeah the truth hurts, if youre scared, go to church Look here, but dont cut it, gettin five points Step back for a second, Im puttin less than five to this joint Hmm, if this is the bomb niggas gonna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics Niggas be trippin but Ill be pimpin I dont be trippin off no nigga at all, no bitches Just tryin to get money, I dont even be trippin off no switches I used to like low-riders but now I like Eastsiders I put it down wit me and make a hit maker, yknowhatImsayin? I love the Lakers now cos now they got Shaq ONeal Its time to make a million dollars and thats for real See we gone blow up and show up and throw up nuttin but Dogg Pound Guaranteed to put it down and well be round to your town So just sit in your seats and wait til we come through Until we do just keep smokin grey and blue Or whatever you do just stay true to what you do Cos we gone keep doin what the fuck we got to do Now, follow me now and listen to the instructions Cos the games gonna get deep now, niggas is tryin ta creep Tryin ta get up on game but they dont wanna be down with the PG All of a sudden everybody wanna dis DP Now, what we look like? Makin yall diss us, that aint right I should get upset but Imma stay composed Chill for a second, spit at some hoes Drinkin my drink, smokin my dank Countin my bank, uhh that shit stank Stanky bank is what I got cos Imma keep it And nah this aint no motherfuckin secret Yeah, were in drought season Niggas lookin for a reason Its like thanksgiving without the feast Yeah the truth hurts, were scared to go to church They got me runnin for my life, Im jumpin gates They got dogs on my ass, but Im a Dogg So I know how to alert and get wit dat shit The dog run up on me I give him a cold Like nigga back up off me He turn around and bite the police, hmm Game recognise Snoop Dogg too cold, Im on my toes I slide in the back of a garage, dippin with this ho They run right past me, ask me Have I seen the suspect? Yeah, he went that way, now for the jack
LA - heres to you For being the kind of place a man can do his due Out here the hippies skip, and they get their kicks Bumpin all night long, out on Sunset Strip... Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, players and pimps Wed like to welcome you all to Los Angeles, California - yessir (For being the kind of place a man can do his due Out here the hippies skip, and they get their kicks Bumpin all night long, out on Sunset Strip…) Run it down the line, Sunset and Vine Blew a half a zip by the Hollywood sign Scottie once said it gets better with time Eastside, Long Beach, but this LA County on minds Yeah, this is the sign of the times One of a kind, and this might blow your mind This aint no TV show, bow wow, yippie yo Standin on your tippy-toe, nigga here we, here we go Crenshaw Boulevard, everywhere niggas hard, Left em burnin on my aunties front yard Dont disrespect or disregard Shout out to the whole motherfuckin Crip card Dip hard, wreck hard, used to pop, lock You turn on the wrong street and you will get got Move through the city like fee-fi-fo Creep slow in a four, motherfuck 5-0 Look, Dogg Pound gangsters, we gotta dump off Unless you wanna hear that pump cough Watch who you talk on And watch the different streets you walk on I mob like a mobster Like a motherfuckin monster Dont make me approach you Contraband in my hand with the homes from the land With a plan to expand and leave with a hundred grand With my pistol in my hand, just me, Daz and… Big Snoop That nigga aint never kept out the loop Is this the way you livin? In this land of the unforgiven Man, be wary how you livin So let me show you where the fuck we livin The glamour, the lights, turn the city into the place you wanna be at Them Dogg Pound gangsters, yeah, yeah, we bizzack Four-figure raw to Pacific Palisades I counted kindly with culture, blow it in the fray Blind by the sun rays, I put on my locs Skirt that Sunset as I ride and smoke Im clockin 22 miles on that famous boulevard Echo Park, Silver Lake, never smoked in my car Treacherous and arrogance, yeah, its four lanes wide Esses, Asians, niggas, yeah, and One-Time History is stymied from... From prostitution to whole-sellin all that Live on Sunset strip with a black-and-white, blam, blam Pistol on the grip, yeah, takin others shit You see us as we ride by Exit 405, now this shit is gettin live, we in...
Six Oh, its been such a long, long time Looks like Id get you off my mind But I cant Just the thought of you Turns my whole world Nipsey Blue Six Oh, homie Just the mention of your name Makes me wanna, paint my game Listen to me, homie When I think of the things we used to do, ooh, ooh And my whole world turns Nipsey Blue Six Oh, oh, oh-oh, homie I should forget you Heaven knows I tried Homie When I say that Im glad were through Thats on myself, I know Ive lied Ive liеd, Ive lied Ooh, ooh, ooh Neighborhood Nipsey Six Oh, homie Its been such a long, long time Looks like Id get you, off my mind But I cant Just the thought of you , my love My whole world turns Nipsey Blue Six Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, homie Oh I cant Forget you My whole world turns Nipsey Blue Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, homie Oh I know My whole world turns Nipsey Blue Homie, homie, homie, homie, homie, homie Homie, I cant forget you My whole world turns Nipsey Blue
I got so much To love God for Say it again I got so much To love God for I love you for the cloudy days, yeah For the stars you send my way I got so much To love God for I got so much I got so much Oh lord, I believe I got so much I believe I got so much To love, to love, to love God I got so much Yes I do, to love To love God for I got so much Ooh To love God for I got so I got so much So much to love God for I love your fall My cloudy days For the time I couldnt even fall down on my knees and pray I got so much I got so much To love God for I got so much To love To love God for And I wake up early in the morning, yeah I got so much Ooh To love God for Somebody know what Im singing about to see I got so much I got so much To love God for When Im looking in a mirror, yeah I got so much I just gotta say, thank you Jesus To love God for I got so much So much love To love God for
Ive written a song That I hope is going to bring the world together Put down your guns and bombs And just make love forever Hes come to heal the world And make our nations calmer I am the Austrian Jesus He is the white Obama Wars just based on hate and fear Stop fighting North and South Korea Youre both basically Chinese And hes Brüno, dove of peace You are Brüno, dove of peace You are Brüno, dove of peace You are Brüno, dove of peace I have a dream for the third world: clean water, food and teaching In every village and every town, a place for anal bleaching We need to rid the world of hunger Im just like Bono except much younger He is only nineteen Ich bin Brüno, dove of peace Hey, hey, he gay, he gay. Ok
Hello, whats happenin? This Snoop Dogg What you doin? Oh serious, check this out Nigga fittin to come through there So um, leave that back door open so a nigga can come in there real slow Yeah You got a job, I got a life, you got a man, I got a wife Baby girl, baby boy, thats the way of the world It aint got back, cant get back You say it wont get back, shit I hope it dont get back Im creepin with you, sleepin with you Its gettin bad on a nigga, now Im beepin you too And meet me at the hot spot and work that skirt You know the blue one, the new one, girl you know the truth hurt Heart beatin while Im cheatin, trying to catch a nut Bad little bitch got a nigga caught up Im slidin in the rag top Chevorlet Got a nigga all out of bounds in West L.A Im tryin to find your grannys house, is your auntie house Well um, you know we sorta kinda burn it out You know I turn it out whenever Im in the mix Im creepin with my secret and thats how I wanna keep it, peep this If I hit this pussy you goin tell on me When I get this pussy you goin tell on me If I hit this pussy you cant tell on me When I get this pussy you goin tell on me If I hit this pussy you cant tell on me When I get this pussy you goin tell on me I met this thang named Juanika She stayed in Ingelwood and she knew Tamika Tamika and Juanika was tight like gloves I seen em Tuesday night hangin at the club I say whats up Tamika boo, whats up with you She said Mauseburg skandelous, nigga so fuck you Some bitches be lyin , most bitches be tryin To get a nigga caught up, thats probably why Im Gd up, boot up, to hit it and show I give it to you real baby, cant Jump in the Burg, lets swirve on the low key Windows tinted cause everybody know me You told on Mause, you told on Snoop And now you wanna tell on me, well woopty woop Put me up on game, your homie It was too much fun, hm, remember what you told me If I hit this pussy you goin tell on me When I get this pussy you goin tell on me If I hit this pussy you cant tell on me When I get this pussy you goin tell on me If I hit this pussy you cant tell on me When I get this pussy you goin tell on me No baby I aint with the bullshit I been fuckin you for two weeks and I aint seen no cashflow increase Youve been runnin your mouth, tellin your girls how Im fuckin you What I got in my house, the things I dont do for you Better be careful cause your girls wanna come too Gave Keisha her groove back, now I’m up in you And did you tell Tamika I was wondering why my homie baby momma was blowing up my beeper Yous a cold thang, I told you keep it on the DL And if I decide to hit it again its at the motel Tellin them broads about my furniture and jewels Work on my table and how holding my clientel Damn do it hit the spot As pretty as you is no more blessins for your trot But I might for the sake of my swipe Hit it like its supposed to be hit if the vibe is right tonight If I hit this pussy you goin tell on me When I get this pussy you goin tell on me If I hit this pussy you cant tell on me When I get this pussy you goin tell on me If I hit this pussy you cant tell on me When I get this pussy you goin tell on me It aint no fun if the homies cant have none Aint no big deal until that ho squeals Now I got to keep my fuckin woman from around that ho Take a fuckin rubber everywhere that I go Keep her from her family cause her cousin know She say she fuckin Nate but she cant prove it though Next time you cant come if you got a loud tongue I know I got a big dick, shouldnt loaned it to a trick This time you act like a nigga who just did a crime You got your ass busted now you facing time The moneys in the pack, its on the drivers side But nigga you was with it so when you be quiet Now you facin twenty all by yourself The nigga you was with man he rich as hell Even though this story is a fairy tail Act like you that nigga bitch and please dont tell If I hit this pussy you goin tell on me When I get this pussy you goin tell on me If I hit this pussy you cant tell on me When I get this pussy you goin tell on me If I hit this pussy you cant tell on me When I get this pussy you goin tell on me If I hit this pussy you goin tell on me When I get this pussy you goin tell on me If I hit this pussy you cant tell on me
Whassup nephew? Sittin here choppin game with my nigga Bad Azz Niggas get the misconception of us Cause we so cold at what we do But I really wanna let niggas know whats happenin though You feel me? Now I dont want anybody To get the wrong idea about me I dont have nothin to hide I want the world to see Im a gangsta gangsta Gangsta niggas do your dance Gangsta bitches wave yo hands See me, Im bout my money my paper Im bout my dollars Poppin collars with this mac and this slack and these two revolvers See we smoke and go hoein cause this bitch aint never shit to me And pussy stay sellin, so I never let it get to me The shit to me is simple, it relies on credentials We credible individuals, ahead of you we original Better known as criminals, thuggin off on the stereo Killin em on the radio, some of them wanna hate me though Fuck em cause they cant see me doe and here we go again The jealousy took me over success, just keep you slower While, you get nothin, we keep gettin more Pump pump the jam up, drop drop the top Hit hit the switch and smash down the block And oh yeah this Long Beach so you know when you see a nigga And dont never get the wrong idea nigga Holla at em Now I dont want anybody To get the wrong idea about me I dont have nothin to hide I want the world to see Im a gangsta gangsta Gangsta niggas do your dance Gangsta bitches wave yo hands I keep my khakis creased, hat tilted to the East On a bitch I remain the beast, none the least Police try to cuff me and stuff me in the back Of they patrol car, cause Im a former parole star With the cool name, this nigga heres a fool mayn Go on and do yo thang, gang-bang In the hood and in Hollywood Record company executives think its all to the good Get to showin me around they house, then he slide me in the back And had the nerve to try to buy me out, check this out mayn Im down with P, and D-R-E A real nigga from the motherfuckin L.B.C I just look like this, I stay down for the twist Im real with this, deep as abyss I gave you a pound, then I gave yo wife a kiss I had to dip cause yall was full of that bullsheeit - 3X Now I dont want anybody To get the wrong idea about me I dont have nothin to hide I want the world to see Im a gangsta gangsta Gangsta niggas do your dance Gangsta bitches wave yo hands {singing ad libs by KoKane to fade}
I met her in the club Then i said wassup I took her to the crib And you know I fucked And toot it and boot it Toot it and boot it Toot it and boot it Thats why I toot it and boot it Whoaaa ohhhh x3 First time i met her, i aint know She was a freak Now i give her a girlfriend when She want something to eat She likes her, i love us Them both my bitches nigga dont Touch we got an open relationship So i fuck with whoever i wanna fuck with Champagne pop The party it dont stop After the after party better ask Somebody than its back to the crib This the way i live She toot it then i boot it I chew a muthafucker chick, she know how i get down 2Pac i get around Give me California love right at back of my truck Haha She got a booty Yea, she got a booty booty She got a booty Yea she got a booty I think ill get like ask her for number Cause she know i got a girlfriend So i don´t even trust her Owww stacks on deck you know I got em gotta, gotta stay protected Pocket full of condoms I got a truck to take her back to the house Then i, then i beat it beat it up On the couch cause i can make it rain Baby money ain´t a thing Don´t bring your boyfriend to The club if your lame I think he go make you pay Im Mr. Young gangsta with a whole bunch Of swag i see girl in a cloud, with a whole Bunch of... ...go back to the pad And Nasty in a back Than i kicked her laugh hahahahh My nephew YG said Uncle Snoop Dogg I got a pack of broads and im Trying to hit them all Kick em out and hit them all Bounce till you ball, roll with the dog Blow my house till you fall Come a who, im a do im who Girl, im an icon Hit you in the dark with no light on With my ice on, put my Nikes on Now i´m soaring, pouring Made in America but im so pouring Lawin, miss me, hug me, dress me, love me, finess me Its best we keep it on the slide on my CM Throwing up the EAN B, C she with me I toot it and boot it Im suited then sootit Properly executed in front of Beauty, like Kobe you know me Im gooter than Luda always gonna shot
Well, youre caught, motherfucker Went to the studio, they said you werent there all day Still continue to lie I dont know why Im fuckin worried about it, you know what Im saying? But I fucked up Dont fucking come looking for me and shit If youre just gonna fuckin lie to me I dont understand whats going through your head You wanna be with other bitches, go be with other bitches You dont need to be with me, the fuck? Leave me the fuck alone Seems like wintertime in June After all weve been through Seems dark, its only noon All of our ups and down, weve changed Girl, I love you, ooh, forever I cant stand you, stand you never Girl, I just wanna lay and chill witchu Youre more than a summer fling and I was wondering Can we go back to makin love The way we did when I was fresh out? Ooh, baby Now you got a nigga stressed out I just wanted to be cool Seems like wintertime in June After all weve been through Seems dark, its only noon All of our ups and down, weve changed Girl, I love you, ooh, forever I cant stand you, stand you never Girl, you say I just wanna hang out with my crew But, girl, you know Im hustlin to bring you everything But you act like it aint enough I gave a fuck but now Im fresh out Ooh, baby Now you got a nigga stressed out I just wanted to be cool Seems like wintertime in June After all weve been through Seems dark, its only noon All of our ups and down, weve changed Girl, I love you, ooh, forever I cant stand you, stand you never Wintertime with my baby Its cold, bring that thang close to me like were supposed to be Can we go back to makin love? But aint no condom left, Im fresh out We can have a baby and figure the rest out I just need you to be cool Seems like wintertime in June After all weve been through Seems dark, its only noon All of our ups and down, weve changed Girl, I love you, ooh, forever I cant stand you, stand you never Wintertime With my baby Wintertime in June I just need you to be cool
I drink I smoke Bitch I go harder sippin on patron till it taste like water I drink I smoke And who the fuck care smoking on this kush till it taste like air I drink I smoke I drink I smoke Bitch I go harder sippin on patron till it taste like water I drink I smoke And who the fuck care smoking on this kush till it taste like air I drink I smoke Can ya can ya get me high Im feeling like im floating through the friendly skies Babay baby can ya fix me something nice with ice Over seas with some g;s doing what I like Repremendo, full a indo Blowing like im suppose to blow Lil joe from cocamo all he do is toke and blow Comfortable, knock a ho, mix cra and vodka tho Make her lock her do cause im so viable eatable likeable Yadada fiend got what I need burn On our ps and our cs we got trees to burn So listen up grab your bottle lift it up Grab that blunt and blaze it up You know why… I drink I smoke Bitch I go harder sippin on patron till it taste like water I drink I smoke And who the fuck care smoking on this kush till it taste like air I drink I smoke Hi hi man I feel so high Why they call it high when I be feeling so goodbye Im smoking on that shit yo mama told you never try Im drinking on that shit that make you wanna tell a lie You can say im gone when im on that patron And I brought a zone of kush You might just need a cushion to zone They can say its wrong when the day is long And we don’t wanna go home we wanna get fucked up to our favorite songs I drink I smoke Bitch I go harder sippin on patron till it taste like water I drink I smoke And who the fuck care smoking on this kush till it taste like air I drink I smoke Drunk drunk man I feel so drunk Baby I don’t really dance but I can beat it like a drum I stumble out the club being greeted by the sun And really fuck a pound cause I get weed in by the ton She wants to rock so I just popped the siroc Watch ill bet by 5 o’clock the panties drop on the dot Baby don’t you stop go up and down like the stocks I got so high I ended up at the top I drink I smoke Bitch I go harder sippin on patron till it taste like water I drink I smoke And who the fuck care smoking on this kush till it taste like air I drink I smoke
Rick Rock Kid Dock West Hip Hop Are you ready for some football? Ladies and gentlemen Yeah, haha, uh Down in Mississippi and New Orleans Big Snoop Dogg got a mad new league The team is off the hook and you dont really want none But if you do, come and get some See, tell your mama and tell your daddy Now tell the whole damn world this is Madden territory Tell your mama and tell your daddy Now tell the whole damn world this is Madden territory Come get some if you want some But you aint bad enough So you cant take none Im big Snoop Dogg And Im the only one And when it comes to Madden All yall fools my sons, haha Back up off me and watch you lose Snoop Dogg is on the mic, Im giving Madden boom And if you choose to run up on me, you gon get laid down so fast Cause I can get you with the run or I can hit you with the pass I cant be touched and I cant be steamed Roll your ass up, when Im in a mud, leave Too old, too old, Madden time for you suckers We all cant get close, so why you wanna touch us? Cause my team is so hard, my team is legit Madden 20, Snoop Dogg is the shit, now get it I got cleats on my feet, jersey on my back Helmet on my hair, ready to attack like that Down in Mississippi and New Orleans Big Snoop Dogg got a mad new league The team is off the hook and you dont really want none But if you do, come and get some See, tell your mama and tell your daddy Now tell the whole damn world this is Madden territory Tell your mama and tell your daddy Now tell the whole damn world this is Madden territory Come and get some if you want some But you aint bad enough So you cant take none on big Snoop Dogg And Im the only one And when it comes to Madden All yall fools my sons, haha Back up off me and watch you lose Snoop Dogg is on the mic, Im giving Madden boom And if you choose to run up on me, you gon laid down so fast Cause I can get you with the run or I can hit you with the pass I cant be touched and I cant be steamed Roll your ass up, when Im in a mud, leave Too old, too old, Madden time on you suckers We all cant get close, so why you wanna touch us? Cause my team is so hard, my team is legit Madden 20, Snoop Dogg is this shit, now get it Go, go, go, go Big Snoop Dogg, its in the game
Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes All world class Kid Rock, motherfucker, no, I isnt no Fuck bitches dry, fuck them on the rag Tag their toes, check off my list Hoes get fucked, they dont get kissed A simplistic pimp, getting much respect Ill fuck your mouth and leave your ass in debt Jet set the country on the world purse Just to show you how a real pimp works Remove your shirt, show me them titties Ill drive my dick right through your twin cities Around your bends, over your curves and ass Park it in your mouth till I run out of gas Snoop Dogg, I got the sex rhymes, say what Snoop Dogg, I got the sex rhymes, what you say Snoop Dogg, I got the sex rhymes, say what All world class, well It isnt nothing like black pussy on my dick Word to your momma and your sister, bitch I play hoes like a motherfucking football game I pull my dick out and then say its good yall came Yall did your thing, worked a nigga from front to back In the Bill Clinton presidential cadillac We smoked a sack, the bitches couldnt handle that Blew out my brains and left no stain I cant complain, shit, its all done with game I fucked so many hoes, I cant remember their names But it isnt about that, bitch, I really doubt that Just turn the lights out and put my dick where your mouth at Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes Snoop, I got the presidential sex rhymes Im on a private jet out of J-F-K Sipping a vex, feeling a-o-k Looked across the aisle and who did I see Bill motherfucking Clinton sitting next to me We kicked it, talked, had a couple of laughs The stewardess walked up, asked us for our autographs I thought I was mack and I gave her two free shirts Bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt So I stuck five, and that made ten Shit, two roosters and only one hen Billy winked at me, it was all too sweet We tag-teamed that freak at thirty-thousand feet, haha Yeah, thirty-thousand motherfucking feet flying high, ooh Kid Rock and And we thought we does it the most in the coast Shit, we got the sex rhymes, hold it, hold it Let me see if you got some gangsta shit, homey Cause if you do, Im a kick something for you A little something like this Beat changes Oh shit, some gangsta shit All I need is a gangsta bitch Because gangsta shit is all I kick I fucks with a black, brown or a white chick Bitch you can act like you arent with the shit Im here to strip a bitch, and cold pimp a bitch Looking for love in all the wrong places Looking for love, fuck love, its two races Smoking it up in too many places Busting a nut in too many bitches faces Well, Im Kid Rock, got pussy galore You might get a lot of pussy, I gets much more Got scores of whores, and macks know whats up Yous a player, nope, Im a flat-out slut Got what you came for, yes indeed Ecstasy and a sea of weed Got a seed to plant in a field of crack I wear my cowboy hat and be your farmer Jack You can hold my sack while I pack your bag You can rub my back while I tap your keg One leg on the dash and one on the floor Ill pop a cork in your ass and make you scream for more Money, hoes, tits and asses We got the goods and the bullshit pass us We got whatever you need , I got pounds of weed
Yo, Unc you wasnt lyin bout these muhfuckin cookies, cuz All this money Im makin They thinkin Mason, but I aint Pappy Yo Unc, as clean they come, fuck it, my braids nappy My older bitch wanted to kick it, I put on Rick James gladly Range or the same caddy, got there with the same navi Im up early at the crack of dawn, movin like a mackathon Uncle Snoop in the coupe, regroup stoop bag up on Bad bitch twistin my locks, Jack in the box Do it major, slang my flavor as I stayed on the block They raided the spot, Im hot, devilish features, but heaven sent Pimp shit, mink to the floor, my bitch in leopard print I dont trick paper on your chick, somethin I never spent Just me and Snoop, twin drop coupes, cookies the medicine Sky walk in the everglades, cuz, Im forever paid Cut from a different cloth, I guess Im a renegade Drinkin Crip juice with a splash of some lemonade We on Daytons and we skatin like a icecapade Gelato we can light for days, on God Im a boss now Uptown nigga, I was up in Harlem knockin Dogg Pound Used to the water nobody get nervous if its sharks round Chains glow in the dark now, foreigns, I hardly walk now Used to run, now I walk, all the cases I done fought All the bud that I done bought, and all the bitches that they thought That they could get a piece of my establishment Looky here bitch, I aint havin it If I blast the shit, watch the opp do a backward flip My Backwood lit, F&N got a plastic grip Had an advantage in the trap was good at math and shit Used to bag up to Doggystyle, you cant imagine this Its like a, action flick, with the mackin pimp The rap I spit will hit you like a tag and split Bag the fit, blue rag, sag for this You mad as shit, my nigga East bagged ya bitch Got blue diamonds, blue hoodies, feel like I could never Crip enough Unc put on for years, who am I to fuck tradition up? Dont even trip nephew, just clean the kitchen up And keep it Cripn for life, never switchin up, yeah Real talk From Dogg Pound to Uptown Real shit You cant spell West without the ES You know what it is Real hustlers, real Cripn Shout out to my nigga Mars MyGuy, for hookin up this motherfuckin beat Yo East, I told you when you hit the motherfuckin LAX, touch down, nigga Cause I got that bubblegum That real shit, that real Crip shit You what Im talkin bout That hubba bubba, that blue bubblegum, cuz You cant get it no where but here, for real though Have a little bit of that Crip juice, with a splash of lemonade And a bubblegum Backwood, and you gon be aight You understand me, yeah, East
You thought it was gone, but its on once again Light up the chronic, while I take a couple of sips of the gin Is it, is it Dre? If it, if its you Back on track as we roll like a 7-8 coupe De Ville, you chill on the funk cause Guess what? We still loccin up So those who oppose will get smacked up nicely By the smooth macadamian whos awfully sheisty Some thinking that I would switch, but I’m never to ever switch Still clockin the grip and I give a fuck about a bitch, baby I gotta have it you see, and so does my diggy-dog The motherfucking Doctor D-R-E Im still Slauson Cause Im the boss and Say they flossin Cause it’s costin Every baddest bitch who wants to get broke off Thats how I do it, get into it With the fluid, and I thought you knew it Doing it like this and doing it like that And, uh, when it comes to gats but I aint have but no Why try to put up a fight when I can just grab my chrome and put it to your dome? Only make ya day, so before you start a gang Would you ask your stank about my bang of the slang Cause thats what youre dealing with My 9 double-m, thats what I kill em with If you keep coming at the Doc like hes Fucking with Dre, you’ll be pushing up daisies Niggas who talk shit really dont Cause aint nothing but a G thang Now Gs, not BGs, but OGs What about the women Snoop? bitch, please I aint got time to be sucker for a ho Even if she giving up dope Yo ho, no Your love is so out of reach You mustve forgot that I was born and raised in Long Beach Where the hoes come a dime a dozen You start fronting on the pussy then I fucked your cousin I aint buzzin Imma get mine straight up Im still Doggy Dogg Throwin the pussy at a nigga like me Cause I’m shakin ‘em, bakin’ ‘em, takin’ ‘em, fakin’ ‘em Making em brake they selves, G And your pooh-butt nigga bet nine trips So you know I got a grip on my shit And Ill bust a cap if he approaches me Just to let him see how a real motherfuckin G Can turn into murderer with just one switch Die for your ugly-ass bitch Now youre put to rest and theres no coming back As I go about my life just to show you where its at So get a glimpse of a pimp who kicks back Its still like this and like that And you say that Im crazy But aint nuthin but a G thang baby For one of forty-four ways The motherfuckin D-R-E is getting paid Cause I fade, the shits made, I lay real shit Never let no motherfucker feel shit Thats something Dre can never deal with I dont want no motherfuckin bitches on my roster Cross the road when you know were gonna cross ya You dont want no problems then So get my motherfuckin nuts rocks So whats the deal? As I reveal The true feeling that I know you wanna feel Still do it like a motherfuckin nigga for life If you flipping with your bitch then Ill be fucking your wife They call me Dre but also the notorious Dre G, thats why Im always holding my gun Gun days that went months and soul blunts That made it back fat On top of that, they dont know where my stash at Yo, so business was as usual Aint no trippin because I know you know what I do to you The O-N-E, the A-N-D-R-E Youll never make it to tomorrow If, you come at me like Im crazy Take a look at how the streets straight raised me And how your whole motherfuckin city plays me Cause aint nothing but a G thang
Big Snoop Dogg Walking on air Like a shot through my heart, such a fool boy How you spin me down Show me all the stars in your world boy, circling around But I cant let go cause I want you so And baby, Ima hold you tight If you just say so, Ill be falling in your arms tonight Higher, wanna fly Wanna fly Higher, high, wanna fly Wanna fly Feels like Im walking on air Feels like Im flying Feels like Im walking on air Feels like Im flying Walking on air Only you, ya know, ya know how to make it right When ya came in and taught me what love is all about, yeah Got to be at your level Make the world freeze Baby, we can do it better Take a pic, stop I got it, you got it, we got this I know you want it tonight Flown around, we got the day We take down the lights Promise you to keep it real and show you what is right Higher, wanna fly Wanna fly Tonight were going high Higher, high, wanna fly Wanna fly Higher Feels like Im walking on air Feels like Im flying Feels like Im walking on air Feels like Im flying Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh Tonight were going high Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh Mind bind, eye to eye Talking, walking in the sky Yeah, yeah what a player Cloud 9 in the air Elevator, celebrator This feels good to me Love is peace, see to see Heart to heart, you and me Whats it gonna be What you want me to I just got to find some time and space to be with you Taste the aroma, all on own, yeah G is the word, free as the birds Snooping down, Snoop in town Blasting off from the cloud Feels like Im walking on air Feels like Im flying Feels like Im walking on air Feels like Im flying Woah oh, woah oh, woah oh Woah oh, woah oh, woah oh Walking on air Anise K Big Snoop Dogg Walking on air, yeah Higher
Its somethin about the West Coast, that makes me thank the East Eastside! Eastside! And somethin about the West Coast, that makes me bang the beat Help me sing it Do you wanna roll, in my six fo? And have some fun baby, lets have some fun Oh, well get low and thats for sho And hop on dubs, baby, and have some fun Now check us out From when I met you at the roller rink Cotton candy with her Shasta drink Braced with caress that were white and pink All the kissing we did, was on the cheek Remember, like yesterday Wed hop on our bikes and just ride away Knew youd be mine some how, some day And Ima say I do Do you wanna roll, in my six fo? And have some fun baby, lets have some fun Oh, well get low and thats for sho And hop on dubs, baby, and have some fun Now check us out! Three, bottles of Moe, doe, models fa sho We havin a good time avoidin one time Layin in the sunshine its all gravy Dipped it, hit a switch, whats crackin baby? Ride with me slide with a double-oh, sip on this moemoe Get your bubble on, bring your girlfriends All yall can come along Cause well be doin this all summer long In the Cadillac beatin up some Battlecat Dogg youse a fool baby lemme handle that Oh you dont drink so you dont think You aint gon win you dont speak, you aint no freak Cause I can turn you, learn you and burn you up Gimme the cup sit down and shut up! I be damned we done run outta Mo again Here we, here we go again Do you wanna roll, in my six fo? And have some fun, baby, lets have some fun Oh well get low and thats for sho And hop on dubs, baby and have some fun Now check us out I gotta Chevrolet, white walls and them Twenty inch thangs in the coupe with Snoop Gettin juiced orange juice top down And feel the sun rays feelin kinda good right know Right around my hood right now Lookin for somethin to do like a barbecue Its too hot to be in the house A little bit of music and a couple of babes A little bit of drank and a game of Spades Take your kids to your mamas house Sure know what Im talkin bout, its about to go down Do you wanna roll, in my six fo? And have some fun, baby, lets have some fun Oh, well get low and thats for sho And hop on dubs, baby, and have some fun Now check us out Aight aight, I admit Im type picky Take trips to Cali, strictly for the sticky Ima get get it crunk anywhere I go Why you smooth haters actin like yall dont know From barbecues to bar mitzvahs O.G.s crack the O.E. while they listen to me Cris on the table, chronic in the air Come on pass that shit like thats that shit We doin Battlecat pump this in the Sony The Bee showin love to the westside homies Give you somethin you can feel, real recognize the real... Cause its, cause its somethin bout the East Coast That makes us wanna squeeze mo For those that dont think that we ride We gon show you how we do the damn thing We gon show you how we do Do you wanna roll, in my six fo? And have some fun, baby, lets have some fun Oh, well get low and thats for sho And hop on dubs, baby, and have some fun Do you wanna roll, in my six fo? And have some fun, baby, lets have some fun Oh, well get low and thats for sho And hop on dubs, baby, and have some fun Now check us out Do you, do you wanna, roll, roll your whip, gently down the street With the DPG, S-N-double-O-P, R.L., and the Queen Bee Do you wanna roll?
Guess whos back in the motherfucking house With a fat dick for your motherfucking mouth Hoes recognize, niggas do too Hoes recognize, niggas do too Guess whos back and Im working on the clock - say bro Its crooked I, got em jerking on the block - they know The coupe Prego, convertible the top - aiyoo Your goons lay low, I murder with a Glock - fatal Id rather fuck with some bitches But these haters love drama, guess it comes with the riches And all my thugs with the business In the club witcha misses Love the hugs and the kisses My rap money in my right hand My trap money in my left hand You can get married to crime, Ill be the best man Im in and out of the game Proud of the power that came You cowards out of your brain Uhh, Scram Jones is bringing the speaker crack out Stop the beat, Long Beach! Bring it back now Guess whos back in the motherfucking house With a fat dick for your motherfucking mouth Hoes recognize, niggas do too Hoes recognize, niggas do too Guess whos back in the motherfucking house With a fat dick for your motherfucking mouth Hoes recognize, niggas do too Hoes recognize, niggas do too Yeah, hoes recognize, niggas do too - really A few - milli; the boy hustle too silly And new giddy, some real dudes move with me Goon city, Bad Boy, new Diddy Rrah! Rrrah! What the bloodclaat? I wanna see that ass popping when the drums drop Rrrah! Rrah! Keep your guns cocked My Cali niggas smoking kush till they lungs stop Illegal money in my right hand But legal money in my left hand Look at the ice on my hype man Thats C.O.B., we at the check stand And tell the fans eat a dick My grind is sick with it Im just trying to be legit Im a rider, Im the kind you need to get Im the guy to lead the ship Im just trying to be the shit Guess whos back in the motherfucking house With a fat dick for your motherfucking mouth Hoes recognize, niggas do too Hoes recognize, niggas do too Guess whos back in the motherfucking house With a fat dick for your motherfucking mouth Hoes recognize, niggas do too Hoes recognize, niggas do too Guess whos back in the motherfucking house illin A wild villain, fresh to death, my style killin Drought fillin, new Ferrari without ceilin Your souse willin, my dicks in her mouth chillin Youre now fucking with the braveheart When you hear pow pow, thats my trademark I gotta get it for my homies in the graveyard I hear em yelling Crook, you better hit the game hard Label money in my right hand Under-the-table money in my left hand Build a small fortune with my grind man But Rubin and Simmons was smarter cause they built Def Jam Inspire me to take bigger steps Fans rather see me shoot guns on the internet Rappers beefing in public, wheres the intellect? Talking bout killing each other, why you aint did it yet? Guess whos back in the motherfucking house With a fat dick for your motherfucking mouth Hoes recognize, niggas do too Hoes recognize, niggas do too Guess whos back in the motherfucking house With a fat dick for your motherfucking mouth Hoes recognize, niggas do too Hoes recognize, niggas do too Guess whos back in the motherfucking house With a fat dick for your motherfucking mouth Hoes recognize, niggas do too Hoes recognize, niggas do too Guess whos back in the motherfucking house With a fat dick for your motherfucking mouth Hoes recognize, niggas do too Hoes recognize, niggas do too
For those of you that dont have anything to believe in This song right heres for you Im here to tell you the power of somebody I know personally Listen to me There is power Glory, faith and strength In Jesus If you enjoyed waking up with that food on your table, say amen If you enjoyed putting money in your pocket, say amen If you know God is able to cure anything, say amen If you know that hes able and willing to cure you, say amen There is power Glory, faith and strength In Jesus Dont you enjoy waking up in the morning, period Say yeah And I know you gotta love when youre sick, and the doctor say it aint serious, say yeah It could be worse, you could be hurt, living in the streets, under a bridge Dont shoot the messenger, just tell it like it is Im sorry yall, Im just telling it like it is Im just speaking my mind on behalf of the Lord And I wanna let you know, you need to get on your knees and pray and thank Him for everything, no matter what situation There is power Glory, faith and strength In Jesus
Josey Wales was known for robbin trains and banks Layin everybody down for diamond rings and chains It remains the same in the year you live in, see Cause if I pull out some heat, nigga, youll go kick in And thats just the rules set by the fool from the ol school When its time to duel, you get two men Two heaters, one street, one clock And when it strike twelve one of yall gon drop If youre quick on the draw Youre gon see the morgue But if youre too slow I catch you on the downlow Oh no, you mean The Kid, shits real I aint no John Wayne, these niggas gangbang The Four Horsemen, thats the click Im wit You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers Yeah, were on a mission ta Kansas, slippin thru Texas We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes Bacon and eggs, and then we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg Hop back on the horses, enforcers of courses The niggas in black, the fearless Four Horsemen Searchin for this location on the map The gold rush, baby, got ta have it It feels just like its 1865 And a trigger look-a-day is how I ride On and on and on its more strange Time to heat, shootin range Quick with the heat on their hip Young Jesse James come to test your aim I seen you at th e Wild Horny Corral I hearda ya name Tha forcify, nigga you aint never lie Besides Im in the mood so at high noon we ride From coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach My disciples with rifles lethal in whole posts The off-the-rocker roller coaster On a six-shooter holster With DPG on every Wanted poster Let me think about which bank to gank Which fellow ta shoot and which teller to shank I want all the shit you got in stacks Attached to this skirt in the corner So I snatched the bitch in the back The Dogg in me feels for the lust But the hogg in me makes me wanna bust Back to the drawin down board Nowadays we drawn down more To survive thru all the round wards Battle up or saddle up and shake the scene Or getcha pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen I cant help it, Im heartless, ya cant hack it With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket Like that cock back Quick to pull my strap Just to put the Horsemen on the map Born is Doggystyle, individual, James got the hots I got the six shots for all the plans and plots I gots lots o cash stashed in money bags Worthy workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags I got stacks so my stacks excell Hop in the coach wit my twelve Clydesdales and bells Im on the move, smooth, to my decoy horse A 30-30 on my side to shoot a nigga o course It aint no stoppin young Josey Box all the nosey Headed to the saloon with my platoon where all the hoes be Left a dusty trail, bailed in swell Gold spurs on the Gators, set back the clientele Oh well, for the recop I drop my bet Divide between my homies and ride the sunset Two sacks o money from the train heist They aint even counted it up Just mounted it up Rode west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster Pass thru a run-down town whose walls hold my poster Closer I get ta death which is every second makes me sweat So I gotta have what I can get Heard word about the gold rush and headed West On my white horsey with three straps in my napsack Giddy up, the next town I rode thru I had to threaten to blow their city up Undebts with Chief Black, caught five miles west Sell us some beads and hail us some weed He offered me a toke He didnt have a 20 he had they peace-pipe smoke I almost choked Break him for the get, right, Im off into the sunset Tryin ta reach my destiny fast Its these two bags o cash 44s cocked I aint makin no mo stops Till I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dot I slid off my boots, counted my loot Five minutes after the strike of midnight I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept tight (At the gold rush, at the gold rush At the gold rush, at the gold rush At the, at the, at the)
Ahh-haaa Get your motherfuckin glass, cus its a blast from the past You didnt think we gon touch ya two times nigga Gin and Juice up in this bitch, yahhh Some of that Beats By the Pound flavor, you feel me Get your ice, get your cups, Cus we about to get fucked up in here Yah , Straight up, Uhmm , Yah Im still smokin, driftin, swifter than a motherfucker Twisted off a cup of that ole ignat juice Heated in the seat cup fulla drank Beatin up the block in the dark blue tank Bullet proof vest on my chest for the cause Dig in my draws for dem muthafuckin laws Harrassin a nigga, blastin a nigga I aint seen shit, so why you askin nigga Im too fucked up off that G-I and juice C-I get loose, nigga what chall wanna do I got a crew, but I choose to roll solo Especially on Sundays dippin in my low-low Convertible top spot for the Glock I aint fuckin with the hen dogg, so toss out the sauce hot Put my shit on three wheels for thrills I hit a corner and make sure my drink dont spill, thats real Rollin down the street, with heat Drankin, trees, sittin on Ds Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin, I keep my eyes on my enemies Rollin down the street, with heat Drankin, trees, sittin on Ds Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin, I keep my eyes on my enemies Now trip dis, Im on Interstate 10 fuckin with this Creole She say she knows NINO, stop lying Cup of that Gin and Juice, I blank a bitch out Then turn the bitch out, look here Aint no need for you be wastin my time See I picked you up, now Imma stick you up, and dick you up! And give you what you need And then bring you back down to reality With that California weed, she seemed trouble at first And then it got worse, cause now I got my hand up and down her mini-skirt Twerkin that shit while Im ridin up the highway Doin it my way, the hella highway, the fly way Swervin in another lane, tryin to maintain And baby girl steady takin dick to the brain Left no stain, cause she swallowed it up Then she wanted to take a puff I said Look here bitch you done had enough Rollin down the street, with heat Drankin, trees, sittin on Ds Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin, I keep my eyes on my enemies Rollin down the street, with heat Drankin, trees, sittin on Ds Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin, I keep my eyes on my enemies Somebody say, I wanna get fucked up Come on, now Everybody say, I wanna get fucked up YAH I popped by the ice cream shop To cop something, pop something, ya heard me Wheres Serv-B, nigga well serve me Since you got that big bad ass dank Nigga you know Im known for havin that big ass bank Tryin to buy all your dope, cause youre a smoker Ill find that indo weed even when Im on the East Coast Cause times gettin hard on the boulevard But I refuse to lose by a zip of that backyard Lil Jimmys sent me something, I need to cop something Got Some , I know you got some Nigga stop frontin, get at your boy Hook it up like Master P Or would it be a tragedy, ya feel me, the best weed nigga Rollin down the street, with heat Drankin, trees, sittin on Ds Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin, I keep my eyes on my enemies Rollin down the street, with heat Drankin, trees, sittin on Ds Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin, I keep my eyes on my enemies Biach Trade mark
What it was, fool What it used to be Its the Planes and the Taylor Gang Bitches sliding off they wedding rings Uncork the champagne She just wanna ride with a G She remember what it was She remember what it used to be But somewhere along the lines She fucked up and realized she lost her seat and now She just wanna ride with a G She just wanna ride with a G Fresh out the time machine, I step Mercedes Benz SL5, garage kept I play the field with stiff arms and side steps Bitches with whom Ive slept solidify my rep Her baby doll eyes watered up, as she wept When I mention my intentions were to step Beast I be, her friends tell her not to speak to me Weve got history, I know I still can beat Fool, and women Ive been with know its true No matter what I got going, saw me with my mang thang Still got my number she texting my phone She just wanna ride with a G I cant knock her for fucking with these imposters Lower case Gs, little mes Them niggas picking sticks and seeds outta they weed My bud covered in fuzz but not surrounded by the police She remember what it was She remember what it used to be But somewhere along the lines She fucked up and realized she lost her seat and now She just wanna ride with a G She just wanna ride with a G Playa, play ya, lay ya, spray ya On the real, loco, I should be the mayor Compassionate writer, fly to a spider Scope on me tough like a sniper, viper My cipher is Gs, no fleas, green trees No seeds, oh please, we press, we ease Artistically in a midst of me, Im mystically and magical The weight I form the group Makes a move I mean, cause my shit is like classical It blows my mind and I know, this new diamond I quote Its worth about a meal ticket, baby Is ya down to come get it? Cause my seat is unoccupied West coast living, is you down to ride? We can take ya to the spot maybe, but its hot baby From the bottom all the way to the top, baby You with the Boss Dogg, that it is See, Im bout the currency with urgency, can ya dig? She remember what it was She remember what it used to be But somewhere along the lines She fucked up and realized she lost her seat and now She just wanna ride with a G She just wanna ride with a G
Okay, out here in Cali Smoking on this green that look like Luigi I got my Fiji, Im finna take your girl to the water Dis finna be a breeze! Yard full of grass, raking up dough Still on my shit who Im makin it fo? House on the hills with the lake in the fron Old ass nigga should be takin it slow So what? No, what yo cut aint mine Nigga get up off my line Im back to the basics Tracing shit Gangbang nigga with the basic shit Real P.I. with amazing spits So I never ever never have to chase a bitch Dig it, and I came wit it And your only hoe might get it, admit it Locked in, locked out Talk shit, get socked out See, these is Gs And this is finna be a breeze Yeah, music, please Dis finna be a breeze And my keys And my trees Dis finna be a breeze Yeah Dis finna be a breeze Music please And my keys And my trees Picture me sitting in my throne alone L.B.C. yeah Im on the moon Zone to zone, Ill roam in Rome Solid as a rock, etched in stone Retriever, retriever Catch the bone Big dog, baby The rest are clones Bass go boom with the baritone Clearing shit up like a claritone Im really home, Im barely gone Look at my eyes, Im really blown Peoples is ready for me to rap But I just took a whole bone to the neck No sweat on the set Sprinter van to the jet Yeah, music, please Dis finna be a breeze Yeah, music, please Dis finna be a breeze And my keys And my trees Dis finna be a breeze Yeah Dis finna be a breeze Music please And my keys And my trees coughing Fuck, whatchu got me on? I thought dis was finna be a breeze You got me on my knees begging God, please For my soul back Im fried!
Yo, this next record right here, is a dedication This dedicated to those, whove come to an end Quit like Gladys Knight... You know neither one of us wants to be the first one to say goodbye So, hopefully this record will help you get to the conclusion, ya dig? I love this girl but I dont know about her .As a matter of fact, I could go without her But she got my daughter, I dont know why I bother To try to make it work when she make it so harder Wake up and break up and do the same thing tomorrow I get tired of fightin, I feel no sorrow For you, to keep it movin in that Monte Carlo Thats what I get for fuckin with a video model Waste of time, waste of time, waste of time Go your way and Ill go mine Im alright, Im alright, Ill be alright Go your way and Ill go mine You dont love me, you just love my Doggystyle I used to put it on yo ass, you aint had it in a while Instead of crackin smiles, youd rather cramp a nigga style You act too wild, I wont walk you down the aisle What you thought? Yeah, we could chill, we could talk When I look you in your eyes I no longer see sparks So its, best we go our seperate ways and stay apart No more me and you boo, I done had a change of heart Waste of time, waste of time, waste of time Go your way and Ill go mine Im alright, Im alright, Ill be alright Go your way and Ill go mine Waste of time, waste of time, waste of time Go your way and Ill go mine Im alright, Im alright, Ill be alright Go your way and Ill go mine Im not sayin I dont got love for you But Im not in love with you Im not sayin I dont got love for you But Im not in love with you And feels like such a... Waste of time, waste of time, waste of time Go your way and Ill go mine Im alright, Im alright, Ill be alright Go your way and Ill go mine Waste of time, waste of time, waste of time Go your way and Ill go mine Im alright, Im alright, Ill be alright Go your way and Ill go mine Sorry it had to end this way But uh, it is what it is Im alright, dont worry about me Im cool, ha ha, yeah You go your way and Ill go mine Real talk, Im cool, I aint even trippin Imma roll out with Raphael Yeah, fo sho, Imma roll with him Im cool, you go your way, I go mine I guess Ill see ya next lifetime See ya, wouldnt wanna be ya
Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars shit Check this out Nigga 20 dollars to my name Deep in this dice game I dust off my knees I fucked off two gs Nothing left to do, but buy some shells for my Glock Why? so I can rob every known dope spot Im having hard times, grit, and grind Shit Im trying to get mine Aint nothing to lose plus Im living on the frontline Its a cold twist the way that shit goes Gotta keep your hands on some motherfuckin fetty yo And keep a down bitch for when your money run out And get you gun out And shootem up til they come out Im blowing in the wind It feels good my friend Silkk brought the Gin & Juice and my nigga chipped in Im amongst killers with a dub in my pocket loc A drug dealer at the same time I love to smoke But if I wasnt in this rap game Would a nigga Snoop Dogg have 20 dollars to my name Now 20 dollars to my name in this game of drugs And the only thing we now is gan bangers and thugs If my yale dont sell how shall we proceed Because we cant slang the urb Cause we smoke too much weed Now 20 dollars to my name in this game of drugs And the only thing we now is gan bangers and thugs If my yale dont sell how shall we proceed Because we cant slang the urb Cause we smoke too much weed I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with what? With this automatic rocket Gotta have it to pop it, unlock it, and take me up a hostage Letem now this itch of my finger is worser than jock itch Extended Glock clips allow me to cop chips Erasing cops tips and sisters that pop lip, stop this Cold blooded killing for this Soda couldnt rock this Chop a shelf when I drop this My cant chop this The hunger that I hold Setting here wondering should I take it from his soul See this here with a hole Allowed that silencer to blow And took motherfuckin lives for less than twenty before Now with this last 20 dollars I might buy me some douja Because that weed from Magnolia still have a nigga sober I seen my nigga nigga from way way back Me and him used to jack and rock a rental Cadillac He sees my nick, he sees my grill, he says Im flossin He sees my wrist, he says damn nigga you flossin And Im bossin, and tossin em up at the same time So if you thinking about with me itll be your death in ??? And why put your life in danger over 20 dollars, thats all I got And my weed habit is so close to smoking powder it aint worth being Shot Now 20 dollars to my name in this game of drugs And the only thing we now is gan bangers and thugs If my yale dont sell how shall we proceed Because we cant slang the urb Cause we smoke too much weed Now 20 dollars to my name in this game of drugs And the only thing we now is gan bangers and thugs If my yale dont sell how shall we proceed Because we cant slang the urb Cause we smoke too much weed Now look, Im fresh up out of jail it feels good to be on the outside I had 120 dollars, but I spent a 100 on my ride Now the only thing I got left is 20 dollars to my name Nigga want front me some motherfuckin caine I told him weed charge it 2 the game Nigga now now I gotta be on some murder one shit Some slum shit Some out the projects dumb shit Some weed and blunt shit Some I dont give a fuck shit Where it from shit Some penitentiary solitary Confinement never see no motherfuckin sun shit Now I got 20 dollars to my motherfuckin name, and I gotta get more So I tell nigga hit the floor Im about to pull a motherfuckin kick Door Now whether its rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun totting Yall call me down do get scared I aint flipped til my guns smoking It be a hustle just to eat And it be hard on these streets Gotta get my hustle On Got 20 dollars yall now that shit dont last long picture this
I wear my heart on my sleeve, but it’s a purple heart North bay, water mammals, swim with killer sharks I’m from the 7-O-7, it’s no heaven I’m a top five mob, hyphy veteran Ricky Rock my nigga, I got slaps You can play him for hours, back to back Listen, niggas on your team that love that money over everything Can never be loyal, now take that back to the soil Anywhere on earth, and it’ll work I’m just sharing my experiences on earth for what it’s worth Maybe it’s just me tho, ‘cause I don’t trust y’all I’m in a lough off some grapes and a BuzzBall, trippin’ like Look at this shit here This sucker shit is running rampant, it’s the moment I fear It was the moment I feared My nigga it was the moment I feared My nigga it was the moment I feared My nigga it was the moment I feared Let me talk to em, nephew Ricky is tricky, the game is gettin’ slippery This shit is a maze, cuz singing like a Tempree I disappear for one minute ‘til they miss me Another TV show, more dough, I’m makin’ history Now Im back at your service Wish me luck dear, I’m scared and Im nervous You never left you brought that hood back with ya Im the real deal, I aint gon bullshit with ya Another one I wanna make, another joint I wanna make Open the oven put some candles on my cake Twenty-five and countin’, etch my face into Kushmore Mountain Can’t be scared of your opponent dog-gone it if you want it, trip this This sucker shit is running rampant, it’s the moment I fear It was the moment I feared My nigga it was the moment I feared My nigga it was the moment I feared My nigga it was the moment I feared Yeah, my nigga it was the moment I feared My nigga it was the moment I feared My nigga it was the moment I feared My nigga it was the moment I feared Yeah, my nigga it was the moment I feared
High school nigga And they tryin get the smoke from out of the booth Haha..But theyre not doing a good job naw they aint! Oh oh oh oh oh oh My grades getting low but I’m still getting high I might fuck around and say some crazy shit right there keep going The might seem slow but time still going by Hey oh I forgot to mention my girlfriend tripping And my homies ain’t acting the same Well, as long as their papers ain’t grinders i’m taking my time And i’m roll my weed, and take one to the brain Hook: I keep one rolled yeah Im always puffin Yea I stay baked cause nigga I love it Had nothing but now we stuntin Tell em roll something cause nigga its nothn Niggas gettin mad cause my pockets swollen And everywhere I go yea Im loaded My money been kind of funny But i’m still getting fly And i’m I don’t’ got the best whip but them hoes still jump inside yeah yeah Oh and I forgot to mention my best friend trippin And i’m doing all that I can Hey as long as there papers and grinder i’m stayin in my ground There’s gonna be haters outside i’m just tryin to take my shine And that aint part of the plan Hook: I keep one rolled yeah Im always puffin Yea I stay baked cause nigga I love it Had nothing but now we stuntin Tell em roll something cause nigga its nothn Niggas gettin mad cause my pockets swollen And everywhere I go yea Im loaded I guess if you insist I will Im a twister feel mista feel good to ya I got it if ya need it and you kno I will And this is after school so we gon go until The janitor, handed her, a pack of that Righteously she brought it all back to mac So Im a do it back to back, got her fat Bags are packed, posted by the cafeteria Eatin on a snack, boy I make it crack-a-lack Days goin to my nights, live a young wild life King of the zoo Devin what it do Knockin all trees down, Devin and Mac with the sac Rollin up with knees down, baby girl ease down Its a holiday, we smokin pot today I got alot to say, I keep it locked away Thats how it is Dealin with the pressures of my school life Livin on the edge, joints to the head And so the man said... I keep one rolled yeah Im always puffin Yea I stay baked cause nigga I love it Had nothing but now we stuntin Tell em roll something cause nigga its nothn Niggas gettin mad cause my pockets swollen And everywhere I go yea Im loaded
A pool party at the church Gd up and others barbequeing Aint no telling what your daddy and your momma doing Chewing on these baby-backs popping bottles with these macks Everybody swimming, backyard full of women Im entertaining folks Gave the lil homie twenty dollars just to shine my hundred spokes Coke with the Hennesey tends to be the remedy Family and friends to me Everyone pretends to be kin to me I cant wait until the Fourth of July To pop some fireworks with my kids And fly some kites high in the sky See, its the family reunion And down at the church house, they giving up the annual communion It seems we made it to another summer Yeah we came and come up 213 is more than friends Yeah, we like blood brothers Riding this til the wheels fall off Can you dig that? We got this summertime anthem for yall We did that We made it through winter We made it through fall We made it through the spring time Tough times and all Its good to see Another Summer Im riding with the top down Let the wind blow Chillin with my love Partying fo sho It feels good to see Another Summer Everybody if you with me sing We got the game on lock On the paper chase, cant stop On a roll, still hot Gotta be top notch I like the girls cuz they hot Plus I know what they want They want the game that we got Hold up baby girl I think not I like the nasty girls from around the way Hoppin in my gray drop-top Mercedes Shouts go out to my sexy ladies Just in case your man is hating Tell your boy he better chill Tell your boy he better chill We made it through winter We made it through fall We made it through the spring time Tough times and all Its good to see Another Summer Im riding with the top down Let the wind blow Chillin with my love Partying fo sho It feels good to see Another Summer Everybody if you with me sing Im addicted to the sunshine the way it make these women dress Tank tops, flip flops, make this nigga love the west Different spots, even though different, its still crackin In Jamaica, Queens I sit back, live and collect the cabbage Its an affair that every state can relate to And if you do what I do, then go on and follow suit From Chi-Town to Diego, all the way back to NY Stay fly, and never miss a piece of sunshine When Im at the church I barbeque for my kinfolk Watch lil Elijah and lil Warren run the football Got weed, got drink, but most of all the spirit And its a blessin that the world wanna hear our music The summer is an inspiration as much as the fast And to my my nigga Snoopdewoop, I love you fam Riding this til the wheels fall off Can you dig that? We got this summertime anthem for yall We did that We made it through winter We made it through fall We made it through the spring time Tough times and all Its good to see Another Summer Im riding with the top down Let the wind blow Chillin with my love Partying fo sho It feels good to see Another Summer Everybody if you with me sing Yeah, another summer Kanye West good looking on the beat, nephew 213 reminding yall put your guns down Real spit its summertime, lets enjoy ourselves We just wanna celebrate You know what Im talking about? Its too hot for all that Yeah 213 Moving mountains yall haha All the time, yeah
Yeah A little something for all the O.G.s out there That put the foundation together Was doin this thang Before I knew what to do with this thang right here Ya know But just to let them know what time it is And how we get down Me, Kokane, and Battlecat Gone let yall know how we do this thang here Check this out yall We stay on point like Stacey Adams 24 hours a day,7 days a week, can ya dig it? Thats real talk baby You know what We stay on point like Stacey Adams Thats real talk right there baby Verse 1: Im in a three piece suit Looking too cute Mashin flashin Lookin for a prostitute Boo boo, you got that loot Im watchin you, you watchin me Its all to the gravy cuz its V.I.P And everythang in here movin belong to me That component set, was given to me By a pimp buddy of mine Disco D He told me, Frisco E This here gone be The baddest pimp nigga that you ever gone see Colder than Fillmore Slim Tilt that brim Snoop Dogg gone sell that trick Keep it crackin like pistachios Get that money And continue to mash these hoes And when the Players Ball roll around again Im guaranteed to win You know why? Cuz we Chorus: We stay on point like Stacey Adams 24 hours a day, 7 days a week Yea, yea You know why? We stay on point like Stacey Adams You know thats all we know how to do Geed up to the feet up Verse 2: Not only that but uhh Make it spectacular Put on my black cape And look like Blackula Smack ya up with the shit that I drop 911, call the cops Theres a bitch, snitch Aint that a bitch I cant trust nobody in this sonofabitch I get rich on the fakers who hate Bakin my cake And catch the Lakers at 8 On channel 9 Pop a bottle of wine Then at 10 hit the club With my nephew Dub 11:30, talkin dirty to this little birdy Im trying to get mine early I cant be seen with your girly Continue to mash these hoes I keep it crackin like pistachios I get the money first With no rehearsal Snoop D-O double G Still controversial Aahhh Chorus 3x
Heavenly Father, I wanna thank you for what youve done for me In my life, I try so hard to be faithful, and I am faithful to you And my soul just running away to you, and I want you to grab my hand and hold me I know, I know, I know One of these days, Im gonna run away to you Yes I am Whoah, yes I am Make me wanna run away Pack my bags and get away On my knees at night, I pray That we will live another day You always got something to say In the kitchen with my kinfolk, cookin They say the devil always show up when youre not lookin Thats why Im doing Gods work Ill hook em with the scripture Then bring it all to life so everyone can get the picture Im withcha See, this is for my folks who hold the fence up The preachers, ministers, deacons, ushers and the sisters My granny used to say Give us our daily bread She put it in my heart, and now its in my head Make me wanna run away Pack my bags and get away On my knees at night, I pray That we will live another day You always got something to say Im at the park, playin ball with the children Providing the league so I can help restore the feeling Its a blessing to give back, so lets keep giving it Walk by faith, and showing how we livin it Lovin it, avoiding the hate Shout out to Ruth for giving birth to Nate Thats my homeboys momma We was raised in the Church We take God with us Do right, dont fight Or try to squab with us No weapon formed against me shall prosper And thats fact, truth mane The Gospel Sittin on the corner, tryna figure the fall You done got too high, now youre feeling so low Im just a nobody, tryna tell everybody About somebody who can save anybody I remember what my Grandma said, Give us our daily bread Its in my heart, and my head Make me wanna run away Pack my bags and get away On my knees at night, I pray That we will live another day You always got something to say
Hell yeah That was a mothafuckin trip The way yall niggas had the whole world sayin UH!!!, na, na, na, na This here the Doggfather, rappin on this shit here Check this out Let me here ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay Everybody, let me hear ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay I run with convicted felons Scream, yellin Bitch Imma soldier! Stick in my chrome reciever, and I fins to get it on Influenced by the dolja Blastin at the rollers Callin couple of soldiers Fuckin up with this song bitch Your mom shoulda told ya I aint nothin nice Snoop brought the boss I got the spark, lets go on a body high Put it on my life, and my favorite weed pipe Soldiers greed, with ice Watch me budda up in the night Carefull to forever, the one that ?? shot him Bringin the drama like a punk, but your fucking somebody Whut Lodi Dodi, send a duce up in dey coupe But after a hard eight Snoop and his soldiers gonna make ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay Nigga, all I really wanna do is Get down, on the get down! That mothafucker better sit down We up in this bitch now Got the take to make the hap We gon make our money right Tired of livin the stress life Pressure busts pipes Yikes! Know what I like Keep it hype! Betcha I right Put pounds of ice on ya, like white on rice Vise grips on mics Turnin to fights Burnin up the limelight Fire! And you aint gotta strain your eyes to find us Throwin bad days behind us Ahh damn up in the headlights Bout to let it shine Find your ass in there tip-toeing Your ass is mine We got you waitin for us on the radio So our albums can drop Snoop, Fiend, me, Beats By The Pound, you know thats gon pop Jump in the game in the walkway With enough money to run with Till ya hear that last fuckin woof We aint done yet Let me here ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay Woof! mothafucker, Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay Let me hear ya say Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay I come faster than a speedin bullet Or I can take my time and move it slow Wake up outta my seat and hit this mic and blow like some indo You can call me what you want Just dont call me no punk My name is Snoop D-O-double-G And Im the godfather of G-Funk Ill put this shit down, like clown, Dogg Pound is my set Nigga step outta line, I shoot them in they mothafuckin spine And break they necks As I go down, you gon realize that See when you run up in my face you able to get smacked, jacked, just Like that Imma fool, break the rules, damn, way too cool They call me Snoop D-O-double-G Cause Imma fuckin fool, I can get silly But Id rather sit back, relax, new jacks, get smacked, cause Im tryin To Blaze up a sack To my nigga Mystikal, Fiend, and my big homie Master P Cause thats just the way this shit gon be Baby, N-O-L-I-M-I-T We gon make yall say Woof Until you mothafuckers demand That nigga named Snoop I can make em say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay I can make em say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay Let me here ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay Let me hear ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay Say Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na Na) Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay Yeah, yeah, and who side Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay repeated till end And not only that And not only that This No Limit baby Ya heard me? Yeah And not only that Shit get crazy in this mothafcuker Ya heard me? Uh!
Bobby J, Ricky Dillon Snoop Dogg, oh Got the hustle on the gun Im about to work it Looking at you in my ride, yeah, you endorse it Make some noise, this is my night, got you on the guest list Acting up with me tonight, youll never forget this Get it? got it? good, Imma, Imma make it possible Do it like you should, we gon, we gon be unstoppable Yeah its possible, but this split shits impossible get it? got it? Be the problem, call me problematic Work it out, just like magic (Be the problem, call me problematic Work it out, just like magic) Be the problem, call me problematic Work it out, just like magic (Be the problem, call me problematic Work it out, just like magic) Got my crew mobbing deep Go down and stay true Im not looking for the heat Flashing lights are red blue Spitting lines, flow to the beat That next-level breakthrough See you at my meet and greet When I drop that debut Get it? got it? good, Imma, Imma make it possible Do it like you should, we gon, we gon be unstoppable Yeah its possible, but this split shits impossible get it? got it? Be the problem, call me problematic Work it out, just like magic (Be the problem, call me problematic Work it out, just like magic) Be the problem, call me problematic Work it out, just like magic (Be the problem, call me problematic Work it out, just like magic) Its just so tragic, just like magic Tragic, tragic, magic, problematic One lonely kid on the block tryna be Cool as it can be, problematic boy he is Aint nobody stopping cause he really dont listen On the mission doing what he want, til he get in trouble Now hes on the bad side, problematic slowing down Better pay attention cause they aint tryna play around Lay him down Be the problem, call me problematic Work it out, just like magic (Be the problem, call me problematic Work it out, just like magic) Be the problem, call me problematic Work it out, just like magic (Be the problem, call me problematic Work it out, just like magic) Break bread or fake dead So problematic, ya dig? Oh, oh
Hes a sweet, soul, brother! {beat from the remix of Paid in Full plays in the background} Money, money, money, money! Money, money, money, money! You make me feel so goooood! Money, money, money, money! Money, money, money, money! Money, money, money, money! Money, money, money, money! In the world of change, here I am Tryin to have some thangs So what you need is some game, to get your money man Ohh baby, in the world of paper, paper Thinkin of a master plan Cause aint nuttin but sweat inside my hand So I dig into my pockets, all my money is spent So I dig deeper, but still comin up with lint So I, start my mission, leave my residence Thinkin how can I get some dead presidents I need money, I used to see a stick-up kid So I think of all the devious things I did I used to roll up, this is a hold up, aint nuttin funny Stop smilin, cause still dont nuttin move but the money Cause now Ive learned to earn cause Im righteous I feel great, so maybe I might just Search fo a 9 to 5, if I strive Then maybe Ill stay alive So I walk up the street, whistlin this Feelin out of place cause man do I miss A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of Me and Warren G, and a big fat plate of Chicken wings, cause thats my favorite thang But without no money man that shits a dream Cause I dont like to dream about gettin paid So I dig into the books of the rhymes that Ive made Soon as I bust em see if I got pull I hit the DoggHouse, cause Im paid in full {echoes} {beat from the remix of Paid in Full plays in the background} Money, money, money, money! Money, money, money, money! Money, money, money! W-w-w-w-w-well W-w-w-w-w-welllll Ohhhh baby W-w-w-w-w-well W-w-w-w-wellll, ohh baby Ohhhh baby
At ease I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank Money, power, respect, leadership, street knowledge and wisdom AHH YAH...D.P.G., yah D.P.G Pop the Champaign Once you break this of you cant get twisted So pay attention and listen Welcome to my world nigga, where its V.I.P And the bitches and the bud for free Welcome to this world that you never thought existed And you got to be a soldier to be enlisted Imma take your mind, your body and your soul On a whole lil trip, just dont loose your grip Wait a second , were is the sack You dont have to ask no questions, just jump in the back And leave your strap, cause aint none of that Were we goin, it aint nuthin but 808 beats and flowin Niggas showin niggas love, hoes suckin dicks Thats how we do it, cus everything is in the mix Doggy Land, Doggy World, Snoop World whatever It dont matter cus we bout it, and homies down to do whatever Everything is legit, and the bitches the shit And niggas they give you love, cause they down for it Now thats just how it goes, and all the hoes on me And everything is V.I.P, and thats on D.P.G Now nigga creep in, just like a liquor store Now nigga if you want a ho, nigga just let me know Ill send a H, and when she gets you She with you forever, and a day, thats the D.P. way Wipe your feet before you enter in Now take a seat and peep dis beat and sip yo gin Cus aint no killin, everybody chillin Steady stackin paper from the floor up to the ceilin Now in my world, a bitch is a girl And mans best friend is his ends, and his mothafuckin benz But chall cant get in just cus you all say you chall down wit us And try to get around wit us, and hang around wit us, and clown wit us Hold on, this shit here is for the establishment Niggas thats havin shit, and if you aint roll on and stroll on This is the spot were the bangers at, the slangers at Were red and blue equals green, and we probably be black In fact we stack Gs for them keys, so when we finished doin deeds You all cant believe what we did Provide an opportunity in the community Tryin to spread a lil unity between you and me Since IM the mayor, I think I gotta say-ahh a lil something Lets keep it jumpin playa Aint too many places that you know about So everybody in the world, welcome to the muthafuckin dogg house UGGHHHH, picture me ballin 3rd world hustler out the ghetto of New Orleans Some say life is like a fairy tail Did a song with Snoop Dogg, and it turned into a business deal But it aint bout da ends, cus we all got matches and we all got benzs Its about riddin with the homies Gettin rid of the fake and lookin through the phonies And the haters cant stop this, check billboards, number one The only company with a profit, So say Ughh and How You Do Dat There Its No Limit and D.P.G. nigga we dont care Yah, Snoop World Home of the No Limit Soldiers, Beats By the Pound You know how we do dis, aint no stoppin this We cant be stopped, we run da streets You feel me, da streets is ours Aint no stoppin this shit nigga Aint No Limit neither, your lucky Yah, its on for life Yah, gunna drive this tank overseas Gunna get these gs, while we smoke on these trees YAHH ! Welcome to my world nigga, and its V.I.P
Collie Buddz Jody Highroller You never get a chance to break my heart Safely locked away But now I got a thousand bills to pay Shouldve talked to me yesterday I shouldve known better I shouldve known From the day you try unlock me phone Why you wanna see texts from Simone Thats some random chick girl cmon And anytime you see me You know I see its drama, drama, drama, drama And anytime I see you All I see is comma, comma, comma, comma I bet you check my insta on the low And you vex, we need to grow Me no have time for you baby Listen up Me why you know How do you do and how do you feel You got to walk the walk up the hill Im so for real You know the deal Real will appeal Time will reveal Heartbreaks, new love, both times Is what you was Good times is what I like And thats why I love my life See everyday I wake up and Im feeling brand new Cuz im living my life without you So you can stop the day I got my heart safely locked away Yesterday and I dont even miss a little bit I know you hear my name a lot that must make you sick a bit My girl you couldnt handle it I know you feel my way when you think of it But Im feeling Overseas with a Cool breeze and a Drink in my hand with me Minor tease You over there you having Begging me please while Im over here having Rolling my trees Ive been working Ive been grinding so long You missed your chance now baby yesterdays gone
This is my mother fucking this is my mother fucking This is my mother fucking this is my fucking house This is my mother fucking this is my mother fucking This is my mother fucking this is my fucking house This is my mother fucking this is my mother fucking This is my mother fucking this is my fucking house This is my mother fucking this is my mother fucking This is my mother fucking this is my fucking house Yeah Whats up Snoop Jizzle This is OG status right here nigga This my muhfucking house I pay the mortgage around this motherfucker nigga You know what it is CTE or nothing nigga This is my muhfucking house, eh Im by the front door Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco Shell do anything for daddy man the bitch go Tell em what the doormat read baby Big blow Uh, Pyrex and a digi-scale Fuck gloves I got yayo all in my fingernails And I can leave a set of white fingerprints Chris Tucker, Larenz Tate, Dead Presidents Dead white boys spread across the coffee table I dont know maybe Ill start me up a record label Fuck it get high and call whats her name She like to play this little game called fuck a brain Lord when you talk them numbers sound sophisticated It aint nothing even the pit-bulls affiliated Yeah, the trespassers getting bust on G shit even the coupes got Chucks on Yeah This is my mother fuckin house nigga This is where I do it at You got a problem with that? Yeah big dog nigga If you aint a big dog stay on the porch nigga Dog house or nothing Dog house everything nigga I got a whole house trap house and a flat Im on parole bitch so I need my pistol back These rap niggas is too soft I built this from the ground, pound up Until I knock your roof off New boss Snoop off and on and Heed him in the morning catch him while he yawning My bitch is on the phone and my homies bout to zone in Cracky smacky dippy whippy habitual potential Strip for your credentials Mental unessential, shits official like a referee with a whistle Nah my nigga shits official, like a Jihad, Muslim with a missile Catch me in the air we close to the nickel block Nigga went platinum but I still serve that nickel rock Hard times, bad times, fuck doing jail time Cook it up rock it up bag it up and sell mine This my mother fuckin house Take your mother fuckin shoes off when you step in my house partner Matter of fact take your hat off too Nigga this the round table nigga If you cant stand the heat get your punk ass up out the kitchen Im in the mother fucking room This is my house in the middle of the trap Open this door Im sweating like I ran a fucking lap Customers on hold stressing they keep coming back 3 6 5 2 4 7 I got Jumbo Jacks Would you like your cheese with that Yeah I like my cheese with that Crack in the pot, round the clock Open all night hitching blocks Serving that doop stuck in my loop Pitching that tragic all in the traffic Me and my group, me and my cabinet Fillin the coop, pick it and bag it I got the key to this spot break in, you gonna get popped Fuck around and get molly-whopped in here Better not attract no cops I got another round chopped up in here Who want what I got in stock? Not from Atlanta but I got hawks Chickens, birdies, quails, baking soda scales Heavy weights exhale, 5 star hotels Im a grinder about my grit Trying to increase my profit quick 50 thou under the couch This is my mother fucking house This is my mother fucking this is my mother fucking This is my mother fucking this is my fucking house This is my mother fucking this is my mother fucking This is my mother fucking this is my fucking house This is my mother fucking this is my mother fucking This is my mother fucking this is my fucking house This is my mother fucking this is my mother fucking This is my mother fucking this is my fucking house This is my mother fucking this is my mother fucking This is my mother fucking this is my fucking house This is my mother fucking this is my mother fucking This is my mother fucking this is my fucking house This is my mother fucking this is my mother fucking This is my mother fucking this is my fucking house This is my mother fucking this is my mother fucking This is my mother fucking this is my fucking house
J.R., J.R Mann, Mann Snoop Dogg Mercury, Def Jam The Iyaz Return of the M-A-C-C-C-C Return of the mack Return of the mack Return of the mack Cause you know that Ill be back Here come the brand new new in your ear This feels like the nominated song of the year Feeling damn good up in here Cause Im representing from my whole hood up in here But Im not gonna get ghetto though Mingling with some women feeling incredible And Im tryna bag a chick from a centrefold and Im trying burn bread like its finna be toast Finally up in the game and feeling me coach Cause Im first class flying I aint finna be coach Yeah this is celebration that never in tell a friend girl, the mack is back We can take it back and hit the streets Let the top down so they can see We can hit the clubs and party hard Cause I just bought out the bar We can g-fly from coast to coast Pop champagne lets make a toast Now were sipping caffe patron Smoke that kush till we get blown Return of the mack Return of the mack Return of the mack Cause you know that Ill be back Let me hear you say yeah Let me hear you say west Let me hear you say yeah Every day we stay fresh, fresh I got keys to whatever Trees of endeavour Mann, he is buzzin, and hes on my level Ease on the pedal, drive off slow Seven deuce Cadillac is convertible She wanna be with the mack at its best Dogg in the house while Im cranking it bad They say, we say, you say dont Take it to the top now drop it down low Meat on my back, snooped it and booted it Cripped out, pimped out What would you do if he me Would you hop on a freak while you bop to the beat Now we can take it back and hit the streets back and hit the streets Let the top down so they can see We can hit the clubs and party hard Cause I just bought out the bar We can g-fly from coast to coast Pop champagne lets make a toast Now were sipping caffe patron Smoke that kush till we get blown Return of the mack Return of the mack Return of the mack Cause you know that Ill be back Honey if I gotta think money clipping Than he broker than a joke at its funniest And man never call me crip with the lavish life So one time off, I wont ask you twice When we go shopping, mama dont ask the price Got to get it down if they give me cash advice When it comes to this game Im a mastermind I spit classic line after classic line Ha, and that ass is fine Think its one past the nine and thats a dime Yeah, its a celebration then Never in, tell a friend girl that the mack is back, baby back and hit the streets Let the top down so they can see We can hit the clubs and party hard Cause I just bought out the bar We can g-fly from coast to coast Pop champagne lets make a toast Now were sipping caffe patron Smoke that kush till we get blown Return of the mack Return of the mack Return of the mack Cause you know that Ill be back Let Me Hear You Say Yeah Let Me Hear You Say West Let Me Hear You Say Yeah Everyday we stay fresh
Yo yo yo, whats up Nate Dogg? Niggas just chillin here with the homie Warren G Reminiscin on some real friendship man A lotta kids dont know what that word means Homeboys, ya know what Im sayin, misusin their words Fuck a homie, Im lookin for a friend Thats what Im bout Uh How yall doin? Ever since I could remember, I had friends I could depend on Clothes to lend em, money to spend on But as time went by my life got a little strange And the rules in this game seem to change Trust, honesty, and devotion And money, money, money is the poison potion Theres no way that I can even say That this game has been good to me, or even bad to me It had to be cause tragically the way this shit Cracked off for Doggy Dogg was magically And now Im gettin everything Im supposed to get But my friendship with niggas always ends up as bullshit I listen to my momma though She always tried to prepare me and warn me for the drama, love But how could she do what I? I mean Im do or die But my life on the streets, that shit is suicide So to cope I got a dogg and a locc And keep my heat close in case these jokes go for broke Im mashin with the clique 2-1-3 that is They my homeboys ever since kids, real friends to the end Hangin out with my homies And Im feelin just fine Ive been ponderin lately, lately A lot of different things on my mind It seems lately my friends list Done took a slight decline And if you wanna know the truth man, man Them wasnt no friends of mine You aint no muthafuckin friend of mine punk Snitch You jackin me up, you takin my cash All my life L-B-C, for my city I mash All those OGs and BGs and wannabies and L-O-Cs The only friends I got is my 2-1-3s Thats my nigga Snoop D Woop and my nigga N-A-T-E I cant forget about my nigga H to the Dizzy Pressure and strikes, dont wanna take no lives But these jaws, cracks, and hood cracks will make you break some bizzacks Wassup homie, can I borrow some cash? Last week I gave you $500, so kiss my ass I got a baby to feed, a family to see through And shake busta snitches tweekin like yizzou Homies and friends, thats what they is fizzor Stayin tight and money right and bustin with a 44 Hangin out with my homies And Im feelin just fine Ive been ponderin lately, lately A lot of different things on my mind It seems lately my friends list Done took a slight decline And if you wanna know the truth man, man Them wasnt no friends of mine Hangin out with my homies And Im feelin just fine Ive been ponderin lately, lately A lot of different things on my mind It seems lately my friends list Done took a slight decline And if you wanna know the truth man, man Them wasnt no friends of mine
Tip top, drip drop Bottles pop, lips lock Hips rock, dont stop Big Snoop Dogg is back on the block PC, Disney Shake that thing to this beat Taste like Brandi, shaped like Landi Sweet like candy, candy, candy All them other models bottling like mamas bottle tasty If you pop my bottle, all them models gonna hate me When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop, shake me Every girl dreams of herself in pearls Wanna be the fast driver of a shiny car But the good girls suddenly the bad girls Just because they wanna be a movie star When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop, shake me When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop, shake me Every girl feels this world belongs to her No matter who make her purr, shes a superstar Never worry; there’s us, my girl with curves That’ll make this mutha burn when her bottle pops When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop, shake me When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop, shake me Pass the fifth, I pass it back Turn around lil mama, got ass in the back See, its a fact, a bottle of pop If you shake it, then drop it like its hot Time is money and money is time And if youre with me, all your money is mine Yup, yup, do it to deaf Is it true that you get wet? When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop, shake me When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop, shake me Youre turning me on Youre shaking me up So dontcha wanna take me Just because Im the chosen one All them models gonna hate me All them other models bottling like mamas bottle tasty If you pop my bottle, all them models gonna hate me When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop, shake me When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop, shake me When my bottle pop, shake me When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop, shake me When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop When my bottle pop, shake me
You niggas dont hear me though Turn it up, nigga, this shits in stereo I walked in with a philly ho Let me give it to you, young locc, on the really though Hands, the keys, the Benz, the trees The birds, the bees, the Cs, the Gs I get it like Im posed to, you should be close to me Right up under my wing Words I sing, verbs I bring Bread to the park, head in the dark Ready with art, I said it with heart Merely distorted, dearly departed Look what you started Im cool as a mother and you acting retarded Just what the motherfuckin doctor ordered Its the d-o-g with the p-o-p Not one, not two, but three I gotta have two or more Two or more, baby Maybe even three or four Like three, like four Listen to me, baby I need two or more Yeah Maybe even three or four She likes love, drugs, and sex Love, drugs, and sex She likes love, drugs, and sex Have a seat and dont say one word Cause you will never catch Snoop Dogg with just one bird And if I do, Ill probably kick it to the curb And come anew Runnin back, Im-a keep runnin through Hut one, hut two Down set, hike two, three, four We go overtime Im-a give you something thats gonna blow your mind And take your time, relax a bit I came here to mack a bitch This P is so immaculate I rap a bit just to taste Puttin hair to the snare to the bass Snap that, Snapchat, flick it up One of me, three of yall, so lick it up Im back to the hangin again, bangin again Nigga, could you sing it again? I gotta have two or more Two or more, baby Maybe even three or four Like three, like four Listen to me, baby I need two or more Yeah Maybe even three or four She likes love, drugs, and sex Love, drugs, and sex She likes love, drugs, and sex Freak-a-leek, I speak the truth I got girls lined up trying to get in the booth Original, more like a miracle High definition visual, digital, minimal But it can be maxed out Track meet, more meat blow your back out I had to pull the lac out Cause there was too many of yall to be left out I stepped out mackish with the whole package Bread with the cabbage, me and a bad bitch Or two, make it three 31 flavors, nigga It gets no better than this Now, who in the world can get you more wetter than this? Im back to the hangin again, bangin again Nigga, could you sing it again? I gotta have two or more Two or more, baby Maybe even three or four Like three, like four Listen to me, baby I need two or more Yeah Maybe even three or four She likes love, drugs, and sex Love, drugs, and sex She likes love, drugs, and sex Two or more
Aftermath, gettin money West Coast get ya ass up You know what this is Crusin down the street, watchin biatches roll by pimpin You, thats all I can think They say dont drink and drive, so I drive while I drink Pull out bare hair, albino mink Fist full of , might make you blink Like a Arab Shink New denim, fine linen, from my head to my feet New women, cool women, thats all I meet I hit em, you hit em, then rinse, repeat They all love the freak And some or another, I got burnt last week I got up in here, I gotta wrap up my meat See it coulda been worse nigga, HIV And I aint got Magic urban Johnson sheets So niggas wrap it up, at least more than three From my head to my toe Big chains make me glow, even with the lights low What, you aint know? Everywhere I roll look like a car show Make it rain, pull them dollars out Pimp swayin, picky rain, time to show out Got gold in my whole mouth Top row, cost more than your whole house Its the high life, in them bright lights With all stars on a hot night Its nothin but models on sight All pausin to let the paparazzi get the shot right If you a boss, bitches raw, what? Its like a model when she fucked up When she get drunk, she gon wanna fuck Daddy girl, got a runway life She got a June 5 flight, to drink all night With some stars at the club, gettin high as a kite But when we pay the cost, get as high as you like And stay The alcohol got along me She wanna dance like a pussycat Panties and her bra like she posing for Baby Phat Ya, here it is Here we go, get money Westside get ya ass up Eastside get ya ass up We pick em up, we put em down Your boys back, you know whats up West coast bossin Nigga, owe me Now that I got Gs, nigga Im a OG Now a OG, nigga Im me, OG Over gold, overload, over go till my nuts fold Imma need a neck brace, and a whole lot of comments for these hoes on MySpace First I need to see some ID Cause you aint seein me on MSNBC Im a pussy predator But not for young girls, thats that R. Kelly fella Here comes the paparazzi Put em where the be fore they spot me Too late, camera in my face Uh oh, there goes another case Oops bitch, gimme some head And if you swallow you can keep the kids like K-Fed Hot shit, from the city of big lights Where ever you look out its a star With their cellphones out, doin bidness by the bar They bein That shit that have you on the island With money in the bank and you riding a real Stallion Now you flying to Venice, for Italian And you aint goin home until you blow a hundred thousand Boss dogg baby, on that patron Long as youre riding with me, the party is on Look at how they shake it when they know their daddy at home So many models, so much love Ridin with the boss doggy, so many drugs In the air, its gettin foggy, we at the club Smokin in the back, everybody gettin bust Stayin Ya, here it is Westside get yo ass up Eastside get yo ass up We pick em up, we put em down We at the bar, another round Like that shit Kanye wear But no purses, no scarfs or stars cut up in my hair Diamonds sparkle when you stare front glare stop, you go blind looking over here Carpal tunnel made us in the chair I need a bandage from the damage and heavy wrist wear Doctor says stop, but I dont care Fuck Imma floss till Im out of here Imma ball till Im gone Then I dont give a fuck, you can kick my bones Ill be buried like a Pharaoh Draped in the Deniro 20 inch chrome on the whip, call it Will Ferrel Blades of glory, I put Ice, Ice Baby on all my jewelry Robert Van Winkle, watch my watch twinkle Bitch make a wish, Im a star, what he aint know
Blessing me Oh yeah Blessing me Happy as can be You keep blessing me Just believe Taste and see Oh-wee Youre blessing me I got a whole lot that I can really thank him for When I was moving fast, he had to slow my role Out and in control, next episode Now look here, ugh See when you think about when everybody tells you out See he the only that prolly really helps you out Im talking from experience, you hearing this? Blessing me Oh Blessing me Just believe Just gotta believe Oh-woah Oh when my soul gets hungry, and, he feeds me Hes blessing me again yeah When my spirit gets a little low, oh-ooh-oh He lifts me up, hes blessing me again I took a chance for real, so I can dance up in heaven My granny used to always tell me you gon be a reverend But how could I see what shes saying? When I was seven I didnt wanna go to hell so I kept steppin Reppin, for the lord, no weapon will be formed Sunshine, on the grind, take me through the storm Seems like he testing me again But on the flip side, its like he blessing me again Oh, you better come on now Every time I turn around Blessing me again oh, oh Every time I turn around Over, over and over again Over and over and over again Put yo hands together You better come on Youre blessing me again Get up, get outta yo chair Come on all the way, all the way down here Dance around the room Hes blessing me again Yeah the blessing, waited on you Yeah, you blessing me yeah Youre blessed going in Youre blessed coming out Everything you have is blessed without a doubt Get up, get outta yo chair Come on all the way, all the way down here Feel the rhythm, the groove Dance, till you get rid of your old blues You gotta dance, dance Yeah
Damn, I still hear my mama voice Snoopy get your ass up and go outside and play! Hah, if she only knew what I was ‘bout to get off into Bang! Don’t stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop at all Dont stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop at all Don’t stop being you, don’t stop being G Egotistical, mystical, officially Shuffle my feet to the beat with my heat in the stash G in the bag with the C on the flag We some real OGs baby I was getting money in the 80’s daily Niggas like me don’t never quit And I still go hard on a bitch, ya bitch You got to tell ‘em what it is, don’t play with the game I love it when you call a bitch out of her name Don’t you dare try to save that ho I know that you like her but you can’t wife her I’m going on a tour ‘round the world Probably fuck a whole bunch of girls Probably get a whole bunch of money, sho’ can you save some for me? Nah, but you can come and work for me Dont stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop at all Dont stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop at all Don’t stop being real, don’t stop that rap Don’t stop showing homies how to shake that trap I mean I seen so much but Im still in touch with it I don’t stop ‘cause I know y’all gon’ fuck with it We keep going full speed ahead with this Niggas ain’t did the shit Niggas ain’t real as this We came through and peeled his bitch so quick From the 80’s with a dope sack in my hand To the 90’s with a DJ and a microphone stand Can’t stop now, I’m in way too steep Tech savvy with this cavy, come way too deep Short dawg, Snoop Dogg, this for all my dogs The ones who real in the streets, the ones who locked in the halls Hall of fame with this game, legendary to y’all Another 100 point game, now you can bury the ball Dont stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop at all Dont stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop at all Don’t stop getting lit with the shit I spit I know you’re down with the Dogg, I know you’re fucking with this Don’t stop, won’t stop, this is all I know From the uprock to the crack rock in the bowl Don’t stop getting money, bring that shit back Don’t stop, fuck a cop for all the times I was jacked Can’t say much now ‘cause I’m moving a crowd I’m moving real weight, I mean hundreds of thous Hundreds of pounds, green leaves I made it out the motherfucking mean streets And I still go back and touch the youth I teach ‘em how to ball and I teach ‘em how to shoot In the pursuit of my dreams, while recruiting my team Teach ‘em how to rise to the top just like cream Remain supreme by any means Badda bang, badda bing Dont stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop at all Dont stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop at all Dont stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop at all Dont stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop it, don’t stop Don’t stop at all
Yeah, back up in yo ass with a twenty sack Dont wanna fuck with me We do it like that Motherfuckers out there be like, takin our styles Be trying to do they own little dissing But they cant do it, you know, so we gonna, do it like this Sit back relax and get a cool one Have you ever heard of a slaughter? I oughta start dippin Sippin on that S T gets me to trippin I dont slips, I bangs with that mad ass Dogg Pound gang Its a DPG thang, Kurupt from the S.C You wanna test me, lets see if youll survive .45 times Like a hollow point headed for your dome Take a couple of steps, turn around and its on Couldnt withstand the murderous mental I subdue and then take two to your temple When I cause holocoust from whats spittin Niggas collapse and when the straps is clickin Look, this is how its done nigga I grab my strap, you best run nigga I gives a fuck, Kurupts the kingpin of the clique Littlest G, with the biggest dick Shit, a motherfucker betta recognize With a twist of my wrist like O.J. you all die I snack on motherfuckers like a bone Known to be the shit upon the microphone Ever since I was born, not to ever love a bitch Learned game after game, thats why we are the best Motherfuckers be gankin styles minute after minute But soon as you did it I smelled the niggas shitted Now what would you do? If you could fuck with me and my crew But you cant, so dont even think about Steppin in the motherfuckin house Now what would you do? If you could fuck with me and my crew But you cant, so dont even think about Steppin in the motherfuckin house Bitches butterfly all day, while I steady make my pay Every single day in the LBC Cruisin through the East side, me and Lil Style When I back up a green six-fo bustin free styles Theres no escape, give me the papes and the tape case How much money can a nigga make in one place? The review, aint shit new You stupid motherfuckers cant fuck wit my crew I see all these niggas tryin to get with my kin folk Get so many busters on the West Coast and then to say the least I see a few trick ass niggas layin low on the East Coast And the question is asked Do you wanna rap, scrap or blast to that nigga Daz? Ill be the first one to hit em Oh yeah, fuck B.G. Knockout and every nigga down with him Cause Im a natural born killer And I steal a half, motherfucker cause its like that Now what would you do? If you could fuck with me and my crew Theres so many motherfuckers that I can include Whose quick to blast motherfuckers in a feud It doesnt make a difference cause its about Whos the quickest on the draw to end all existence For instance, lets take these Ruthless fools These Ruthless fools and the Pound in one room Assume, its only for conversation, so lets Conversate slip a nigga the .38 then dip Empty out the clip Mind on set-trip, cause niggas talk shit Now if, a nigga had a prayer before a nigga died Would the nigga be dead or would he stay alive? And if I was in your shoes, would I survive? Probably not, youd probably let your Glock go pop Now drop, to your knees And picture Dat Nigga Daz flowin in the breeze Now what would you do? If you could fuck with me and my crew But you cant, so dont even think about Steppin in the motherfuckin house Now what would you do? If you could fuck with me and my crew But you cant, so dont even think about Steppin in the motherfuckin house From the twitch of the eyes You can see the line, just know it when you see it Cause it messes up the flow to the real fillings you know And Id rather be sipping on a glass of wine Can you feel yourself in the room with Everlast Trying to steal a flow, I dont think so Cock-blockers come with their hearts beating jealousy In the way like a stray dog Trying to climb, every bitch on his arm Cock-blockers, come in every color Even blue, yeah this is true Trying to fuck your woman and even you Now what the fuck would you do, motherfucker? What would you do? Mmm What would you do? What would you do? What would you do? If you could get with me and my crew The weak ones stick and move What would you do if you could get with my crew? Why dont you tell me what? The weak ones stick and move What would you do if you could get with my crew? Me and my crew, with me and my crew What would you do? What would you do? What would you do, if you could get with my crew? (What would you, what would you do If you could get with the Dogg Pound? What would you do? Would you get caught with your pants down?) x
Momma.. MOMMA.. I love my momma I LOVE MY MOMMA.. Through all the drama.. Momma.. MOMMA.. I love my momma Check it out The first one to hold me The first one to scold me You never cease to teach me And always try to reach me Took me to school the first day Taught me how to kneel, down and pray You learned me how to count from one to ten And never forget, where Ive been Momma.. Yeah, I love my momma Through all the drama, I love my momma Through all the drama, I love my momma Yeah, I love my momma -- love you momma I love my momma Through all the drama, yeah I love my momma I love you mom I love my momma Through all the drama, yeah I love my momma I love you momma Yeah, I love you momma, yeah, I love you momma Trip.. You taught me how to care You taught me how to share You taught me how to love and to give Thanks to the one above -- I love you momma Yeah, I love my momma I love you momma, I love my momma -- I love you momma I love you momma I love my momma I love my momma You taught me how to read and write, how to fight My dos and donts, my wills and my wonts Ill never forget, the things that we went through Bangin oldies in the livin room, sippin brew Schlitz Malt Liquor was the thing back then My momma was my homey my daddy, and my best friend Ask the Twinz, them my lil locos to the end And Warren G and Nate Dogg, shit them my true friends Time and time again, Imma spit this rhyme again She the queen in my life, and Imma make sure she gon shine again She taught me everythang, but she didnt charge a fee She taught me everythang, except how to see a G For the nine months you carried, I hope you bury me Instead of the other way around, and I put that on Dogg Pound I made you cry, you made me smile I just wanna say I love you for life And thats the reason why Im here now Love, Snoop I love my momma, yeah.. I love my momma Yeah, I love my momma Through all the drama, yeah, yo, yeah, I love you Momma, momma, momma, momma, I love my momma Momma, I love you momma I love you momma Momma, momma Your money wasnt always long But your heart was forever strong You taught me bout faith and hope And never ever get hooked on dope Momma.. I love you momma.. song fades
Bound to get you on your knees Hennessy and smoking weed with Snoop, yeah Thats what we do, yeah, yeah, yeah Hit em Snoop Its like Shade one, two, three, four, five Snoop Dogg and Jamie Foxx on my side I got Sway to the right, Heather B, where ya at? Snoop Dogg bout to drop a rap I come back with the scratch from the DJ then say what he say Its Snoop Dogg, S-N-double O-P Jamie, you see me, oo-wee, S-N-E Oh boy, let me break it down and show you my skills Cause I can do it for real, but then I chill They had something on the Internet about a white girl, but I didnt get upset I just chill Paid it no attention and kept to my mention On my mission, it really didnt matter Cause right about now, my pockets getting a little fatter Cause I sat her down and I gave her some game I said, Dont you ever disrespect my name Cause Im the one, the only, the S, the homie And if you do that, Ill leave you stoney That means you be on the block by yourself, getting shot And you might not make it to your block So do not talk about S-N-double O-P Cause you will be D-E-A-D, you feel me? Bound to get you on your knees Hennessy and smoking weed with Snoop, yeah Thats what we bout to do, yeah Wake yo ass up, its Sway In the Morning I brush my teeth and now Im yawning I jumped in the Sprinter van, heading down the street Tryna get to the radio station to get complete I stopped to get me something to eat at the store I stopped to talk to a cute little hoe She said, Snoop Dogg, can I go? I said, N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-no So then I kept pushing on to the spot And when I got there I had to drop it like its hot I had some dope in my pocket then the cops Pulled me over and they said, Snoop, can we have a shot? A shot, you mean a picture? Get it Take it real quick so I can get rid of all of this smoke in my pocket Go upstairs with Howard Stern and burn cause its my time to learn Let me show you how we go and Ima steal the show Its the morning show on the radio Shade 45, Sway, dude, whaddup? Heather B in the cut, we bout to fuck it up Jamie Foxx to the left and Im so def I can do this shit until I run out of breath My breath smell good cause I brushed with some motherfucking chronic this morning Can you smell that? Theres nothing more left to say Up in the morning with my nigga Sway and my nigga Snoop Wow-wow-wow What you wanna do? Hold up, baby
Oh my God If you’re good long enough you’ll know it won’t need to rain With just one sunrise My life, bumps & bruises Battle scars had to prove my loyalty for my hood These are better days Voices from vices got me standing me here Singing praises to Your name For saving me from my yesterday Second chances come with every sunrise I wake up feeling like the Most Highs favorite child Cuz he gave me you A breath of fresh air and a brand new morning Painted blue I wake up blessed and highly favored just to see Another day was proof that Second chances come with every sunrise My life bumps and bruises Tribulations and trials, but I made it through So it’s all good These are better days I just want you to know I’ve been to the bottom of the barrel of my pride And I fell down by surprise Why live in the dark when theres sunrise? Shout it out to the world IG posted it If you get a second chance, you better make the most of it I used to ride with the gun guys Blaze to the fun times But nowadays, I just praise until the sunrise Been down so long I’m used to falling, y’all But I recognize, this my calling dawg I been ordained, anointed with the oil On the battlefield Loyal to the soil Im lookin’ at the man in the mirror See now things is gettin’ much clearer I got my own church, my own choir, my own band I guess you could say, I’m a brand new man See rap guys usually dont get baptized But how could you cleanse your sins without it Make you wanna think about it, uh Right reverend the reverend right recite light You see today is the day to get your life right
Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers Pour your Dom on the floor, try to flow with me Duke Im raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me Your momma wanna chase, Im just statin the fact L.A. think about your broad all I want is the stacks Cats flashin in my face is who Im laughin at So you made a little dough, but wutchu doin wit that? Thought cha girl aint feelin me Why she grillin me, Black? Admit Im the man or else Ill twist ya uterus back On my lap, in the jet to Miami and back When I tear through new school, all yall records is whack Im from Q, for Quiet Killers And U know I deliver The double N, enough ammo for every nigga S, that spell Queens stupid ass, run it back That HBO shit, I must address that Once and for all, whats my opinion on Jamie Foxx? He pussy, plus he aint funny as Chris Rock, ha You cant fuck with me Cant fuck with me I dont care about your imagery Fuck, nigga Give a fuck who you claim to be Fucker, cmon You still cant fuck with me You cant fuck with me You cant fuck with me You cant fuck with me I dont care about your imagery Fucker, motherfucker Give a fuck who you claim to be Yeah, nigga what You still cant fuck with me NO GO!!! Who you thought it was? Dont be fuckin with my Uncle, cuz One does up dick the pen in my streets go one way I kill em In Living Color, on Any Given Sunday They all anxious to be waitin to see how ill is my style And if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now And get em with Juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects You wanna die next? Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his kids We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock Gimme the key, run up in your spot Like, you on your belly, gimme the key What is it gon be, what it is gon see When your blutter dont mean And if he keep tryna wipe it off, like, Nigga, whats this song mean L got em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that? Tattooed Def Jam under your wing like that What? You a rider, not in my house, Mouth Glad to escape down south to my Miami house And fifty spring in the couch You cant fuck with me Cant fuck with me I dont care about your imagery Fuck, nigga Give a fuck who you claim to be Fucker, cmon You still cant fuck with me You cant fuck with me You cant fuck with me You cant fuck with me I dont care about your imagery Fucker, motherfucker Give a fuck who you claim to be Yeah, nigga what You still cant fuck with me Lets play a game of big bank take little bank Big dank take little dank I average ninety-five in the paint We comin down like a shank I know you wanna ride, but you cant We all up in your shit like a shank Dont make me stop and pull brakes Ya two downs are lookin cool, freakin a sound Yo, I get fucked up and terrorize the town Im the circus ringmaster so fuck the clowns I bust, lyrics and rounds at the Lyricist Lounge Lost and Found a new identity, from here to infinity God have mercy on all my enemies Dont even test, waste your breath or your energy Knock ya whole family off, like the Kennedys Im pledge sicker than age, with no type of remedy Makin niggas retire but reclaim disability Agility, keppin yall outta the state penitentiary You cant fuck with me Cant fuck with me I dont care about your imagery Fuck, nigga Give a fuck who you claim to be Fucker, cmon You still cant fuck with me You cant fuck with me You cant fuck with me You cant fuck with me I dont care about your imagery Fucker, motherfucker Give a fuck who you claim to be Yeah, nigga what You still cant fuck with me Look, nigga I, regulate, bake the cake Shake the fake, while keepin my faith Demonstratin from the funk shit to the H I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate You weedin at my table, did you say your grace? You say the wrong thing and Ima smack your face Chase these niggas or waste these niggas You did fucked up cause Ima break these niggas Spray them, liquidate em, fade em all Suckers, I hate em, laws I pay them off Big Dogg, in this motherfuckin bar Wit Uncle L, dont tell Baby Dogg, Yes yall We do this with no flaws I love my bitch with no drawers and no bras No laws, we break em from the get-go Slidin by, ridin high when we get-go Love it or leave it, we love livin illegal Servin or swervin in a 85 Regal Look here, bitch, you aint a motherfuckin Beagel I take off on your ass like an eagle Wherever we go, we stay connected with my peoples Just in case a motherfucker wanna G Funk Two of the homies, and one of em got a piece on And they never hesitate to dissolve
Big Snoop Dogg Can you be my doctor? Can you fix me up? Can you wipe me down So I can make you give it up, give it up Make you say my name like a Jersey, Jersey Shuttin down the game Be my head coach so you can And never take me down til you can taste the win Do it again and again till 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 Them dollar bills, girl, make it rain Holiday Inn, come and meet me on my eighth floor Damn it feels good but I feel bad for the next door And I, and I, I, I apologize But when I slip, slip like two 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 By to ocean, by the 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
See that fly skirt? Thats my work Lil bad bitch, met her at the concert With a crew of bitches, doin their dance twerkin They bodies around, drop, make that ass work then I moved in, like a cobra Nigga shut it down, party over You can ride this dick, Im a chauffeur I swing big bat, Sammy Sosa You a hood rat, but Im digging you Fuck what you nigga do, only take a minute to Suck on this motherfucker like you on a interview Swag up, fresh from the top to the tennis shoes Yea, look at my hoes Pork chops and a bunch of Del Tacos See my dick? Thats the real drug Beat the brakes off a bitch, Billy Club I got a bad bitch Holdin up traffic Catch her in the alley way Do whatever daddy say Bitch Work, work Work, work Work, work Pick your ass up and drop it back down Turn around, hear me now You pick her up, hit her off She bring it back, to a real boss My bitch, my ho, my bossette Young white bitch, Farah Fawcett Swag trippin on her like a faucet Just got off the pole, bout to give me what a boss get Everything you give her on the flow, flow With the same important gang, cold like the North Pole Got a girl out of Jamaica, the paper moneymaker Break you for everything that you got up in the bedroom I got a bitch that you like, jeans fit right I turnt her over night, shes an overnight dyke Shes an overnight sensation, asian persuasion Put my dick up in her mouth, language changed into Haitian That girl that you like I turnt her over night The one you think of Her friend fuck with G Dub Thats my bitch Thats my bitch Thats my bitch On the real cuz flip this, trip this Nigga try to introduce me to my bitch On the turf, I aint drip saw the full dirt Casanova, LaVert, revert Back with another hit, better get another bitch Shes so playful, that bitch aint faithful Cus I can name five different times When the bitch went for hers, so Im gonna get mine I got four lacs, 5 Chevrolets, what it do Even got a bulletproof, Im tied in with the upper echelon When you with me bitch, you get what you want And you can bring a friend too, comment allez-vous Little French dip for a bitch like you Sucker punch, I dont think so Well what do you know? When I pulled up, a little yellow bitch stood up I threw the hood up You know why? That little bitch you like You know, that little shit you like Oh yea, you know I get you right Late night, I come and hit you right Bitch Work, work Work, work Work, work Thats my work! Oh yea she naughty naughty, she a fuck good She wanna party party hands in the air And yea she dont stop, that’s my work 24/7 she dont stop Hold your head back, well come on and take a shot Cus Im here down until the last drop Because you know that I know that I got work She a bad bitch from her smirk to her skirt In a bra T-shirt, she a born workaholic Its so many bitches that a nigga can call it From my iPhone to a Android Hey yo thats my bitch Oh yea, she employed? She got ass, ???? Dance, dance, dance Yeah do it, really work though She a ho tho really tho Yall be doing like this fo show tho The bitch that you bought a drink The bitch you took to the bank The bitch that you said you love Be the only one she thinkin of Motherfucker Stupid ass bitch Stupid ass chick Thats what it is
DPGC, You know what Im throwin up Yeaaa! Yall niggas know what time it is, yeah You know we about to get stupid in this motherfucker! Yeah, all my motherfuckin gangstas put your motherfuckin hands in the air Whos the nigga that you love to hate? Dont debate, bust you - dead in your face Hold up! Wait a minute as I get down and dirty with it Smokin my spinach, Dat Nigga Daz is a menace And Im finna get gangsta with it Im outta the cut with some shit that I wrote With my Dogghouse niggas, so you know I must be dope but I Rat-tat-tat-tat that ass What the fuck, Dat Nigga Daz wont stop Til I get the cash I mash for the cars, and Ill bash your jaw Blue and grey khakis with the All-Stars Ten years of this gangsta shit Bumpin your system front and back and you know that its crip One nigga left the crew, somethin we grew To my monumental niggas that draped in all blue Greyed out, with the white trim Nikes With my first cousin Bigg Snoop Dogg right behind me Wanna die? Try me With them AK twins drop like siamese Get down to grindin, yo nigga, fuck signs Suge Knight is a fat bitch! HA HA I be the nigga with an all gat tucked in my drawers Why nigga? Cause Im down by law D-O-double-G P-O-U-N-D, G-A-N-G-S-T-A C-R-I-P Tell me what time it is cuh,?? Showin yall? niggas theres no love I thug it up, I slug it up, I tug it up I DPGC nigga, you know what Im throwin uuuuup! DPGC nigga, you know what Im throwin uuuuup! Yeah, and you know we gonna keep it gangsta up in this motherfucker Shit, I see my nigga Goldie Loc, whats up cuh! Still ridin, Eastsidin Hittin switches, slappin bitches, makin my riches Cold crippin, stay dippin, still rippin Dippin my cigarettes, fool Im still trippin Kick on back and ease your cool Cause everybody know that Daz and Goldie actin fool Snoop in the Cadillac, rollin up the whole sack Im sitting in this motherfucker, holdin on this mini-mack So say it aint gangsta You one of them Rollin 21 five boys, nigga aint ya? You got that right, now back your ass up here come them Criptonites Im from the land of notorious gangstas With a big Eastside always crip hard and stay anxious Spittin the heat, movin the street Goldie Loc and D-A-Z, motherfucker! DPGC nigga, you know what Im throwin uuuuup! Yeah, Dat Nigga Daz is most definately in the motherfuckin house Yeah, thats what Im talkin about, HA HA I cant quit givin you niggas the blues Double barrell shotty knockin them niggas right out their shoes Solos and crews I... cock the tool and rebuild the nigga whole frame and burnin this fuse I wasnt born to lose I know your mind, your heart, your soul aint what it seems to be When the cannon explode you and your boys is history I told the story of a lifetime, came back with the right rhyme 2003 yeah its all mine So bow down and recognize to a boss I made the shit up nigga, so how you talk You better walk the walk before your ass get chalked See I stalk the street nigga day and dark I spark the flame, Ill leave you niggas all ashamed With The Gang motherfucker we blast and maintain You on the wrong side of the set, motherfucker roll it up DPGC nigga, you know what Im throwin uuuuup! Yeah! HA HA, you know what Im throwin uuuuup! DPGC nigga, you know what Im throwin uuuuup! And it just dont stop, Dogghoused the fuck out Like to say whats up to my cousin Bigg Snoop Dogg Goldie Loc, Tray Deee, my nigga Soopafly Mr. B-A-D, Mr. Kane, Latoia Williams, my nigga E-White And I am Dat Nigga Daz And we gonna keep it Dogghoused out motherfucker! So all yall can suuuck these nuts Now... you understand what we sayin? DPGC... Dogghouse Dat Nigga D-A-Z, L-B-C Eastside for lizie Can you dig it? Oh ya, by the way, Suge Knight is a fat, dick suckin, hatin ass bitch... fucker! Oh ya, fuck your wife too No singin ass bitch Got Dr. Dres dick on her breath
Oouuwee, this weed got me paranoid Oh shit, the effects hit me so hard It must be full of cannabinoids Please sell me a quarter, how much you want for it? This shit got me sleepwalkin’, we dont sleep often Three bags on the table cause I need options What is that? I think I smell a seed poppin’, shit Where the hell you been? Weed shoppin’ You can smell it through the bag I took a dab And now I’m stuck and I dont wanna leave the pad And while my heart beatin’, can you hear it? I’m paranoid, I’m lookin’ out my rear view mirror TSA, they got the eye on my bag But I forgot, I’m Big Bern and they dont care what I have They wave me thru take a pic and then they give me a dap I hit the G- pen on the plane then I take me a nap The lemoncello’s so good that I keep every batch But you can grab a QP, just throw me a rack Them Scotty bags get burned, we got plenty on packs And becareful on my line, I think my shit is tapped Oouuwee, this weed got me paranoid Oh shit, the effects hit me so hard It must be full of cannabinoids Please sell me a quarter, how much you want for it? Been smokin’ weed since back, way back Rollin’ up a sack, lookin’ at Pat Sejak But I haven’t felt like this in a minute Who grew this new shit and what did they put in it? Feelin’ like a midget, oh my bad, a little person In the sky, high, tryin’ to fly with no rehearsin’ Man, I only felt worse than this when I’m on that liquor Come on, boy, have a drink, hey fuck it nigga Got to get blowed, quick, why waist time? Double shot of Jose got to chase mine What the fuck is this? I’m so high How much should I buy?, Fuck it give the whole thing Me and my niggas stand in line like soul train Smoke all night like propane cacaine no mane I can’t sabotage my stuff, this weed got a nigga paranoid enough Oouuwee, this weed got me paranoid Oh shit, the effects hit me so hard It must be full of cannabinoids Please sell me a quarter, how much you want for it? This year Thanksgiving fell on a Tuesday It’s my world, motherfucker, fuck what the rules say All black clouds like it’s your doomsday Married to the game, so this is what the groom say I’m so motherfuckin’ ‘noid right now Good thing that I’m hangin’ with my boys right now All the way to Heaven with Devin and Berner I got my dope sack off of 11th and Verner And its a cookie pack Big Snoop Dogg, yeah I took it back See I’m a veteran, nigga you a rookie pack Look at that nigga right here, and those bitches over there And all of that smoke that’s floatin’ in the air Yeah we ball and pop On my block you better not call the cops No matter what you thought or what you’d seen Hid my dope so I can get away clean Oouuwee, this weed got me paranoid Oh shit, the effects hit me so hard It must be full of cannabinoids Please sell me a quarter, how much you want for it? Shit Oh Lord, paranoid Oh yeah Shit Oh Lord, paranoid Oh yeah
220 get dressed up, jumped on a boat Fuck with my locs Breakin the bread 220 on the boat, heres a toast to my folks Its a holiday, Crip, Ima fuck with my locs Get dressed, so fresh, big S on my chest Now Im feelin work, yellow Steeler shirt 501s with the Stacy Adams tips Picture a room full of Long Beach 20 Crips Doin this, who in this? You in this? We in this bitch Wish the dead homeboys was seein this shit Neither, none, best 20 minutes or less Its a C-Walk contest, who do it the best? Right your set with the feet, skip along to the beat Represent your shit and bang out your street For real though, king of the hill though Run up on a nigga, you get popped like a pill yo See Im a dub motherfucker, and all yall know So if youre with it, lets get it 432-O, come on We rollin We rollin We rollin We rollin I got my do dirt locs on, you better leave them gloves alone Popped up on them blocks, 15s rumblin, carvin up the concrete I go back like G-Man and SA double G, yeah Doggie Dogg scooped a nigga up a long time ago And said, We gotta do this for the big 2-O, you know Lets slap some dominos, and crack some bitches, cuz Catch me yellin out Trick, I been the dub This a hood day, nigga what a good day Where them homies , hit him and tell him lets parlae Never outta with I keep the line open Meditatin, contemplatin the way we grind on em Big beefin always told me always keep my crippin tight This one goes out to goats, cuh, 20 crip for life Never ever will I switch up My colors black and gold, all the homies throw your dubs up We rollin We rollin We rollin We rollin Im shootin like I just started But Ima walk up in this motherfucker cold-hearted I know you niggas dont see me as much as youd like Cause Im out gettin money when Im rockin the mic Im a long way from Locus Ave, my locas have Been there with me through the good and bad Know look, let me reminisce, and twist a fuckin blunt to spark I got put on, 84 at King Park Shottin hoops with Charlie Mo and With the bumblebees, real east-side Gs Then go to and ball out for any black ass And wait for all the bitches at Poly to get outta class Im poppin at em from a distant, but Im persistent Thats some 20 crip shit See Im a dub motherfucker and all yall know So if youre with it, lets get it 432-O, come on We rollin We rollin We rollin We rollin What up cuh Happy 220 day to you my nigga Yeah cuh Im just shittin out here my nigga, know what Im sayin? Drinkin on this Miller Genuine Draft Feelin real good, ye know Im sayin? Its hood day today cuh Yeah, whats yall gon do cuh? Shit, my nigga Shit, the homies gettin together cuh We gon fuck with the homies two times then Alright Ill be dressed in round 20 mins then cuh Let me know the location Ra, ra, rollin, rollin In a minute cuh We rollin We rollin We rollin We rollin We rollin We rollin
Eyo BattleCat, Its yo Dogg Bigg Snoopy D.O. Double G Eyka I was thinking... We need to take it back to the way it used to be You feel me? Yeah, cmon, yeah drift with me, drift with me, cmon, drift with me yall Reflections of the way life used to be Its all right Take it back to the afros and the naturals Cape cutter picks we slips into the back roads Im O.G. my nigga for real though Straight up off that east side top of the hill yo Im looking at the overview Thinking bout 86 damn I was overdue Walking in the hood making mix tapes trying to walk up out the hood While Im chucking at the hood nigga talk about the hood That I came from it raised me real Crip crazy What up, oops a daisy Demon or a heathen, scheming while Im dreaming Screaming to get even, seeing is believing And dont you forget that Get it to you get back hit that kick back Three flies one a way Reminisce about the things that my grandmama use to say Stay in your own lane stay on your own and quit trying to be grown Day turn to night and play turn to fight Yeah I guess my granny was right Reflections of the way life used to be Its all right I like them girls from Ladera Heights or the girls on Hills I take a trip up the World On Wheels and get in a fight Make it back to my ride Pop shots at some suckers disrespecting the side My big homie my cuzzo schoolyard bozo Slid me away just to get me away Im just a Long Beach nigga outside of my hood Im banging riding but doing it good When I get locked down there aint hiding and wondering As soon as I hit the County Im up in 48 hundred With the dealers the killers the realest The best from the west and the beast from the east Yeah Im acting a fool Im getting my degree from gladiator school I chose this life cause I knows this life Sell a little crack and my flows is tight Im clear on my choice and whats cold is I can still hear my grandmas voice She say day turn to night and play turn to fight Yeah I guess my granny was right Reflections of the way life used to be Reminisce Its all right If you get caught then you dont walk cause you dont talk And these was the rules squeeze on these fools I came up in a different era homie Where the Gs is the Gs and the little wannabes really want it Wanna be like cause the C life make you wanna G like Now who you wanna be like Snoop That fool on the TV screen Or the homie on the corner getting major cream In the Cadillac beating like Battlecat A nigga with money dont know how to act Smoke til your eyes get cataracts All money nonsense yeah none of that Quarter sack run it back Hold him back lock him up bag him up front him that If a trick jump the track do you want your money back Lil bitch was a bunny rat Watch for the funny hat Cause its gonna come And my granny said its no fun She say day turn to night and play turn to fight Yeah I guess my granny was right Reflections of the way life used to be Its all right
New booty You gon be somebodys sweet cherry pie down there You better come up here Shit, I aint nobody Hostess Twinkie, homie You will when they pull a finger out ya ass Huh? The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him He came in hard, but a little fruity Walked off soft, yous a new booty Walked off soft, hes a new booty When you hit the yard, yous a new booty You better have some guards, you a new booty Pull your pants up, young loc, cause you some new booty I done seen niggas hit the yard, gangbang rookie When he came home, he was soft as a cookie Its rules to this shit, its in the gangbang booklet From Long Beach to Brooklyn, you better have a look in Nigga, be careful of what you do and what you say And make sure your niggas is A-OK A1 from day one, I dont have to wonder You see, I came up in the hood so the hoodll never take me under The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him He came in hard but a little fruity Walked off soft, yous a new booty Walked off soft, hes a new booty When you hit the yard, yous a new booty You better have some guards, you a new booty Pull your pants up, young loc, cause you some new booty Notice how everything on the streets aint in here Yeah, homie, he in here Back against the wall on a call, tryna get home Loved by a few, so everybody on your dizzown You cant trust him, him, her, or him either Better learn the law, my nigga, if you aint legal You see, I dont have to wonder You see, I came up in the hood so the hoodll never take me under The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him He came in hard but a little fruity Walked off soft, yous a new booty Walked off soft, hes a new booty When you hit the yard, yous a new booty You better have some guards, you a new booty Pull your pants up, young loc, cause you some new booty Stack your plate, rack the gate, eyes up behind the wall Pay attention, stay attentive, man, you better watch your dawgs Cause theyll be the last ones to bail you out But theyll be the first ones to sell you out Nowhere to turn, so you better have a lookout Barbecue picnic, chicken, nigga, you the cookout But me, I dont have to wonder You see, I came up in the hood so the hoodll never take me under The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him He came in hard but a little fruity Walked off soft, yous a new booty Walked off soft, hes a new booty When you hit the yard, yous a new booty You better have some guards, you a new booty Pull your pants up, young loc, cause you some new booty Oh What the homies gon say now? Im somebodys bitch