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Strange fruit hangin from the poplar trees Blood on the leaves I just need to clear my mind now Its been racin since the summertime Now Im holdin down the summer now And all I want is what I cant buy now Cause I aint got the money on me right now And I told you to wait Yeah, I told you to wait So Ima need a little more time now Cause I aint got the money on me right now And I thought you could wait Yeah, I thought you could wait These bitches surroundin me All want something out me Then they talk about me Would be lost without me We couldve been somebody Thought youd be different bout it Now I know you not it So lets get on with it We couldve been somebody stead you had to tell somebody Lets take it back to the first party When you tried your first molly And came out of your body And came out of your body Running naked down the lobby And you was screamin that you love me Before the limelight tore ya Before the limelight stole ya Remember we were so young When I would hold you Before the blood on the leaves I know there aint wrong with me Something strange is happenin You couldve been somebody We couldve, ugh, we couldve been somebody Or was it on the first party When we tried our first molly And came out of our body And came out of our body Before they call lawyers Before you tried to destroy us How you gon lie to the lawyer? Its like I dont even know ya I gotta bring it back to the nolia Fuck them other niggas cause Im down with my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause Im down with my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause Im down with my niggas I ride with my niggas, Id die for my... To all my second-string bitches, tryin get a baby Tryin get a baby, now you talkin crazy I dont give a damn if you used to talk to JAY-Z He aint with you, he with Beyoncé, you need to stop actin lazy She Instagram herself like #BadBitchAlert He Instagram his watch like #MadRichAlert He only wanna see that ass in reverse Two-thousand-dollar bag with no cash in your purse Now you sittin courtside, wifey on the other side Gotta keep em separated, I call that apartheid Then she said she pregnant-ated, thats the night your heart died Then you gotta go and tell your girl and report that Main reason cause your pastor said you cant abort that Now your driver say that new Benz, you cant afford that All that cocaine on the table, you cant snort that That go into that, all that money that the court got All in on that alimony, uh Yeah-yeah, she got you, homie, yeah Til death, but do your part, uh Unholy matrimony That summer night holdin long and long, din long Now waiting for the summer rose and And breathe and breathe And breathe and breathe And breathe and breathe And live and learn And live and learn And livin and livin like I’m lonely Lonely, lonely And livin all I have And livin all And live And live

What up, world? Its your boy, just one of the guys down here Well, I could be more specific Uh, Im a human And I just wanted to, you know For the sake of all of us earthlings out there Just wanted to say: We love the Earth, it is our planet We love the Earth, it is our home We love the Earth, it is our planet We love the Earth, it is our home Hi, Im a baboon Im like a man, just less advanced And my anus is huge Hey, Im a zebra No one knows what I do, but I look pretty cool Am I white or black? Im a lion cub And Im always getting licked Hows it going? Im a cow You drink milk from my tits Im a fat, fuckin pig Im a common fungus Im a disgruntled skunk, shoot you out my butthole Im a marijuana plant, I can get you fucked up And Im Kanye West We love the Earth, it is our planet We love the Earth, it is our home We love the Earth, it is our planet We love the Earth, it is our home We love the Earth Ba-dum-ba-dum-dum, ba-dum-da-di We are the vultures, feed on the dead Were just some rhinos, horny as heck Im just a giraffe, whats with this neck? Hippity-hop, Im a kangaroo I hop all day, up and down with you Im an elephant, I got junk in my trunk What the fuck? Im a clam! Im a wolf. Howl! Im a squirrel, lookin for my next nut And Im a pony, just a freak horse, heh-heh-heh But, uh, cmon, get on , yah! Giddy up, lets ride Im HPV, dont let me in Im a koala and I sleep all the time So what? Its cute We love you, India We love you, Africa We love the Chinese We forgive you, Germany Earth, it is our planet We love the Earth , it is our home We love the Earth, it is our planet We love the Earth, it is our home We love the Earth Im a man Can you hear me? Ive trudged the Earth for so damn long And still dont know shit I hope its not a simulation Give each other names like Ahmed and Pedro And, yeah, we like to wear clothes, girls still look beautiful And it covers up our human dick , eat a lot of tuna fish But these days, its like we dont know how to act All these shootings, pollution, we under attack on ourselves Like, lets all just chill , respect what we built Like look at the internet! Its cracking as hell Fellas, dont you love to cum when you have sex? And I heard women orgasms are better than a dicks So what we got this land for? What we gotta stand for? Love, and we love the Earth Oh, yeah, baby, I love the Earth I love this planet Hey, Russia, were cool Hey, Asia, all of you, cmon Every one of you from the plains to the Sahara Lets come together and live Hum-dum-dum-dae-dum, hum-dum-dum-dae-dum 우-우-우리는 지구를 사랑해요 Amamos la tierra 我们爱地球 Cmon everybody, I know were not all the same But were living on the same Earth Have you ever been to Earth? Everyone who is listening has been to Earth, Ariana Were not making music for aliens here Are we gonna die? You know what, Bieber? We might die Im not going to lie to you I mean, theres so many people out here who dont think global warmings a real thing. You know? We gotta save this planet. Were being stupid Unless we get our shit together now

Mustard on the beat hoe! I said that Ima ride for my motherfuckin niggas Most likely Ima die with my finger on the trigger Ive been grindin outside all day with my niggas And I aint goin in unless Im with my niggas My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga Yeah! First things first I love all my niggas This rap shit cracked and I involve my niggas You lookin for some lean, lemme call my nigga He sell it for the high, I need all mines nigga Some niggas smoke smoke, some niggas drink drank Got niggas on the block with the Glock that dont think I said, thats a nigga back up, they in a bucket lapped up I got to act right if you niggas wanna act up He talkin like a snitch, no, that ain’t my nigga He trippin off a bitch, no, that aint my nigga Take a nigga case, yeah thats my nigga Know him since I was eight, yeah thats my nigga Fucked my first bitch, passed her to my nigga Hit my first lick, passed with my nigga Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my niggas I ride for my niggas, fuck them other niggas I said that Ima ride for my motherfuckin niggas Most likely Ima die with my finger on the trigger Ive been grindin outside all day with my niggas And I aint goin in unless Im with my niggas My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga Just know Im down with the niggas down for me I got two words for you, love and loyalty It was me and my nigga, trippin on a half a B Then we used to hit a mall and buy everything we see Me and my down ass nigga get twisted Nigga get to trippin, knock the gravy out your biscuit Just know I fucked with you the long way, my nigga So when I see you out Im like, Hey, my nigga! Drink that act right by the case, my niggas Drink that act right and get straight with my niggas Me and my nigga ridin dirty tryna chase them figures Who got the yopper, who got the yola? Dont matter, go figure I said that Ima ride for my motherfuckin niggas Most likely Ima die with my finger on the trigger Ive been grindin outside all day with my niggas And I aint goin in unless Im with my niggas My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga got cake, my nigga got weight My nigga fronted me, he the reason Im straight My nigga got a house, my nigga got a lake My nigga we eatin, my nigga get a plate And were still hittin licks, my nigga, my nigga Runnin off a nigga shit, my nigga, my nigga I fucked a nigga bitch with my nigga, my nigga If a nigga talkin shit then he aint my nigga My nigga, my nigga YG my nigga and I aint goin in, aint tryna leave my niggas Shawty seein me and want to leave with a nigga But it wasnt enough room cause I came with my niggas My niggas, my niggas I need a set of wings cause Im too fly, nigga And Im all about my business like a suit and tie nigga I ride for my niggas I said that Ima ride for my motherfuckin niggas Most likely Ima die with my finger on the trigger Ive been grindin outside all day with my niggas And I aint goin in unless Im with my niggas My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga Yeah...

Yeah, nigga, were still fuckin wit you Still waters run deep Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E. 99, nigga, guess whos back Still, still doin that shit, huh, Dre? Oh for sho Yeah Check me out Its still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga Though Ive grown a lot, cant keep it home a lot Cause when I frequent the spots that Im known to rock You hear the bass from the truck when Im on the block Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How? Nigga, my last album was The Chronic They wanna know if he still got it They say raps changed, they wanna know how I feel about it Dr. Dre is the name, Im ahead of my game Still puffin my leaves, still fuck with the beats Still not lovin police Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease Still got love for the streets, reppin 213 Still the beats bang, still doin my thang Since I left aint too much changed, still Im representin for them gangstas all across the world Hittin them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, its the D.R.E. Im representin for them gangstas all across the world Hittin them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, its the D.R.E. Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem Hes triple platinum, doin 50 a week Still, I stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My lifes like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat rap like Cali weed: I smoke til Im sleep Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat I bring the fire til youre soakin in your seat Its not a fluke, its been tried, Im the truth Since Turn Out the Lights from the World Class Wreckin Cru Im still at it, after mathematics In the home of drive-bys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through, then I give you D.R.E. Im representin for them gangstas all across the world Hittin them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, its the D.R.E. Im representin for them gangstas all across the world Hittin them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, its the D.R.E. It aint nothin but more hot shit Another classic CD for yall to vibe with Whether youre coolin on the corner wit your fly bitch Laidback in the shack, play this track Im representin for the gangstas all across the world Still Ill break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Niggas try to be the king, but the ace is back Dr. Dre be the name , still runnin the game Still got it wrapped like a mummy Still aint trippin, love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more livin hard Barbeques every day, drivin fancy cars Still gon get mine regardless Im representin for them gangstas all across the world Hittin them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, its the D.R.E. Im representin for them gangstas all across the world Hittin them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, its the D.R.E. Im representin for them gangstas all across the world Hittin them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, its the D.R.E. Right back up in your mothafuckin ass 9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs Smoke some wit your Dogg No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks! Some of that real sticky-icky-icky Ooh wee! Put it in the air! Well, yous a fool, D-R, ha-ha

One, two, three and to the four Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door Ready to make an entrance so back on up Cause you know were bout to rip shit up Give me the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble Aint nuthin but a G thang, baby Two loced out niggas going crazy Death Row is the label that pays me Unfadeable so please dont try to fade this But, um, back to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected so Ima let em understand From a young Gs perspective And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive You never know, she could be earnin her man and learnin her man And at the same time burnin her man Now, you know I aint with that shit, Lieutenant Aint no pussy good enough to get burnt while Im up in it And thats realer than Real-Deal Holyfield And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel Well, if its good enough to get broke off a proper chunk Ill take a small piece of some of that funky stuff Its like this and like that and like this and a— Its like that and like this and like that and a— Its like this and like that and like this and a— Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom Well, Im peepin and Im creepin and Im creepin But I damn near got caught cause my beeper kept beepin Now its time for me to make my impression felt So sit back, relax, and strap on your seat belt You never been on a ride like this befo With a producer who can rap and control the micstro At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick You know and I know, I flow some old funky shit To add to my collection, the selection Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but dont choke If you do, youll have no clue Of what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do Its like this and like that and like this and a— Its like that and like this and like that and a— Its like this, and who gives a fuck about those? So just chill til the next episode Youve got the feeling Rock the other side Youve got the feeling Fallin back on that ass with a hellafied gangsta lean Gettin funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens Its the capital S, oh, yes, Im fresh, N, double-O, P D, O, double-G, Y, D, O, double-G, you see Showin much flex when its time to wreck a mic Pimpin hoes and clockin a grip like my name was Dolemite Yeah, and it dont quit I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin G shit So, Dre Gotta give em what they want We gotta break em off somethin And its gotta be bumpin Is where it takes place, so when asked, your attention Mobbin like a motherfucker but I aint lynchin Droppin the funky shit thats makin the sucker niggas mumble When Im on the mic, its like a cookie, they all crumble Try to get close and your assll get smacked My motherfuckin homie Doggy Dogg has got my back Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then Im slippin But if I got my nina, then you know Im straight trippin And Ima continue to put the rap down, put the mac down And if you bitches talk shit, I have to put the smack down Yeah, and you dont stop I told ya Im just like a clock when I tick and I tock But Im never off, always on to the break of dawn C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city they call Long Beach Puttin the shit together Like my nigga D.O.C., no one can do it better Like this, that and this and a— Its like that and like this and like that and a— Its like this, and who gives a fuck about those? So just chill til the next episode Youve got the feeling Rock the other side Youve got the feeling Youve got the feeling Rock the other side Youve got the feeling Youve got the feeling Rock the other side Youve got the feeling

What money got to do with it When I dont know the full definition of a rap image? Im trapped inside the ghetto and I aint proud to admit it Institutionalized, I keep runnin back for a visit, hol up Get it back I said Im trapped inside the ghetto and I aint proud to admit it Institutionalized, I could still kill me a nigga, so what? If I was the president Id pay my mamas rent Free my homies and them Bulletproof my Chevy doors Lay in the White House and get high, Lord Whoever thought? Master, take the chains off me! Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom Zoom, zoom, zoom, shit Life, to me, like a box of chocolate Quid pro quo, somethin for somethin, thats the obvious Oh shit, flows so sick, dont you swallow it Bitin my style, youre salmonella poison positive I can just alleviate the rap industry politics Milk the game up, never lactose intolerant The last remainder of real shit, you know the obvious Me, scholarship? No, streets put me through colleges Be all you can be, true, but the problem is Dream only a dream if work dont follow it Remind me of the homies that used to know me, now follow this Ill tell you my hypothesis, Im probably just way too loyal K Dizzle will do it for you, my niggas think Im a god Truthfully all of em spoiled, usually, youre never charged But somethin came over you once I took you to them fuckin BET Awards You lookin at artistses like theyre harvestses So many Rollies around you and you want all of em Somebody told me you thinkin bout snatchin jewelry I shouldve listened when my grandmama said to me: Shit dont change until you get up and wash yo ass, nigga Shit dont change until you get up and wash yo ass, boy Shit dont change until you get up and wash yo ass, nigga Oh now, slow down And once upon a time, in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga He was five-foot somethin, God bless the kid Took his homies to the show and this is what they said: Fuck am I posed to do when Im lookin at walkin licks? The constant big money talk bout the mansion and foreign whips The private jets and passport, presidential glass floor Gold bottles, gold models, givin up the ass for Instagram flicks, suckin dick, fuck is this? One more sucker wavin with a flashy wrist My defense mechanism tell me to get him Quickly because he got it Its a recession, then why the fuck he at King of Diamonds? No more livin poor, meet my four-four When I see em, put the per diem on the floor Now Kendrick, know theyre your co-workers But its gon take a lot fore this pistol go cold turkey Now I can watch his watch on the TV and be okay But see Im on the clock once that watch landin in LA Remember steal from the rich and givin it back to the poor? Well, thats me at these awards I guess my grandmama was warnin a boy She said... Shit dont change until you get up and wash yo ass, nigga Shit dont change until you get up and wash yo ass, boy Shit dont change until you get up and wash yo ass, nigga Oh now, slow down And once upon a time, in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga He was five-foot something, dazed and confused Talented but still under the neighborhood ruse You can take your boy out the hood But you cant take the hood out the homie Took his show money, stashed it in the mozey wozey Hollywoods nervous Fuck you, goodnight, thank you much for your service

La-da-da-da-dah Its the motherfuckin D-O-double-G La-da-da-da-dah You know Im mobbin with the D-R-E, yeah, yeah, yeah You know whos back up in this motherfucker What? What? What? What? So blaze the weed up then, blaze it up, blaze it up! Just blaze that shit up, nigga! Yeah, sup, Snoop? Top Dogg, bite em all, nigga, burn the shit up D-P-G-C, my nigga, turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah, we hookin back up And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up Thug niggas, drug dealers, yeah, they givin it up Lowlife, yo life, boy, we livin it up Takin chances while we dancin in the party for sure Slipped my ho a forty-fo when she got in the back do Bitches lookin at me strange, but you know I dont care Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin my hair Bitch, quit talkin, Crip walk if you down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope on this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if yo ass get cracked, bitch, shut yo trap Come back, get back, thats the part of success If you believe in the X, youll be relievin your stress La-da-da-da-dah Its the motherfuckin D-R-E La-da-da-da-dah You know Im mobbin with the D-O-double-G Straight off the fuckin streets of C-P-T King of the beats, you ride to em in your Fleet Or Coupe DeVille rollin on dubs How you feel? Whoopty whoop, nigga what? Dre and Snoop chronicd out in the llac With D.O.C. in the back, sippin on gnac Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood South Central out to the West Side, its California Love This California bud got a nigga gang of pub Im on one, I might bail up in the Century Club With my jeans on, and my team strong Get my drink on and my smoke on Then go home with somethin to poke on Loc, its on for the two-triple-oh Comin real, its the next episode Hold up, hey For my niggas who be thinkin we soft, we dont play We gonna rock it til the wheels fall off Hold up, hey For my niggas who be actin too bold, take a seat Hope you ready for the next episode Hey, hey, hey, hey Smoke weed every day

Ha-ha-ha, Im serious, nigga One of yall niggas got some bad motherfuckin breath Aye, baby, aye, baby, aye, baby Get some bubblegum in this motherfucker or somethin Aye, nigga, get somethin to eat, dog Aye, nigga, study long, study wrong, nigga With so much drama in the L-B-C Its kind of hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin up with funky-ass shit, like, every single day May I kick a little something for the Gs And make a few ends as I breeze through? Two in the mornin and the partys still jumpin ‘Cause my momma aint home I got bitches in the livin room gettin it on And they aint leavin till six in the mornin So what you wanna do? Shit, I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But we dont love them hoes, yeah So we gon smoke an ounce to this Gs up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this Rollin down the street, smokin indo Sippin on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Rollin down the street, smokin indo Sippin on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Now that I got me some Seagrams gin Everybody got they cups, but they aint chipped in Now this type of shit happens all the time You got to get yours but, fool, I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you listening to the D-O-G I got the cultivating music that be captivating he Who listens to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street And get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie She used to be the homeboys lady 80 degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these N-U-Ts, ‘cause you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound Feel the breeze beyotch, Im just… Rollin down the street, smokin indo Sippin on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Rollin down the street, smokin indo Sippin on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Later on that day, my homie Dr. Dre Came through with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic That made me choke; shit, this aint no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, Im fucked up now But it aint no stoppin, Im still poppin Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton To serve me; not with a cherry on top ‘Cause when I bust my nut Im raising up off the cot Dont get upset, girl, thats just how it goes I dont love you, hoes, Im out the door, and Ill be... Rollin down the street, smokin indo Sippin on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Rollin down the street, smokin indo Sippin on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Rollin down the street, smokin indo Sippin on gin and juice, beyotch With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Rollin down the street, smokin indo Sippin on gin and juice, beyotch With my mind on my money And my money on my mind

Hello, how can I help you? Hi, my names Dave Burd. Uh, I have an appointment today Its probably under Lil Dicky, actually. Im a... Im a rapper, so... Okay, and who are you here to see? Uh, Snoop Dogg? Says here Snoop D-O-G-G Oh, yeah. Hes right down the hall. First door to your right Give him a knock and he should be right with you Thanks. Its uh, this door right here, right? Mm-hmm Thank you Grab a seat Thanks, Im Dave, very nice to meet Dave, what it do? You can call me Dogg Let me just check your sheet No problem, sir, let me just say Im a big fan of the shit the that yall make I cant lie, I been thinking about this all day All good, theres a reason that we called, Dave, let me start with your background, where you come from? Sure, I was undergrad down there in Richmond Before that Oh, you talking bout my hometown? Yeah I was born out of Philly, grew up in a little silly old town called Cheltenham It was in the suburbs, upper-middle wealth around So real shit, you aint never had to struggle for much? I wouldnt say it like that, we just had a different kind of trap Elaborate Well I aint never had a tool, but I had to be the man at school Like I was doing shit I had to do so when I finished undergrad, Im cool and I can get whatever job I wanted But the job you wanted wasnt all that bumping Yeah, and I saw it quick all the flaws that be coming when you grow up like that When you been racing them rats, you aint been making them raps Boo-hoo what a hardship How you paid to get the rap shit started? Man, my Bar Mitzvah money But dont diss me buddy, I wasnt one of them youngins up on the block who had nothing to lose I mustve wanted this a lot, I had something to choose Ha, look at that, I can say theres something to prove up in yo ass Yeah, I guess Thats enough of the past, what makes you want to do rap? Oh my God, its the best Bitches let me draw up on their breasts Literally, I can reinvent myself, I get a forum to project myself Its never boring, every morning I wake up and try to best myself I never got to be suppressed or stealthy to express myself Its kinda healthy Cool, now let me put you through a couple hypotheticals Sure In a club and a couple niggas threaten you Uh, I wouldnt do shit And I dont even get what that got to do with this? Shut the fuck up, raps like life If you wanna do this, then you wont get far acting like a little bitch Nah, thats my niche! Dont get offended by this, but thats the market yall missed Thats the target Ill hit and thats the heart of my pitch I wanna do this whole thing different What the fuck you mean you wanna do the whole thing different? Uh, you know, I-I think, like, you know Traditionally people have been doing the job, uh, you know, the same kind of way for a long time But traditionally speaking, this shit works, right? Nah, like, I get that, but I-I just think like, you know You dont know if it could be working even better And I think you should look at me as an opportunity to find that out I dont mean any disrespect by that Im just saying I have a different background Like a different perspective way of looking at things than your typical applicant So what are your biggest strengths? Well, my flow is crazy, I can switch that amazing For example, I can be like aint nobody fucking with Lil Dicky When he get up on that shit and spit it sick and ridiculous Ripping this shit like its never been did and the rhythm is never predictable Cause I can switch it, deliver this shit in whatever cadence you bitches prefer Alright, alright, I get it Top of that, lyrically Im pretty damn clever Got a long bottom bitch, call the ho Neville And I blew it from the jump, Derrick Rose knee You can say Im pretty smart how I know better And yall been winning like Pistorius, its no feat Bro, I can go on and on Im taking over any man like father-in-laws Okay enough of the punchline, that aint showing me you different than the other guys Well I dont know if they can run it like that But aint nobody else doing funny type rap Whats that? Well, I can tell a story about my morning Watching Boy Meets World and jerking off to Topanga Lawrence Like the 14 year old Topanga Oh this shit like a joke to you? I dont get it Nah it aint like that I just happen to be a nutty abundantly funny type of individual Like, as a guy, so when I get up on the mic, I aint finna just lie Real recognize real, right? Yeah, I guess... so what you tryna do Five years from now, tell me bout the dude Well, I dont care about the money Like, its the respect that Im wanting Honestly, I just want to be one of the greats Where they gotta bring your boy up every debate I dont wanna leave the game the same In a nutshell, whats your legacy? Well, I wanna be the dude that came in and made the stand-up rap Put the random rap in demand like that for the people that was anti-rap Yet, the fans of rap start to recognize that anti-rap Is ironically one of the real brands of rap left That shit sound pretty damn complex I guess, I wanna be the best I just wanna do it my way And turn the whole game sideways And show people you aint gotta be resigned to the highway You can make a path while these motherfuckers drive straight I aint mad at that Well thanks, man, thats my plan of my attack Just let me in and Ima rap the plaques And I aint about to win them back to back Im bout to win them like its back to back to back to back to back Til I stop rapping You aint even sold a damn album yet True Thats a lot of talk from a wily vet Let alone a young rook nigga You misread me Nah this aint a book nigga Well thats one of my flaws, Im too competitive dawg No, you just fucking repetitive dawg I get it, you trying to be better than all, but you arent shit until cheddars involved I get that I gotta prove myself No shit, you aint done shit Think about that though Only doing this a couple of years One tape and Im like this? This shit is aight for your first shit But you dont know if its your worst shit You dont think finding out would be worth it? It might be, it might not But Ima put your ass to work, kid Wait, like, like I have the job? Like really? Well one more thing, let me see if you could put a hook together What would you do for the hook for this song? Uh, you want me to make a hook up right now? Do I look like the type of nigga that like repeating himself? All right, uh, okay Man do the hook! Im bout to be professional Homie, Im professional Uh, maybe like a low voice type thing? Nigga, that shit is garbage, man Well, you know, I feel like there might have been some upside to it But Im not good at thinking of things on the spot like that Dont yall normally like outsource for that kind of thing sometimes? Sometimes, but you know, that was some next level Dogg shit right there Yeah, you know, Im just way better when I get to think things through Have, like, my dual screen action that type of thing Whatever man, you tryna smoke a blunt? Right now? Yeah Sure Dope. Juanita, bring some weed in here, please. Thank you You got it, Snoop. Ill be right there Thanks, Juanita. Super nice woman Nigga, why does everything you say sound so soft? Uh, I really dont wanna be spoken to like that, so... Pfft, yeah, whatever. Thanks Hey, I got yall your weed Damn, thats some great looking weed. Its just so early Can I get you guys anything else while Im here? Coffee? Tea? Head? Bottled water? D-Did you just say head? Yeah. You aint never got no head before? I mean... Just feels like... A lot, right now Okay But what kind of tea do you guys have? We got mint, raspberry, Earl Grey, English Breakfast... Actually, Ill take head I knew your little dirty ass wanted some head

Is this thing on? Word So what we get drunk? So what we smoke weed? Were just having fun We dont care who sees So what we go out? Thats how its supposed to be Living young and wild and free So what I keep ‘em rolled up? Saggin my pants, not caring what I show Keep it real with my niggas Keep it player for these hoes It look clean, dont it? Washed it the other day, watch how you lean on it Give me some 501 jeans on it Roll joints bigger than King Kongs fingers And smoke them hoes down til they stingers You a class clown and if I skip for the day Im with your bitch smokin grade A You know what? Its like Im 17 again Peach fuzz on my face Lookin, on the case Tryna find a hella taste Oh my god, Im on the chase, Chevy Its gettin kinda heavy, relevant, sellin it Dippin away, time keeps slippin away Zip in the safe, flippin for pay Tippin like Im drippin in paint Upfront, four blunts, like, “Khalifa put the weed in a J” So what we get drunk? So what we smoke weed? Were just having fun We dont care who sees So what we go out? Thats how its supposed to be Living young and wild and free And I dont even care Cause if me and my team in there Theres gonna be some weed in the air Tell em Mac Blowin everywhere we goin and now you knowin When I step right up, get my lighter so I can light up Thats how it should be done Soon as you thinkin youre down Find how to turn things around Now things are lookin up From the ground up, pound up, this Taylor Gang So turn my sound up and mount up and do my thang Now Im chillin, fresh outta class, feelin Like Im on my own and I could probably own a building Got my own car, no job, no children Had a science project, me and Mac killed it T-H-C, M-A-C, D-E-V, H-D-3, high as me This is us, we gon fuss And we gon fight and we gon roll And live off life So what we get drunk? So what we smoke weed? Were just having fun We dont care who sees So what we go out? Thats how its supposed to be Living young and wild and free Yea, roll one, smoke one When you live like this youre supposed to party Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun So we just, roll one, smoke one When you live like this youre supposed to party Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun So what we get drunk? So what we smoke weed? Were just having fun We dont care who sees So what we go out? Thats how its supposed to be Living young and wild and free

Im talking bout putting on, riding out, Glocks in my mas house Front you with that work You say you want that head-up, but we dont fight fair, bruh Catch you slipping from the backside, then knock you out Ace gon stomp you out, then Buddah gon stomp you out Nine milli pokin out, four-fizzy pokingout Death Row days, show you what this West Coast about Id die for my motherfucking nigga Jump in front a bullet for my motherfucking nigga On the stand, Id lie for my motherfucking nigga Rob a bank, Id drive for my motherfucking nigga, real talk I dont really fuck with too many niggas Cause niggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels I be laughing to the bank like the fucking money tickle Driving somethin that you aint, top off—suck a nipple And I never put a ho before my bro, dont beef over no ho And my niggas sell them keys if you cant open your door Hope you ride for my motherfucking niggas When it rains, it pours; its dry for me and my fucking niggas, yeah I kill for my motherfucking niggas, vice-versa Eyes red from the kush I blew—white person Got my middle finger on the trigger, and with my little finger to you niggas I swear its fuck all yall niggas, except my niggas, oww! I said, Ima ride for my motherfucking nigga Most likely, Ima die with my finger on the trigger Ive been grinding outside all day with my niggas And I aint going in less Im with my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga, yeah Ohh! I done spent a million dollars on my motherfucking niggas You catch me out Chicago with them motherfucking hittas Call up RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk to bring the trigger And when we on the lean, we aint fucking with the liquor Ima buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the bitches She keep liking all my pictures Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and neck be lit up Catch you at the red light, have em screaming, “Caine, get up! Same nigga from the bottom, aint a damn thing change C—C—Catch me out in Collins, screaming, Money aint a thang In a red Mulsanne, looking like I claim Blood And if homie aint my homie, then I know it aint love Screaming out, 4 Hunnid!” YG, thats my nigga Cause I been in the field, life on the line, with him And if its really real, Ill prolly die with him Cause when I need the choppers, I just tell Tak, Hit em, what! I said, Ima ride for my motherfucking nigga Most likely, Ima die with my finger on the trigger Ive been grinding outside all day with my niggas And I aint going in less Im with my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga, yeah I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, nigga I—I—I dont know, is it me or its your thirst, nigga? You nig— You niggas aint got no joints Like they injured Chris Paul, you aint got no point I just come through with a couple bossy bitches They get money too, they some dont cross me bitches Flossy bitches, Sergio Rossi, bitches And if we at the game, then its floor seat, bitches! I—I—I—I—I—I ride for my bitches Im so fuckin rich I cop rides for my bitches Dollar menu, fries, apple pies: other bitches I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta bitches Bitches, my bitches I need a nigga with some different strokes, Todd Bridges Shout out to my main bitches and my side bitches Need a nigga with some good neck, ostriches My niggas I said that Ima ride for my motherfucking nigga Most likely, Ima die with my finger on the trigger Ive been grindin outside all day with my niggas New York to Compton And I aint going in less Im with my nigga Got YG with me, so dont get stomped in, uh-huh My nigga, my nigga Yall know who the fuck it is My nigga, my nigga See, I done preheated my oven to 350 degrees, bitch! My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga, yeah And when it come out, its gon burn you bitches like You better get your motherfuckin oven mitt, bitch! Ha-haa! Young Mula, baby!

Up out of there Aint nothin but a gangsta party Eh, light that up, Snoop! Why you actin like that? Ahh shit, you done fucked up now You done put two of Americas most wanted In the same motherfuckin place at the same motherfuckin time? Ha, ha, ha, ha, yall niggas about to feel this Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin condoms Have one on us, aight? A toast to the gangsters Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intentions to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg, my fuckin homie Yous a cold-ass nigga on them hogs Sure nough, I keep my hand on my gun Cause they got me on the run Now Im back in the courtroom, waitin on the outcome Free 2Pac is all thats on a niggas mind But at the same time, it seems they tryin to take mine So Ima get smart and get defensive and shit And put together a Million March for some gangsta shit So now they got us laced Two multi-millionaire motherfuckers catchin cases Bitches get ready for the throw down, the shits about to go down Me and Snoop about to clown Im losin my religion, Im vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin Niggas be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage Ive got nothin but love for my niggas livin lavish Ive got a pit named Petey, she Nigerina Ive got a house out in the hills right next to Chino And I think Ive got a black Bimmer But my dream is to own a fly casino Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal It feels good to you, baby-bubba You see, this is for the Gs and the keys, motherfucker Now follow as we ride Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the Westside And I can make you famous Niggas been dyin for years, so how can they blame us? I live in fear of a felony I never stop bailin these motherfuckin Gs If you got it, better flaunt it Another warrant, two of Americas most wanted Aint nothin but a gangsta party Aint nothin but a gangsta party Aint nothin but a gangsta party (Nothin but a gangsta party It aint nothin but a motherfuckin gangsta party) Aint nothin but a gangsta party (Nothin but a gangsta party It aint nothin but a motherfuckin gangsta party) Aint nothin but a gangsta party Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatevers left of me Jealousy is misery, sufferin is greed Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me I bust and flee These niggas must be crazy, what? There aint no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the thugs You thought it was, but it wasnt, now disappear Bow down in the presence of a boss player Its like, Cuh, Blood, gang-bangin Everybody in the party doin dope-slangin You gotta have paper in this world You might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl You doin your job every day And then you work so hard til your hair turn gray Let me tell you bout life and bout the way it is You see, we live by the gun, so we die by the guns, kid They tell me not to roll with my Glock So now I got a throw-away Floatin in the black Benz , tryin to do a show a day They wonder how I live with five shots Niggas is hard to kill on my block Schemes for currency and dough-related Affiliated with the hustlers and so we made it No answers to questions, Im tryin to get up on it My nigga, Dogg, and me, eternally the most wanted Aint nothin but a gangsta party Aint nothin but a gangsta party Aint nothin but a gangsta party Aint nothin but a gangsta party (Nothin but a gangsta party It aint nothin but a motherfuckin gangsta party) Aint nothin but a gangsta party (Nothin but a gangsta party It aint nothin but a motherfuckin gangsta party) Aint nothin but a gangsta party (Nothin but a gangsta party It aint nothin but a motherfuckin gangsta party) Aint nothin but a gangsta party (Nothin but a gangsta party It aint nothin but a motherfuckin gangsta party) Aint nothin but a gangsta party Bitch! Where you at? Where you at? Aint nothin but a gangsta party Yeah, Death Row

Snoop Snoop When the pimps in the crib, ma Drop it like its hot, drop it like its hot, drop it like its hot When the pigs try to get at you Park it like its hot, park it like its hot, park it like its hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like its hot, pop it like its hot, pop it like its hot I got the Rollie on my arm, and Im pourin Chandon And I roll the best weed ‘cause I got it goin on Im a nice dude, with some nice dreams See these ice cubes? See these Ice Creams? Eligible bachelor, million dollar boat Thats whiter than whats spillin down your throat The Phantom, exterior like fish eggs The interior like suicide-wrist red I can exercise you, this can be your Phys. Ed Cheat on your man, ma, thats how you get ahizzead Killer with the beat, I know killers in the street With the steel thatll make you feel like Chinchilla in the heat So dont try to run up on my ear Talkin all that raspy shit, tryin to ask me shit When my niggas fill your vest, they aint gon pass me shit You should think about it—take a second Matter-fact, you should take four, B And think before you fuck with lil Skateboard P When the pimps in the crib, ma Drop it like its hot, drop it like its hot, drop it like its hot When the pigs try to get at you Park it like its hot, park it like its hot, park it like its hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like its hot, pop it like its hot, pop it like its hot I got the Rollie on my arm, and Im pourin Chandon And I roll the best weed ‘cause I got it goin on Im a gangsta, but yall knew that Da Big Boss Dogg, yeah, I had to do that I keep a blue flag hangin out my backside But only on the left side—yeah, thats the Crip side Aint no other way to play the game the way I play I cut so much, you thought I was a DJ Two, one, yep, three! S-N double O-P, D-O double G I cant fake it, just break it, and when I take it See, I specialize in makin all the girls get naked So bring your friends, all of yall come inside We got a world premiere right here, now get live! So dont change the dizzle, turn it up a little I got a livin room full of fine dime brizzles Waitin on the Pizzle, the Dizzle, and the Chizzle Gs to the bizzack—now, ladies, here we gizzo! When the pimps in the crib, ma Drop it like its hot, drop it like its hot, drop it like its hot When the pigs try to get at you Park it like its hot, park it like its hot, park it like its hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like its hot, pop it like its hot, pop it like its hot I got the Rolly on my arm, and Im pourin Chandon And I roll the best weed ‘cause I got it goin on Im a bad boy, with a lot of hoes Drive my own cars, and wear my own clothes I hang out tough, Im a real boss Big Snoop Dogg, yeah hes so sharp On the TV screen, and in the magazines If you play me close, youre on a red beam Oh you got a gun, so you wanna pop back? AK-47 now, nigga, stop that! Cement shoes, now Im on the move Your familys cryin, now you on the news They cant find you, and now they miss you Must I remind you, Im only here to twist you Pistol-whip you, dip you, then flip you Then dance to this mothafuckin music we Crip to Subscribe, nigga, get your issue Baby, come close, let me see how you get loose! When the pimps in the crib, ma Drop it like its hot, drop it like its hot, drop it like its hot When the pigs try to get at you Park it like its hot, park it like its hot, park it like its hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like its hot, pop it like its hot, pop it like its hot I got the Rolly on my arm, and Im pourin Chandon And I roll the best weed ‘cause I got it goin on Snoop Snoop

Yeah, what up, Detroit? Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh, no, he didnt They didnt do it again You shitted on these niggas two times, Dr. Dre? Oh, fo sho Uh-uh, naw, you smell that? This is special right here Yeah, its a toast to the boogie, baby, uh To the boogie-oogie-oogie Yeah, ya know, whats crackin, Dre? Just let me lay back and kick some old simplistic pimp shit On Slims shit, and start riots like Limp Bizkit Best throw on Guilty Conscience at concerts And watch mosh pits til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious Some of these crowds that Slim draws Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard, when its packed and full of cars Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw Is niggas from Crenshaw, from Long Beach to South Central Whoa, not these niggas again These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again You and what army could harm me? D.R.E. and Shady with Doggy from Long Beach Came a long way to makin these songs play Itll be a wrong move to stare at me the wrong way I got a long Uz and I carry it all day Sometimes its like a nightmare just bein Andre But I… Somehow, some way Hello, nigga, you know about Dogg-ay And let me cut these niggas up and show em where the fuck Im comin from I get the party crackin from the shit that I be spittin, son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got about fifty guns and I love All of em the same, bang-bang Damn, baby girl, whats your name? I forgot, whatd you say it was? Damn, a nigga buzzed Hangin in the club with my nephew Eminem What up, Cuz? The Great White American Hope Done hooked up with the king of the motherfuckin West Coast, baby And you dont really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat Thats the devil, they always wanna dance Im the Head Nigga In Charge, Im watchin you move Youre found dead in your garage with ten oclock news coverage Gotta love it cause I expose the façade Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with God All jokes aside, come bounce with us Standin over you with a 12 gauge about to bust Its like ashes to ashes and dust to dust I might leave in a bodybag, but never in cuffs So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough When things get rough, Im in the club shootin with Puff Bitch, please! You must have a mental disease Assume the position and get back down on your knees Come on And you dont really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat Thats the devil, they always wanna dance And you dont really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat Thats the devil, they always wanna dance Aw, naw, big Slim Dogg Eighty pound balls , dick six-inch long Back up in the heezy, baby Hes Shady Give me the mic, let me recite til Timothy White Pickets outside the Interscope offices every night What if hes right? Im just a criminal makin a livin off of the worlds misery What in the world gives me the right To say what I like and walk around flippin the bird? Livin the urban life like a white kid from the burbs Dreamin at night of screamin at Mom, schemin to leave Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me I just want you all to notice me, and people to see That, somewhere deep down, theres a decent human being in me It just cant be found, so the reason youve been seeing this me Is cause this is me now, the recent dude whos being this mean So when you see me dressin up like a nerd on TV Or heard the CD usin the fag word so freely Its just me bein me; here, want me to tone it down? Suck my fuckin dick, you faggot! You happy now? Look here: I start some trouble everywhere that I go Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know I start some shit, they throw me out the back door Come back and shoot the club up with a .44 And you dont really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat Thats the devil, they always wanna dance And you dont really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat Thats the devil, they always wanna dance 2001 and forever Slim Shady, Dr. Dre Snoop Dogg, X to the Z Nate Dogg, come on, yeah

Bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks Bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts and suck the dick Gets the fuck out after youre done Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run Bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts and suck the dick Gets the fuck out after youre done Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night Tighter than a motherfucka with the gangsta beats And we was ballin on the motherfuckin Compton streets Peep, the shit got deep and it was on Number one song after number one song Long as my motherfuckin pockets was fat I didnt give a fuck where the bitch was at But she was hangin with a white bitch, doing the shit she do Suckin on his dick just to get a buck or two And the few ends she got didnt mean nothin Now shes suing cause shit that she be doing aint shit Bitch cant hang with the streets, she found herself short So now she taking me to court Its real conversation for your ass So recognize and pass to Daz Now as Im rollin with my nigga Dre and Eastwood Fuckin hoes, clockin dough, up to no good We flip-flop and serve hoes like flapjacks Bitch, and its like that This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow You run up in them hoes and grab the cash and get your dash on While youre chillin with your homies and shit And how my niggas kick the anthem like this Bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts and suck the dick Gets the fuck out after youre done Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run To the store to get me a 4-0 Snoop Doggy Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes So I head down the streets to Long Beach Just so I could meet a freak To lick me from my head to my feet And Im here, now Im ready to be done up Nothin but homies around, so I puts my gun up Bitches on my nuts like clothes, hah But Im from Tha Pound and we dont love them hoes How could you trust a ho? Cause a hos a trick I dont love them tricks cause a tricks a bitch And my dicks constantly in her mouth Turnin them trick-ass hoes the fuck out now I once had a bitch named Annie Mae Used to be all in them guts like every day The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung I was in love like a motherfucker, lickin the pearl tongue The homies used to tell me that she wasnt no good But Im the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood So I figured niggas wouldnt trip with mine Guess what? Got gaffled by one-time Im back to the motherfuckin county jail Six months on my chest, now its time to bail Uh, I gets released on a hot sunny day My nigga D.O.C. and my homie Dr. Dre Scoop in a coupe, Snoop, we got news Your girl was trickin while you was draped in your county blues I aint been out a second And already gotta do some motherfuckin chin-checkin Move up the blocks as we groove up the block See my girls house, Dre, pass the Glock Kick in the door, I look on the floor Its my little cousin Daz and hes fuckin my ho, yo I un-cock my shit Im heartbroke but Im still loced, man, fuck a bitch Bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts and suck the dick Gets the fuck out after youre done Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run Bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts and suck the dick Gets the fuck out after youre done Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run Bitches aint shit Ooh, yeah, oh-oh, yeah I dont give a fuck about a bitch But Ill let her know that she cant fade this Cause Im doin my own thing Down with the swang Im hangin with Death Row like it aint no thang I say you know you cant deal Cause Im a bitch thats real Motherfuckers need to step back Hell yeah, they need to chill Because I dont give a fuck , and I dont give a fuck And I dont give a fuck, I dont give a fuck And now I gotta do some— I gotta do some shit thats clean But when Im on the dick, hell yeah, I get real mean, hah Like a washer machine, I can wash the clothes All the hoes knows that Im on the flo, ho But they cant hang with my type of swang I aint tryna say I suck every ding-a-lang But just the juicy ones with the tip of the tongue And then theyre sprung and with their nuts hung Bitches aint shit

Hah, yeah Hell yeah Hah, know what Im saying? Yeah Mista Busta, where the fuck you at? Cant scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat Your dick on hard from fuckin your road dogs The hoods you threw up with, niggas you grew up with Dont even respect your ass Thats why its time for the doctor to check your ass, nigga Used to be my homie, used to be my ace Now I wanna slap the taste out ya mouth Make ya bow down to the Row Fuckin me, now Im fuckin you, lil ho Oh, dont think I forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah, its me so Ima talk on Stomping on the easiest streets that you can walk on So strap on your Compton hat, your locs And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc And pass the bud and stay low-key B.G., cause you lost all your homies love Now call it what you want to You fucked with me, now its a must that I fuck with you You better raise up Yeah, thats what the fuck Im talkin about We have your mothafuckin record company surrounded Put down the candy and let the little boy go You know what Im sayin? Punk motherfucker We want Eazy! We want Eazy! We want Eazy! Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Doggy Doggs in the motherfuckin house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Death Rows in the motherfuckin house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay The sounds of a dog brings me to another day Play with my bone, would ya Timmy? It seems like youre good for making jokes about your jimmy Well, heres a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like I heard she was a Frisco dyke But fuck your mama, Im talking about you and me Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T Your bark was loud but your bite wasnt vicious And them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootylicious You get with Doggy Dogg? Oh, is he crazy? With your mama and your daddy hollering Baby! So wont they let you know That if you fuck with Dre, nigga, youre fuckin wit Death Row And I aint even swangin them thangs Im hollerin 187 with my dick in your mouth, biatch Yeah, nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker So you wanna pop that shit, get your motherfuckin cranium cracked, nigga, step on up Now, we aint no motherfuckin joke, so remember the name Mighty, mighty D-R Yeah, motherfucker Now understand this, my nigga Dre cant be touched Lukes bending over so Lukes getting fucked, buster Mustve thought I was sleazy Or thought I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy Animosity made you speak what you spoke Ayo, Dre Chip this nigga off, loc If it aint another ho that I gots to fuck with Gap teeth in your mouth so my dicks gots to fit With my nuts on your tonsils While youre on stage rappin at your wack-ass concert And Ima snatch your ass from the backside And show you how Death Row pull off that who-ride Now you might not understand me Cause Ima rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami Then we gonna creep to South Central On a street knowledge mission as I steps in the temple Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat You tryna check my homie, you best check yourself Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker So I dont want no dilapidated, two-faced, pigeon-toed, bow-legged, cross-eyed son of a gun fuckin with me Yeah, nine-deuce Dr. Dre droppin chronic once again It dont stop Punishin punk motherfuckers real quick-like Compton style, nigga Doggy Doggs in the motherfuckin house Yeah, Long Beach is in the motherfuckin house Yeah, yeah, straight up Really, though Breaking all them suckas off something real proper-like You know what Im sayin? All them sucka-ass niggas can eat a fat dick Yeah, Eazy-E, Eazy-E, Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick Luke can eat a fat dick Yeah

Okay, okay, alright, huh Oh, mmm, okay, haha Nigga dropped his phone Woah, Kenny Uh, okay, baby, be callin me Hercules Cause the H on my waist, but this bitch here stand for Hermes O-o-okay, I done popped me a perky Cause I heard it help with the pain, but just help my backaches Okay, uh, baby, dont hurt me Lets begin after three cause a nigga like foreplay Uh, uh, uh, uh, okay Drippin like I just took a shit and clogged toilet Captain Long John Silver, Im gonna reel em in Got on goat fur, cream color coat from Burberrys Den Im a monster with a nice watch on, name not Ben 10 Ima go get everything Mother Earth transcends Skrrt, uh, uh, drop it on my cock Skrrt, Ima h-hot nigga, no pot Skrrt, niggas still gettin buns, hot dogs Skrrt, niggas not fuckin with ya, coleslaw Please take shelter, spit it like a pronounced letter Beat too hard, sir Spoonin yo bitch like I just pulled out a yogurt Three bitches three different colors, Powerpuff girls, sir Whats the word? She gotta go through him just to get to me, yes, Im the middleman Pokin a bitch, she chokin a bitch, she blowin like a ceilin fan Pussy color on that bitch remind me of jacket on the Killa Cam Maam, Im makin green eggs and ham, bitch, you know I am Skrrt, uh, uh, drop it on my cock Skrrt, Ima h-hot nigga, no pot Skrrt, niggas still gettin buns, hot dogs Skrrt, niggas not fuckin with ya, coleslaw Woke up to a good life, baby Gettin chicken bitch, you know Im gravy Watchin me, what you see? Diamonds HD Shinin brighter than the smile on my auntie Hawaiian Punch a nigga that be tryna play me Hol up, I just pull up in a new Mercedes

DJ Khaled Hey, yeah We the best All I do is win, win, win no matter what Got money on my mind, I can never get enough And every time I step up in the building Everybody hands go up And they stay there , and they say yeah And they stay there, up, down, up, down, up, down Cause all I do is win , win , win And if you going in put your hands in the air, make em stay there Yeah, listen, Luda! Ludacris goin in on the verse Cause I never been defeated and I wont stop now Keep your hands up, get em in the sky For the homies that didnt make it and my folks locked down I never went nowhere , but they sayin Ludas back Blame it on that conjure , the hood call it Luda gnac And Im on this foolish track, so I spit my foolish flow My hands go up and down , like strippers booties go My verses still be servin , tight like a million virgins Last time on the Khaled remix, now Im on the original version Cant never count me out , yall better count me in Got twenty bank accounts, accountants count me in Make millions every year the Souths champion Cause all I do, all I, all I, all I, all I do is All I do is win, win , win no matter what Got money on my mind, I can never get enough And every time I step up in the building Everybody hands go up And they stay there , and they say yeah And they stay there, up, down, up, down, up, down Cause all I do is win , win , win And if you going in put your hands in the air , make em stay there Swervin in my lo-lo Head on the swivel, you know serving mes a no-no Clean as a whistle as I pull out in my Rolls Royce Yellow bone passenger, they see it they say, Oh boy Tell Khaled back it up, my niggas call me loco Down for armed trafficking, dont make me pull that fo-fo Ask you what you laughing at , represent that mud life Dirty money bitch you better get yo mud right We come together holdin hands and holla Thug life We all strapped in all black, its like fuck life You riding to what cause we riding tonight Now she riding with me cause you wasnt riding her right Ross! All I do is win, win, win no matter what Got money on my mind, I can never get enough And every time I step up in the building Everybody hands go up And they stay there , and they say yeah And they stay there, up, down, up, down, up, down Cause all I do is win , win , win And if you going in put your hands in the air, make em stay there Heat in the kitchen, pot on the stove Water gettin boiled, dope being sold Snoopy in the hoopty, system overload I been running this rap game since I was 20 years old I hung with the worst of em, bust til I burst em up Floss em up, toss em up, Hardaway, cross em up Pardon me, Im bossing up, pressure up, bless you bruh Dont mess with us, we like the U in the 80s Back to back, set a trap, hit the lick, hit it back Hit the trick, jump the track, bitch I want my money back Time and time again while Im sipping on this gin Al Davis said it best, Just win baby, win All I do is win, win, win no matter what Got money on my mind, I can never get enough And every time I step up in the building Everybody hands go up And they stay there , and they say yeah And they stay there, up, down, up, down, up, down Cause all I do is win , win , win And if you going in put your hands in the air, make em stay there

Ah, yeah! Hahaha Its all about you, one time Haha, for the bitches that think its all about you (This Dru Down in the house With my boy Pizznac, you know what Im sayin?) Its all about you (Yeah, Im gon say its all about you But you know Im lyin though, ha! Yeah) You probably crooked as the last trick Want to laugh bout how I got my ass Caught up with this bad bitch? Thinkin I had her, but she had me in the long run Its just my luck, Im stuck with fuckin with the wrong one Wise decisions, based on lies we livin Scandalous times, this games like my religion You could be rollin with a thug Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin for some love In every club, I see you starin like you want it Well, baby, if you got it, better flaunt it Let the liquor help you get up on it Im still tipsy from last night Bumpin these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life I try to holla, but you tell me you taken Sayin you aint impressed with the money Im makin Guess its true what they tellin me Fresh out of jail, lifes hell for a black celebrity So thats the reason why I call, and maybe you with it Fantasies of us sweatin, can I hit it? Addicted to the things you do But still true what Im sayin, boo, ‘cause this is all about you Every other city we go, every other video No matter where I go, I see the same ho Every other city we go, every other video No matter where I go, I see the same ho I make a promise if you go with me, just let me know Ill have you hollerin my name out before I leave Nobody loves me, Im a thug nigga I only hung out with the criminals and drug dealers I love niggas ‘cause we comin from the same place Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick the game takes How can I tell her Im a playa and I dont even care? Creep though, weed smokes in the air Everywhere I go, its all about the groupie hoes Waitin for niggas at the end of every show I just seen you in my friends video Could never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go Follow the leader and peep the drama that Im goin through Its all about you Yeah, nigga, its all about you Every other city we go, every other video No matter where I go, I see the same ho Every other city we go, every other video No matter where I go, I see the same ho Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu? It aint about you or your bitch-ass crew Every other city we go and every video Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty ho? You think its all about you? Well, boo I gets down like Dru, and my nasty new niggas, too You couldnt hold me back, itd take a fatter track A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff When I started to snaps all your rode em swoll Straight in control, flowsll fold, while hoes cold stroll Hold the set, I told Dramacy go in next Gold diggin, cold diggin a gold Rolex I slide in easily, try a grizzly Sluts know the cut, I came to fuck, try skeezin me Runnin up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya At the most, I fucked a bitch from the West Coast to West Virginia Every other city we go, every other video No matter where I go, I see the same ho Every other city we go, every other video No matter where I go, I see the same ho Every other city we go, every other video No matter where I go, I see the same ho Every other city we go, every other video No matter where I go, I see the same ho Im tellin ya, its the same old shit I mean, goddamn, you know what Im sayin? Im sittin back, watchin Montell Jordan video I see the same bitch who was in my homeboy Nate Dogg video Then I flip the channel, Im checkin out my homeboy 2Pac video I see the same bitch that was in my video You know what Im sayin? And then, you know what Im sayin? What make that even more fucked up Im watchin a Million Man March And I see the same bitch on the Million Man March That was in the homeboy Warren G video! I mean, damn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go I see the same ho Dont get mad, Im only bein real, yeah

Ready for war, Joe, how you wanna blow they spot? I know these dirty cops thatll get us in if we murder some wop Hop in your Hummer, the Punishers ready Meet me at Vitos with Noodles Well do this dude while hes slurpin spaghetti Everybody kiss the fuckin floor Joey Crack, buck em all If they move – Noodles, shoot that fuckin whore! Dead in the middle of Little Italy, little did we know That we riddled two middlemen who didnt do diddily Itll be a cold day in Hell the day I take an L Make no mistake for real, I wouldnt hesitate to kill Im still the fat one that you love to hate Catch you at your mothers wake Smack you, then I whack you with my snub tre eight I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children Like Amityville, I drill the nerves in your cavity fillin Insanitys buildin a pavilion in my civilian The cannon be the anarchy that humanitys dealin A villain without remorse, whos willin to out your boss Forever, and take all the cheddar like child support I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves My brother from another mother, sent from the above A thug nigga just like me, one of the best—might be Even better, leavin niggas kneelin on they right knee Spike Lee couldnt paint a better picture You small change, Im blowin out your brains, gettin richer Hit ya with the MAC, smack your bitch, nigga what? You gettin stuck, my trigger fingers itchy as a fuck Truck jewels, cruisin in the Land, bumpin Cash Rules Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin to pass through Thats true! TS the best that did it Yeah, and you dont stop! Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers, fill em to the top Yeah, and you dont stop! Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked Yeah, and you dont stop! Well make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot Yeah, and you dont stop! Its still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt Take em feet first through the morgue Then lodge em in the deep earth The streets cursed, the first amendments culturally biased Supposed to supply us with rights Tonight I hold my rosary tight as I can Im one man against the world, just me and my girl Black Pearl Latina mas fina but keeps it real You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it Peep it, its no secret Watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena Kickin ass as I blast off heat And you never see me talk to police Though you should know that I really dont care Pull you by the hair, slit your throat And Ill leave you right there, so beware Its rare that niggas want beef, Big Pun speak And let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion Puerto Ricans known for slashin Catchin niggas while they sleepin, no relaxin Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes Three TECs in the Jeep Lexus, just in case police test us Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars Full-a-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God When the metal hollers Better acknowledge or get knocked down Until Im locked and shot down Heather B. couldnt make me put my Glock down We lock towns like rounds in the chamber Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine Every time, plus Im the crime boss of New York Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk And stalk our prey like a predator Whoever want it, go and get it Set it, baby, and Ima bury ya So remember the Squad that Im reppin I fill a clip of my weapon And punish niggas til its Armageddon Yeah, and you dont stop! Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers, fill em to the top Yeah, and you dont stop! Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked Yeah, and you dont stop! Well make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot Yeah, and you dont stop! Its still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop Yeah, and you dont stop! Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers, fill em to the top Yeah, and you dont stop! Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked Yeah, and you dont stop! Well make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot Yeah, and you dont stop! Its still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop

Youre back now at the jack-off hour This is DJ EZ Dicc On WBALLZ Right now, something new by Snoop Doggy Dogg And this one goes out to the ladies from all the guys A big bow-wow-wow Cause we gonna make it a little misty here tonight This is DJ EZ Dicc On the station that slaps you across your fat ass with a fat dick When I met you last night, baby Before you opened up your gap I had respect for you, lady But now, I take it all back Cause you gave me all your pussy And you even licked my balls Leave your number on the cabinet And I promise, baby, Ill give you a call Next time Im feelin kinda horny You can come on over And Ill break you off And if you cant fuck that day, baby Just lay back and open your mouth Cause I have never met a girl That I love in the whole wide world Well, if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch, Id always be broke Id never have no motherfuckin Indo to smoke I gets loced and loony, bitch, you cant do me Do we look like BBD? You hoochie groupie I have no love for hoes Thats something that I learned in Tha Pound So how the fuck am I supposed to pay this hoe just to lay this hoe? I know the pussys mines, so Imma fuck a couple mo times And then Im through with it, theres nothin else to do with it Pass it to the homie, now you hit it Cause she aint nothin but a bitch to me And yall know, that bitches aint shit to me I gives a fuck, why dont yall pay attention? Approach her with a different proposition Im Kurupt, ho, youll never be my only one, trick-ass bitch! It aint no fun if the homies cant have none It aint no fun if the homies cant have none It aint no fun if the homies cant have none It aint no fun if the homies cant have none Guess whos back in the motherfuckin house? With a fat dick for your motherfuckin mouth Hoes recognize, niggas do too Cause when bitches get scandalous and pull a voodoo What you gon do? You really dont know So Id advise you not to trust that ho Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch Knowin damn well Im too caught up with my grip Now, as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga named Snoop? Doggy, Im all the above Im too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes But see, it aint no fun If my homies cant get a taste of it Cause you know I dont love em Woo! Hey, now you know Inhale, exhale with my flow One for the money, two for the bitches Three to get ready, and four to hit the switches In my Chevy, 64—red, to be exact With bitches on my side and bitches on my back So back up, bitch, because Im strugglin Just get on your knees and then start jugglin These motherfuckin nuts in your mouth Its me, Warren G, the nigga with the clout It aint no fun if the homies cant have none It aint no fun if the homies cant have none It aint no fun if the homies cant have none It aint no fun if the homies cant have none

Yeah You can love it, you can leave it They say youre nothin without it Dont let them keep you down What if I dont need it? Theres somethin about it That just freaks me out I just want another minute wit it, fuck a little Whats the use? Never superficial, you gon know it when it hit you Get a little sentimental when Im off the juice Yeah Okay, were colder than the breeze But the breeze aint flowin like me, motherfucker, hol up You dont need to hol up, yeah And I can show you how I seem What it is, what it truly might be, nothin that you know of You dont need to hol up Im so a-bove and beyond You take drugs to make it up way up where we on Space shuttle, Elon Time, we dont waste much, fuck when we wake up Then I have her sing just like Céline Dion Catch me if you can but, youll never catch me, damn Whole lotta, Yes, I am All the way in wit no exit plan Already left and the jet dont land Yeah, the time is tickin, come take a ride, get inside This is highly different, Im talkin fly, got a pilot wit im, uh Can I mind my business? Why you trippin? Give you somethin that your eyes can witness Ooh, youre too close I dont understand why you doin the most You can love it, you can leave it They say youre nothin without it Dont let them keep you down What if I dont need it? Theres somethin about it That just freaks me out I just want a nother minute wit it Fuck a little, whats the use? Whats the use? Never super- -ficial You gon know it when it hit you Get a little senti- -mental when Im off the juice Well, Ima give you what you came for, yeah Shit, Ive worked too hard to have a clue who you are Set the bar so far above par, we can parlay all day Crib long range with the yard I know I should probably pray more but you gotta love me Cause I save the day, spend money When I had nothin, shit, it wasnt so funny Made a promise to the homies nobody go hungry Look how far we came, still they throwin dirt on my name But it never worry my brain Heads turnin like a hurricane swervin Tell the sun, Get up outta my shade If they dont get the picture, cut em outta that frame, shit Im up thirty thou miles plus change Its been a while but Im down til Im out And it is what it is til it aint, yeah Ooh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Ooh, I just wanna fly Ah-ah-ah-ah-ha You can love it, you can leave it They say youre nothin without it Dont let them keep you down What if I dont need it? Theres somethin about it That just freaks me out I just want a nother minute wit it Fuck a little, whats the use? Whats the use? Never super- -ficial You gon know it when it hit you Get a little senti- -mental when Im off the juice You can love it It just freaks me out

Ayo, Jason Say somethin to her, holla at her Haha, I got one question Haha, how do you fit, all that, in them jeans? Hahaha You know what to do with that big fat butt Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Just a little bit Patty cake, patty cake, with no hands Got me in this club, making wedding plans If I take pictures while you do your dance I could make you famous on Instagram Hot dammit , your booty like two planets Go ahead and go ham sandwich Woah, I cant stand it Cause you know what to do with that big fat butt Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Just a little bit Cadillac, Cadillac, pop that trunk Lets take a shot, alley-oop that donk Tired of working that nine to five Well, baby, let me come and change your life Hot dammit , your booty like two planets Go ahead and go ham sandwich Woah, I cant stand it Cause you know what to do with that big fat butt Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Just a little bit Shake what your mamma gave you, misbehave you I just wanna strip you, dip you, flip you, bubble bathe you What they do, taste my raindrops, kay, boo? Now what youre willing, what you wanting, what you may do Completely separated til I deeply penetrate it Then I take it out and wipe it off, eat it, ate it, love it, hate it Overstated, underrated, everywhere I been Can you wiggle, wiggle for the D-O-double G again? Come on, baby, turn around Youre a star, girl, take a bow Its just one thing thats killing me How do you fit that in them jeans? You know what to do with that big fat butt Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Just a little bit Now make it clap Now make it clap Now make it clap Love it when you do it like that With no hands, baby, make it clap Baby, make it clap, clap, clap Damn, baby, you got a bright future behind you

I can feel it T-Rawws rock my own kick game 8 figure deal figure how Im courtside at clip game Still pop ace king shit Im with Rozay Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ OK the day you beating me bitch no day Bandz a make her dance thats thousand dollar foreplay AK get a full clip not a soundwave You kissed her in her mouth, ask her how my dick taste Bitch nigga you dont want no drama, Im worth a couple commas Its death before dishonor Last King come sign up, all my shit be designer Extroardinary rhymer I bodied yo shit for nothin Wes, west up, hot temper Get wet up she give me head not neck up She clean the mess up One false move death from gesture Cash in the safe nigga I dont feel no pressure Im dope all my shit dope all my shit dope Cause its 187 how I killing these hoes all my shit dope all my shit dope Cause its 187 how I killing these hoes H on the Buckle, Hermes and the hustle Crown on the watch, young niggas still thuggin 8.7 on the crib so fuck it Went gold in a month so it aint no budget New chains, rolex links New chick just to drag my mink New car just to ride round here Aviator crew we flyest round here Hating on hood niggas dying round here Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on the beard Cars rockstars, dope boys at odds I done seen it all but its back to these broads Hands clap like a nigga in the stadium Million dollar chain but Im rocking 8 of em I see you slipping boy dont make me pick your label up Scottie Pippen on the dribble I just laid em up Another triple got me tripping like its angel dust We just winning all the women in my table ah Say my name say my name nigga say my name Hundred million dollar nigga, nigga say my name Im dope all my shit dope all my shit dope Cause its 187 how I killing these hoes all my shit dope all my shit dope Cause its 187 how I killing these hoes Chief rocka, pill popper Tell her to pull them things out cause my car topless Off topic, get on top it, what’s your synopsis So sincere in her belly, thats that Nas shit King announcing that gangsta shit we mobbin We taking your dollars creflo no white collar I wish a nigga would call Thomas Bitch Im the bomb call me the unabomber Money in my game Im driving shit thats insane You niggas stay in your lane no playing aint nothing changed Pardon this good regime, I make your girl David Blaine Murder was the case all the kids say that nigga T-raw Im dope all my shit dope all my shit dope Cause its 187 how I killing these hoes all my shit dope all my shit dope Cause its 187 how I killing these hoes I can feel it

Uh, uh-huh, uh This is Oww! Cash, hit deposit, 24-carat faucets Louis V and Goyard trunks all in the closet Aint shit change, the streets is still watchin And my little baby Blue is like, Who gon stop us, huh? Aint no way to stop this love Aint no space if everything is love Im representin for the hustlers all across the world Still dippin in my low-lows, girl! I put it down for the 713 And we still got love for the streets We played it cool at the pool of Cancun, VMA Confidence you exude make the fools stay away Me, I played my room, let the fools have they say Fate had me sittin next to you on the plane And I knew straight away, uh The next time we would speak was like two years away You had a man, you shut it down until you two had a break I bet that dude rued the day You kept me up on the phone while you were away You came back, I let you set the date Nobu on the plate I brought my dude to play it cool, my first foolish mistake, aye Cash, hit deposit, 24-carat faucets Louis V and Goyard trunks all in the closet Aint shit change, the streets is still watchin And my little baby Blue is like Who gon stop us, huh? Aint no way to stop this love Aint no space if everything is love Im representin for the hustlers all across the world Still dippin in my low-lows, girl! I put it down for the 713 And we still got love for the streets I never knew a lo-, lo-, lo-, love like this Gotta be special for me to write this Queen, I aint mean no disrespect But the way I net work, its hard for me to connect My first time in the ocean went exactly as youd expect Meanwhile you goin hard, jumpin off the top deck A leap of faith, I knew I was up next I never told you, but I told a few people we wed Me, Im off to Rome, you goin back home instead My first time in my life a live nigga felt dead You came back, I had to act like it was cool in my head Thoughts of jumpin the broom, a player never been swept Cash, hit deposit, 24-carat faucets Louis V and Goyard trunks all in the closet Aint shit change, the streets is still watchin And my little baby Blue is like, Who gon stop us, huh? Im representin for the hustlers all across the world Still dippin in my low-lows, girl! I put it down for the 713 And we still got love for the streets To all the good girls that love hustlers To the mothers that put up with us To all the babies that suffered cause us We only know love because of ya Americas a motherfucka to us, lock us up, shoot us Shoot our self-esteem down, we dont deserve true love Black queen, you rescued us, you rescued us, rescued us

We gon start this thing off right Duval in the motherfuckin house, cmon, cmon Do it baby, stick it baby Do it baby, stick it baby Do it baby, stick it baby Do it baby, stick it baby Im living my best life, aint goin back and forth with you niggas Im living my best life, aint goin back and forth with you niggas Im living my best life, aint goin back and forth with you niggas Aint goin back and forth with you niggas You got a lot to be smilin for So what the fuck you be wilin for? I get my grin on Im smiling bitch, cause I always get my win on I been on so many different stages Graced the cover of a hundred magazine pages Made people smile everywhere that I went I even put it on the first Black President Its evident, Im hot as a Crock-Pot With a big-ass smile like Mr. Hot Spot You got a lot to be smilin for Smile bitch, smile bitch, cmon! So what the fuck you be wilin for? Smile bitch, smile bitch, cmon! If you breathin, you achievin Smile bitch, smile bitch, cmon! We havin fun this evening, believe me Smile bitch, smile bitch, cmon! Smile bitch, smile bitch, cmon! Im living my best life I aint goin back and forth with you niggas Im living my best life I aint goin back and forth with you niggas Im living my best life I aint goin back and forth with you niggas Im living my best life I aint goin back and forth with you niggas Put your middle fingers up in the air And show a hater you aint even once cared We finna get another bag this year My ex bitch, you can have that there This year, bad vibes get cut off More trips, new chicks with no drawers More drank, more smoke, and more cars More shows with Duval and Snoop Dogg Look, I aint tryna throw no shade Cause I cant see em in my lane As long as my rent gettin paid I can care less what a bitch think You in the club every night with no job Smile bitch, smile bitch, cmon! Eatin good off your foodstamp card Smile bitch, smile bitch, cmon! You made a killin last year off fraud Smile bitch, smile bitch, cmon! If you know you aint goin to work tomorr Smile bitch, smile bitch, cmon! Ha-ha, smile bitch, smile bitch Smile bitch, smile bitch, cmon! Im living my best life I aint goin back and forth with you niggas Im living my best life I aint goin back and forth with you niggas Im living my best life I aint goin back and forth with you niggas Im living my best life I aint goin back and forth with you niggas Smile bitch, smile bitch, cmon! Smile bitch, smile bitch, cmon! Smile bitch, smile bitch, cmon! Smile bitch, smile bitch, cmon! Smile bitch, smile bitch, cmon! Smile bitch, smile bitch, cmon! Smile bitch, smile bitch, cmon!

Money makes a man and thats a crime If we all were rich, wed spend more time With our daughters and sons, theyre losing their minds We all feel hurt, heres mine, hear me now Cause no guns are allowed in here tonight Were gonna have a free-for-all, no fights I wanna get lost in the crowd in here tonight I need to hear my thoughts, turn the music up loud Let the music play, me dont want no more gunplay When the bodies hit the ground, theres nothing left to say, ay, ay Me dont want to see no more innocent blood shed Me dont want to see no more youth dead Come hear me now No guns are allowed in here tonight Were gonna have a free-for-all, no fights I wanna get lost in the crowd in here tonight I need to hear my thoughts, turn the music up loud Yeah, yeah, yeah, news from back home This when it hurts to be gone Two more young names to be carved out of stone One summer day that went horribly wrong Got my dawg on the phone Cryin and sayin to leave him alone, but Im not leavin his side I know that somebody died, somebodys child Some people ducked down and some people hide Some people just cannot react in time Bullets do not choose a victim It is the shooter that picks em They just cant wait to get you in the system The district attorney could use a conviction Told you no guns and then you didnt listen Life is so heavy with that on your soul Dedicate this to Shyanne and Josh And pour sumthin out for the lives that they stole 416 No guns are allowed in here tonight Were gonna have a free-for-all, no fights I wanna get lost in the crowd in here tonight I need to hear my thoughts, turn the music up loud Money makes a man and thats a crime Money makes a man and thats a crime I wanna get lost in the crowd in here tonight

Hi, baby I know youre under a lot of pressure at your work and all And I do understand You have no idea how much I understand But you also dont have any idea how much I love you I love you so much I think about you I feel you in my arms I miss you... I miss you terribly Ive just always wanted someone like you in my life I love you so much that Id do anything Id do anything Ill be your perfect woman for you I just wanna fuck bad bitches For all them nights I never had bitches Now Im all up in that ass, bitches Mad at your boyfriend, aint cha? Youse a bad girl, gotta spank ya And gotta thank ya for that head clinic Explicit, hella photogenic And tell your friends where the dicks at Where they can get hit and wont get back to they soulmate Before you kiss em, use Colgate She swallowed it, yeah, the bitch took the whole eight And ran with it, then let Mel-Man hit it And Hittman hit it; damn, bitches Man, this is what Im talkin bout Chicken head, chicken fed, with a dick in your mouth Out and about with your nigga like it never took place Next time you need a taste I just wanna fuck you No touchin and rubbin, girl Youve got a husband who loves you Dont need you all in mine I just wanna fuck you We cant be kissin and huggin, girl Youve got a husband who loves you You need to give him your quality time You got the number, its on you to make the call You know I come quick, help you redecorate your walls Cut your backyard, don’t have to act hard to get the cock And if Im going too far, I take it out and wipe it off And put it back up, and keep going You tryin to hide it from your husband, but I know he be knowin That your pussys been tampered with Did you show him that new trick Of how you can make it smoke a cancer stick? You be workin it like a dancer, bitch; its hard on me Not to give you all of my time that you wanted You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed Id rather spend my morning diggin through some records instead But tonight, I guess itd be aight if we can touch bases Hook up somewhere and exchange some Fuck Faces I know your mans looking for ya, hes always trying to run ya Dont worry bout me handcuffin, girl, cause I just wanna Fuck witchu on the sneak tip, on some creep shit So whatcha gon do, you freak bitch? You acting like you dont do dicks Thats the kinda bitch I hate fuckin with Baby was a virgin, thats what she said So I gave her some Hennessy, she gave me some head I fucked her on the floor so I wouldnt mess up my bed Then Lil ½ Dead put his dick on her head Take that bitch home and give her a bone And give her the number to my cellular phone Now shes blowin up my pager, the shits gettin major A favor for a favor, this dick is what I gave her Somethin to go by and bitches know why Stuff dick in they mouth and then Im out 24/7, Dre, Snoop and Devin We servin these hoes and never lovin these hoes, biatch I just wanna fuck you No touchin and rubbin, girl Youve got a husband who loves you Dont need you all in mine I just wanna fuck you We cant be kissin and huggin, girl Youve got a husband who loves you You need to give him your quality time

Biatch! Eeeh, whappen nuh baby You look good inna ya car, eeh Longtime mi watch ya and mi wah chat to ya And ya a gwaan like ya nuh wah chat to me So whappen Dre, tell em weh di fuck a gwaan nuh Creepin down the back street on Ds I got my Glock cocked cause niggas want these No soon as I said it, seems I got sweated By some nigga with a TEC-9 tryin to take mine You wanna make noise? Make noise I make a phone call, my niggas comin like the Gotti boys Bodies bein found on Greenleaf With their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker, Im Dre So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day Rollin in my four with sixteen switches And got sounds for the bitches Clockin all the riches, got the hollow points for the snitches So wont you just walk on by? Cause Im too hard to lift And no, this aint Aerosmith Its the motherfuckin D-R-E from the CPT On a rhymin spree, a straight G Hop back, as I pop my top, you trip I let the hollow points commence to pop, pop, pop Yeah, cause if it dont stop Ill have to put my shit in reverse, go back and take another spot Cause Im— Rollin in my six-four What all the niggas sayin? Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Just another motherfuckin day for Dre, so Ill begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks or black fists Its just that gangsta glare with gangsta raps That gangsta shit makes a gangs of snaps, uh Word to the motherfuckin streets And word to these hyped-ass lyrics and dope beats That I hit you with, that I get you with As I groove in my four on Ds, hittin the switches Bitches, relax, while I get my proper swerve on Bumpin like a motherfucker, ready to get my serve on But before I hit the dope spot Gotta get the chronic, the Rémy Martin and my soda pop Now Im smellin like Indonesia Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers On my dick cause my four on hit Pancake, front and back, side to side, and all that shit So when I crawl, I comes correct Now if your bitch in my shit, its your bitch you check, nigga Now let the Chevrolet slide As I dip and make a trip to the south side, yeah Rollin in my six-four What all the bitches sayin? Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Check this out The sun went down when I hit Slauson On my way to the strip, now Im just flossin Checkin my rearview cause niggas, they will do Jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools Tryin to set me up for a two-eleven Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven But I dont represent no gangbang Some niggas like lynchin, but I just watch em hang So on and so on, why dont you let me roll on? I remember back in the days when I used to have to get my stroll on Didnt nobody wanna speak Now everybody peepin out they window when they hear me beatin up the street Is it Dre? Is it Dre? Thats what they say every single motherfuckin day Yo, but I aint trippin, Im just kickin it While my Ds keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin Ill be— Rollin in my six-four What everybody sayin? Swing down , sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Swing down , sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Swing down , sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Swing down , sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Swing down , sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Swing down , sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Swing down , sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Swing down , sweet chariot, stop and let me ride

What it do, baby boo? Yeah, lil mama, you lookin good I see you wanna play wit a player from the hood Come holla at me, you got it like that Big Snoop Dogg with the lead Pussycat I show you how it go down, yeah, I wanna throw down Me and you one-on-one, treat it like a showdown You look at me and I look at you Im reachin for your shirt, whatchu want me to do? Im telling you to loosen up my buttons, babe But you keep fronting, uh Sayin what you gon do to me But I aint seen nothing Im telling you to loosen up my buttons, babe But you keep fronting, uh Sayin what you gon do to me But I aint seen nothing Typical aint hardly the type I fall for I like when the physical Dont leave me asking for more Im a sexy mama Who knows just how to get what I wanna What I wanna do is spring this on ya Back up all of the things that I told ya You been sayin all the right things all night long But I cant seem to get you over here to help take this off Baby, cant you see How these clothes are fitting on me And the heat coming from this beat? Im about to blow, I dont think you know Im telling you to loosen up my buttons, babe But you keep fronting, uh Sayin what you gon do to me But I aint seen nothing Im telling you to loosen up my buttons, babe But you keep fronting, uh Sayin what you gon do to me But I aint seen nothing You say youre a big boy, but I cant agree Cause the love you said you had aint been put on me I wonder if Im just too much for you Wonder if my kiss dont make you just Wonder , what I got next for you What you wanna do? Take the chance to recognize that this could be yours I can see just like most guys that your game dont please Baby, cant you see How these clothes are fitting on me And the heat coming from this beat? Im about to blow, I dont think you know Im telling you to loosen up my buttons, babe But you keep fronting, uh Sayin what you gon do to me But I aint seen nothing Im telling you to loosen up my buttons, babe But you keep fronting, uh Sayin what you gon do to me But I aint seen nothing Now you can get what you want, but I need what I need Now let me tell you whats crackalackin fore I proceed Imma show you where to put it at PCD on me, yeah, I thought I saw a pussycat Now roll with the big dog, all six of yall on me Now tell me how it feel, babydoll Ashley, Nicole, Carmit, Jessica, Kimberley, Melody, you tellin me? Loosen up my buttons, babe Loosen up my buttons, babe Baby, wont you loosen up my buttons, babe? Loosen up my buttons, babe Come on baby, loosen up my buttons, babe Loosen up my buttons, babe Baby, wont you loosen up my buttons, babe? Loosen up my buttons, babe Im telling you to loosen up my buttons, babe But you keep fronting, uh Sayin what you gon do to me But I aint seen nothing Im telling you to loosen up my buttons, babe But you keep fronting, uh Sayin what you gon do to me But I aint seen nothing Im telling you to loosen up my buttons, babe But you keep fronting, uh Sayin what you gon do to me But I aint seen nothing Im telling you to loosen up my buttons, babe But you keep fronting, uh Sayin what you gon do to me But I aint seen nothing

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Fuck that shit, we get turnt til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast motherfucker Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker Let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo Yall already know the god gotta talk Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill em and I gotta hit em Yes you know a nigga gotta beat em stupid Only got 41 seconds just to give a nigga shit Every second bitch I gotta use it Somewhat a nigga blew it and I cannot Grab the microphone and not make a motherfucker lose it And I make niggas jump in the back Niggas up, she in the back of the truck Lil mommy wanna fuck and she really wanna suck When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club And we do this shit again my nigga, pronto Bip-de-badda-de-booda-de-beat it like a bongo Banging on the pussy like a nigga named Alonzo Head game crazy, that make her the head honcho Mad cause I took his bitch and now he thinks he macho? Somebody better call the cops yo Fore we run up inside of that niggas lil condo Put him in a box so the nigga in a cargo Shut a nigga down Throw a bottle at ya, shut a nigga mouth Come and follow me, stand up on the couch Let us wallow, niggas know were in the house East Coast nigga! 10031 is where my zip is Live in Har-ar-lem, up in the trenches Run through a bodega like I aint got riches Run through a bodega like I aint got Dont do it for the haters, I do it for the bitches My flow Al-Qaeda, I kill rap niggas Yall Now and Laters, sweet ass-niggas Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss Only thing that Im missing is Hov verse I get a feeling, they want the old Ferg Cocaine Castle, Hood Pope Ferg Got a question to ask you: do you know Ferg? Do you know that I come from where the toast burn? New York, New York, 143rd On Hungry Ham up on the corner Fiends gangster lean, they never sober From being in the streets to run a culture I never been in the weave, I had hoes, bruh Whos that jiggy motherfucker with the clothes, bruh? Im finna kill these motherfuckers with the flow, bruh Im the best in the game with the flow, bruh In New York I Milly Rock to Magnolia I love the East but shoutout to every coast, bruh South to North and even West Coast, bruh Blackin like Im fresh up out retirement, my flow still monumental Mental, couldnt ride an instrumental but they ridin dick I set the standards for requirements, so call the firemen Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the I in his His posse too clean , his diamonds like TIP His skin too clear , his bitch gon stare So mind your biz, how they find the time for minding mine I find these college chicks for top with Kylies lips Oh my, oh my Run it, run it like you want it Run it, run it like you stole it Running, running like Im going Running, pitching like Im bowling In my city, gangs run the inner city Load a semi for the chiddy bang Flacko, Fergie, Frenchie with the bitties Hit up Remy for the pretty gang Lately I feel like a Beatle Im Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino Moscato or Pinot I got some bitches to hop in the Regal Phenomenal deep throat Im more Ali than Muhammad My noodles was Ramen, go Google my diamonds I got some shooters in college I feel like a coach, Im recruiting and signing Look, I still be moving in silence Im ballin in blue like Im hooping in Dallas Bitch I dont play for no Mavericks You need to think who gon pay for your casket Ignorant bastard But Im still conscious enough to give hope to the masses Watch the coke do gymnastics Dominique Dawes, foreign my car when Im mashin Chain, busting it down, wrist, busting it down Your bitch busting it down, rap game, Im fucking it now I could be a jeweler, neck, thats Slick the Ruler You niggas is comedy, talking fast like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony KRS-One, Big L flows, son of a gun with the Buffalo Head on my wrist is a P1, made more money than E1 One time Chinx, two time Yams Get the money, slide like a violin You know my nigga Max almost home? You know who run the East Coast zone nigga? In the kitchen, culinary, I could whip a Bloody Mary And I wish that blood would dead me, Ima get ya brother buried Gangbanging with your halo, business on the payphone Bitches pussies drying up, like Tazs Angels Never was a client, cause that boy aint buying it And I got a bottom bitch, my top come on consignment Step up from the minor league, double M the dynasty No, I never sold dope, I just got me a finders fee Following my frequency, niggas rapping week to week Suckers be so weak to me, text, but dont speak to me You can never speak for me, see the B.I. chemistry Check into the crazy house, Ima turn the labels out Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Fuck that shit, we get turnt til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast motherfucker But I know this West Coast 10/20 was my date of birth, the day I came to Earth Bottle-sipping, love to burp, young nigga thats doing dirt Long Beach across my shirt, all yall niggas gon get merked What the fuck is you talkin bout? Me and Ferg, we gon put in work Bang on ya gang culture, out of this world Its all on a bitch, is she a Blood? Is she a Crip? Dont slip, think not, on the block where its hot Legalize with the nines, give a fuck about a cop Real shit, this is it, from the bottom to the Bay This is anybody K, California all day Yes-sir, on the curb, Mossberg by the van Little homies on the roof with the blam, blam, blam! Long Beach, popping pill on em I been working so hard, nigga, get your bale on I been working so hard, nigga, work to sell somethin I been working so hard, welcome to the hellzone, zone, zone See Im from Long Beach Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up See Im from Long Beach Fuck that shit, we get turnt til the sun is up All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up See Im from Long Beach This that East Coast motherfucker California motherfucker, see Im from Long Beach Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker West Coast

Greetings, loved ones Lets take a journey I know a place where the grass is really greener Warm, wet and wild There must be something in the water Sipping gin and juice Laying underneath the palm trees The boys break their necks Tryna creep a little sneak peek You could travel the world But nothing comes close to the golden coast Once you party with us Youll be falling in love Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh California girls, were unforgettable Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top Sun-kissed skin so hot, well melt your popsicle Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh California girls, were undeniable Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock West Coast represent, now put your hands up Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Sex on the beach We dont mind sand in our stilettos We freak in my Jeep ​horn honks​ Snoop Doggy Dogg on the stereo, oh-oh You could travel the world But nothing comes close to the golden coast Once you party with us Youll be falling in love Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh California girls, were unforgettable Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top Sun-kissed skin so hot, well melt your popsicle Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh California girls , were undeniable Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock West Coast represent , now put your hands up Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Toned, tan, fit and ready Turn it up cause its getting heavy Wild, wild, West Coast These are the girls I love the most I mean the ones, I mean like shes the one Kiss her, touch her, squeeze her buns The girls a freak She drive a Jeep and live on the beach Im okay, I wont play I love the Bay just like I love L.A Venice Beach and Palm Springs Summertime is everything Homeboys banging out All that ass hanging out Bikinis, zucchinis, martinis, no weenies Just the king and a queenie Katy, my lady Lookie here, baby Im all up on ya Cause you representin California California girls, were unforgettable Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top Sun-kissed skin so hot, well melt your popsicle Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh California girls, were undeniable Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock West Coast represent Now put your hands up Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh California girls, man Hahahaha I really wish you all could be California girls

Eee-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah The Dogg Pounds in the house Eee-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah The Dogg Pounds in the house Snoop Doggy, Dogg Snoop Doggy, Dogg From the depths of the sea, back to the block Snoop Doggy Dogg, funky as the, the, The D.O.C Went solo on that ass, but its still the same Long Beach is the spot where I serve my caine Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but dont lose your grip Nine-trizzays the yizzear for me to fuck up shit So I aint holdin nuttin back And motherfucker, I got five on that twenty sack Its like that and as a matter of fact Cause I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Yeah, so peep out the manuscript You see that its a must we drop gangsta shit Whats my motherfuckin name? Snoop Doggy Dogg Snoop Doggy Dogg Da-da-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh Its the bow to the wow, creepin and crawlin Yiggy yes yallin, Snoop Doggy Dogg in The motherfuckin house like everyday Droppin shit with my nigga Mr. Dr. Dre Like I said, niggas cant FUCK with this And niggas cant FUCK with that Shit that I drop cause ya know it dont stop Mr. One Eight Seven on a motherfuckin cop Tic toc never the Glock just some nuts and a cock Robbin motherfuckers then I kill dem bloodclots Then I step through the fog and I creep through the smog Cause Im Snoop Doggy Doggy Doggy Snoop Doggy Dogg Snoop Doggy Dogg Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay Bow wow wow yippie-yo Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay Bow wow wow yippie yo yo yo yo Now just throw your hands in the motherfuckin air And wave the motherfuckers like ya just dont care Yeah roll up the dank, and pour the drank And watch your step cause Doggys on the gank My bank rolls on swoll My shits on hit, legit, now Im on parole, stroll With the Dogg Pound right behind me And up in yo bitch, is where ya might find me Layin that, playin that G Thang She want the nigga with the biggest nuts, and guess what? He is I, and I am him, slim with the tilted brim Whats my motherfuckin name? Snoop Doggy Dogg Snoop Doggy Dogg Snoop Doggy Dogg Snoop Doggy Dogg Da-da-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh Da-da-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg (Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie yay Bow wow wow yippie-yo Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie yay Bow wow wow yippie yo ) What is, his name? Snoop Dogg, and the Dogg Pound Oh, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg Yeah yeah I know his name Cmon Snoopy, cmon Snoopy And the Dogg Pound Snoopy Dogg Snoopy Dogg Snoopy Dogg

Aye, aye, JC Sup Enron Aint that Snoop Dogg over there? That nigga with that blue coat on? Yeah Yeah, oh yeah, thats that nigga Nigga roll up on the side of him, man Roll your window down Man, hand me my motherfucking Glock man, give me another clip Cause Im gonna smoke this fool Yeah roll the windows down Yeah, okay there you go Aye man, you Snoop Dogg? Snoop, Snoop Doggy Dogg? Man hes Snoop Dogg Man fuck that nigga Nigga man Get that nigga man Man get up fool man, get up man, dont be trying to run man Get up on that fool man, I dont give a fuck What set you got now? Fuck you nigga Yeah nigga, whats up? Nigga Yeah mothafucka Yeah nigga, one less nigga Yeah nigga, yous a dead motherfucker now As I look up at the sky My mind starts tripping, a tear drops my eye My body temperature falls Im shaking and they break in trying to save the Dogg Pumping on my chest and Im screaming I stop breathing, damn I see demons Dear God, I wonder can you save me I cant die my boo boos bout to have my baby I think its too late for praying, hold up A voice spoke to me and it slowly started saying How long will I live? And will I be the G that I was? (Ill make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of So relax your soul, let me take control Close your eyes my son) my eyes are closed Murder Murder was the case that they gave me Murder Murder was the case that they gave me Im fresh up out my coma I got my Momma and my Daddy and my homies in my corner Its gonna take a miracle they say For me to walk again and talk again but anyway I get fronted some keys to get back on my feet And everything that nigga said came to reality Living like a baller loc Having money and blowing hella chronic smoke I bought my Momma a Benz, and bought my boo boo a Jag And now Im rolling in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rag (Just remember who changed your mind Cause when you start set-tripping, that ass is mine) Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed Never have a want, never have a need They say Im greedy but I still want mo Cuz my eyes wanna journey some mo, really doe Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord, my soul to keep If I should die, before I wake I pray the Lord, my soul to take No more indo, gin and juice Im on my way to Chino, rolling on the grey goose Shackled from head to toe Twenty-five with an izz-el, with nowhere to gizzo, I know Them niggas from the other side recognize my face Cause its the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C Mad dogging niggas cause I dont care Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair Niggas stare as I enter the center They send me to a level three yard, thats where I stay Late night I hear toothbrushes scraping on the floor Niggas getting they shanks, just in case the war, pops off Cause you cant tell whats next My little homie Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck And he probably wont make it to see twenty-two I put that on my Momma; Ima ride for you Baby Boo Murder Murder was the case that they gave me Murder Murder was the case that they gave me

Hit this motherfucker, G No, naw, man, I cant fuck with that Aw, man, I been dealin with you for three motherfuckin months, you aint hit the pipe in front of me yet! So, what you sayin? I think you 5-0! 5-0? Man, I aint no motherfuckin cop! Well, hit this motherfucker then I can feel it! Tonights the night I get in some shit Deep Cover on the incognito tip Killin motherfuckers if I have to, peelin caps too Cause you niggas know Im comin at you I guess thats part of the game, but I feel for the nigga Who think he just gonna come And change thangs with the swiftness So get it right with the quickness And let me handle my business, yo Im on a mission, and my mission wont stop Until I get the nigga maxin at the top I hope you get his ass fore he drop Kingpin kickin back while his workers slang his rocks Comin up like a fat rat Big money, big cars, big bodyguards on his back So its difficult to get him But I got the hook up with somebody Who knows how to get in contact with him Hit him like this and like that Let him know that Im lookin for a big fat dope sack With ends to spend, so lets rush it If you want to handle it tonight, well discuss it On a niggas time, and a niggas place Take my strap just in case one of his boys recognize my face Cause hes a sheisty motherfucker But I gives a fuck, cause Im goin Deep Cover Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Creep with me as I crawl through the hood Maniac, lunatic, call him Snoop Eastwood Kickin dust as I bust, fuck peace And the motherfuckin punk police You already know I gives a fuck about a cop So why in the fuck would you think that it would stop? Plot, yeah, thats what wes about to do Take yo ass on a mission with the boys in blue Dre! Yo, I got the feelin Tonights the night, like Betty Wright, and Im chillin Killin, feelin no remorse Yeah, so lets go straight to the motherfuckin source And see what we can find Crooked-ass cops that be gettin niggas a gang of time And now they wanna make a deal with me Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill with me And make my pockets bigger They want to meet with me tonight at seven oclock So, whats up, nigga? What you wanna do? I got the gauge, a Uzi, and my motherfuckin twenty-two So, if you wanna blast, nigga, we can buck em If we stick em, then we struck em, so fuck em! Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Six-fo-five was the time on the clock When me and my homie belled in the parkin lot The scene looked strange and it felt like a setup Better not be, cause if it is, they gettin lit up! Oh, here they come from the back in they llacs Im checkin for the gats they strap, so whats up, black? Chill, lets hear the deal If it aint up to what you feel, then grab your steel Right, so, what you motherfuckers gonna come at me with? Hope you aint wantin none of my grip Cause you can save that shit We give you 20 Gs if you snitch on your homie Well put you in a home, and make your life plush Oh yeah, but you got to sell dope for us. Hmmm, let me think about it Turned my back and grabbed my gat And guess what I told him before I shot it If you dont quit, yeah, if you dont stop, yeah Im lettin my gat pop, cause its 1-8-7 on a undercover cop! Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a undercover cop

Heyeyyy, I say, smoke it everyday, were on Smoke the weed, everyday Dont smoke the seed, no way Smoke the weed, hey Smoke the weed Younger generation Young boys and girls Be careful of the seeds you show If you want fi see a strong tree grow You gotta prepare for the future Show respect dont neglect mother nature All the pollution in this world Me just cant stand it Global warming make the whole world panic Take care of mother earth causea she be the planet Youth man dont go astray Fresh trees, young seeds all tryin to find the light Stretchin out their limbs to the sun, acting right Help them keep their life on track Watch over like a satellite Tell them when to stop and go like a traffic light Many obstacles to overcome in the city life Making sure they stay pure, teach them whats wrong from right Seed brings forth new life Smoke the weed, everyday Dont smoke the seed, no way Smoke the weed, hey Smoke the weed Say around 6am ina the morning When we justa wake up Stick the peer pockets me darling The bag a herb me break up Holding my fight, the herb me cant stand it Mea solely see babylon cant come step on it Mea mix the weed with a lit Grey Goose and tonic Yute man, no stop on the chronic, everyday Aya aya aya, hey man roll the weed up Take a few strands and me mix a couple breed up Cant stand when some boy go pffff on the seed oh We no do that, we get cheat oh And me say, herb herb what we all prefer Thema juggle it on every street curb And the yute they say: weed is life Weed is reality Smoke the weed, everyday Dont smoke the seed, no way Smoke the weed, hey Smoke the weed Early light papa, youth dema suffer Dancing, my top off, hot like the summer You can never understand why we live to light You would never recognize unless you see the fire in my eyes Im burying the man, like every single day Black birds in the sky, cant get a fucking break The smoke is my gun thats how I blow them away Music is my weapon, rewind and let it play Babylon, the police, sun set the whole day They call me Snoop Lion, I smoke everyday We keep planting these seeds Watch them grow a new breed Cultivating these trees The cycle carrys on And on and on and on, it dont stop The tick tock of universal clock To the bang bang boogie of the life streaming through me And the songs that wait while we procreate Smoke the weed, everyday Dont smoke the seed, no way Smoke the weed, hey Smoke the weed

Konvict Konvict, Muzik And you know we up front I see you winding and grinding up on that pole I know you see me looking at you and you already know I wanna fuck you , you already know I wanna fuck you , you already know, girl Money in the air as mo fell, grab you by your coat tail Take you to the motel, ho sale, dont tell, wont tell Baby said I dont talk, Dogg, but she told on me, oh well Take a picture with me, what the flick gon do? Baby, stick to me, and Imma stick on you If you pick me then Imma pick on you D-O-double G and Im here to put this dick on you Im stuck on pussy and yours is right Rip ridinin them poles and them doors is tight And Imma get me a shot for the end of the night ‘Cause pussy is pussy and, baby, your pussy for life I see you winding and grinding up on that pole I know you see me looking at you and you already know I wanna fuck you , you already know I wanna fuck you , you already know, girl Shorty, I can see, you aint lonely Handful of niggas and they all got cheese So you lookin at me now, what its gonna be? Just another tease far as I can see Trying to get you up out this club If it means spending a couple dubs Throwing bout 30 stacks in the back Make it rain like that ‘cause Im far from a scrub And you know my pedigree Ex-dealer use to move phetamines Girl I spend money like it dont mean nothin And besides, I got a thing for you I see you winding and grinding up on that pole I know you see me looking at you and you already know I wanna fuck you , you already know I wanna fuck you , you already know, girl Mobbin through the club in low pressin Im sittin in the back in the smoking section Birds eye, I got a clear view You cant see me, but I can see you Its cool, we jet, the mood is set, your pussy is wet You rubbin your back and touchin your neck Your body is movin, ya humpin and jumpin Your titties is bouncin You smilin and grinnin and lookin at me Girl, and while your looking at me Im ready to hit the Caddy right up on the patio Move the patty to the Caddy Baby, you got a fatty, the type I like to marry Wanting to just give you everything And thats kind of scary ‘Cause Im loving the way you shake your ass Bouncing, got me tipping my glass Normally dont get caught up too fast But I got a thing for you I see you winding and grinding up on that pole I know you see me looking at you and you already know I wanna fuck you , you already know I wanna fuck you , you already know, girl I see you winding and grinding up on that pole I know you see me looking at you and you already know I wanna fuck you , you already know I wanna fuck you , you already know, girl

The Biggie Duets! Jazzy Fizzle, Jagged Edge Ladies and gentlemen! I go on and on and on and Dont take em to the crib unless they bonin Easy, call em on the phone and Platinum Chanel cologne and I stay dressed to impress Spark these bitches interest Sex is all I expect If they watch TV in the Lex, they know They know, quarter past 4 Left the club tipsy, say no mo Except how Im gettin home tomorrow Cease will drop you off when he see his P.O Back of my mind I hope she swallow Man she spilled a drink on my cream Wallows Reach the gate, hungry just ate Griffin, she got to be to work by eight This must mean she aint tryna wait Conversate, sex on the first date I state, You know what you do to me She starts off, Well I dont usually Then I whipped it out, rubber no doubt Step out, show me what you all about Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse Pull your G-string down South I threw that back out, in the parking lot By a Cherokee and a green drop-top And I dont stop until I squirt Jeans, skirt, butt-naked - it all work Gotta love my lil nasty girl Know I love my lil nasty girl I love my lil nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G My lil nasty girl All my women from around the world I love my lil nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G I need you to dance, I need you to strip I need you to shake your lil ass and hips I need you to grind like you workin for tips And gimme what I need while we listen to Prince Cause miss you aint seen the world yet, rocked La Perla yet Rocked them pearl sets, flew in a pearl jet My style make a low profile girl smile Blow a chick back like I blow through a trial And now you and me can drink some Hennessy Then we get it on, mad women wantin to bone Sean Combs Sippin on Patron, speedin be leanin, got em fiendin Then when I did it to you throw it right back And tell me Yeah Diddy I like it like that Lift your shirt, you know how I flirt Heels & skirt, lets take it off, now lets work Gotta love my lil nasty girl Know I love my lil nasty girl I love my lil nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G My lil nasty girl All my women from around the world I love my lil nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G J-E & B-I-G Got the keys from Diddy Were a Man lookin no stress Meet us upstairs in ya best, yes! Dress to impress, spark this bitchs interest Jazzy on the beat so sweet Ladies if ya feel me grab ya titties for B-I-G Okay ma, whats ya preference? Nice and slow or fast and reckless Pull your hair girl, bite cha necklace! Lemme show you what a nigga from the Lou is blessed with I make ya sprang a leak When Im done flip the mattress change the sheets Im like the radical one I vibrate a lil more than your mechanical one From yo titties to ya thong Either way mama Imma make you do what it do Girl Im about to make you cum Guaranteed when you fuckin wit me, girl Cause Ill go on and on and on On and on and on On and on Ladies if you feel me, grab them thangs for Biggie Gotta love my lil nasty girl Know I love my lil nasty girl I love my lil nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G My lil nasty girl All the women from around the world I love my lil nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G Gotta love my lil nasty girl Know I love my lil nasty girl I love my lil nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G My lil nasty girl All the women from around the world I love my lil nasty girl All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G Ladies & gentlemen you are now in tune into the very best Jazzy Fizzle... Nelly man, Jagged Edge The Notorious... NOTORIOUS! B-I-G THE BIGGIE DUETS! NOTORIOUS! BAD BOY! SHO NUFF SHO NUFF! NOTORIOUS! NOTORIOUS! Ladies & Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen... LETS GO! LETS GO! LETS GO! LETS GO! hey hey hey hey

Dial tone, dialing, television in background Let me call this old bitch, see what this bitch doing Call this bitch, raggedy-ass, shit, man Hello? Whats up? Nothing, what you doing? Nothing, just kicking it Are yall done? Nah, what you gon do today? Um, pick up my clothes from the cleaners, I think Ill go get my nails done Serious? Why? Whats up? Ay, did, did whats-your-name done get at you yesterday? Who? Deez nuts! Aw, shut up, nigga I wanna ask you one question If I had some nuts, hanging on the wall, what would I have honey? I said, Darlin, youd have some walnuts She said, Well, daddy, if I had some nuts on my chest, would those be chestnuts? I said, Hell yeah She said, Well daddy if I had nuts under my chin would those be chin-nuts? I said, Hell no, bitch, youd have a dick in your mouth! Chicky-check, microphone check one Chicky-check, microphone check two Chicky-check, microphone check three Check game from the notorious Compton G Back with some shit that gots to bump As you pull up in the park, you pops your trunk Just to floss it like a motherfucker, clowning and shit Got your Danas on your hooptie and your fly-ass bitch Throw off, go off, show off, I take that ho If she proper, Ima pop her, the ho hopper Is back on track With big money, big nuts and a big fat chronic sack So Daz, step up on they ass And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope But, uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass Starting static with Dre, make way for the AK That I bring as I slang like cavi Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy Had he not known about the city Im from Here I come, stomping in my khaki suit B.G. from the hood, kinfolk Eastwood God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling But could you raise up off his nuts? Cause Dr. Drizzaes about to rizzip shit up Chicky-check, microphone check one Chicky-check, microphone check two Chicky-check, microphone check three Youre tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E Now check me out, its back to the old school Where the niggas get they scrap on, dont nobody cap on Slap on some D-R-E Or some funky-ass shit by the D-O-double-G-Y D-O-double-G Real Gs who drop kis Protect these N-U-Ts, so nigga please Peep out my manuscript Youll see that its a must I drop gangsta shit So recognize game from the gangsta Things will remain the same until I change em Its real easy to see So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double-G I cant be faded Im a nigga from the motherfuckin street I cant be faded Im a nigga from the motherfuckin street I cant be faded Im a nigga from the motherfuckin street I cant be faded Im a nigga from the motherfuckin street I heard you wanna fuck with Dre You picked the wrong motherfuckin day Here we go, toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row I heard you wanna fuck with Dre You picked the wrong motherfuckin day Here we go, toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row I cant be faded Im a nigga from the motherfuckin street I cant be faded Im a nigga from the motherfuckin street

Hold up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Hold up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Hold up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Hold up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Now, this that puff, puff, pass shit Cheech and Chong glass shit Blunts to the head, kush pillows, no mattress Speedboat traffic, bitches automatic Cross that line, fuck around and get yo ass kicked We roll shit that burn slow as fuckin molasses Probably wont pass it, smoke it til the last hit Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitch Andre, 3001, another classic Go ahead, ask him, bitches, bout how I be smokin out Party all night, yeah, its goin down Order rounds, we smoke a quarter pound of that good stuff Oh yeah, we smokin all night Yeah, puff puff pass that shit right here Nigga, better than my last batch Caramel complexion and her ass fat I know you tryin to get high Type of shit that have you leanin sideways Take a whiff of this suicide Holla at me, ‘cause I got it all day No need to fly to Jamaica For the ganja, we can get the same thing You want that bom bom biggy? Holla at my niggie right here in L.A. Hold up, wait a minute! Let me put some kush up in it! Hold up, wait a minute! Let me put some kush up in it! Still I am tighter than the pants on will.i.am Backthrow, back still, I have a pound in my backpack Next to where the swishas at Smokin presidential; got some bubba, I give me that Need it for my cataracts Four hoes and Im the pimp in my Cadillac You can tell them Cali back, matter fact Theyll know this aint dro, get a whiff of that No, it aint no seeds in my sack You aint never gotta ask, dog What he smokin on? Shit, kush til my mind gone What you think Im on? Eyes low, Im blown High as a motherfucker, there aint no question bout it Niggas say, Smoke me out, yeah, I really doubt it Im Bob Marley reincarnated, so faded So if you want it, you know your nigga homie You can put it in a zag or a blunt and get blunted I know you tryin to get high Type of shit that have you leanin sideways Take a whiff of this suicide Holla at me, ‘cause I got it all day No need to fly to Jamaica For the ganja, we can get the same thing You want that bom bom biggy? Holla at my, niggie, right here in L.A. Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke Inhale slow, no joke, make yo ass choke Hold up, wait a minute, you can go put it back ‘Cause what you got in your sack, boy, it aint that Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke Inhale slow, no joke, make yo ass choke

Justin Bieber: There comes a time When we heed a certain call Nicole Scherzinger & Jennifer Hudson & Justin Bieber: When the world must come together as one Jennifer Hudson: There are people dying Jennifer Nettles: And its time to lend a hand to life Jennifer Nettles & Josh Groban: The greatest gift of all Josh Groban: We cant go on Pretending day by day Tony Bennett: That someone somehow will soon make a change Mary J. Blige: We are all a part of Gods great big family And the truth you know: love is all we need Michael Jackson: We are the world We are the children Michael Jackson and Janet Jackson: We are the ones who make a brighter day So lets start giving Barbara Streisand: Theres a choice were making Were saving our own lives Its true well make a better day Just you and me Miley Cyrus: Well, send them your heart So theyll know that someone cares Enrique Iglesias: So their cries for help Will not be in vain Nicole Scherzinger: We cant let them suffer No, we cannot turn away Jamie Foxx: Right now they need a helping hand Wyclef Jean: Nou sé mond la We are the Children Adam Levine: We are the ones who make a brighter day So lets start giving P!nk: Theres a choice were making Were saving our own lives BeBe Winans: Its true well make a better day Just you and me Michael Jackson: When youre down and out And there seems no hope at all Usher: But if you just believe Theres no way we can fall Céline Dion: Well, well, well, let us realize That a change can only come when we Fergie: Stand together as one All: We are the world We are the children We are the ones who make a brighter day So lets start giving Nick Jonas: Better start giving All: Theres a choice were making Were saving our own lives Toni Braxton: Its true well make a better day Just you and me Mary Mary: We are the world We are the children Tony Bennett: Its for the children Isaac Slade: We are the ones who make a brighter day Toni Braxton: So lets start giving Lil Wayne: Theres a choice were making Were saving our own lives Its true well make a better day Just you and me All: We are the world We are the children We are the ones who make a brighter day So lets start giving Akon: Theres a choice were making Were saving our own lives Its true we make a better day Just you and me Fergie: Come on now let me hear you T-Pain: We are the world We are the children We are the ones who make a brighter day So lets start giving Jamie Foxx : Choice were making Saving our own lives Its true well make a better day Just you and me LL Cool J, Will.I.Am, Snoop Dogg, Busta Rhymes, Swizz Beatz: We all need somebody that we can lean on When you wake up look around and see that your dreams gone When the earth quakes well help you make it through the storm When the floor breaks a magic carpet to stand on We are the world united by love so strong When the radio isnt on you can hear the songs A guided light on the dark road youre walking on A sign post to find the dreams you thought was gone Someone to help you move the obstacles you stumbled on Someone to help you rebuild after the rubbles gone We are the world connected by a common bond Love the whole planets singing along All: We are the world We are the children We are the ones who make a brighter day So lets start giving Theres a choice were making Were saving our own lives Its true we make a better day Just you and me Kanye West: Everyday citizens Everybody pitching in Children & Wyclef Jean: Nou sé mond la Nou sé timoun yo Will.i.am: You and I You and I Kanye West: Uh, 12 days no water Whats your will to live? Will.i.am: We amplified the love we watching multiply Kanye West: Feeling like the worlds end We can make the world win Will.i.am: Like Katrina, Africa, Indonesia And now Haiti needs us, they need us, they need us All: We are the world We are the children We are the ones who make a brighter day So lets start giving Nou sé mond la Theres a choice were making Were saving our own lives Its true we make a better day Just you and me Wyclef Jean: Haiti, Haiti, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Haiti, Haiti, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Haiti, Haiti, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Haiti

Yeah, gotta say whats up to my nigga Slick Rick For those who dont like it, eat a dick But for those who with me, sing that shit As it go a little something like this Lodi Dodi, we likes to party We dont cause trouble, we dont bother nobody Were just some niggas whore on the mic And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic For all my Doggs keepin yall in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself Cause its cool when you cause the cozy condition in Which we create, cause thats our mission So listen close, to what we say Because this types of shit happens every day I woke up around 10 oclock in the morning I gave myself a stretch, up, a morning yawn, and Went to the bathroom to wash up I threw some soap on my face and put my hands up on a cup And said Um, mirror mirror, on, the wall Who is the top dog of them all? There was a ruffle duffle, five minutes it lasted The mirror said, You are, you conceited bastard! Well thats true! Thats why we never have no beef So I slipped off my khakis and my gold leaf Used Oil of Olay cause my skin gets pale And then I got the file for my fingernails Im true to the style on my behalf I put some bubbles in the tub so I can take a bubble bath Clean, dry, was my body and hair I threw on my brand new doggy underwear For all the bitches I might take home I got the Johnsons Baby Powder and Cool Water cologne Now Im fresh, dressed like a million bucks Threw on my white socks, with my all-blue Chucks Stepped out the house, stopped short, oh no I went back in, I forgot my Indo! Then I dilly I ran through a I bumped into this smoker named from the This was a girl playing hard to get So I said Whats wrong? cause she looked upset She said um: Its all because of you, Im feeling sad and blue You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days I love you so, how much youll never know Cause you took your dope away from me Damn, now what was I to do? Shes crying over me and she was feelin blue I said, Um, dont cry, dry your eye And here comes your mother with those two little guys Her mean mother steps then says to me Hi! Decked Sally in the face and punched her in the eye Punched her in the belly and stepped on her feet Slammed the child on the hard concrete The bitch was strong, the kids was gone Something was wrong I said, What was goin on? I tried to break it up, I said, Stop it, just leave her! She said, If I cant smoke none, she cant either! She grabbed me closely by my socks And so I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks But um, they gave chase, they caught up quick They started crying on my shoes and grabbin my dick And saying Why dont you give me a play So we can break it down the Long Beach way And if you give me that okay Ill give you all my love today Doggy, Doggy, Doggy, cant you see? Somehow your words just hypnotize me And I just love your jazzy ways Doggy Dogg, your love is here to stay And on and on and on she kept goin The bitch been around before my mothers born! I said Cheer up! and I gave her a hit I said, You cant have me, Im too young for you bitch! She said, No youre not! then she starts cryin I says Im 19, she says, Stop lyin! I says, I am, go ask my mother And with your wrinkled pussy, I cant be your lover Yeah, uh, tick-tock ya don’t stop And to the, uh, tick-tock nya don’t quit Yeah, nya tick-tock ya don’t stop And to the, uh, tick-tock nya don’t quit Biatch!

Sick of this Get those Just Eat foods online for me We gon do this Doggy style Did somebody say Just Eat? Me, get delivery like a G See hungry Doggs gotta eat I get mine every day, every week Chicken wings to the crib Im sittin in Burger in the low-low Hope they kept the pickle in Wonton on a catamaran Oodles of noodles, thank you, my man Tacos to the chateau, please Did somebody say Just Eat? Private jet in the night sky My man hand glide by with my fried rice, right What could you not love Bout a slice on the side of the hot tub? What you gonna do, boo? Chocolate fondue right on cue Even dipping in the sea I see food, seafood sees me J-U-S-T E-A-T Did somebody say Just Eat?

Konvict Konvict, Music, and you know we Upfront I see you windin and grindin up on the floor I know you see me lookin at you and you already know I wanna love you you already know I wanna love you you already know, girl Money in the air as mo fell Grab you by your coattail, take you to the motel, ho sale Dont tell, wont tell Baby say, I dont talk Dogg, then she told on me, oh well Take a picture with me, what the flick gon do? Baby stick to me, and Ima stick on you If you pick me, then Ima pick on you D-O double G and Im here to put this dick on you Im stuck on pussy and yours is right Rip ridin the poles and them doors is tight And Ima get me a shot fo the end of the night Cause pussy is pussy and baby, your pussy for life I see you windin and grindin up on the floor I know you see me lookin at you and you already know I wanna love you you already know I wanna love you you already know, girl Shorty I can see, you aint lonely Handful of niggas and they all got cheese See you lookin at me, now what its gon be? Just another tease far as I can see Tryna get you up out this club If it means spendin a couple dubs Throwin bout thirty stacks in the back Make it rain like that cause Im far from a scrub And you know my pedigree Ex-dealer use to move amphetamines Girl I, spend money like it dont mean nothing And besides, I got a thing for you I see you windin and grindin up on the floor I know you see me lookin at you and you already know I wanna love you you already know I wanna love you you already know, girl Mobbin through the club and Im low pressin Im sittin in the back in the smokers section Birds eye, I got a clear view You cant see me, but I can see you Hmm, its cool, we jet, the mood is set Your pussy is wet, youre rubbin your back and touchin your neck Your body is movin, you humpin and jumpin Your titties is bouncin, you smilin and grinnin and lookin at me Girl and while youre lookin at me, Im ready to hit the caddy Right up on the patio, move the patty to the caddy Baby, you got a phatty, the type I like to marry Wantin to just give you everything and thats kinda scary Cause Im loving the way you shake your ass Bouncin got me tippin my glass Normally dont get caught up too fast But I got a thing for you I see you windin and grindin up on the floor I know you see me lookin at you and you already know I wanna love you you already know I wanna love you you already know I see you windin and grindin up on the floor I know you see me lookin at you and you already know I wanna love you you already know I wanna love you you already know, girl, girl

Hey, hey, hey, hey Mustard on the beat, ho Annie, girl, lets play house And you can show me what thats bout Girl, nobody beat the pussy up like me Who you know that beat the pussy up like me? Girl, Im gonna lay you on your back Bam-bam, beat it like that Imma do it to ya, do it to ya Imma do it to ya, if you, if you let me Girl, Ill do it to ya, Ill do it to ya Girl, Ill do it to ya, do it to ya Eat it, beat it, bang like ah! I know you had a long day baby, I know! The 9 to 5 shift probably seem like all day baby You bout your money so youre probably working overtime, huh? Cause that minimum wage just aint enough Long as youre getting it, more power to ya Make a nigga that got it wanna to give it to ya Long as youre not sitting up on your ass Thatll make a real man say hallelujah! You got a son and youre raising him by yourself You need a real one in your life It aint no probably, its obvious that Your baby daddy didnt do you right I got a mama, girl I know how to treat a woman I like dessert, girl I know to eat a woman Lay with it, then play with it, I beat it up I know Im sinning but before I eat it Ill say my grace in it What? Annie, girl, lets play house And you can show me what thats bout Girl, nobody beat the pussy up like me Who you know that beat the pussy up like me? Girl, Im gonna lay you on your back Bam-bam, beat it like that Imma do it to ya, do it to ya Imma do it to ya, if you, if you let me Girl, Ill do it to ya, Ill do it to ya Girl, Ill do it to ya, do it to ya Eat it, beat it, bang like ah! Im going down on you first The real definition of down to earth I aint the one you ask to buy you a purse Im the one to make your insides hurt From the back with your face in the pillow From that position I know that you can only take a little But missionary she can take the whole thang Its so good I have her screaming out my government name And she aint never got to tell me how she want it Im a real one baby, Im already knowing She said her niggas shits weak Cause he aint make her nut and they was fucking til the morning You know it fire when shes telling you to nut in her But Im a nigga, Im thinking something up with her I know the homies might think a niggas krazy But you could fuck around and have my first baby What? Annie, girl, lets play house And you can show me what thats bout Girl, nobody beat the pussy up like me Who you know that beat the pussy up like me? Girl, Im gonna lay you on your back Bam-bam, beat it like that Imma do it to ya, do it to ya Imma do it to ya, if you, if you let me Girl, Ill do it to ya, Ill do it to ya Girl, Ill do it to ya, do it to ya Eat it, beat it, bang like ah! I said face down ass up Thats the way we likes to fuck Do my dirt on the low Thats the way shits sposed to go But I be tryna hit it right at the wrong time I said its yours, you say its mine, Shit we both lying We both tryna 69 and some more time My girl tryna FaceTime hitting both lines Meanwhile, while YG is fucking his side bitch His main bitch is creepin on the low Typical nigga shit!

Man, dont you know that Im loco? Mhm, hm I was chillin right around my way 21st, east side of the Beach This motherfucker ran up on me Talkin shit with his homies like he was a straight G Askin where Im from while he runnin up Gangbang my set on ery one of em Some things, sons, they just wont change Fools dont respect nuttin but the gangbang Whats seen is whats saw, Dogg is the law I have you niggas runnin like a marathon Lil Gs tryna creep on the East with it Talkin bout they gon get my chain and they gon leave with it But they dont know once they get close Its tic-tac-toe, three motherfuckers laid on the floor Yeah, this happened yesterday On the West they spray, I heard a ese say, he said Vato, you wont believe what I saw I saw this pack of guys and they act real hard They twist their fingers, say, You know who we are He said, I dont give a fuck, Im Snoop Doggy Dogg They keep talkin and it went too far So Snoopy, he went straight to the trunk of his car He got his gun and they start runnin hard He started firing and then he just charged Run nigga, run nigga Duck nigga, duck nigga Run, motherfucker, run Run, motherfucker, run Run nigga, run nigga Duck nigga, duck nigga Run, motherfucker, run Run, motherfucker, run I didnt mean to hit what I hit Now theres three motherfuckers dead and I aint seen shit But these niggasll scream for plea But for a G like me, its just a case, really, you could see I crack the MAC back and pop off rollin And smack ya neck back, ya drop off, fallin I havent seen my mama in a week And she aint even ran her mouth about me Fuck that, I aint give a fuck about the law Niggas say they wanna brawl, you would think that they were broads Believin all the things that you never saw In it, yall, been a Dogg, smoke you like a Menthol You think you know? But this cant go You think youll blow on my dope? What the fuck? No See these niggas proceed with speed So feel the need to bleed, all you hear my enemies goin Vato, you wont believe what I saw I saw this pack of guys and they act real hard They twist their fingers, say, You know who we are He said, I dont give a fuck, Im Snoop Doggy Dogg They keep talkin and it went too far So Snoopy, he went straight to the trunk of his car He got his gun and they start runnin hard He started firing and then he just charged Run nigga, run nigga Duck nigga, duck nigga Run, motherfucker, run Run, motherfucker, run Run nigga, run nigga Duck nigga, duck nigga Run, motherfucker, run Run, motherfucker, run I wouldnt be the nigga that I am If I didnt pop niggas in they mouth, goddamn And Snoopll keep one foot on the streets And leave em covered in sheets, run with them niggas with the heat You never seen a thug like this You never seen a dub like me And I aint weak for wanting peace In fact, I could be Beast of the East, motherfucker I never hesitate to blaze A nigga really tryna change his ways We gotta move my team, cause my peoples Is screamin that we need more for fun or its illegal Ba-ba-bang on a song, make it feel like a drive-by Its a shame, but somebody gotta die They see it happen state-to-state But when Im mobbin L.A., all I hear the eses say, they go Vato, you wont believe what I saw I saw this pack of guys and they act real hard They twist their fingers, say, You know who we are He said, I dont give a fuck, Im Snoop Doggy Dogg They keep talkin and it went too far So Snoopy, he went straight to the trunk of his car He got his gun and they start runnin hard He started firing and then he just charged Run nigga, run nigga Duck nigga, duck nigga Run, motherfucker, run Run, motherfucker, run Run nigga, run nigga Duck nigga, duck nigga Run, motherfucker, run Run, motherfucker, run Snoop Dogg, him bust gunshots Skateboard P, they say him bust gunshots DPG, them bust gunshots BBC, you know them bust gunshots, come again, now Snoop Dogg, him bust gunshots Skateboard P, you know him bust gunshots, come again, now BBC, them bust gunshots DPGC, you know them bust gunshots, come again, now Im tired of hearin all that bullshit When you gon play some of that good shit? Damn I mean, give me some like a—

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Its a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake If the way is hazy You gotta do the cookin by the book You know you cant be lazy Never use a messy recipe The cake will end up crazy If you do the cookin by the book Then youll have a... Break it down bitch! Lemme see you back it up! Drop that ass down low and pick that motherfucker up Break it down bitch! Lemme see you back it up! Drop that ass down low and pick that motherfucker up Now back that pussy, tease a motherfucker, hey! Now back that pussy, tease a motherfucker, hey! Now back that pussy, tease a motherfucker, hey! Now back that pussy, tease a motherfucker! Its a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake If the way is hazy You gotta do the cookin by the book You know you cant be lazy Never use a messy recipe, The cake will end up crazy If you do the cookin by the book, Then youll have a cake Rub that shit its yours, bitch! Grab this dick its yours, bitch! Rub that shit its yours, bitch! Grab this dick its yours, bitch! Now turn around bitch, put that ass on a nigga Grind on the dick, make it get a little bigger! Now turn around bitch, put that ass on a nigga Grind on the dick, make it get a little bigger! You gotta do the cookin by the book! Hey!

Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Everything I do, yeah I do it big Yeah, uh-huh, screamin thats nothin When I pulled off the lot: thats stuntin Reppin my town when you see me you know everything Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow I put it down from the whip to my diamond, Im in Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow Big Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa See on the West Coast Im the big chiefa The Grim Reaper, maybe that Bring me back, yellow Lacs, Steeler logo in the back We bangin out, that Taylor Gang Dub to your face, baby til you say my name Dont get your clique served, so much black and yellow You would think I was from Pittsburgh, in turn, get yourn Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Everything I do, yeah I do it big Yeah, uh-huh, screamin thats nothin When I pulled off the lot: thats stuntin Reppin my town when you see me you know everything Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow I put it down from the whip to my diamond, Im in Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow Im a bumblebee lit up like a Christmas tree Drinkin Hennessey Black, Im from Tennessee Juicy J make the way on my own two Quarter mil for the Phantom, bitch I own you And they go for ery chick that Im fuckin with Black and yellow bitches all up on me, yeah I dig In they purse, gotta get that reimburse On them bills and that purple pint of syrup And I stay Louisd down to the socks Rings and watch, weed and Glock Beans to pop My pants swole with them rubber band knots Im gettin old but them rubber bands not, nigga Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Everything I do, yeah I do it big Yeah, uh-huh, screamin thats nothin When I pulled off the lot: thats stuntin Reppin my town when you see me you know everything Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow I put it down from the whip to my diamond, Im in Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow Catch me in my Lamborghini, black and yellow, black and yellow I can rock it on the beat or Uh-uh, sideways in the turning lane Fire flame, I be burnin mane Teddy Pain bout to hurt the game Took a break for a while, I been learnin things I learned how to tell a nigga Fuck you then Black and yellow, black and yellow, all I do is fuckin win I told yall, and now Im on You thought it was over, you thought I was gone Im goin in, you gon have to let me, have to let me Back from the dead like Im Makaveli, Makaveli Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Everything I do, yeah I do it big Yeah, uh-huh, screamin thats nothin When I pulled off the lot: thats stuntin Reppin my town when you see me you know everything Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow I put it down from the whip to my diamond, Im in Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, all black and yellow See me now they treatin me like Im somebody special Smokin on that good, know its me soon as they smell it You could chill, Im the one who get it, not the one who sellin All grind every day, Im ballin, I cant help it Niggas on that bullshit, my pockets full of Celtics And them niggas hatin on us, get our best wishes In the club you aint even on the guest list, bitch Sound like you need to get your weight up Go to sleep rich and count another million when I wake up They wonderin how I do my thing Two words: Taylor Gang Remix, G-shit This champagnes poured, nigga the weeds lit Lil mamas clothes fallin like the leaves in the fall Aint worried bout your friends so bring em all Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Everything I do, yeah I do it big Yeah, uh-huh, screamin thats nothin When I pulled off the lot: thats stuntin Reppin my town when you see me you know everything Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow I put it down from the whip to my diamond, Im in Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow

Ooh, ooh This that Philly-Bompton shit Yeah, haha Im on the East side rollin with my Westside niggas Were just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga And the feds lookin, pray they dont catch my nigga Might pull up on the corner like thats my nigga And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga Thats my nigga, word up Im a four hunnid nigga with that .40 pound on me Baller ammo, I got forty rounds though Cash out Keenon nigga with the pounds low He count on me even when I move slow Come through Compton with all my niggas Come through poppin with all my niggas You shouldve seen how we looked last winter You shouldve seen how we ate last dinner I dont fuck with them Hollywood niggas I dont fuck with them Hollywood niggas In the game, Im the keep it right, nigga Cause all these rap niggas know my niggas wanna get em Basic bitches came to suck this dick, no Basic bitches came to fuck the clique, oh They tryna have me on some sucker shit Ima do it my way nigga, fuck the script Came thru the block with everything thats new Sippin that motherfuckin DS2 I cant fuck with him if he aint true They like, He alright but he aint you We like, five milli on aboard the ship I was the richest nigga on the tip Locked down with the killers and the robbers, going hard in it Open the gate, jump on the lift And now we headed to the westside, rolling in some hot shit Double in the backseat, it look like a mop stick You aint gotta ask me, nigga, you aint got shit You aint talkin money, I see you done switched the topic You be only fuckin with niggas that be on cop shit I be only fuckin with bitches that get it poppin You dont wanna see one my niggas face in a stockin Spray up your corner over some nonsense Im on the East side rolling with my Westside niggas Were just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga And the feds looking, pray they dont catch my nigga Might pull up on the corner like thats my nigga And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga Thats my nigga, word up Can a real crip, get a lil bit? Dump on a nigga for some silly shit A hundred four rounds when the milli kick, yeah Gang bang niggas who he really with And we dont talk to no motherfuckin law Cooked up, caked up, slangin that raw, nigga Roll through the city, of vice Bangin with the loud or the silencer Leave him on the floor with his brains spilt out Tanners, scanners, bananas peeled out Back to the set, no sweat, ducked off Come through the hood and you will get fucked off Nigga, thiss crip on my, two times Dont give a fuck and well bust him one time, nigga What yall thought? We criss to cross You miss, your loss, we settin it off, cuh Im on the East side rolling with my Westside niggas Were just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga And the feds looking, pray they dont catch my nigga Might pull up on the corner like thats my nigga And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga Thats my nigga, word up

What the fucks up, Dre? You tell me, you talk to Ren Im right here nigga Release the hound Bow wow wow Im a nigga wit an attitude thanks to yall And I dont give a fuck I keep it gangsta yall Imma ride for my side in the C.P.T God bless the memory of Eazy-E If it wasnt for me where the fuck youd be Rapping like the Treacherous Three, fucking cowards Id have seen Dre rocking parties for hours And Id have seen Ren fucking bitches from Howard And Id have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauers So fuck Jerry Heller and the white superpowers This the shit niggas kill for They hear the villain niggas spitting with them nigga flows Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch-ass niggas too Got something for you broke These niggas wearing skirts like the pope Who them niggas that you love to get Who them niggas that you fuckin with Love to yell that we the shit The saga continues with the worlds most dangerous group Four deep in the Coupe Imma smoke where I wanna smoke, fuck that Imma choke who I wanna choke, fuck that Imma ride where I wanna ride, fuck that Cause Imma nigga for life, so Imma nigga til I diz-ie Imma smoke where I wanna smoke, fuck that Imma choke who I wanna choke, fuck that Imma ride where I wanna ride, fuck that Cause Imma nigga for life, so Imma nigga til I diz-ie A pencil, a pen, or a Glock Im the original, subliminal, subterranean Titanium, criminal minded, swift D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit A couple of notes and get you hog-tied in rope Dope like tons of coke, cut-throat You dont want the pistols to whistle Candy paint Impala I make hoes pop collars God damn hoes, here we go again Fucking with Ren, playing to win He got the Coke and Hen - I got the juice and gin Same shit you was fucking with way back then We keep it cracking from the acting to the jacking Ged up Ced up motherfucker blaze the weed up We all on deck fool so put your heat up I stay on deck so me dont get wet Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots Lets get together, make a record, why the fuck not Why the fuck not Why the fuck not Why the fuck not Cause Im tight as the night I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985 Real niggas, biatch, you know, ha hah We cause tragedy, erratically Systematically in your house without a key How fucked up thatd be Gatll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery Assault and battery, cause we coming with that street mentality Straight west coast rider academy Concrete nigga, thats my reality We tend to bust on niggas that get mad at me Was it a bitch in the mix Well it had to be Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key Hoes make the world harder than it have to be Imma smoke where I wanna smoke, fuck that Imma choke who I wanna choke, fuck that Imma ride where I wanna ride, fuck that Cause Imma nigga for life, so Imma nigga til I diz-ie Imma smoke where I wanna smoke, fuck that Imma choke who I wanna choke, fuck that Imma ride where I wanna ride, fuck that Cause Imma nigga for life, so Imma muthafuckin nigga til I diz-ie

This is dedicated to the niggas that was down from day one Cell door opens Welcome to Death Row Like we always do about this time Hahaha, yeah, nine-deuce Death Row Records, creepin while youre sleepin Niggas with attitudes? Nah, loc, niggas on a motherfuckin mission What up niggas and niggettes? That crazy-ass niggas back in the motherfuckin hizzouse The notorious Compton G D-R-E on the solo tip, fuck them other fools What up, Ren? Yeah, droppin Chronic flakes on your ass, biatch West Coast flavor Niggas who talk shit get dealt with real quick So if you wanna take a trip to the Row Let a nigga like Snoop Doggy Dogg know Protected by niggas with big dicks, AKs, and one-eight-seven skills So if its must you test us, we can handle it the streets, nigga, fuck makin records Yeah, Gs up, hoes down If that bitch cant swim, then she bound to drizzown Peace to my nigga Drizzae, another Platinum hit, nigga Peace to The D.O.C., still makin it funky enough And Death Row Records is in full motherfuckin effizzect Oh, yeah, PS, fuck Mr. Roarke and Tattoo, AKA Jerry and Eazy Sincerely yours, these motherfuckin nuts I dont love Eazy, I dont love Jerry I dont love Ruthless Records Frankly, I dont love nothin they got to do with But, but, but you know what I want them to do for me? Jerry, Eazy, check this shit right here I want yall to put these bizzalls in your jizzaws And work them like a strizzaw and tell me what you sizzaw Yeah, you know what? You know what? Fuck all yall! Fuck yall! Really though, its Death Row, nigga! You better ask somebody, you really better ask somebody! Get out, get out, I dont love you no more Yeah, nigga, yous a penguin-lookin motherfucker

Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Partys over, it aint over Try to make a bad memory over and over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Partys over, it aint over Cannot find a single piece of me, game over Hangover Hangover Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Cannot find a single piece of me, game over Drink til youre drunk Smoke like a broke stove Dont quit, take flight I cant remember last night Its aight, this the life of a superstar Sci-fi with that boy trooping hard, couping cars Snoop be hard in the paint Drink another cup until I fall flat All lead and then some 1-5-1, done dilly Really for sure that Im throw back intoxicated Change over, game over, hangover, faded Body Shit Miss 대체 어디 있으 꾀꼬리 못 찾겠어 Eeny, meeny, miny, moe catch a lady by the toe 안 예쁘면 예뻐 보일 때까지 빠라삐리뽀 Drink it up and get sick Bottoms up, get wasted Pour it up, drink it up, live it up, give it up Oh my God, dammit, theres the fucking limit Pour it up, drink it up, live it up, give it up But I cant stop Making bottles pop until the wheels fall off And I cant quit I wake up in the morning, do the same shit Wake up in the morning, do the same shit Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Partys over, it aint over Try to make a bad memory over and over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Partys over, it aint over Cannot find a single piece of me, game over Hangover Hangover Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Cannot find a single piece of me, game over Waking and baking, shaking the fleas Caking and baking, raking the cheese Early in the morning in the bathroom on my knees Tipping and dripping, flipping the flow Whipping and dripping a drink on the floor This is the only way that I was taught a long time ago Seoul, Korea, youll see a G-a like me-a Never would there ever be another like he-a G-A-N-G-S-T-A, nothing left to say I done smoked my whole day 베이비 나를 시험해, 어서 나를 시험해 거시기가 거시기하니 거시기하고 거시기해 내일은 없다 에라 모르겠다 내 배를 째라 내일의 나는 오늘의 너를 백프로 몰라 에 Drink it up and get sick Bottoms up, get wasted Pour it up, drink it up, live it up, give it up Oh my God, dammit, theres the fucking limit Pour it up, drink it up, live it up, give it up But I cant stop Making bottles pop until the wheels fall off And I cant quit I wake up in the morning, do the same shit Wake up in the morning, do the same shit Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Partys over, it aint over Try to make a bad memory over and over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Partys over, it aint over Cannot find a single piece of me, game over Hangover Hangover Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Cannot find a single piece of me, game over Waking and baking, shaking the fleas Caking and baking, raking the cheese Early in the morning in the bathroom on my knees Tipping and dripping, flipping the flow Whipping and dripping a drink on the floor This is the only way that I was taught a long time ago Seoul, Korea, youll see a G-a like me-a Never would there ever be another like he-a G-A-N-G-S-T-A, nothing left to say I done smoked my whole day Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Partys over, it aint over Try to make a bad memory over and over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Partys over, it aint over Cannot find a single piece of me, game over Hangover Hangover Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Cannot find a single piece of me, game over Drink it up and get sick Bottoms up, get wasted Pour it up, drink it up, live it up, give it up Oh my God, dammit, theres the fucking limit Pour it up, drink it up, live it up, give it up But I cant stop Making bottles pop until the wheels fall off And I cant quit I wake up in the morning, do the same shit Wake up in the morning, do the same shit Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Partys over, it aint over Try to make a bad memory over and over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Partys over, it aint over Cannot find a single piece of me, game over Hangover Hangover Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Hangover, hangover, hangover, hangover-over-over Cannot find a single piece of me, game over

Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Hello I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? The motherfuckin world is a ghetto Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal When the smoke settle.. Im just lookin for a big yellow; In six inch stilettos Dr. Dre, Hello, perculatin keep em waitin While you sittin here hatin, yo bitch is hyperventilatin Hopin that we penetratin, you gets naythin Cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin Gangbang affiliatin; MC Renll have you Wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon 9 1 1 emergency Its my son hes hurtin me On parole for robbery Aint no coppin a plea, aint no stoppin a G Im in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly They call me the Don Dada Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga Im a scholar The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible Beg a ho, let it go, dick aint edible Nigga aint federal, I plan shit While you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? Villain blows up yo spot Take yo notebook yo bitch and yo Glock This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock You slapped her ass thats alarmin Cause she want my Worm like Carmen We chin check niggas, them thin check niggas Run trains on gold diggers beware these fo niggas Scarin motherfuckers like Stephen King flicks Makin niggas clear the room like a dyke fleein dick Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with? Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo fine ass bitch Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle Watch niggas kiss my ass without flexin a muscle Bitches - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle Same time same channel dont change the dial Niggaz4Life, fuckin your wife, these niggas wild I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? Did I fall off?, Got you in your room Rippin every Chronic poster on your wall off Just cause I put away the sawed off Now I got you sittin back with a smirk; Listening with your arms crossed Questioning Dres credibility Wondering if its still in me to produce hits; Yall be killin me As if I need to make mo I got a mansion And six cars that are paid fo suck my dick! We came a long way from not givin a fuck Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up Now we got the whole world starstruck Made a million plus and still dont give a motherfuck Motherfucker Im Dre - I dont need your respect I dont need to make another album bitch I dont gotta do shit I do it because I want to not to stay in the game Fuck the fame, Im still stayin the same, lil bitch! I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes Look at these Niggas With Attitudes..

Oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh 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 I know you gon lose it, this new Snoop shit Come on, baby boo, you gots to get into it Dont fool with the player with the cool whip Yeah, yeah, you know Im always on that cool shit Walk to it, do it how you do it Have a glass, let me put you in the mood, and Little cutie, looking like a student Long hair with your big fat booty Back in the days, you was a girl I went to school with Had to tell your moms and sister to cool it The girl wanna do it, I just might do it Hit her up with some pimp-pimp fluid Mommy, dont worry, I wont abuse it Hurry up and finish so we can watch Clueless I laugh at these niggas when they ask, Who do this? But everybody know, ooh, girl, that you is Beautiful, I just want you to know Youre my favorite girl Beautiful, I just want you to know Youre my favorite girl When I see my baby boo, shit, I get foolish Smack a nigga that tries to pursue it Homeboy, she taken, just move it I asked you nicely, dont make the Dogg lose it We just blow dro and keep the flow movin In a 64, me and baby boo cruisin Body rag interior blue, and Have them hydraulics squeakin when we screwin Now shes yellin, hollerin out Snoop! and Hootin, hollerin; hollerin, hootin Black and beautiful, you the one Im choosin Hair long, thin, black and curly like youre Cuban Keep groovin, thats what we doin And we gon be together until your moms move in Beautiful, I just want you to know Youre my favorite girl Beautiful, I just want you to know Youre my favorite girl See, I just want you To know that you are really special Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my See, I just want you To know that you are really special Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my Snoop Dogg Clothing, thats what Im groomed in You got my pictures on the wall in your room, and Girls be complaining you keep me boomin But girls like that wanna listen to Pat Boone Yous a college girl, but that dont stop you from doin Come and see the Dogg in a hood near you, and You dont ask why I roll with a crew, and Twist up my fingers, and wear dark blue, and On the Eastside, thats the crew I choose Nothing I do is new to you I smack up the world if they rude to you Cause baby girl, youre so beautiful Beautiful, I just want you to know Youre my favorite girl Beautiful, I just want you to know Youre my favorite girl See, I just want you To know that you are really special Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my See, I just want you To know that you are really special Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my See, I just want you To know that you are really special Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my I just want you To know that you are really special Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my Ehh... oh yeah, theres something about you... Oh-hooo! Ehh... oh yeah, theres something about you... Oh-hooo! Ehh... oh yeah, theres something about you... Oh-hooo!

Its just one of those days when you dont wanna wake up Everything is fucked, everybody sucks You dont really know why, but you wanna justify Rippin someones head off No human contact, and if you interact Your life is on contract Your best bet is to stay away, motherfucker! Its just one of those days Its all about the he says/she says bullshit I think you better quit lettin shit slip Or youll be leavin with a fat lip Its all about the he says/she says bullshit I think you better quit talkin that shit Its just one of those days, feelin like a freight train First one to complain leaves with a blood stain Damn right, Im a maniac, you better watch your back Cause Im fuckin up your program! And if youre stuck up, youre just lucked up Next in line to get fucked up Your best bet is to stay away, motherfucker! Its just one of those days Its all about the he says/she says bullshit I think you better quit lettin shit slip Or youll be leavin with a fat lip Its all about the he says/she says bullshit I think you better quit talkin that shit Punk, so come and get it I feel like shit My suggestion is to keep your distance Cause right now Im dangerous Weve all felt like shit and been treated like shit All those motherfuckers that want to step up I hope you know I pack a chainsaw Ill skin your ass raw And if my day keeps goin this way I just might break somethin tonight I pack a chainsaw Ill skin your ass raw And if my day keeps goin this way I just might break somethin tonight I pack a chainsaw Ill skin your ass raw And if my day keeps goin this way I just might break your fuckin face tonight! Give me somethin to break Give me somethin to break Just give me somethin to break How bout your fuckin face? I hope you know I pack a chainsaw A chainsaw A motherfuckin chainsaw So come and get it Its all about the he says/she says bullshit I think you better quit lettin shit slip Or youll be leavin with a fat lip Its all about the he says/she says bullshit I think you better quit talkin that shit, punk So come and get it

Im trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more Im trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor Now Im trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy Run tell the Bloods I’m crippin, go tell the Crips I’m Blood Nigga, I be trippin, bitch, I dont give a fuck I put the K on niggas, I spray on niggas Come through 2012 XJ on niggas Im an apex predator, nigga, Im stronger Shooters on deck, I break bread and they on ya Niggas said I fell off, oh, you heard I fell off? Why the fuck would you be repeating that? Nigga, Im a rap tycoon, make a 100 mill by June Now who the fuck said I cant rap, Jay? Im in a dope fiends dream, I got it for em raw I got that morphine memories, Ive been breaking the law I was born a burner, in the stroller with the llama Im violent, I kill a nigga, put that on my mama Nah, nah, dont tell me nothing about none of these niggas I smoke all these niggas for this bread Im trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more Im trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor Now Im trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy I give a fuck about a fed as I jump up outta bed 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, yeah Im trying to put this shit away on the low I need a hit a day, think you better get away From my, oh, my, I got a birdie thatll fly From Cali to Kingston, back to NY Snoops smash the kush, from 5 to 9 Come by and get you some pounds and now you flying high Run with the metal with my foot to the pedal Gs with the trees and the Cs on my level 5-0, you know I go hard, these fools call me Bogart Head nigga in charge, these niggas soft as DeBarge But I aint tripping, Im just flipping my cheese Cause if you really want the bomb come and fuck with your Gs I got it, always kill, always will Had that, sit that, my nigga get that, you hear that? Im trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more Im trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor Now Im trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy 5 AM in the kitchen, nigga, Im coughing Bag full of white 8 balls, Im going golfing Now homie got killed last night, bought him a coffin Retaliated the same night, made him a dolphin Guess thats the life of a yay flipper Choppers making your ass get naked just like a stripper Got cameras for the jackers, home invaders, man Them niggas coming all black like they Raiders fans All I saw growing up was kilos and gangbanging Then the homie taught me to whip, gamechanging Now Im breaking down birds on the coffee table Yeah, and half them bitches sold fore they off the table Gotta look, nigga wantin my half, I’m gonna split it The type of nigga work that visit like its a skillet Less Soda, more water, stretching like its elastic Weigh it up in 250s, wrap it up in plastic, yeah Im trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more Im trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor Now Im trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy Yeah, you know what it is. Its your cripping cousin, 5-O. Anytime you need that mothafuckin smoke, you know I got it, cuz. You need 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds? Whatever you need, you know I got it. And if them niggas out there in the NY need it give em my connect so I can hook them niggas up with that. Ooh wee, ooh wee! We tryna move this shit, cuz. For real though. I got too much of this shit, homie. Yeah, Im Bob Marley reincarnated. Jah! Rastafari!

Poppin, stoppin, hoppin like a rabbit When I take the Nina Ross, ya know I gots to have it I lay back in the cut, retain myself Think about the shit, and Im thinkin wealth How can I makes my grip And how should I make that nigga straight slip Set trip, gotta get him for his grip As I dip around the corner, now Im on another Mission, wishin, upon a star Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar In the back of the limo, no demo, this is the real Breakin niggas down like Evander Holyfield, chill Til the next episode I make money, and I really dont love hoes Tell you the truth, I swoop in the Coupe I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops But now I make hits every single day With that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre So lay back in the cut motherfucker fore you get shot Its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop Boy its gettin hot, yes indeed it is Snoop Dogg is on the mic, Im bout as crazy as Biz Markie, spark the chronic bud real quick And let me get into some fly gangsta shit Yeah, I lay back, stay back in the cut Niggas try to play the D-O-G like a mutt I got a little message, dont try to see Snoop Im finna fuck a bitch, whats her name? Its Luke You tried to see me on the TV, youse a B.G D-O-double-G, yes Im a O.G You cant see my homie Dr. Dre So what the fuck a nigga like you gotta say Gotta take a trip to the MIA And serve your ass with a motherfuckin AK You cant see the D-O-double-G, cause that be me Im servin em, swervin in the Coupe The Lexus flexes from Long Beach to Texas Sexist hoes, they wanna get with this Cause Snoop Dogg is the shit, biatch! Ahhhh, Im somewhat brain boggled So I look to the microphone and slowly start to wobble Grab it, habit, stick it to the plug Its Snoop Doggy, I got a got a fat dub Sack of the chronic in my back pocket loc Need myself a lighter so I can take a smoke I toke everyday, I loc everyday With the P-O-U-N-D and my nigga Dr. Dre Lay back in the cut like I told your ass Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast I got a little cousin by the name of Daz And bitches who fuck him gimme the ass Cause they know about the shit that we be goin through And they know about the shit that I be puttin up And they be knowin bout the shit I do when Im on the mic Cause Snoop Dogg is Trump tight like a virgin, the surgeon Is Dr. Drizzay, so lizzay, and plizzay With D-O-double-Gizzay the fly human being seein No, Im not European bein all I can When I put the motherfuckin mic in my hand, and You dont understand what Im kickin Cause Snoop is on the mic and I gets wicked, follow me Listen to me, cause I do you like you wanna be done Snoop Doggy Dogg on this three two one, umm Dum, diddy-dum here I come With the gat, and the guitar will strum, Im Not that lunatic nigga who you thought I was When I caught you slippin, Ima catch you then Ill peel your cap Snap back, relax Ya bet not be slippin with them Ds on that 83 Cadillac So we gon smoke an ounce to this Gz up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this

Wooooh! Yeah! Welcome to tha Church: Volume II Exclusive 213 Got my nephew Nate Dogg in them house Nate Dogg holla at em Where you at? Ridin in my car And Im listening to the radio Im listening to a sad girl sing Sing about how she got her heart broke People reaching for stars I just want me something natural When youre alone it gets mighty cold Dont act as if you did not know She let me play with her heart Im working late I said Ill soon be home All the while the girl was home alone Let me tell you what she crying for Why? Cause Im fly Yeah he super fly NATE DOGG! Woah ohh ohh Im fly, yeah You know he super fly But me Im Snooper Dooper and Im super duper fly Id be the greatest-est I know you waited this And I wanted this to be elaborate and so strenuous And then you just slide by and wiz-ave You on another piz-age Is that the way you gonna be-hiz-ave? I know youre feeling all hurt inside But wont you talk to a player Let me help out your pride? Im like a counselor, a pastor, a priest or a psychologist A shrink or a freak Peep my technique I wear minks, gator boots And Im the the one that gets the loot And I aint afraid to shoot And I love to toot toot Beep beep as I slide up the street Im from the LBC And I dont know what yall done heard about me But Im a C-R-I-P with some P-I-M-P too Im a real pimp player from the 213 crew Now look here boo If you gonna bang or hang with the Dogg You best to get in Holla at her Nate Dogg Ridin in my car And Im listening to the radio Im listening to a sad girl sing Sing about how she got her heart broke People reaching for stars I just want me something natural When youre alone it gets mighty cold Dont act as if you did not know She let me play with her heart Im working late I said Ill soon be home All the while the girl was home alone Let me tell you what she crying for Why? Cause Im fly Yeah he super fly NATE DOGG! Woah ohh ohh Im fly, yeah Warren G... 3 piece with a mink Gotta think my shit stinks Stacy Adams with a drink Pockets pad up, they come from Brinks So what the ladies wink You the one in the Mercedes Shotgun with the thing Coat chillin, watching The Lion King Crying and thangs Cause Im with Snoop and Nate - singing, rhyming and things Im out late cause Im grinding for change I aint with dime for dames Cock back and Im trying to aim At everything, that be hating my fame Since regulating, been lacing the game Aint no mistake in the game Two-one mother fin dwizzle sippin on the sizzle And thats for shizzle Four times for the riddles You know these bars Everywhere we go You know who us are You could tell by the car Champagn, caviar Bubble bath, I say I love you... And I laugh Ridin in my car And Im listening to the radio Im listening to a sad girl sing Sing about how she got her heart broke People reaching for stars I just want me something natural When youre alone it gets mighty cold Dont act as if you did not know She let me play with her heart Im working late I said Ill soon be home All the while the girl was home alone Let me tell you what she crying for Why? Cause Im fly Yeah he super fly NATE DOGG! Woah ohh ohh Im fly, yeah

Uh, I thank the Lord Im not a broke nigga, I’m dope, nigga Change my name, I aint like average Joe, nigga Up above wit my above average ho, nigga Tight frame with a tight cameltoe, nigga I got killers on the front line, you on the sideline Follow the guidelines or you be in the skyline Killas on the inside, and on your blindside Shoot you right between your motherfuckin’ eyebrows Ooh, kill em - Its that Carter V, let me get em Im feeling like John Gotti Lennon And you gon respect my mind and my sign and my emblem You got money on your mind and we aimin at your temple Check me out or just be quiet in the library, nigga Or the flowers on your grave gon be dyin’ every winter And as long as I’m alive Im a financial wizard Long as I can make a dollar out a dime and a nickle Thank the Lord I’m not a broke nigga I get money, Im a hustler So if you buyin what Im sellin’, you a customer See I can get it to you anywhere, anything But its point-blank range when the pistol bang I mix it up, I fix it up and I switched it up I locked down this end and got it twisted up See Im a dog, but I loc with my locs They say, You are what you smoke I grew up around dope niggas Uh, uh, uh, dope niggas I grew up around dope niggas Yeah, I grew up around dope niggas and cold killers And most niggas was both, nigga, two sport niggas I was no different from those niggas, but I was chose, nigga See those niggas somewhere with me in these hoes, nigga Momma was a go-getter, a coach, nigga Taught me everything I know, nigga, a soul sister Taught me how to be a goal tender, support system For that bitch, you played her role with ya and those children I aint lyin, slime, all my niggas balling, its a fuckin team sport I could change the world, but I done lost the remote All my niggas balling, thats how its supposed to be, ho I could change the world, Id rather change to beast mode Coke sniffers and dope stickers And most niggas was both, nigga, explode, nigga Pop a motherfuckin cork, nigga, to those niggas Cause lifes too fuckin short, nigga, get old, nigga I aint lyin, got a gold mirror just to see my goals clearer Be a role player, role model, while you roll with em They say you dont need to be with us, stay on the road, nigga That way I wouldnt come to the end of the road with em Man, all my niggas targets, thats includin me, ho I could change the world, Id rather change the people And definitions cause were defined by our legal roles All your haters fuelin, my needle broke Lord, I aint a broke nigga I thank the Lord I aint a broke nigga I thank the Lord I aint a broke nigga I get money, Im a hustler So if you buyin what Im sellin, you a customer See I can get it to you anywhere, anything But its point-blank range when the pistol bang I thank the Lord I aint a broke nigga I mix it up, I fix it up and I switched it up I locked down this end and got it twisted up See Im a dog, but I loc with my locs They say, You are what you smoke I grew up around dope niggas Uh, uh, uh, dope niggas I grew up around dope niggas I thank the Lord I aint a broke nigga

Young man, brotha brotha, you gotta fight for somethin Stand for somethin, gotta understand, gotta make the plays Stick to it, get through, write yours, ride your wave, just keep it true Well fight the blues, well fight the blues Brotha man, young man, let me tell you somethin Young man, brotha man, brotha man You gotta fight for somethin, stand for somethin Thats what the poem told me It was a greater poet like you know it but Id rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I Id write a song about the banging hoes and then Stay up in the bitches while she dozing When I went to my brotha, told him, Help me please Now we hop out the PJs posted by the P My old bitch yellin, Come back, come back Come back, babe Come back come back Come back babe Harlem nights, quick speed, Godspeed Speed of light, Grease Lightnin, leather on my six-speed bike Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle stripes Pop pop for the Klondikes Pop-pop wheelies on the dirty bikes, 15 sellin China white Cops stoppin if you opposite of white Pop, pop like you opposite of right Take heed, lil nigga, lowkey, take lead on them niggas Smooth dude riding round the boulevard Back in the days was on the train Ride the bus before I ride another nigga wave Beautiful, the waters flat like asses pre-Onika You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker Flacko, I wonder how it feel to live or be like you Album number three and keep it G like Q Heard you niggas get fly like G, like 2 Nah, more like 4, like 3, not 2 Shittin on these niggas like P, like U Drip Raheem and Q, got Hi-C like juice Mama hubby got life, he got three strikes too Real niggas bleed like me, like you Thats why I got a beam with a green light too I dont even make a scene, I just swing right through Im just stayin on my Qs and my Ps like soup Walkin in my shoes, follow me like suit Brotha man, young man, let me tell you somethin Young man, brotha-brotha, gotta fight for somethin Stand for somethin, brotha understand, God dont make the plays Take the truth, get through, ride your wave, just keep the truth Remember when I went to my brotha, told him, Help me please Now we hop out the PJs, posted by the P My old bitch yellin, Come back, come back Come back, babe Come back come back Come back babe Youre a cornstar, all you fuck is corn broads Frenchie faux pas cause you aint had no pa Your deal got catches like an outfielder Getting that Gods view from towers Lookin downward like Im Donald Trump

Bag lady, you gone hurt your back Draggin all them bags like that I guess nobody ever told you All you must hold onto Is you, is you, is you One day, all them bags gon get in your way One day, all them bags gon get in your way I said one day, all them bags gon get in your way One day, all them bags gon get in your way So, pack light, pack light Pack light, pack light Ooh, ooh Bag lady, you gon miss your bus You cant hurry up cause you got too much stuff When they see you coming, niggas take off running From you, its true, oh, yes, they do One day, he gon say, You crowding my space One day, he gon say, You crowding my space I said one day, he gon say, You crowding my space One day, he gon say, You crowding my space So, pack light, pack light Pack light, pack light Ooh, ooh Girl, I know sometimes its hard And we cant let go Oh, when someone hurts you, oh so bad inside You cant deny it, you cant stop crying So, oh, oh, oh If you start breathin, you wont believe it Youll feel so much better, so much better, baby So where my garbage bag lady What about my grocery bag lady? Im talking to my Gucci bag lady What about my paper sack lady? What about my nickel bag lady? Backpack on ya back, back lady What about my booty bag lady? And what about the cheeba sack babies? So what about the plastic bag lady? And my baby bag mamas, yeah All my bookbag ladies Ziploc bag lady What about my Fendi bag ladies? All of my shopping bag ladies

Yeah, thats right, I like that The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, uh, uh Snoop, Kells You know how we get down I pull up, dip low in the Phantom with the wheels spinnin Ladies like Thats that shit Im in the back of the club, blowin trees Hands up, head bobbin like thats that shit In the spot where the girls go wild Dancing titty bar style, Im like Thats that shit Snoop Dizzle your boy Kells Let me hear you say Thats that shit Lets get this party jumpin, me and Kel gon get it bumpin They humpin like when its over, we gon all get into somethin The Dogg is fresh, Southside without a vest Nothin on my chest but these ladies up out the Midwest I must confess that in the Chi youre so blessed Leaving nothing on my mind but Doggy, you and safe sex This aint a test, you fucking with a cold mess Meet me in Chicago, let me get you to this real west Its real strong, real fat and real long Doggies in the building, holdin something they can feel up on And once they get it something they can build up on Take that skinny nigga home, work that filling till its gone Get that home grown, put that shit on Daddy long I know how you ladies do it, t-shirt with no panties on Lets get this shit crackin, Kell and Doggy Dogg in action If you in here all alone, you might get this dog bone I pull up, dip low in the Phantom with the wheels spinnin Ladies like Thats that shit Im in the back of the club, blowin trees Hands up, head bobbin like thats that shit In the spot where the girls go wild Dancing titty bar style, Im like Thats that shit Snoop Dizzle , your boy Kells Let me hear you say Thats that shit Dippin low, 64, hundred spokes and chronic smoke All these ladies on the floor cause they know what we in here for Dogg and Kelly came to ball, get your ass up off the wall Let that middle wiggle now make that shit fall Not just one but all yall, move it like you want it all Let me see you bounce it for me, work that shit for Doggy Dogg You gots to do it, is that your crew? Bring em too, come here let me take you through it Then once Kelly get into it, we can get this after party Poppin everybody, got themselves another body Knockin out without protection though, thats my confession But at the spot if you just think you want a lesson, you can drop it like its hot Hold up, I came to cool out, lay back and get blown Maybe Henny, maybe gin, a couple shots of Patron And if you didnt you missed it but now its known That this that shit, Kels sing that song, come on I pull up, dip low in the Phantom with the wheels spinnin Ladies like Thats that shit Im in the back of the club, blowin trees Hands up, head bobbin like thats that shit In the spot where the girls go wild Dancing titty bar style, Im like Thats that shit Snoop Dizzle your boy Kells Let me hear you say Thats that shit So if you think you got the bomb shit Holla at a playa Holla at a playa Holla at a playa And if you lookin for some good sex Holla at a playa Holla at a playa Holla at a playa Girl if you ever in the 3-1-2 Holla at a playa Holla at a playa Holla at a playa And if youre ever in the 2-1-3 Holla at a playa Holla at a playa Holla at a playa I pull up, dip low in the Phantom with the wheels spinnin Ladies like Thats that shit Im in the back of the club, blowin trees Hands up, head bobbin like thats that shit In the spot where the girls go wild Dancing titty bar style, Im like Thats that shit Snoop Dizzle your boy Kells Let me hear you say Thats that shit

Can we get a motherfuckin moment of silence For the small chronic break? A-hah, niggas be brown-nosing these hoes and shit Taking bitches out to eat, and spending money on these hoes Know what Im saying? I treat a bitch like 7-Up, I never have I never will I tell a bitch like this: Bitch, you without me is like Harold Melvin without Bluenotes Youll never go platinum! Hey Daz, give me a light nigga We’d like to welcome yall to the fabulous Carolina West I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow Yall niggas know who I am, yall niggas tearin up shit But we got somethin old, and somethin new for yall tonight Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics Its like everywhere I lizzook And everywhere I go Im hearing motherfuckers trying to steal my flow But it aint no thang, cause, see, my nigga Coolio Put me up on the game when I stepped through the door You know, some of these niggas is so deceptive Using my styles like a contraceptive I hope you get burnt, seems you havent learnt Its the knick-knack, paddywhack, I still got the biggest sack So put your gun away, run away, cause Im back Hit em up, get em up, spit em up Now, tell me, whats going on? It make me wanna holler, cause my dollars come in O-zones Known for break off so take off your clothes And quit trying to spit at my motherfuckin hoes! Speaking of hoes, Ill get to the point You think you got the bomb cause I rolled you a joint? Youse a flea, and Im the Big Dogg Ill scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws Yalls niggas better recognize And see where Im coming from: its still Eastside til I die Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-double G, Y Its a crazy, mixed-up world Its a Doggy Dogg World Well if you give me ten bitches then Ill fuck all ten Seen the homie Snoop Doggy sipping juice and gin Dont slip, Im for the set-trip, to get papers Styles vary, packing flavor like Lifesavers Aint that something? Talk shit and Im dumpin I had your whole fuckin block bumpin Dont sweat, but check the technique. Im unique like China Youll never find a bomber rhymer than this nigga behind ya So peek-a-boo, clear the way, Im coming through One, two, three: you cant see me Im a G like that, strapped with hit-hard tactics A fuckin menace, using hoes like tennis rackets Its on again, Its on and poppin All I see is green, so there aint no stoppin I wanna see some panties droppin Im coming from L.A, she used to chill with Dre up in Compton (All I ever did was just use that ho Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows) I’m dishin out blues, I’m upsettin like bad news Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes Kurupt, the name’s often marked for catchin slugs And I smoke weed for the fuck of it Ruff and rugged shit, it’s unexplanatory how I gets wicked But it’s mandatory that I kick it Check it, I’m runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin Prepare for a war, it’s on, I’m head huntin Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn Peep, the massacre from a verbal assassin Murderin with rhymes packin TEC-9’s for some action You really don’t know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog You can’t do me, I’m goin out looney like O-Dog Its a crazy, mixed-up world Its a Doggy Dogg World Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party Uh-huh, till when? It dont stop, and uh- it dont quit for uh- Tha Dogg Pound clique to drop the cavi dough Diggity-Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once more So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow I flip-flop and serve hoes with a fat dick Til I die, Im still screaming out: Now Im the mack daddy, had he Not known about the city where Im from: Dum diddy dum As you groove to the gangster shit The D-O-double G, the P-O-U-N-D, the gangster clique Now as the Pound break it down with the gangster funk I can see and I can tell thats what the fuck you want Then I blaze up the chronic so I can get high I promise I smoke chronic til the day that I die Its a crazy, mixed-up world Its a Doggy Dogg World

Tonight theres gonna be a whole lotta smoke in the air Blow it hard for the ones who aint here Seems like every day we putting one six feet underground So blessed What goes up must come down Now my buzz is gone, I need to re-up on reality Cant let them see me weak, I need to pause on it Is there any possibility that everyone feels like me? Yeah Ashtrays and heartbreaks I lost some, lets toast one So put em high, lets reminisce Youre gone, but youre never missed Ashtrays and heartbreaks I lost some, lets toast one So raise a glass to the memories Set em free and fill up all those ashtrays Fill up all those ashtrays Tomorrow when you wake up and realize life aint fair Throw it back and make the whole world disappear You never miss what you had, til its gone When its right, something always will go wrong Now my buzz is gone, I need to re-up on reality Cant let them see me weak, I need to pause on it Is there any possibility that everyone feels like me? Yeah Ashtrays and heartbreaks I lost some, lets toast one So put em high, lets reminisce Youre gone, but youre never missed Ashtrays and heartbreaks I lost some, lets toast one So raise a glass to the memories Set em free and fill up all those ashtrays Fill up all those ashtrays Now my buzz is gone, and I need to re-up on reality Cant let them see me weak I need to pause on it Is there any possibility that everyone feels like me? Yeah Ashtrays and heartbreaks I lost some, lets toast one So put em high, and reminisce Youre gone, but youre never missed Ashtrays and heartbreaks I lost some, lets toast one So raise a glass to the memories and set em free And fill up all the ashtrays Fill up all the ashtrays

Ayo, Jim, man, why dont ya... Why dont you kick some of that, you know? You-You know how you do it, man Its a trip, people dont even believe were together right now Bu-, bu-, but tell your story You know the one I like Say it for me Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Into this house were born Into this world were thrown Like a dog without a bone An actor out on loan Riders on the storm Theres a killer on the road His brain is squirmin like a toad Take a long holiday Let your children play If you give this man a ride Sweet family will die Killer on the road Yeah! Goin off of this, goin off of that With the Lizard king bumpin in the back, how bout that? Driftin, liftin, swiftin Coastin, testaroastin But the wheels wont stop 200 on the highway, fresh up off the block Hes a rider? Naw, hes a killer Dressed in all black, but his hat says Steeler Pedal to the metal I gotta go hard, drive by and say hello Hey, Fredwreck, you my mello Now let me hear what I sound like acapella Wow, ride, dip swish Now bring it back, just like this Like a dog without his bone Unlike a G without his chrome Its hard to imagine The homie dog in a Jag and hes checkin for the checkered flagin Comin in first, never in last Cause my car too fast I never ever run outta gas Cause Im just too clean, I do it upperclass So fasten your seat belts Its so hot, it will even make heat melt So get a bowl and roll and ride Slip through the slip and slide Like a dog without a bone An actor out on loan Riders on the storm Theres a killer on the road His brain is squirmin like a toad Take a long holiday Let your children play If you give this man a ride Sweet family will die Killer on the road Yeah Woah! Away in India Woo! Need for Speed, Im tryin to take the lead Hold on, little homie, fore you run into the trees Ive seen things that I never wouldve saw before Ayo, Jim, let em in, let em in Open up, my back tire smokin up The whole street And now the police wanna flash their lights And chase the Dogg all night But I wont pull over nor give up Cause I just dont give a Yeah, Im from the side, boy Where we was born and raised Straight up to ride, boy Continuously We get to it expeditiously Keep the light on, East side on Snoop Dogg and The Doors and, yeah, we bout to ride on Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Into this house were born Into this world were thrown Like a dog without a bone An actor out on loan Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Riders on the storm And lets ride!

Heaving Breathing, Panting Okay Guess whos back, it aint a fuckin question They know the name, bow in the presence of a living legend Fuck what you heard, its murda murda, you gon need protection Some niggas blinded, couldnt see So look for me to come and give direction Who hold the crown, it aint no conversation I’m being modest should be silent less you payin homage Remain the hottest, niggas cant stop us, thats just being honest And makin hits, I never had problems much in that department Dont get me started, dont compare me to the newest nigga For every one of you, theres a hundred more And I watch them come and go, my track record aint coincidental And these verses is like hearses Consistently killin yall with instrumentals Tell me, fuck what would yall do without me?! Kill yourself for even thinking something crazy bout me Im like Ali, your fuckin champ, now watch me rope a dope Just watch him choke, cause everythin I drop is dope Now watch em all go up in smoke I came here to raise hell, I cant lie One shot, one kill, its real, I aint hidin Dont shoot one shot if you aint ready to die And never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire Cause you dont want it, I have you like aye aye Better back the fuck up, over guns so I try Now that weak shit will never slide, I despise You are now not in the presence of nice guys Look, what the fuck, I was just chillin in the cut Aint no beginners, only winners run amok, you runners up You funny fuck like twenty bucks, I know your slut will let me fuck I told my city Hold me down, now look how high they hold me up Im Kobe clutch, I hold my nuts fore I was old enough to cuss Was kissin bitches after lunch, now thats a muthafuckin rush So by high school I was fuckin niggas bitches on the hush So no questions and no panties is a muthafuckin must Its the peoples rapper, I aint no rapper, Im the rapture On the mornin after, you lackin passion, you aint rap You just a wack distraction, I cant relax cause I feel the magic smashin Toni Braxton, where your sisters at? Lets get it crackin Look, I was young, I was broke, had no hope, so I wrote Thats how I cope, I went hard with no results New approach, same truth, just get ready, aim, shoot Then get buried, bang, woof, so they better bring troops Because... I came here to raise hell, I cant lie One shot, one kill, its real, I aint hidin Dont shoot one shot if you aint ready to die And never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire Cause you dont want it, I have you like aye aye Better back the fuck up, over guns so I try All that weak shit, will never slide, I despise You are now not in the presence of nice guys Its fuckin murder, baby Im tryna hurt em, baby I know you heard me, baby Feel like Im goin crazy Its fuckin murder, baby Run, run, run, the cops almost got me Another tear drop, another motherfuckin body Uh, uh, uh, another fuckin body Uh, uh, uh, another body Uh, uh, uh, another body Uh, uh, uh, another body Uh, uh, uh, another body Uh, uh, uh, another fuckin body, body

Let you get high but I aint smoking with the rest though Cause if its in my joint, believe that its the best smoke Im talking OG kush from the West Coast Watch how you hit it, just one hit will burn your chest, though Cut those cameras on cause my camos on And my niggas back and we riding round town With a big ol bag of weed, Taylor Gang, we aint in yo faculty Me and Snoop Dogg done created a masterpiece Smoke all day and Im making this cash And we bout it bout it like Master P Go hard, stacking cheese, roll a joint, pass the trees T-G-O-D, hes the O-G, real G shit what it has to be My real niggas gon pop tags for me Fake niggas wont get bags from me Say you just wanna shake hands with me? Same fuck niggas used to laugh at me Now Im riding round town in a car that you cant even pronounce And you cant go fast as me Smoking marijuana and she know that Im a player So she wanna come up here and spend that cash with me That pimp shit come naturally That fuck shit is whack to me My kush grown organically My balling is actually Let you get high but I aint smoking with the rest though Cause if its in my joint, believe that its the best smoke Im talking OG kush from the West Coast Watch how you hit it, just one hit will burn your chest, though, fa sho You might get smoke but you aint smoking what we smoking on You might get smoke but you aint smoking what we smoking on You might get smoke but you aint smoking what we smoking on You might get smoke but you aint smoking what we smoking on Let me turn you on and turn you out To make you feel like you really wanna feel For real, sho will, nigga I got that kill You know what I got: Captain Crunch, soda pop Light green kush cut from a bush Mix it together, get it together Hypo grow with the hydro flow Smoking on some shit called I dont know This is that shit that was caught From my niggas on the block with a .44 Glock - oh no! Cuttin it up, button it up Homie dont speak at all You might scape, you might be most likely like shark bait I might hate, nigga you smoking that lightweight Wrong class, featherweight, levitate Set it straight: let me break it down for you Flip it, zip it, let it fly If its good, its gonna get you high Drop it, stop it, that aint the one We dont even smoke that shit for fun! Let you get high but I aint smoking with the rest though Cause if its in my joint, believe that its the best smoke Im talking OG kush from the West Coast Watch how you hit it, just one hit will burn your chest, though, fa sho You might get smoke but you aint smoking what we smoking on You might get smoke but you aint smoking what we smoking on You might get smoke but you aint smoking what we smoking on You might get smoke but you aint smoking what we smoking on Yea nigga, Im rolling up that high-grade Chilling on the porch, smoking like its Friday Every day of the week to Juicy Js a high day Niggas think Im Chinese cause my eyes straight I pour up a 6 into a 20 ounce Smoked a half ounce of kush, felt like 20 ounces Fucked around and popped a molly now Im high as fuck Every chick Im seeing Juicy screamin out: lets fuck! I done popped a pill and hit the lean behind it Where my mind? Somebody help me find it Got a black and white bitch, they my mixed bitches They keep my double cup full, OG in my Swisher Let you get high but I aint smoking with the rest though Cause if its in my joint, believe that its the best smoke Im talking OG kush from the West Coast Watch how you hit it, just one hit will burn your chest, though, fa sho You might get smoke but you aint smoking what we smoking on You might get smoke but you aint smoking what we smoking on You might get smoke but you aint smoking what we smoking on You might get smoke but you aint smoking what we smoking on

I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana Shes feeding fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her I spit a little G man and my game got her A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her I got the bitch by the bar, trying to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country; think she like me cause Im from New York? I aint that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head Im that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch: hit the track, catch a date, and come pay the kid Look baby, this is simple, you cant see? You fuckin with me you fuckin with a P-I-M-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P G-G-G-mixxxx! F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P Doggy style in your mouth for the 2003 And yall know Im from the DPG F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P We internationally known and locally respected Now what you know about me? Yeah bitch, I got my Now and Later gators on Im bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong Your dead wrong if you think that pimpin gonna die 12-piece with a hundred hoes by my side Im down with that nigga 50 like Im down with blue Yeah, I love you too G-U-N-I-Tizzy, fuckin with me and the D-P-Gizzy Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown I got my business in Manhattan, I aint fuckin around I got some butter pecan Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down Thats waiting on me to return So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm. Word They love it when I get to crippin And spitting this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin Dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a blunt up outta me I drive Cadillac, wear a perm, cus Im a G That Im a motherfuckin C-R-I-P You need to switch over and ride with a star Itll get you far Im a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R Yeah, Im young, but I aint dumb Got some tricks, but I aint one Im a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run I let em do as they please, as long as they get my cheese Even if they gotta freeze, or if its a hundred degrees I keep em on they knees, take a look under my sleeve I aint gotta give em much, theyre happy with Mickey Ds, PIMP We keep it pimpin in the South, you know how it go We drive old-school, white walls with mink floors I spin the G-Unit piece, and get em dizzy Handcuff her if you love her or your girl coming with me When your neck and wrist glow, she already should know That money make the world go round, so lets get mo Its time to show these playas how it should be done You got pimp potential, you might/could be one, G-UNIT! I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P In Hollywood, they say theres no business like show business In the hood, they say, theres no business like ho business They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster I aint got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch!

—so, all of you Africans All of you Africans that know how to do things thats working for other people Yall need to open your own business Save your money, quit paying motherfuckers for jheri curls Quit paying motherfuckers for perms Save your money, start your own business So these little Africans will have wa— places to work This is our future right here! This our future right here! This— Hey, Ima tell you right now If— If— If I have to die today, for this little African right here to have a future, Im a dead motherfucker! Wake up, jumped out my bed Im in a two man cell with my homie Lil 1/2 Dead Murder was the case that they gave me Dear God, I wonder, can you save me? Im only eighteen, so Im a young buck Its a riot, if I dont scrap, Im getting stuck But thats the life of a G, I guess Eses way deep, shanked two in the chest Best run cause brothers is dropping quicker Uh, too late, damn, down goes another nigga Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs Getting that rep as a young hog It aint nothing like the street life You better be strapped with your shank, cause aint no fist fight So I guess I gots to handle mine Since I did the crime, I gots to do my time Them say me grow up to be nothing Look at me now and tell me what you see I am what I am, its only me Little ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto street Whatcha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility? Now Im holding a dub, sitting on swoll 27 years old, up for parole, stroll Im back up on my feet with my mind on the money That Ill be making soon as I touch the streets Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right But it aint no thang to me Cause now Im what they call a loced-assed OG The little homies from the hood with grip Are the ones I get with cause Im down to set trip Nigga, Im bigger than you, so what you wanna do? Didnt know he had a twenty-two Straight sitting behind his back I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps I fell to the ground with blood on my hands I didnt understand How a nigga so young could bust a cap I used to be the same way back I guess thats what I get For trying to jack the little homies for they grip Me learn many things from what me see from the street The outcome of what Ive come to be Little ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto street Whatcha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility? Something for the real OGs to get with Some facts, made our made, now you runnin but dont play Like every single day, really, though You know me, Im the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie No needing being calm if you pack right And learning just enough to keep your sack right Late nights, I wonder what they getting for? Early morning on the corners, what they hitting for? Seven young Gs put they serve down In a G ride, east sides where they swerve now Not thinking about whats really going on Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone I spent four years in the county with nothing but convicts around me But now Im back at the Pound And we expose ways for the youth to survive Some think its wrong but we tend to think its right So make all them ends you can make Cause when youre broke, you break, check it out So aint no need for your mama to trip Cause yous a hustlin-ass youngsta, clocking your grip Now me finally grown as you can see, still an OG For life and always remain to be A little ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto street Whatcha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility?

Some good-ass weed Check it out Dog: this game is a motherfuckin trip man. Word on the streets, everybody always tryin to run up on me hollerin about Word on the streets is, this nigga said this. Man, I dont give a fuck about what that nigga said man. Thats whats wrong with you niggas. You niggas is just like bitches. Ho-ass niggas, talk too motherfuckin much . Stay to your own, get your own–you know what Im saying? Be independent, nigga Biatch Yeah Bitch niggas Bitch niggas Bitch-ass niggas Bitch niggas Yeah, Im talkin about you Bitch niggas And you too Hmm, Dogg I meet mo bitch niggas than hoes, look here And I really dont know, but thats just how it go Dogg, so many niggas like to keep up shit And just like a bitch niggas be talkin shit Smilin in my face and then they blast me in the back Niggas stay strapped from way back, cause payback...will Make niggas wanna pop that shit If you aint ready for the game nigga stop that shit We rock that shit, my nigga Dre, drop that shit No mo talkn, Im walkin and Im poppin the clip Glock on the hip, set-trippin, dippin and shit If you act like a bitch nigga you get smacked like a bitch Bitch niggas, bitch niggas These niggas dont know what the fuck is goin on Yo Dogg, check it, kick back Let me holler at these niggas for a minute Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity The aggravated, makin these punk motherfuckers hate it is the city Im from Cant never leave the crib without a murder wea-pon Huh, I cant live my life on broke no mo And most of these fools aint shit but cutthroats They smile in a nigga face, and for what? They got the game fucked up, and want my thing fucked up I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot The top notch nigga, Im fiendin for that spot Now peep game on what Six-Deuce told me... These niggas after yo paper, Dr. D-R-E And these punk-ass hoes is lookin for dough You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a nigga never know Oh, theyll be around, but when yo paper get low Just like Master P said, There they go, there they go Bitch niggas, uh-huh Attention all personnel: Stop schemin, and lookin hard Stop schemin, and, an–, and, an–an–, and, and lookin hard Bitch nigga, a bitch nigga Bitch nigga, hella bitch nigga Yous a bitch nigga, motherfucker bitch nigga A bitch nigga, a bitch nigga A bitch nigga I know yo type, so much bitch in you, if it was slightly darker Lights was little dimmer, my dick be stuck up in yo windpipe Hmm, youd rather blow me than fight, Im from the old school Like Romey Rome, homey, yo, you owe me the right To slap you, like the bitch that you are, been wantin to cap you Every since you was mad doggin me with that bitch in yo car Fool, Who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff Man, you shit on Hitt, get yo shit bust, plus Pistol-whipped, cover it up, use yo bitchs blush Mr. Powder Puff yo, bark aint loud enough, huh I know Chihuahuas thats mo rah-rah, ha ha I have to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths You dont want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me Doggy Dogg, Diggy Doctor plus me No yous a busta slash hussy, soft as a hush puppy Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimens A bitch nigga Stop schemin, and lookin hard Stop, stop, stop schemin, and lookin hard Stop, stop, ah, –op, –op, stop, sch–, sch–, schemin and lookin hard Stop, stop, ah, –op, –op, stop, sch–, sch–, schemin and lookin hard Stop schemin an–, an–, an–, an–, an–, and lookin hard Stop schemin, and lookin hard Stop sche–, schemin, and lookin hard Stop schemin, and, and, and stop schemin, and lookin hard

Fuck all that ho shit Fuck all you fuck boys Bitch, were real hustlers Get money... Its We The Best music, Bad Boy, Coke Boyz I got my gun on me, I tell my kids Ill never leave them lonely Fucking streets on me, death row Jamaicans, murder your family Fuck what happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight, Ive got my gun on me It was murder she wrote, your name in blood When the loves gone, your eyes diluted full of blood Six cars full of goons, six blocks heard the boom Dreadlocks, middle of June, head shots, get tombed Stone, ten shots, five gone, 9/11 dial tone You want it all, die alone A wars going on nobodys safe from Now were talking to the judge when your day come Like it was hard not to kill these niggas It was like a full-time job not to kill these niggas Eight figures, need the eight story mansion While Im strapped up two-stepping with the devil dancing Diluted with blood in my eyes Like a stillborn, niggas wont make it out alive, nigga I got my gun on me, I tell my kids Ill never leave them lonely Fucking streets on me, death row Jamaicans, murder your family Fuck what happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight, Ive got my gun on me Fuck it, Im ready to die tonight Put it on mom with that clip on my back and I loaded it twice Just a call away, my niggas is ready, no matter the price Playing with mine, you niggas could get it including your wife Isnt life a motherfucker? Since seventeen that pistols been my blood brother Sleeping with that lethal weapon, playing Danny Glover AK40, own a hundred if were talking numbers Riders fucking with mobsters Niggas want beef? Turn them to pasta Load up the clip, shoot up your master Bang bang, bless them father Passed beside him, rest aside a lake Thats swimming with snakes inside Look at my eyes, I hate disguises Knife or gun, I compromise it Oh Lord, Im a ride on my enemies If I die tonight, I bet them gangsters remember me Nigga, until then... I got my gun on me, I tell my kids Ill never leave them lonely Fucking streets on me, death row Jamaicans, murder your family Fuck what happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight, Ive got my gun on me From the depths of the sea, back to the block With a bitch on my dick and a bottle of Ciroc Tick tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, blood clot Dont test the lion cause youll get dropped on the spot Lick shot, drip drop over the soil Pots hot until it boils To this Crip shit, Im loyal Dip with us, ride with us, slide with us, sleep with us Sit with us, fuck with us, bad lil bitch’s better get with us She likes the French tip nails that I wear And how Im so pimped out with dreads in my hair, yeah You got truth, now the truth is to dare Blue bandana, its me and Montana At the Tropicana with Tanehsa, Alisha, Lakesha, Savannah Nicknames for my blammer I got my gun on me, I tell my kids Ill never leave them lonely Fucking streets on me, death row Jamaicans, murder your family Fuck what happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight, Ive got my gun on me The smell of blood in the bathroom Body layed out stiff full of stab wounds I told this nigga I was coming back Pussy must not have heard when I told him that Nigga, its eye for an eye A life for a life, a body for a price I want to smell his last breath took And look him in the eyes and make for sure he knows how death looks Because Im him, its in the air, I can feel it Shot him four times with the gun I was concealing Overkilling, it aint no coming back from it Then walked away with a demeanour like I just done it Something evil this ways coming For big face hundreds this bitch gets punished I got my gun on me, I tell my kids Ill never leave them lonely Fucking streets on me, death row Jamaicans, murder your family Fuck what happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight, Ive got my gun on me

Ive been trying to develop an alternative fuel from a mix of all natural substances But the mix was highly volatile until we found a catalyst To help stabilize the compound and supercharge the fuel Im sorry, what was this magical catalyst? Marijuana, motherfucker! Uh, ladies and gentlemen, players and playettes, teachers, staff, and students I am very honored to welcome you to the high school annual talent show Brought to you by the makers of Wiz Khalifa premium rolling papers And the qualified growers of Snoop Dogg master Kush So without further a due lets get this show on the road First contestant bring your talent to the foreground and let your smoke be the background Everytime I go out Im blowing that smoke out I buy it, dont even know the price I talk cause I live it, come pay me a visit And Ill be somewhere up in the sky My nigga its about to go down We fly, its no lie, that we high, til we die All we need up in heres hoes now Roll one up, clean the ride, case them hoes wanna jump inside Got a joint filled with quality shit My bottom bitch smoking with me, niggas talk shit All of em shrimp Im a big fish Roll a joint, lick it once, tell you hit this Groupies on my dick Several kushes on my hit-list In and out these niggas bitches Smoking tree and not to mention hustling, trying to mind my business You probably went to class while I was in the hallway skipping Yeah I hear what they saying, just be to high to listen Bout my money, tripping if I even fold it wrong You aint smoking this good If its fire, tell you I sold it all Or wait til one of my hoes come round to roll it all Or say fuck it and cuff it til I go smoke with Dogg I show off, I show off, I show off Car push to start, hit the button once it go off Keep the money coming in and the papers rolled up And aint worried about a hating nigga, they get no love Everytime I go out Im blowing that smoke out I buy it, dont even know the price I talk cause I live it, come pay me a visit And Ill be somewhere up in the sky My nigga its about to go down We fly, its no lie, that we high, til we die All we need up in heres hoes now Roll one up,clean the ride, case them hoes wanna jump inside I go green like I was Arch Bishop Don Juan And blow circles around you suckas like a marathon My gym teacher told me but I didnt listen My bitch did my homework and now Im in detention It should be suspension This is my audition So play your position, get the picture I envision Did she mention: Snoop Dogg was made for kissing A barracuda fishing, she on a mission for me Pleasure, pain, and glory in my inventory My SATs my little bitch she did em for me And now we prancing on stage at the talent show We flossing, my clothes, my chain, and my knapsack Full of that, hand me that, can you see my telescope Principal say she want to see me cause she smell my smoke Bout my money, tripping even if I fold it wrong Blowing zones with Wiz because this is the protocol Everytime I go out Im blowing that smoke out I buy it, dont even know the price I talk cause I live it, come pay me a visit And Ill be somewhere up in the sky My nigga its about to go down We fly, its no lie, that we high, til we die All we need up in heres hoes now Roll one up,clean the ride, case them hoes wanna jump inside

Baby you could be a movie star, hey Get yourself a medical card, yeah Cause thats how California rolls They do the fingers like Redd Foxx, hey You can make it on a light blue box, yeah Cause thats how California rolls, yeah Say when I pass you that weed and I ask you can you roll? You say roll, dont you know that Im from round here? Well girl I like the way you roll Even though you from the ghetto you belong in a home in the mountains Not talking bout the view Im talking bout me and you So if you wanna go to Melrose Lets hit Adidas, girl we got our own shell toes And then well go to Venice You roll so good you might as well let me hit it For like 15 minutes Girl, you never gon forget it And if you wanna go around town I could show you where all the real get it And if you wanna go downtown You might as well roll with a real nigga Im not talking bout them fools Im talking bout me and you Baby you could be a movie star, hey Get yourself a medical card, yeah Cause thats how California rolls They do the fingers like Redd Foxx, hey You can make it on a light blue box, yeah Cause thats how California rolls, yeah And when I hand you that weed and I ask if you can roll? You say no, let me show you around here Cowgirl wanna roll with a winner Rodeo with a winner, Rodeo loud yeah Aint got nothing to lose Im talking bout me and you And girl I got a home in that valley, in a rolls in that valley Just tell em what my name is You heard about me, you heard all about me Mean you heard all the hittas that Im with gangbanging But I aint talking bout the news Girl you know that Im talking bout you Let me show you all around I could show you where all the real get it And if you wanna go downtown You might as well roll with a real nigga Im not talking bout them fools Im talking bout me and you Baby you could be a movie star, hey Get yourself a medical card, yeah Cause thats how California rolls They do the fingers like Redd Foxx, hey You can make it on a light blue box, yeah Cause thats how California rolls, yeah

You, its you its all for you Everything I do, I tell you all the time Heaven is a place on earth with you Tell me all the things you wanna do I heard that you like the bad girls, Honey is that true? Made it lost it came back flipped it Always faded, lifted Hit that corner whipped it Hit the dealer, whipped it Always on it, mind your business Im always high, the sky aint the limit Ball like Melo, cars all tinted Chain black and yellow, Pittsburgh Steelers Sport it knocked it tossed it flipped it Took my flow and switched it, took my dough invested Your whole life is scripted All we do is party, drinkin, molly raggin, shawty raggin Money come retarted huh, press the button start it up Tryna be a dope boy ridin with a coke boy Strap with the low boy 50 for a show boy Niggas made it rain I made I it snow boy Started with a dollar and a hope boy Now a nigga hot got millions in the bank Crib on the water spend a milly on the tank Montana piece look silly on the link Montana and Wiz spend millys on the dank You, its you its all for you Everything I do, I tell you all the time Heaven is a place on earth with you Tell me all the things you wanna do I heard that you like the bad girls, Honey is that true? Smoking weed in my expensive car Im ridin high Im flyin high Told you niggas say the shit you want So dont even take the chance or try to try my guy Designer sayin supplies gettin low Weed man say its kinda dry Potty mouth, rockstar, at the top and still tryna climb Drop the top sit back recline Hundred-K thats just the ride Fifty-K thats just the change Thirty-K thats just the time Tour came thats just in time Thats more racks, thats more racks Private plane you know thats flyin Im boardin that Im boardin that Rollin up smoke roy ridin with the coke boy Smoking on strong pack hit it once choke boy When Im on the road bottles like dope boy When the police come, I dont really know boy Half a pound in seven days thats smokin If you aint bout your family or getting bread you jokin You, its you its all for you Everything I do, I tell you all the time Heaven is a place on earth with you Tell me all the things you wanna do I heard that you like the bad girls, Honey is that true? Pick up the pace, turn up the bass Im singing this right in your face I made the call forgive me Cause I did this all for you So whether you do or whether you dont This gon bang and this gon bump Hit your J or split your blunt DPG then we turned up Blue bandana, French Montana All around the world first class VIP, bubble bath Touchdown, two points Wide reciever Khalifa bless me with two joints They told big dick Dogg, he gotta get up on this hit dog Turn it up let me hear the beat for a second Have a few puffs then I breathe on the record Then we go like merri-go, round and round This right here is for the underground I wonder how, I break it down for you You, its you its all for you Everything I do, I tell you all the time Heaven is a place on earth with you Tell me all the things you wanna do I heard that you like the bad girls, Honey is that true?

Have a little party at my crib And all the weed is rolled thats how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke Dont even gotta ask, you already know, we bout to go Have a little party at my crib And all the weed is rolled thats how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke Dont even gotta ask, you already know, we bout to go Young nigga thats more famous than these older niggas Young nigga got my game up from these older niggas Motherfuckas hear my name, I say I told you nigga I was taught to count my paper fore I fold it nigga Now look at my chains, all them things frozen nigga Rolling up my Mary Jane before I smoke it wit ya Hit this J, I bet this be a day you dont remember Looking at the top and I dont see not one contender Cooking out the pot, I like my weed for lunch and dinner Got some cookies in the jar, OG in the blender You paying for quantity, but quality is what you spend for If theres a marijuana-ology, Ill be your mentor And all the bombest chronic leaf is what you in for So give your parents my apology for me again or Get high like we Cheech and Chong We gon eat some brownies, we gon smoke, we gon need some bongs Roll up so we can all... Have a little party at my crib And all the weed is rolled thats how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke Dont even gotta ask, you already know, we bout to go Have a little party at my crib And all the weed is rolled thats how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke Dont even gotta ask, you already know, we bout to go Killer Cali is what we blow OG nigga from way down low Known for banging the blue C rag Started off smoking nothing but Zags Popping Ps, chopping trees 501s, Wallabees All yall invited, ignite it, light it, now follow me Laid out, plush couch, flat screen television Table full of vegetation so you just might smell nigga Thats what it is, thats what its gon be East Side Long Beach where Im from Bring your girls, all yall come Give me some, now give her some Its big Mac, I love to have fun You are, you are the one If you get it or do it, then itll be just like 2 on 1 Break it down, lay it down Baby work that body like At the pad, acting bad Baby what that party like? Moving so schizophrenic Baby pull down your panties Let the Doggy Dog ram it I cram it, understand it Back room thats my bedroom Mac go right up in it Close the door, smoke, oh fasho Im bout to slide up in it Smoke something Have a little party at my crib And all the weed is rolled thats how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke Dont even gotta ask, you already know, we bout to go Have a little party at my crib And all the weed is rolled thats how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke Dont even gotta ask, you already know, we bout to go Having money and blowing hella chronic Smoke Im stunting Cutlass on them chrome spokes with the engine running Sounding like a dinosaur empty stomach rumbling Your bitch at the window cause she know Im coming She tell you that she bout to go jogging and on the corner She jump in, take her to the honeycomb Stuffing kush in Raw cones, playing Megaman 3 Your Wonderwoman giving dome out Miami Said she never leave me lone, She wan have a family She just high, tomorrow night, shell be titties out, dancing Trying to leave with the next nigga in a Aston So why get caught up Im too swift up on my toes to have my name brought up In sewing circles with them hoes I rather be a straight G rolling up a whole O-Z of that OG have them KOed Have a little party at my crib And all the weed is rolled thats how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke Dont even gotta ask, you already know, we bout to go Have a little party at my crib And all the weed is rolled thats how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke Dont even gotta ask, you already know, we bout to go

Gully God Snoop Dogg Haha, anyway, ah! Come on, Gully Put your lighters up Get high with me, fly with me Ain’t no dividing us East Side, West Side North Side, South Side unify Come on and ride with us Put your lighters up Get high with me, fly with me Ain’t no dividing us East Side, West Side North Side, South Side unified, ah Were keep a peace dance pon the scene East Side and the West Side come in Yard man in a the place you know we ever clean High Grade flow through we blood stream The youths them out, the girls them out, we love the chemistry We making money fuck the guns we no want no enemy Come make we do this till a morning until it touch dawning Link up with me, all enemies Put your lighters up Get high with me, fly with me Ain’t no dividing us East Side, West Side North Side, South Side unify Come on and ride with us Put your lighters up Get high with me, fly with me Ain’t no dividing us East Side, West Side North Side, South Side unified, ah Ay! Ain’t no dividing us we choose the destiny And we don’t need no negative to get the best of me yeah Love and unity alone can get to me or if a girl need me So if you know a lot of love we spray put your light up Feel a better day if you try and get a brighter love Ghetto youths stop the war make no shots no buzz Pass a bag don’t make them boss turn up, yea Put your lighters up Get high with me, fly with me Ain’t no dividing us East Side, West Side North Side, South Side unify Come on and ride with us Put your lighters up Get high with me, fly with me Ain’t no dividing us East Side, West Side North Side, South Side unified, ah Together, make the cheddar Show love to one another Every man fit live like brother Unity is the strength fi we make it better Help a brother up the ladder Loving every country and island Snoop Dogg and Popcaan dem done get the vision So we all can live inna one Burn division! Go spread the news pon the television Put up your lighter and wave your hands So... Put your lighters up Get high with me, fly with me Ain’t no dividing us East Side, West Side North Side, South Side unify Come on and ride with us Put your lighters up Get high with me, fly with me Ain’t no dividing us East Side, West Side North Side, South Side unified, ah This one is about unity you know Gully God Snoop Dogg

French inhale I like the way you french inhale Do it again French inhale I like the way you french inhale Do it again Uhh, you aint gotta sell it, cause its already sold And you aint gotta roll one cause its already rolled Check out my technique, jus weed, let it flow Shit, Ive been smokin since I was 14 years old I had a dime that never smoked blunts, just bowls Taught me how to blow Os, inhale through my nose So if you see me smokin dont blow my high Uhhh, so I roll one and we both gon fly You smell it all in my clothes Im takin in all the smoke when I... French inhale I like the way you french inhale Do it again French inhale I like the way you french inhale Do it again I take it to the face, inhale it through my nose Blowin with the homies on the low, man fuck these hoes And crack-a-lac, pin it back What you call a mack who crack a mad bitch like that? A cracker jack Im like a florist, tourin like a tourist Godzilla flyin on a pegasorous Niggas know about it, even fore I pull it out I put some fire on it, n now they beggin me to put it out Im in the hallway, rollin on the purple psyche I know the ins and outs so Imma do what the fuck I like French inhale I like the way you french inhale Do it again French inhale I like the way you french inhale Do it again

Bomb ass pussy Ma, ooh you got that bomb, know you got it Ma, ooh you got some bomb ass pussy Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! Me and my peeps thought youd bring over your friends Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! Me and my peeps thought youd bring over your friends Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin Peeps call me up said its a ho-tel party Just bring the liquor, theres already eight shawties Im on my way, let me stop by the store Get a 12-pack of Coronas - plus an ounce of dro, ya know? Now Im on Highway 270 to Natural Bridge Rd Im already blowed, hit third Imma be be blowed some mo Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning Valet looking like he in the game and must be winning To room 490 Im headed, on my way up Its three girls on the elevator like: wassup? I told em: follow me. they knew I had it cracking B One said aint you that boy that be on BET? Ya thats me, Ching-a-ling equipped with much ding-a-ling Knock on the door, Im on the scene of things Busted in, Henny bottle to the face Fuck it then, feel like my head is toxic waste Its some pretty girls in hurr, I heard em whispering Talking bout thats that dude that sing Right Thurr - he glistening I aint come to talk, I aint come to sit What I came for was to find out who Im gonna hit, aww shit Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! Me and my peeps thought youd bring over your friends Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! Me and my peeps thought youd bring over your friends Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin Ma showed up like whats the hold up? Man know what, get them wraps and roll up I took a chick in the bathroom seeing whats poppin You know whats on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping Niggas knocking on the door drunk, acting silly The girl said can I be in yo video Im like yeah!, oh really? Now she naked strip teasing, me Im just cheesing She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen Handled that, told ol G, bring tha camera Then I thought about, no footage as I ram her Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still wilding Sharing the next room with some girls looking like they from an island Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! Me and my peeps thought youd bring over your friends Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! Me and my peeps thought youd bring over your friends Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on your nipples Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little, make ya mammary glands jiggle Got em under control, with a bowl of Tender Vittles Doc-tor giggles, I cant stop until it tickles Just play a little D and Ill make ya mouth dribble Bits and Kibbles, got em all after the pickle I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not Wiffle Hit em in triples, with no strikes, stripes, or whistles I aint felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle Sippin some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels For shizzle dizzle, Im on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, with a ghetto tempo I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again My eyes chinky, Im with Chingy, at the Holiday Inn Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! Me and my peeps thought youd bring over your friends Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin Nothing chilling at the Holiday Inn! Me and my peeps thought youd bring over your friends Feel on each other and sip on some Hen One thing leading to another let the party begin Yeah, let the party begin, bitch Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends Meet me at the Holiday Inn Bring a gang of that Hen, some VSOP Ooh wee! And light that sticky-icky And we gone do the damn thing Now what Im talking bout We gonna disturb the peace right now Yeah we aint doing nothing but chillin We chillin and nuttin Know what Im talking bout, so push the button You know whats happenin, fa shizzle Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin You cant out run the pimpin bitch, I done told you

Yeah, time to bring your ass to the table, y’all It’s X to the Z, Xzibit, yeah Snoop double D, uh, OG What Bringin it live, Dr. Dre, what Throwin up a big ass W Coverin up the world, right Yeah, ha Listen, look You aint tryna hot box with me, I swig hard liquor Goin down by the second round, all hail the underground How that sound? Xzibit backin down from a conflict Fuck the nonsense! Terrorist, here to bomb shit Glass and metal in every direction Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson Im the reason theres no time to reach for that weapon And reason why niggas with problems keep on steppin Xzibit ready to scrap like Mike Tyson with his license back 9 to 5 minimum wage? What type of life is that? For me? Its blasphemy, you fuckin around With the Sundance Kid and Butch Cassidy You had the audacity to wanna tangle with the X Strangle your neck, slap you like the opposite sex Drunk drivin, tryna stack my loot While other rappers gettin Treated Like a Prostitute So check the SoundScan All I wanna be was a G, ha! My whole life, nigga please, ha! Breakin off these motherfuckin keys, ha! Lets get these motherfuckin Gs, ha! Nigga, you dont wanna fuck with this Hmm, oh no, big Snoop Dogg Back up in the heezy, baby You jockin my style? You so crazy Dre say, aint No Limit to this As long as we drop gangsta shit Look here bitch, you fine and I dig your style Come fuck with a nigga and do it doggy style Ill be gentle, sentimental Shit, we fucked in the rental Lincoln Continental Coast-to-coast, L.A. to Chicago I get this pussy everywhere that I go Ask the bitches in your hood cause they know I get this pussy everywhere that I go Ask the bitches in your hood cause they know Bitch please! Get down on your god damn knees For this money, chronic, clothes and weed Look, you fuckin with some real O.Gs, bitch please Bitch please, get down on your motherfuckin knees We came to get the motherfuckin cheese Yeah, you fuckin wit some real OGs, you dick tease Bitch, please! Now what you need to do is Hem my coat, and roll me some dope Different strokes for different folks Oh, you like settin niggas up and gettin them locs? A cute lil bitch with a whole lotta heart Shit gets thick when the light gets dark She say she got a lick for me Worth about 200 Gs and 30 kis! Now check this out, Dre: now, if I dont move Then a nigga like me, shit, I dont lose But you know me, Dogg, Im movin! Aint nothing to it but to get to groovin Youve been waitin on a nigga like me To take that chance and rob your man and beat up the pussy A victim of the circumstance Thats the devil, they always wanna dance See we go out with a bang Im tryin to work this cold thang And take this whole thang I get the money everywhere that I go I bust a bitch and take her money fo sho I get the money everywhere that I go I bust a bitch and take her money fo sho Ayo, ayo, ayo You dont wanna step to me Still claiming D.P.G. til the day I D-I-E Ayo, ayo, ayo You dont wanna step to me Still claiming D.P.G. til the day I D-I-E Ayo, ayo, ayo You dont wanna step to me Still claiming D.P.G. til the day I D-I-E Ayo, ayo, ayo You dont wanna step to me Still claiming D.P.G. til the day I D-I-E

She bout to go in She likes that low end Damn her ass is so big Just keep it bumpin Peaches N Cream Uh oh there she go Thats that look all on her face Shorty dancing like she knows Shes the baddest in the place I wanna get with you So what you wanna do? Got her Freak-Um dress on Them New Bs on her feet And them bottles with the sparkles So the other girls can see that shes paid I wanna get with you So what you wanna do? She too fly for words And where Im at now Im too high for birds Shorty, what you think about my return Cuz what he think about it aint my concern I aint come for you, I came for your Missus I dont do it for the haters, I do it for the players Well okay, I do it for the riches But in the meantime and in-between time Shorty right there gon get it if she with it If she aint, then I know her partner down Cuz her partner throwing shots every time I turn around And her partner bringing partners every time I come to town Im a G6er, a Maybacher You can tell the chauffeur he can park it right there And Ima walk up to the club upstairs And when I come down he can bring it back, word She bout to go in She likes that low end Damn her ass is so big Just keep it bumpin Peaches N Cream Uh oh there she go Thats that look all on her face Shorty dancing like she knows Shes the baddest in the place I wanna get with you So what you wanna do? Got her Freak-Um dress on Them New Bs on her feet And them bottles with the sparkles So the other girls can see that shes paid I wanna get with you So what you wanna do? I came to cut right now Bigg Snoop Dogg and I came to get down Yes, Im internationally known Libra lovin make you moan and groan Burn my gas like race cars Two bad broads with the bass on I never met a girl that Id wait for I seal my deal like Jay does All that and then some Pimp real for real when I win some I remember what youre thinking Black shades on, drinking while youre blinking Something fly, white limousine Make a clean getaway I loved your clothes, what you about The way you let it out She bout to go in She likes that low end Damn her ass is so big Just keep it bumpin Peaches N Cream Uh oh there she go Thats that look all on her face Shorty dancing like she knows Shes the baddest in the place I wanna get with you So what you wanna do? Got her Freak-Um dress on Them New Bs on her feet And them bottles with the sparkles So the other girls can see that shes paid I wanna get with you So what you wanna do? Everybody in the world Fill your body with the smoke She bout to go in She likes that low end Damn her ass is so big Just keep it bumpin Peaches N Cream Uh oh there she go Thats that look all on her face Shorty dancing like she knows Shes the baddest in the place I wanna get with you So what you wanna do? Got her Freak-Um dress

Man, fuck them niggas, haha Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause I ride for my niggas I die for my niggas , fuck them other niggas, nigga Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause I ride for my niggas I die for my niggas , man, fuck them other niggas Bitch, Im down with No Limit, Ill ride for the cause Im the nigga on the tank with the big fucking balls And if anybody fuck with Snoop Doggy Dogg Ima make these niggas put his name on the wall And everywhere I go, I got Mr. Magic here Because I know that nigga dont care Hell have that red shit pouring out your hair Nigga any-fucking-time, nigga any-fucking-where Make em bleed is the motto that I live by If you fuck with me, its a must, you die Them niggas might go run, but them niggas cant hide Its like shooting yourself, its a suicide KLC rock the beat, hitting hard like Burt Niggas in the Nolia know him as Big Hurt Just like Soulja Slim, hell put you in the dirt And have your picture on front of a T-shirt And when I make moves, I got a hundred niggas with me Just in case a nigga out there trying to get me All my niggas is down to squeeze the trigger Thats why Im down for my motherfucking niggas Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause I ride for my niggas I die for my niggas , fuck them other niggas, nigga Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause I ride for my niggas I die for my niggas , man, fuck them other niggas What, you aint heard, boy? I ride with these niggas I die with these niggas Did a drive by with my .45 cause Im down with these niggas Snoop Dogg and Bossalinie Dont shoot, nah, nigga, just call me when you need me Believe me, I never bite the hand that feed me Just point them niggas out And Ill leave em all on the street bleeding Bitch, you fucking with a grown man How I be done waxed you in your house And then buried you on your own land See, the cops is scared to come and get me But I dont blame em cause they know I got a bunch of dog niggas with me Looking for trouble, starting shit Im riding solo, and Im busting and getting rid of your clique See you boys aint about beefing When you fucking with niggas Thatll definitely get you eternal sleep But if you didnt get the fucking picture, gunshots Bitch, Im down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause I ride for my niggas I die for my niggas , fuck them other niggas, nigga Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause I ride for my niggas I die for my niggas , man, fuck them other niggas What niggas? Them niggas? Yeah, dawg, you with it? Fuck em, lets get em, do em, I did em We getting nutty in this motherfucker I got my buddy in this motherfucker Leave a nigga bloody in this motherfucker We in the cutty motherfucker, you done done too much You got it coming, motherfucker Some of these niggas is bitches too And some of these niggas look just like you Well, where Im from, we like to ride on foes Do it from the shoulders or do it from the toes I do my dirt all by my lonely C-Murder and Magic, hell yeah, they my motherfucking homies So when shit get thick and foggy And niggas wanna act like they wanna get with Snoop Doggy Lemme let you niggas know Shit, fuck what you going through and fuck what you stand for Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause I ride for my niggas I die for my niggas , fuck them other niggas, nigga Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause I ride for my niggas I die for my niggas , man, fuck them other niggas

EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY! MOSES! VS! SANTA CLAUS! BEGIN! : Sweet robes, Obi-wan-too many days in the sun Stop preachin homie, teach your flock to covet some fun! I bring joy every year, man I represent cheer, You represent sandals and a scraggly beard Im from the North Pole, thats why my rhymes are so cold! I spit diamonds but Im serving up some fresh coal Youve been a naughty boy, you brought a plague of frogs Youd best arrest yourself, you broke your own law Or was there something in Rule Six I didnt understand? My list says killed Egyptian dude, buried him in sand I read your book, you got a strict religion No bacon, but mandatory circumcision? Im a jolly bowl of jelly, giving holiday presents But all the chosen people ever get for Christmas is jealous! : When I was high up on the mountain God revealed the truths of the Earth But he never mentioned a fat-ass Papa Smurf It takes 9 reindeers to haul your fat-ass You took the Christ out of Christmas and just added more mass You need to stop breakin into houses and creepin and peepin On naughty kids while they sleepin and keep yo hands off my stockin Dont you Ho Ho me! Ill split yo ass in half, like I did the Red Sea You aint a saint you a slaver, like a pharaoh in the snow Stop with the unpaid labor, and let my little people go! : We aint slaves! All that sand turned your brain to mush! I think you need to stop smokin all that burnin bush Yeah, were magical workers, man! We hang with reindeers Yo! Heres a GPS! Who gets lost for forty years!? Youre a glorified secretary, so write this down Begat deez nuts! Santa Claus is comin to town : So much drama in the Israe-L B.C., Its kinda hard talkin directly to the G-O-single-D Hand me my chisel, I got a new commandizzle, for yall Thou shalt not let your children sit on a grown mans lap at the mall. Ill beat you ten times before the bread can rise, you dummy And walk off to the land of my milk and honies. WHO WON? WHOS NEXT? YOU DECIDE! EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!

From close range we official Cocaine, money and pistols Goddammit I got issues Cant be serious Where my city at? Fuck with me, come on I know youre feelin that Fuck with me, come on You know Im really that Fuck with me, come on Come on, come on Dont even act like I aint bout my business Mothafucka come on! Come on, come on Full clip, ammunition You dont wanna deal with these fuckin consequences Fuckboys should tighten up a whole lot I got some niggas with me down for runnin up in your spot And these niggas got hatchets and ratchets Some of them lethals up under the mattress And matter of fact this is a chance to show my lifestyle out to the masses But chances are I might get another negative reaction Think Im a fraction, but I fucks em up like battery acid I gives a fuck what you think, nigga? This is my passion Survive through the time, you know my name, you know my reputation You know what it is, I dont need to give no explanation When you say my fuckin name, add exclamation Los Angeles king now, make your bitch bring crowns To me and Dre, you dont like it, you can lay Think Im quiet cause Im actin, but my bank account gon say Fuck you! Respected from SoCal out to the Bay Cashed a lot of checks this mornin, guess today was a good day Now I lay me down And wake up to gunshots in this crazy town Good mornin And the sleepers will join the fallen But this is what the fuck is up, doin this for my city Comp-town, Hub, this my fuckin committee Shout out to Dub C, real nigga be with me C-Walkin on these niggas with a crease in them Dickies You know how many nights I heard them sparks echo in the park? Around this time I was spinnin records at Eve After Dark My city crazy, school girls used to play with that chalk Same chalk police used to outline niggas we lost You understand what Im sayin? Shit is crazy, man Fuck the money, yo this shit could never change me, man These new niggas in this bitch could never phase me, man I know its strange but on some real shit its plain as day I’m just havin some fuckin fun with this rap shit Nigga with an attitude, still gettin active Man this industry to me, it feels a little plastic I aint heard nothin that I can consider classic, ugh But this is for my niggas who been runnin with me And everybody in this bitch thats out there gunnin for me And I got love for my people that stay one hundred with me Ima keep it A1, been that way since day one Now I lay me down And wake up to gunshots in this crazy town Good mornin And the sleepersll join the fallen So I lay me down And wake up to gunshots in this crazy town Good mornin Drama make the city happy All I think about is makin classics Tragic classics for the masses This how you make a motherfuckin classic This is where I leave you Carry you In the city of Compton This is where I leave you Carry you Down the Pacific Coast This is where I leave you And all your issues

Boys and girls, wanna hear a true story? Saturday night I was at this real wild party They had the liquor overflowing the cup About five or six strippers tryna work for a buck And I took one girl outside with me Her name was Lonni, she went to junior high with me I said, Why you up in there dancin for cash? I guess a whole a lots changed since I seen you last. She said What would you do if your son was at home Crying all alone on the bedroom floor Cause hes hungry? And the only way to feed him is to Sleep with a man for a little bit of money And his daddys gone Somewhere smokin rock now, in and out of lockdown I aint got a job now So for you this is just a good time, but for me this is what I call life Mmm Girl, you aint the only one with a baby Thats no excuse to be livin all crazy Then she looked me right square in the eye And said every day I wake up hopin to die She said, , I know about pain cause Me and my sister ran away so my daddy couldnt rape us Before I was a teenager I done been through more that you cant even relate to What would you do if your son was at home Crying all alone on the bedroom floor Cause hes hungry? And the only way to feed him is to Sleep with a man for a little bit of money And his daddys gone Somewhere smokin rock now, in and out of lockdown I aint got a job now So for you this is just a good time, but for me this is what I call life Mmm Yo, wait, hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, stop the record, yo Stop the record You should you aint gonna be going out Like this man Hold up! Get up on my feet and let go of every excuse Cause I wouldnt want my baby to go through what I went through Get up on my feet and stop making tired excuses Girl, I know if my mother can do it, baby, you can do it What would you do if your son was at home Crying all alone on the bedroom floor Cause hes hungry? And the only way to feed him is to Sleep with a man for a little bit of money And his daddys gone Somewhere smokin rock now, in and out of lockdown I aint got a job now So for you this is just a good time, but for me this is what I call life Mmm What would you do if your son was at home Crying all alone on the bedroom floor Cause hes hungry? And the only way to feed him is to Sleep with a man for a little bit of money And his daddys gone Somewhere smokin rock now, in and out of lockdown I aint got a job now So for you this is just a good time, but for me this is what I call life Come on What would you do if your son was at home Crying all alone on the bedroom floor Cause hes hungry? And the only way to feed him is to Sleep with a man for a little bit of money And his daddys gone Somewhere smokin rock now, in and out of lockdown I aint got a job now So for you this is just a good time, but for me this is what I call life Mmm

Da-da-da-da-da Its the one and only D-oh-double-G Da-da-da-da-da You know Im mobbin with the D-R-E Da-da-da-da-da Its the one and only D-oh-double-G Da-da-da-da-da You know Im mobbin with the D-R-E Da-da-da-da-da Its the one and only D-oh-double-G Da-da-da-da-da You know Im mobbin with the D-R-E Da-da-da-da-da Its the one and only D-oh-double-G Da-da-da-da-da You know Im mobbin with the D-R-E Smoke weed every day Smoke weed every day Smoke weed every day Smoke weed every day D-oh-double-G Da-da-da-da-da You know Im mobbin with the D-R-E Yeah, yeah, yeah You know the west coast is back for all you suckers So put somethin in the air! Put it in the air! Sup Snoop? Top Dogg, buy them all, yeah, Im burnin it up D-P-G-C, you should be turnin it up CPT, LBC, yeah, we hookin back up And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up Cause, homies, thug homies, yeah, they givin it up Low life, your life, boy, we livin it up Take a chance thats why we dancin in the party fo sure Slip my girl a forty-four and she crept in it back do Chick is lookin at me strange, but you know I dont care Step up in– D-oh-double-G Da-da-da-da-da You know Im mobbin with the D-oh-double-G Da-da-da-da-da You know Im mobbin with the D-R-E Yeah, yeah, yeah You know the west coast is back for all you suckers So whats happenin in here? Smoke weed every day Smoke weed every day Smoke weed every day Smoke weed every day Da-da-da-da-da Its the one and only D-R-E Da-da-da-da-da You know Im mobbin with the D-oh-double-G Straight off the killer streets of CPT King of the beats, you ride to em in your fleet wood Or Coupe DeVille rollin on dubs How you feel? Whoopty-whoop, what? Dre and Snoop gettin in the Lac With Doc in the back, sippin on gnac Clippin on the strap, dippin through hoods Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood South Central out to the Westside Its California love, this California bud got your boy a of pub Im on one, I might bail up in the Century Club With my jeans on and my teams strong Get my drink on and my smoke on Then go home with somethin to poke on Loc, its on for the two-triple-oh Comin real, its the next episode

Six million ways to die, choose one Its time to escape, but I dont know where the fuck Im headed Up or down, right or left, life or death I see myself in a mist of smoke Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke We hit a five dollar stick, now we putting in work Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggas Anybody killer, you know what the deal is Nigga, you know what the real is I see some mark brand niggas on the corner flaggin me down Sayin, Yo Daz, whats up with the Pound? Is that nigga Snoop alright? Aiyo whats up with the crew? Is them niggas in jail, or are them niggas through? I said, If you aint up on thangs Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pounds the game Its like this they dont understand Its an everyday thang, to gangbang Make that twist, dont be a bitch, let these niggas know Whats up witchu? I represent the Pound and Death Row And cant no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach And Compton and Watts see D-O-Gs Now, you cant come and you cant run, and you cant See long to the G of the gang One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest Put two slugs dead in your chest Now you dead then a motherfucker creeping and sleeping 6 feet deep in, fucking with the Pound is Suicide, its a suicide Suicide, its a suicide Suicide, its a suicide Suicide, its a suicide The cloud becomes black and the sky becomes blue Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew Aint no clue on why the fuck we do what we do Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh Dont make a move for your gat so soon Cause I drops bombs like Platoon Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you Ill take you on a journey, and I promise I wont leave you I wont leave you until you get the full comprehension And when you do, thats when the mission Or survival becomes your every thought Keep your eyes open cause you dont wanna be caught Half stepping with your weapon on safety Now break yourself motherfucker fore you make me Take this 211 to another level I come up with your ends, you go down with the Devil Now roam through the depths of Hell Where the rest your busta-ass homeboys dwell, well Suicide, its a suicide Suicide, its a suicide Suicide, its a suicide Now tell me, whats my motherfuckin name? Serial killa! Serial killa! Serial killa! Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta Now picture this Lets picnic inside a morgue Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets! And I got the machine to crack your fuckin chest plates Open and release them guts Then I release def cuts Brutal, jagged edged, totally rough-neck! Now everybody scream, nough respect to the X Nough respect given Disrespect and you will not be living Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma Suicide, its a suicide Suicide, its a suicide Suicide, its a suicide Now tell me, whats my motherfuckin name? Serial killa! Serial killa! Serial killa!

Uh-huh, Jones Dipset, Byrdgang, bitch! Ha, you know what it is When you see me two twelvin you, homie You fuck niggas keep triple ninin Have some integrity, bitch Fore it get tech-mangy out here, smell me? Peace Blood, peace Almighty We all thugs and we run the streets nightly And get my lawyer; why? Cause I aint coppin out And I fuck with B-boys that bring them choppers out One shot of thatll have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin, foreign toys what we hoppin out My fair Eastside, where we ride And we all fly high in the Lear G5s So twist your fingers up and bang, motherfucker, bang! Get your money up, this caine is what we fuckin slang And Nine-Trey is what I fuckin claim Its Dipset Capo, the don of the Byrdgang They call me D-O-dub, wasnt really trippin, cuz Twenty-one, twenty Crips and all of us is Crippin, cuz We from a different street, all got that different heat But when we move the Macs When Game come, we on the same beat So if you fuck with Blood, then you fuck with us And we aint bustin duds, cause we bustin slugs Be sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up And if you from the West Coast, my nigga, W-W-W-W-West up! Game got at me about the remix, its a honor, my nigga I made rap one blood, Nasir signin with Jigga I got rappers gettin mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryin to clap at me I got these corny wannabe diss song kings on the radio Talk about how they gon spray and take me away But Im the true living legend, Im not to be questioned Have your whole hood holla shit about my progression YEAH! You knowin my attitude shitty only a buck fifty So I keep the Smittys with me—shit, how many getting it? Im prepared in the mall and all With two-twos, you can call me Quick Draw McGraw You try me, Ima cut that fool, better call the law I start sprayin, make fuck niggas fall and crawl I press play like Puff, no pause at all Choppin holes in all the walls, thats all they saw, hey! Hip-hop aint dead, it just took a couple shots I bring it back to life, give it a couple shocks The king comin, no, Im not Jay-Z Too many niggas hate me, but they scared to face me This aint a movie, dawg not Waist Deep Im not a actor but Ill show your bitch big meat She givin one blood, one love, on dubs A hundred forty thousand the first week, ugh! Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix All these niggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces Til them niggas lyin still up in stiff cases With the Styrofoam and embalmin fluid I been gone too long, and Im dying to lose it Somebody go and get this nigga a pine box And I aint just talkin bout a measly nine shots Yeah Im chopper-happy and my wrist loose Call me Goldie, Ill smack a bitch too 504 gangsta, New Orleans soldier Bangin underwater, fuck around and soak ya Louisiana gunner, Im bout my holster And if you gettin greasy, Im an ulcer Im bickin back, bein bool, on the Eastside Of New Orleans where the Bloods at the B-hive Aint nothin sweet unless its Presidential Cause that is where I sleep, now give me my key New York, get the blood money , still sweet We the Black Wall Street by the swap meet with heat Def Jam, they gon flop him And Reggaeton aint hot in the building no more Its OKAY! I get it poppin Back to the forest trees for deep, these little mes Who took believers a opportunity to breathe And you aint gotta go overseas to see Iraq shit You can come to LeFrak, Queens and get jacked quick One blood, we used to the spillin Came from the hood so we used to the killin Used to the black males makin crack sales in the building How else you get the Benz with the suede on the ceiling? Blood in, Blood out, me and homie back-to-back Boatload of work and we about to pitch a shut out Im New Yorks king, Im New Yorks hardest nigga Anything in betweens a motherfuckin target, nigga D-B-L-O-C-K, he spray The hawkll find a nice home right where your cheeks stay We got a mean team, hip-hops dream team Them boys is only in the projects on green screen Yeah, no security, Ill put you on the respirator Im the bomb; Im the motherfuckin detonator One dutch, one bud, one burner, one slug Want a couple casualties, but well settle for just... All I say at most Shooters waitin on the word, Just say it, Los! I let these niggas live , I told em pull the plug Have them goons pullin gloves, leave the room full of slugs Catch me traffickin on maroon-colored dubs Couple Africans with balloons full of drugs If they like me, tell em line up While I sit behind ten and point em out like a line-up Mic check, one two, one two Im strapped, you strapped, lets play two-on-two Youre eyein us in the iron bus Leak you, two liters of red juice: Hawaiian Punch So what you boys gon do to me? Im born street, your lifes sweet: MTVs Laguna Beach Mama told me not to play with fire But she never told me I would grow to be a lighter One love to the gangs , but Im in the things Save the colors for the cars, see, we kill for the fame The boss made it, yeah, we floss flagrant Shame how I lost your life savings up in Las Vegas Im a heavy better, Im a heavy seller Keep white in the office, call it Jerry Heller Lettin off a hundred rounds , let the barrel pick And we gon sit here and wait for the Darryl case Chi got Lords and Gangsters, show me where them niggas at Chi got Two Sixes and Kings, show me where them killas at Chi got them ballers and hustlers, show me where them figures at Game, where them triggers at? Aim at them fitted caps He got the clips, I got the scope, lets get them choppas, nigga! He got the kush, I got the dope, lets get it poppin, nigga! Hurt him in that cherry six-four, shit, aint no stoppin, nigga Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet When I put him in the cemetery then I gotta holla out Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix What up, Cuz? Yeah, rollin with two grips Glock holdin on the hip, rollin with two clips Got two tiny locos ready to take trips Shake and make trips, high stakes to take grips But they know whats crackin, cuz, cause as we huddle They hold cards down, nigga, like spades and pinochle West Coast gangbang, riders erasin em Got funny niggas raisin up and riders replacin em, cuz Draped in blue, notorious gangsta crew R.I.P. for niggas who dont stay true Deep down in the crevices , see, them checks better win Dwellin in the land of the gangbang profession Im legendary, yes, yes, a West Coaster Throwin up two Cs with two guns in my holster Im from Long Beach City, a Crip next to Compton Down with my nigga, Game, if you niggas want problems From the streets to the suites, anywhere, we can meet Del Amo to Compton, Slauson Swap Meet Worldwide , get swept away by the tide YGs and BGs, OGs, its time to ride! Who the riders shooting through the gutter lane? Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes From the Westside, strivin to dead em Where them killers throw that third letter up Like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin blueberry green Cadillac on blue Ds and a blue tee Money thick as blue cheese, chuckin up the dub What the West be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood? The Bay Area, fuckers, we pop em Open you up if you got a problem Up top, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice, its either Hell or its Heaven Get your chest laid out with the FN-57 This aint nothin to do with nobody In the Yay, there aint nothin to do but catch bodies Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Im comin straight up outta P-A-T like Compton in all black But when we say What it do?, they never say, Holla back! Bun Beeda, Im OG, like 95 Air Max Neon green outta Flight Club off of Fairfax Ask the Hundreds, its doable, I done done it At the summit of rap, and Im watchin you haters plummet Run to it or run from it, to Bun, it dont differ Wipe the streets with ya like you a Swiffer as a gift One blood Im the realest youngsta thats breathin And I dont gotta give a reason Chamillionaire a millionaire, yall competin to be competin My purpose is to get the cheese And thats a purpose that youre defeatin So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet til Im finished eatin My label tells me Im greedy, hoggin all the room on your TV Like Eric, they think its Eazy but it isnt easy, believe me Need to make a room in B.E.Television if you wanna be me Game said he made room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me, G Its one blood if you Blood or Cuz From that number one Thug, its still one love I rep my blue boy team, but I do it for green I do it for my Folks, Vice Lords and Kings All the trappers, future rappers, standin out on the blocks Tryna get up out the hood, man, and stack up a knot Put your sets in the air, scream, Fuck the cops! We gon rep for the hood, man, like it or not My feed mashable, murders are catastrophical Cars is improbable, Im overcomin obstacles Trappin, I made it logical , my topic is impossible I got a partner named Shoe Strang cause shorty real crossable Shark meat to Pappadeaux, cars be tropical All guns choppable, all blocks are mobbable Im unstoppable, my Calico is toxable Lyrically diabolical, kushin is now cigarable Redrum, redrum, such power in the tongue Never in the wildest, wasnt talkin to them Style on niggas but feel it to the numb Japanese thread, brought flavor to these bums Consider me the savior, look what the Lord gave ya My celebrated presence like the return of Rayful Frolic in the snow so playful And revivin the track like we flowin through jumper cables What duo you know Get XXL kudos while coppin off Julio? Yeah, classic shit, we mastered this Left for dead, Im back, Im Lazarus Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Nigga, one Crip, one Blood, L.A., New York The Game, the Rule, one love, guns up Hands down, cant touch the flow, its a bit much The style, wanna keep up? Id advise you to speed up With money movin like coke these days gotta re-up G up, cop some heaters and dare a nigga to act up You see us in dual-seaters and throw it up Its all hood, niggas, rep your sets if you Cuz or Niggas, we all bleed! These niggas cant breathe! Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part Niggas that got bullets with names on them Want em? Come get em! Niggas, yall know where to get at me Look at me, now pass me, maybe you can be half me You bastards, Im laughin, bullets stickin in family Who sadly gets torn between one Crip and one Yall niggas know me, haha, yeah!

1738 Ayy Yeah bae Yeah baby I think I fell in love with the Westside, baby Stop playin, girl, what it do, baby I got time to screw with you, baby I swear I might have seen her out my left eye Baby girl they hatin you, baby Fore they even knew you, baby I think I fell in love, your bodys crazy, yeah I know you wanna love, your smiles amazing, yeah I think I fell in love, your bodys crazy, yeah I know you wanna love, your smiles amazing, yeah Hit my phone, tell you what you like bae Ayy and if its cool, can I spend the night, bae? Ayy, Kama Sutra, is that what you like bae? Every detail til I get it right, bae Act 10 down on Mrs. Stuck, bae Ayy, I beat the right, beat it to the left, bae Ayy, and when Im done we should never leave, baby And plenty girls who want that cake, baby And damn right Ima take a damn drink Ayy, and when you need the love, who is there, bae? And you need somebody to lean on You dont wanna smoke green no Cause Im puttin my team on, baby Im the nigga you dream of, go ahead get to dream on Anything you can think of, it appears, baby King Zoovie here, baby I think I fell in love with the Westside, baby Stop playin, girl, what it do, baby I got time to screw with you, baby I swear I might have seen her out my left eye Nigga I saw, what I seen, what I saw Lipstick thick hips baby was a boss Dollars in my pocket I rolls for 11 Godfather to this shit, I’m Russell Simmons In it, authentic, money I spent it Split it, baby what a pimp clinic Choose up or be chosen Rise like yeast, raised on the east Best side of the west side of the coast Getting setty Fetty riding in the white Ghost Riding through Hollywood Dogg Pound dick ‘em down Baby said the flavor good Put it in her now she yellin’ neighborhood Cuz you know how these hoes flip My nigga you know how these hoes get That’s why I stay fly And keep a bad bitch from the Westside Left side I think I fell in love with the Westside, baby Stop playin, girl, what it do, baby I got time to screw with you, baby I swear I might have seen her out my left eye Baby girl they hatin you, baby Fore they even knew you, baby I think I fell in love, your bodys crazy, yeah I know you wanna love, your smiles amazing, yeah I think I fell in love, your bodys crazy, yeah I know you wanna love, your smiles amazing, yeah Your smiles amazing, yeah Your smiles amazing, yeah

This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz Freeze, at ease, now let me drop some more of them keys Its 1-9-9-tre so let me just play Its Snoop Dogg, Im on the mic, Im back with Dr. Dre But this time Imma hit yo ass with a touch To leave motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up So sit back relax new jacks get smacked Its Snoop Doggy Dogg Im at the top of the stack I dont lack for a second, and Im still checkin The dopest motherfucker that ya hearin on the record Its me, ya see, S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-G-Y, the D-O-double-G Im fly as a falcon, soarin through the sky And Im high till I dizzie, rizzide So check it, I get busy, I make your head dizzy I blow up your mouth like I was Dizzy Gillespie Im crazy, you cant phase me Im the S oh yes, Im fresh, I dont fuck with the stress Im all about the chronic, bionic ya see Every single day, chillin with the D-O-double-Gs P-O-U-N-D thats my clique, my crew You fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up I thought ya knew, but yet and still Ya wanna get real, now its time to peel, ya say chill And feel, the motherfuckin realism Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic Im hittin hard as steel nigga This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz How many hoes in your motherfuckin group Wanna take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, DeVille Chill, as I take you on a trip Where them niggas ride, and slide, you know about the East Side Niggas like myself, here to show you where its at With my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back Papers I stack daily, and Death Row is still the label that pays me But you know how that goes We flow toe for toe, if you aint on the Row Fuck you and your ho, really doe, so check it Its Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip Still clockin grip, and dont really give a sheeit About nuttin at all, just my Doggs, steppin through the fog And Im still gonna fade em all With the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin How many hoes in ninety-four will I be bangin? Every single one, to get the job done As I dip, skip, flip, right back to two one Where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin Its me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and Im climbin This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz I come creepin through the fog with my saggin deuce East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeVille Im rollin with the G Funk, bumpin in my shit and it dont quit So drop it on the one motherfucker put together that set A nigga with a grip of that gangsta shit With the Eastside hoes on my motherfuckin dick And the Compton niggas all about to set trip Swing it back, bring it back, just like this And if you with my shit, then blaze up another spliff And keep the motherfuckin blunt in your pocket loc Cuz Doggy Dogg is all about the zig zag smoke See its a West coast thing, where Im from And if you want some, get some, bad enough, take some But watch the gun by my side Because it represents me and the motherfuckin East Side So bow down to the bow wow, cause bow wow Yippie yo, you cant see my flow My shit is dope, original, now you know And cant no hood fuck with Death Rizzow This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz

Ima say this and Ima end mine If you aint down for the Africans here in the United States Period, point-blank If you aint down for the ones that suffered in South Africa from apartheid and shit Dammit, you need to step your punk-ass to the side And let us brothers and us Africans step in And start puttin some foot in that ass! Break em off somethin, break em off somethin Break em off somethin, break em off somethin Break em off somethin, break em off somethin Break em off somethin, break em off somethin I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why But livin in the city, its do-or-die I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why But livin in the city, its do-or-die Dem wonder why mi violent, dem no really understand For de reason why mi take mi law in mi own hand Mi not out for peace and mi not Rodney King De gun goes click, mi gun goes bang Dem riot in Compton and dem riot in Long Beach Dem riot in L.A. cause dem no really wanna see Niggas start to loot and police start to shoot Lock us down at seven oclock, barricade us like Beirut Mi dont show no love cause its us against dem Dem never, ever love me cause its sport to break dem And kill, at my own risk, if I may To lay, to spray with my AK, and put em to rest Yes, we have—there have been riots, ah, uh, rioting Well, I dont wanna say rioting, but theres been looting downtown But right now, Bree, what I want to show you is They have started fires down at the end of the street How many niggas are ready to loot? Yeah, so what you wanna do? What you wanna do? I said, how many niggas are ready to loot? Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9 Thats what they told us today, In other words, you still a slave No matter how much money you got, you still aint shit! Sitting in my living room, calm and collected Feeling that gotta-get-mine perspective Cause what I just heard broke me in half And half the niggas I know, plus the niggas on the Row is bailing Laugh now, but cry much later You see, when niggas get together, they get mad cause they cant fade us Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles They found that they couldnt handle us Bloods, Crips on the same squad With the Eses helpin, nigga, its time to rob and mob And break the white man off something lovely, biddy-bye-bye I dont love dem so dem cant love me Yo, straight puttin it down, gettin my scoot on Its jumping off in Compton so I gots to get my loot on And come up on me some furniture or somethin Got a VCR in the back of my car That I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet And motherfuckers better not try to stop me Cause they will see that I cant be stopped Cause Ima cock my Glock and pop til they all drop Yes, on the videotape we seem to have the, uh People in the crowd throwing things at the officers And swinging at them as well As there was a, uh, young woman there, you see, took a swing at— At an officer with some object in her hand How many niggas are ready to loot? Yeah, so what you wanna do? What you wanna do? I said, how many niggas are ready to loot? Got myself an Uzi and my brother a nine I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why But livin in the city, its do-or-die I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why But livin in the city, its do-or-die One-time trigger happy, no nigga love One-eighty-seven time, time to grab the glove Cant get prints on a nine I throw away Or get prints on my Uzi when it spray Pop-pop, pop, another motherfucker drop And I get relief like, plop, plop, fizz Smash, I crashed his head like a window I aint Nintendo, Im high off the indo Creepin, with the quickness to the cut Bust one to his head while he munches on a donut And crack-up, so now he best to back up I guess I gots to pack up, filling the clip up I zip uptown but motherfuckin cops are all around Helicopters flyin, these motherfuckers tryin To catch me and stretch me on Death Row But hell no, the poor blacks refuse to go This now covers a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these fires have been, uh, ignited I mean, from here to the, uh, to the south end of South Central is a long way Break em off somethin, break em off somethin Break em off somethin, break em off somethin Break em off somethin, break em off somethin Break em off somethin, break em off somethin The outcome of this is destruction, so them all fall Niggas dont give a fuck, so them bust and them fall The description of three blacks Shows no justice, so, pick up its your right If you riot again, mi, turn the other cheek We, be too many, mi got, mi nine to my side So mi bust, flick, cause he dont give a fuck And mi dont give a fuck And all my problems end with that buck-buck Blam, blam, blam til dem fall Listen to the shots from a nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye Dr. Dre, him bust gun shots Diggidy Daz and RBX, dem bust gun shots Come again

I got all these J’s rolled up And I got all these drinks poured up I bought all these bottles up in this club Came here with all of my dogs But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends You and your friends Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends You and your friends, woah I got all these J’s rolled up And I got all these drinks poured up I bought all these bottles up in this club Came here with all of my dogs But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends You and your friends Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends You and your friends, woah You and your friends, up in my car Rolling up J’s, flying with the stars Don’t gotta ask the price ‘cause you already know Watch full of ice, no light it still glow Its you and your friends, me and my dogs Left your nigga to be with my squad He talk a lot of shit, but he ain’t really on He hit it too soft, but me I go hard, like Oohy baby, when you with me you go crazy I want you to be my lady Girl you could bring your girlfriends, I ain’t hating I got all these J’s rolled up And I got all these drinks poured up I bought all these bottles up in this club Came here with all of my dogs But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends You and your friends Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends You and your friends, woah I’m parked outfront in a Range Rover Coke white, so tight, game over Coupe to the block, bop to the bang Car full of girls in a blue Mustang Four y’all, more y’all, caravan V.I.P model in hand, bottle in hand Wobble again I make it crack in the back a Benz while cracking the frame On the highway, just me and Wiz With a dirty dozen, about to handle this Was they cousins or was they twins? I love it when they both go all in Like that, this one and that one See he wants the cute one, I want the fat one Does she pay what she weigh? I’m looking for a Jennifer Holiday in my way I got all these J’s rolled up And I got all these drinks poured up I bought all these bottles up in this club Came here with all of my dogs But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends You and your friends Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends You and your friends, woah I got all these J’s rolled up And I got all these drinks poured up I bought all these bottles up in this club Came here with all of my dogs But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends You and your friends Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends You and your friends, woah

Yes, it is I, says me And all who agree are more than three cause theyre we, haha Yes, yo, Im in the house now for sure Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men Who knows what evil lurks within them? But lets take a travel down the blindside And see what we find on this path called Stranded on death row, so duck when I swing my shit I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits The gangsta type, what I recites kinda lethal Niggas know the flow that I kick, theres no equal Im murderin niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone I kicks When I grip the mic and kick shit niggas cant fuck with So remember I go hardcore and slam Nough respect like a sensei, whoop ass like Van Damme So any nigga that claim they bossin Why dont you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson? Take a walk through the hood where we up to no good Slangin them things like a real O.G. should Im stackin and mackin and packin a ten so When youre slippin, I slip the clip in, but aint no set trippin Cause its Death Row, rollin like the mafia Think about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya? Aint nothin but a buster Im stranded on death row for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers Now you know youre outdone, feel the shotgun Kurupt, inmate, cell block one No prevention from this lynchin of sorts Youre a victim from my driveby of thoughts No extensions, all attempts are to fail Blinded by the light, its time you learn braille From a lunatic, Im death like arsenic When I kick a wicked rap, Dr. Dre will hit the scratch With treachery, my literary form will blast And totally surpass the norm Not a storm, plural, make it many storms When Im vexed, I fight leg, necks, and arms In this dimension, Im the presenter And the inventor, and the tormentor Deranged, like the Hillside Strangler Emcee mangler, tough like Wrangler I write a rhyme, hard as concrete Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite So what you wanna do? The narrator RBX, cell block two Rage, lyrical murderer Stranded on death row and now Im servin a Lifetime sentence, therell be no repentance Since its the life that I choose to lead, I plead guilty On all counts, let the ball bounce where it may Its just another clip into my AK Buck em down with my underground tactics Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress Bed frame, theres another dead, bang Laying lame, put to shame, whos to blame? Me, the Lady of Rage, a woman comin From the D-E-A-T-H and R-O-W, takin no shit So flip and youre bound to get dropped Its 1-8-7 on motherfuckers, dont stop Handcuffed as I bust, therell be no debate Its Rage, from cell block H Ayo, steppin through the fog and creepin through the smog Its the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg Making videos, now I stay in Hollywood Bustin raps for my snaps, now they call me Eastwood Dre is the doctor and my homie, little nigga Warren G is my hand and my hands on the trigga Shootin at the hoes with the game that I got Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from servin my rocks And Im still serving for mine Peace to my motherfuckin homies doing time In the pen and the county jail Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell And youre sayin, Fuck the police And all the homies on the streets is all about peace And its driving the cops crazy But aint nothin but a black thing, baby Uh, Im not flaggin, but Im just saggin I betcha dont wanna see the D-O-double-G And you cant see the D-R to the E Or my motherfuckin homie D.O.C You know you cant fuck with my motherfuckin DJ Thats my homie and we call him Warren G Yeah, and you dont stop Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfuckin Dogg Pound Thats the only way well beat em, man We gotta smoke em then choke em like the motherfuckin Peterman Its like three and to the two and two and to the one Cell block four, peace, Doggy Doggs done Yo, now you know the path Im on You think youre strong? See if you can travel on Cause only the weak will try to speak Those who are quiet will always cause riots Theres three types of people in the world Those who dont know what happened Those who wonder what happened And people like us from the streets that make things happen

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la Hình bóng ai đó nhẹ nhàng vụt qua nơi đây Quyến rũ ngây ngất loạn nhịp làm tim mê say Cuốn lấy áng mây theo cơn sóng xô dập dìu Nụ cười ngọt ngào cho ta tan vào phút giây miên man quên hết con đường về eh Chẳng thể tìm thấy lối về eh Điệu nhạc hòa quyện trong ánh mắt đôi môi Dẫn lối những bối rối rung động khẽ lên ngôi Chạm nhau mang vô vàn Đắm đuối vấn vương dâng tràn Lấp kín chốn nhân gian Làn gió hoá sắc hương mơ màng Một giây ngang qua đời Cất tiếng nói không nên lời Ấm áp đến trao tay ngàn sao trời Lòng càng thêm chơi vơi Dịu êm không gian bừng sáng Đánh thức muôn hoa mừng Quấn quít hát ngân nga từng Chút níu bước chân em dừng Bao ý thơ tương tư ngẩn ngơ Lưu dấu nơi mê cung đẹp thẫn thờ Hãy trao cho anh Hãy trao cho anh Hãy trao cho anh thứ anh đang mong chờ Hãy trao cho anh Hãy trao cho anh Hãy mau làm điều ta muốn vào khoảnh khắc này đê Hãy trao cho anh Hãy trao cho anh Hãy trao anh trao cho anh đi những yêu thương nồng cháy Trao anh ái ân nguyên vẹn đong đầy La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la Lookin at my Gucci, its about that time We can smoke a blunt and pop a bottle of wine Now get yourself together and be ready by nine Cause we gon do some things thatll shatter your spine Come one, undone, Snoop Dogg, Son Tung Long Beach is the city that I come from So if you want some, get some Better enough take some, take some Chạm nhau mang vô vàn Đắm đuối vấn vương dâng tràn Lấp kín chốn nhân gian Làn gió hoá sắc hương mơ màng Một giây ngang qua đời Cất tiếng nói không nên lời Ấm áp đến trao tay ngàn sao trời Lòng càng thêm chơi vơi Dịu êm không gian bừng sáng Đánh thức muôn hoa mừng Quấn quít hát ngân nga từng Chút níu bước chân em dừng Bao ý thơ tương tư ngẩn ngơ Lưu dấu nơi mê cung đẹp thẫn thờ Hãy trao cho anh Hãy trao cho anh Hãy trao cho anh thứ anh đang mong chờ Hãy trao cho anh Hãy trao cho anh Hãy mau làm điều ta muốn vào khoảnh khắc này đê Hãy trao cho anh Hãy trao cho anh Hãy trao anh trao cho anh đi những yêu thương nồng cháy Trao anh ái ân nguyên vẹn đong đầy La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la La la la, la la la la Em cho ta ngắm thiên đàng vội vàng qua chốc lát Như thanh âm chứa bao lời gọi mời trong khúc hát Liêu xiêu ta xuyến xao rạo rực khát khao trông mong Dịu dàng lại gần nhau hơn dang tay ôm em vào lòng Trao đi trao hết đi đừng ngập ngừng che dấu nữa Quên đi quên hết đi ngại ngùng lại gần thêm chút nữa Chìm đắm giữa khung trời riêng hai ta như dần hòa quyện mắt nhắm mắt tay đan tay hồn lạc về miền trăng sao Em cho ta ngắm thiên đàng vội vàng qua chốc lát Như thanh âm chứa bao lời gọi mời trong khúc hát Liêu xiêu ta xuyến xao rạo rực khát khao trông mong Dịu dàng lại gần nhau hơn dang tay ôm em vào lòng Trao đi trao hết đi đừng ngập ngừng che dấu nữa Quên đi quên hết đi ngại ngùng lại gần thêm chút nữa Chìm đắm giữa khung trời riêng hai ta như dần hòa quyện mắt nhắm mắt tay đan tay hồn lạc về miền trăng sao Hãy trao cho an Hãy trao cho anh Hãy trao cho anh Cho anh, cho anh Hãy trao cho anh Hãy trao cho anh Hãy trao cho anh Cho anh, cho anh, cho anh Hãy trao cho anh Hãy trao cho anh Hãy trao cho anh Cho anh, cho anh Hãy trao cho anh Hãy trao cho anh Hãy trao cho anh thứ anh đang mong chờ

Family, family I go to war with my family Ups and downs Wrong or right, this family They think that we crazy They say that we crazy, cant handle it My back on the wall Who Ima call? My family We different We stick out Wig out Bug out Pop out Hop out Ball out Show out Ayy, this a party, lets not make a problem Why you lookin at me like you startin somethin? You should know its not just me that you be rubbin You shouldnt mess with me You dont wanna mess with me Cause if you mess with me Youre messin with my family You shouldnt mess with me You dont wanna mess with me Cause if you mess with me Youre messin with my family Aye-aye-aye-aye You might think that we are all loco Aye-aye-aye Dont mess with my family But this family bout to go global We blowin up! Raah, raah Raah, raah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah En mi familia si hay problema no jugamos Y si hay party hasta mañana celebramo Si te dicen que estamo loco, loco estamos Y en las buenas y en las malas nos quedamos No traicionamo Ayy, this a party, lets not make a problem Why you lookin at me like you startin somethin? You should know its not just me that you be rubbin The wrong way, so you better think twice You shouldnt mess with me You dont wanna mess with me Cause if you mess with me Youre messin with my family You shouldnt mess with me You dont wanna mess with me Cause if you mess with me Youre messin with my family Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh-oh, yeah, yeah Youre messin with my family La familia! Hey, oh-oh Yeah, yeah, yeah Dont mess with my family, oh! Aye-aye-aye-aye You might think that we are all loco Aye-aye-aye Dont mess with my family But this family bout to go global They say that we mean They say that we rude They say we got problems But we say its cool Family, family I go to war with my family Ups and downs Wrong or right, thats family Aye-aye-aye-aye You might think that we are all loco Dont mess with my family Aye-aye-aye But this family bout to go global

Where the beautiful people at? I said where the beautiful people at? Beautiful people, clap your hands Freaky people, clap your hands Geeky people, clap your hands Everybody, clap your hands Hollywood is alright Hollywood is fragrant Jealousy is gunfire It makes you kill the vibe Jealousy and dark times Sinking on the web There’s more to love than that Jealousy is vibe down Jealousy is vibe down Ima go walk All the way to the hills But you never know whats real So you have to be prepared You have to be ready You have to be ready Cause she can be a bitch And its a wonderful thing Hollywood Shes so seductive Shes got me looking for that dream I bow down She knows how to do it Exactly the way I like it Hollywood is alright Hollywood is fragrant Jealousy is gunfire It makes you kill the vibe Jealousy and dark times Sinking on the web There’s more to love than that Jealousy is vibe down Jealousy is vibe down Man I came through with that big fat chain on my neck Little did they know, no sweat So I dimmed out, rimmed out and cracked the glass Twenty-five pounds, can you match that bag? Cause if you not, raise up I got a deal to make And a couple bad bitches Ive been achin to break Wakin and bake I put the cake on the plate Jealousy and me? Oh, were making a date Ima vibe with this, Hollywood, nigga Ima survive this shit I do that, did that, blow your fuckin wig back Forreal-a, gorilla, who loves goin bareback They wanna eye me down, tie me down, knock me off But Im a lion in the dogg pound Now, how that sound? Hollywood is alright Hollywood is fragrant Jealousy is gunfire It makes you kill the vibe Jealousy and dark times Sinking on the web There’s more to love than that Jealousy is vibe down Jealousy is vibe down Youre just what I need In this city of dreams You know how to ride me You know how to excite me Shes a wonderful thing Shes a wonderful thing

Nigga you need to stop snitchin! All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin Nigga if you scared, go to church You knew the job was dangerous when you took it Whattup its the big boss Dogg Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C And Im bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube And Im C-walkin on the motherfuckin concrete Yo if youre fucked up, put your cups up Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga whats up See hes a gangster, Im a hustler Yo its either thank ya, or its fuck ya Im down with Lil Jon aint got to pretend Crunk Juice nigga run the club that you in You scary motherfuckers dont wanna bring the ruckus You just spend all your time in the club tryin to duck us And if you walk by nigga, Imma knock fire nigga From yo ass, you can come try nigga In the hood, all the way down South I aint Mike Jones, keep my name outcha mouth bitch We can get it crackin if it get to clickin - clackin Look at Mr. Jackson, nigga with no reaction If you scared, go to church, we gon hit you where it hurts That dont work, well put you in the dirt Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise Lyrics full of steroids, niggas paranoid And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up When you realize your favorite rapper aint got no nuts If you a scared motherfucker go to church If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt If you a down motherfucker put in work If you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk If you a scared motherfucker go to church If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt If you a down motherfucker put in work If you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk Click-clackin, pistol-packin, Crip raggin folio Who the only nigga in the club with the toolio You aint know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is Is that Coolio? Naw bitch, let me in Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers Hang out with kidnappers and jackers Make money off crackers; can you imagine how I keep shit crackin? Its the big boss Dogg Im back in action and smashin I flash with the bling I sur-pass the supreme You dont really wanna have a clash with my team I mix hash with the green Im the, last of the kings If I got a bitch with me she got ass in them jeans Rollin through yo neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean Servin all you suckers cause you all dopefiends Just like that dopeman, nigga whats up? You run up with that bullshit Ill fuck yo ass up If you a scared motherfucker go to church If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt If you a down motherfucker put in work If you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk If you a scared motherfucker go to church If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt If you a down motherfucker put in work If you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk You scared, you scared You scared motherfucker, you scared You scared , you scared You scared motherfucker, you scared You scared, you scared You scared motherfucker, you scared You scared , you scared You scared motherfucker, you scared If you a scared motherfucker go to church If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt If you a down motherfucker put in work If you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk If you a scared motherfucker go to church If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt If you a down motherfucker put in work If you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk It goes one for the money two for the show Three for the pussy, fo for the glow Five for the rookies, six for the pros Seven for the numbers of them fuckin zeroes Eight for haters, nine for the cause Ten for my niggas, behind big bars Fuck these devils, and they laws Never question the size of Ice Cubes balls

YG: Alright, come whoop me nigga, I’m right here nigga Bang my line when you know what’s up Unnamed Caller: Fo sho, alright It was 1 in the mornin and I was up yawnin Moms asked where Im goin, to the hood if you aint knowin Pops locked up so mama couldnt stop me I was out the house, ASAP Rocky And it wasnt cause she couldnt control us We was her babies, she just wanted to hold us And we aint get disciplined, her friend started whisperin About how she was a bad mama, mama said fuck em then I was in the streets stylin, nobody could tell me nothin Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin I was buzzin Fuckin all these hoes wearing no condoms, no nothin I used to ditch school when the homie had the Chevy I used to sneak and smoke stress weed But now Im rollin on dubs How you feel, whooptie woop, nigga, what? Now Im rollin on dubs How you feel, whooptie woop, nigga, what? All these hoes showin love How you feel, whooptie woop, nigga, what? All these hoes showin love How you feel, whooptie woop, nigga, what? SKKKRRRT, I was on a mission On a mission to the money, sun down till it sunny Know my family love me Ridin in the car with two niggas and a pistol This aint funny, I do it all for the money, hold up Slowly as I pull up to the donut stand, I already know the plan Hop out and get on your mans and take what he got Go through pockets, wallets and socks, dig all the knots Its a stick-up, phone ring, its my mama In the middle of some drama, so I dont pick up Thinking I gotta get my shit up, I gotta pick my bitch up Lets hurry up and leave, I feel the police near us So we left with a thousand dollars cash It was me and my nigga, so you know I went half Then shit get real when niggas get greedy Pop, pop, pop, pow, thats when he leave me

Blueface, baby You know what it is when you hear that, haan Montana Yeah, wont you bust it for a real nigga? Slim thick, lil butt, but it feel bigger I know you just a lil problem, I can deal with ya I know you just a lil problem, I can deal with ya All night gettin shmizzed, all night gettin high Hell to the yeah to the mothafuckin Y Bitch, slide Slide Bitch, slide Bitch, slide Creepin round corners and then dippin through the grass Right back on your mothafuckin ass Bitch, slide Slide Bitch, slide Bitch, slide Yeah Mama, dont be scared, you can let me inside Eight rounds in me, we could do it all night And I aint tryna fight, see my future lookin bright If you ready for the pipe, I could give you what you like Bitch, slide Bow down to the Coke Boys, fuck me? Fuck you, lil ho Had respect for yo ass Now its time for Montana to check yo ass, fool Get the money, told T, get the butter Had to tell that ho bitch I dont love her Bitch, slide Bitch, slide Bitch, slide Now bitch, slide Bitch, slide Bitch, slide Bitch, slide Fuck em over, niggas, dont you pay em no mind We can make a movie, I aint wastin no time Baby, we can fuck again, do it all night Baby, I been hustlin, cookin all night Future so bright, look at my life Like fuck it, bitch, slide, bitch, slide, bitch, slide Saw some mark-ass niggas on the corner flaggin me Like, Whats up with you? Sup with Max B? Whats up with the Coke Wave? Whats up with the crew? Is that nigga still in jail? What the nigga do? I said, If you aint up on thangs Coke Boys still the gang, Coke Wave in my veins Slide Nigga, slide Nigga, slide Bitch nigga, slide Wont you bust it for a real nigga? Slim thick, lil butt, but it feel bigger I know you just a lil problem, I can deal with ya I know you just a lil problem, I can deal with ya All night gettin shmizzed, all night gettin high Hell to the yeah to the mothafuckin Y Bitch, slide Slide Bitch, slide Bitch, slide Creepin round corners and then dippin through the grass Right back on your mothafuckin ass Bitch, slide Slide Bitch, slide Bitch, slide Yeah Blueface, baby Yeah, aight Bust it open for a real nigga Tommy gun on me like a Hilfiger Slidin and glidin, this aint no plain jane VVSs bustin Like Jerome Bettis I get to the fetty I got a fuckin fetish Two dicks on me, a cock and a big Glock Reach for my piece like openin your eyes in Bird Box Gunshots Start a track meet 40 clappin like some sandals when they slap feet Wont you bust it for a real nigga? Slim thick, lil butt, but it feel bigger I know you just a lil problem, I can deal with ya I know you just a lil problem, I can deal with ya All night gettin shmizzed, all night gettin high Hell to the yeah to the mothafuckin Y Bitch, slide Slide Bitch, slide Bitch, slide

Pornographic, pornographic Pornographic, pornograph- Hey. Where the camera at? Im trying to hammer that your glamor got rappers, actors Et cetera having a damn attack And its that bam and back thats standing fat with your rack Lets get candid act like your Janet Jack and mash in the sack Or pretend you Nikki Nova while I film and flip it over Get me closer to sticky soaking women if the poker This is the culture where we kiss the chocha And if she know to get below the big derover Lick these soldiers strictly vulgar Watching you on the T.V Actin like you were Pinky Far from nasty and sleazy Best believe me Something you said made me wanna jump in the bed Dumping my threads while you spread legs dead on my red cam This aint a bread scam just wanna bust head jams She said ram me and play it man and I said dwamn! Pornographic-o-oh Dont make you a ho-oh We can take it slow-oh No one has to know-oh Oh, oh, lets make a porno You can taste me, Ill eat ya up like DiGiorno Dont be shy thats a no-no Me on you, picture that like a photo Back it up like a garbage truck Ass like Amber Rose Bouncing up and down like a pogo stick I wanna see ya touch your toes Imma lay back and let you do all the work Till you reach your climax and spill Cream on my thing like a wet dream Pussy juice dripping just like PET milk We on that We higher than Pluto She cant get enough She blowing me like a bugle Im fixing to burst just like a water balloon She took the rubber off and ate my sperm with a spoon If that aint pornographic I dont know what pornographic is Booty checks tatted, pierced pussy lips Silicon plastic oral injections is just big hips on my erection I dont spend money on hoes, hoes spend money on me Like to make them buy me clothes by using my mouthpiece I tell them I aint got no bread, I aint got no paper You heard what E-40 said, I aint no Captain Saver Big boss macking, hustling is my habit I dont play no games, I beat the pussy out the frame Biatch! Pornographic-o-oh Dont make you a ho-oh We can take it slow-oh No one has to know-oh Oh, oh, lets make a porno You can taste me, Ill eat ya up like DiGiorno Dont be shy thats a no-no Me on you, picture that like a photo Debbie does Dallas, Doggy does Debbie Baby are you ready? This shit is getting heavy Dipping like a Chevy, hold it real steady Double up, bring in Blowjob Betty Now we got it popping loc, hit then I stop and go Film it record it in high definition though I got my dick by your ear, do you hear what I hear? Oh brother, no other, I will fuck your mother And thats truthfully, see thats how Snoop will be See, cause usually, booty free, duty free, its all the same Pussy has no name or no face, some love the way it taste And I know that, see, baby, wanna blow that? I take her to the mic booth and let her do a mic check Dog her like Mike Vick, Ill make dyke bitch like dick Right bitch? It took a minute just to write this & Krizz Kaliko] Pornographic-o-oh Dont make you a ho-oh We can take it slow-oh No one has to know-oh Oh, oh, lets make a porno You can taste me, Ill eat ya up like DiGiorno Dont be shy thats a no-no Me on you, picture that like a photo