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Why is there suddenly a nigga trippin when I do it? Why do everybody else gon have a war, have beef Within the music, talkin about differences and its ok Its music its hip-hop its groundbreaking When I do it, its war In the city watch how Im getting head with it She do it with no hands and I be ghost whippin Oops I think I meant ghost riding When I get that vet watch how she let me slide in In that pussy and you know Im the livest Introduced known to beat it up no crime man And I might leave your bae crying Im so stressed out man all the homies fall in And if she let me hit, the homies all can And nigga if Im eating its all in one pan Cause Imma be as hungry as the last man A young but Im the nigga with the damn plan I keep it G like a crip in the 80s And man I beat your ass like a nigga in slavery They say theyre trying to help me but it sound like hate to me A young nigga, but Im wise like Dr. King On my own shit, get your own ends Niggas think they gettin handouts cause we damn friends Nigga put that spoon down better use your hands Better get that grind right before you life ends And I aint never had no love for a fake friend Or a fuck nigga, better duck nigga Better hope one of them things dont get stuck in ya good luck nigga Slip this with the crip stick Itty bitty nigga with the slick shit In a room full of misfits Plug it in, let it bang, yea my shit bitch Get bread like bisquick Youre a soft ass nigga with a face full of lipstick Let me show you how a crip dip Get ships and flips and take low trips I sipps that shit aint talking bout lean Down to Mississippi and New Orleans Word as a motherfucka, let me verb that Snoop Dogg is a hog, yea I heard that You deserve that swerve that lac Make it bang, let it go, bring that back I blew they brain, nephew yea do that thang Living life in the maze its amazing So high I can levitate its crazy I feel like Im the nigga in the matrix Im sipping codeine I feel like Imma patient I stay dosed down off a medical blunt this aint new Cop a qp I blow it with lil Snoop Blowing smoke out the roof, hoes know we the truth Get the bitch loose than I make her do what it do Put the hole on the crew, word to Im chopping real game, other niggas is goose And when I pass by the bitch she gon know we the truth gang green and were devoted to you We brought base in your face to proof The realest nigga out bitch give me the juice They never hate a nigga when he spittin the truth I gotta keep it real gotta stick to my roots Tu-Tune in, you know my slang Me and my niggas doing our thing and we all gon win Fucking these models and fucking they friends Got more hoes than Snoop and Prince Pimpin nigga, look at my hands Gold rings on my fingers Young nigga and Im hella dangerous Like a lethal injection, ballers on it Yea thats me section, getting money Yea thats the only objection Chrome everywhere so I see my reflections West West, hold it down for Texas Yellow diamonds on my necklace Pretty bitches getting naked Young nigga living reckless Like 21 guns for protection Been done with that fast life So it was on to the thug life Aint no bet, but I could never love my wife Like I love my life I never love ya twice I fell in love one night still lost in the days in a major way I be blazed for days, like Johnny Mobbing in the lane, its my hobby We savvy, real nigga say savvy Looking for them bitches take them at a track meet Deep dig bandit she run into my canyon Dabbin blowing like a candle, savvy Woodgrain whippin in the valley Real OG Im nothing like my daddy Few kids on the way Im happy Raw dog, and Im learning with a passion Ohh, didnt yall go to school Im reachin and preachin and teachin the youth They all in my business Im feeling like Snoop But Im more like Pac learn a life lesson but I might get shot Im spreading the message thats all that I got We pray for progression and stick to the plot Im feeling like Yoda my knowledge is hot I see myself changing the world Because my thought patterns are so opposite of the norm So I will have to change the world Or I will have to be changed by the world

Im not sure what I see Cupid dont fuck with me! Are you telling me this is a sign? Shes looking in my eyes, and I dont see no other guys Are you telling me this is a sign? Dont think about it, boy leave her alone Nigga you aint no G! She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll, you aint no G! Its legit, you know its a hit When The Neptunes and the Doggy Dogg fin to spit You know hes in - tune with the season Come here baby, tell me why you leaving? Tell me if its weed that you need If you wanna breathe, I got the best weed minus seeds Aint nobody tripping, VIP they cant get in If something go wrong then you know we get to Cripping Im not sure what I see Cupid dont fuck with me! Are you telling me this is a sign? Shes looking in my eyes, and I dont see no other guys Are you telling me this is a sign? Dont think about it, boy leave her alone Nigga you aint no G! She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll You aint no G! Now you stepping with a G, from Los Angeles Where the helicopters got cameras Just to get a glimpse of our Chucks And our Khakis and our bouncing cars You wit you friend right? She aint trying to bring over no men right? Shit, she aint gotta be in the distance She could get high all in an instant Im not sure what I see Cupid dont fuck with me! Are you telling me this is a sign? Shes looking in my eyes, and I dont see no other guys Are you telling me this is a sign? Dont think about it, boy leave her alone Nigga you aint no G! She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll You aint no G! Mami, mamacita, have you ever flown on G5s From London to Ibiza? You gotta have cake to Youll have Sundays with chiquitas Youll see Venus and Serena, in the Wimbledon Arena And I can take you Im not sure what I see Cupid dont fuck with me! Are you telling me this is a sign? Shes looking in my eyes, and I dont see no other guys Are you telling me this is a sign? Dont think about it, boy leave her alone Nigga you aint no G! She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll, you aint no G! Nigga dont be young and foolish You dont know what youre doing You dont know what youve lost until shes gone She got a pretty face, drove you wild But you aint have that Snoop Doggy Dogg Style Im not sure what I see Cupid dont fuck with me! Are you telling me this is a sign? Shes looking in my eyes, and I dont see no other guys Are you telling me this is a sign? Ooh wee!! Heeeeeee, hey! Ooh wee!! Heeeeeee, hey!

You really dont understand, do you? Hey man, dont you realize in order for us to make this thing work, man, weve got to get rid of the pimps, and the pushers and the prostitutes? And then start all over again clean Nigga, is you crazy? Once again, the mighty Death Row organization committin mass murder And we aint askin for shit, nigga, we takin it So, Dre, blast they ass, nigga! Rat-tat-tat-tat late at night with my gat On the streets of L.A. wonderin where the pussy at Straight player, looking for a ho Hangin out, rollin in my six-four Sixteen switches for the niggas in my hood Seventeen shells so I make it understood Stay back, lay back, way back in the cut Ya come outside, nigga, ya gettin fucked up I done told ya, creep-creep, ya best move Like Luther Vandross, Im fuckin up the west coast Im right back up in ya when ya nut One, two, three nut, from the D-R-E but This is for the hoes that I used to know When I didnt have my sixty-four and a lot of dough I keep it like this and like that, and I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, and I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, and I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Ooh-wee, thats that nigga owe you that grip Yeah, there that fool is Whats up? Whats happenin? Whats up? Nigga, you delinquent, can I get those ends? Ayy, nigga, pay this nigga , well, whats up? Man, I aint got your money Well, yo, check this out, nigga Whats up, fool? Whats up? Whats up? You dont want— Yeah, motherfucker Ill be back, yo, Ill be back! You aint never comin back, fool Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, you know I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, and I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, you know I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, and I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Creepin and peepin and we can get with these The Chronic, slangin fat kis from my block And it dont stop, tell me where you wanna go To the strip, or take a trip ballin with the Row My shit off in ya system attacks Indo smoke go in ya lungs like that You get lifted, calm, and if its the bomb Taken away like Calgon, Vietnam California, back and on a mission Provin a point, in my game, aint no fuckin competition They wishin but run up on reality C-P-T, C-A-L my locality Its strange how I re-arrange and change The business by droppin shit like this Dope, niggas cant cope with the real I bill, penitentiary steel, when I kill, it goes Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, and I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, you know I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, and I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, you know I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Straight up Now you niggas know where my homie comin from So quit the chit-chat fore you find yourself flat on your bizzack, fool Its nine-deuce, Dr. Drizzays sittin on tizzop It dont stop, treatin busters like a punk-ass cizzop Biatch!

Yo whats Crip-a-latn, this big Snoop Dogg Leave your name and your number at the motherfucking beep If this one of my hoes, two-way me Ay ay Snoop whattup, this your nigga Dre Ay man I was thinking I aint said shit on your whole motherfucking album So check it out, put this on there: All you motherfucking haters out there, can suck my motherfucking dick! And we still smoking, what?! For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick, talking shit He better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick, now she sick She better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really aint from my gang, better lay low I hope he dont be thinking Im just talking And I wont do a thing, really hope so Lay low, nobody move until I say so Limo tint rolling deep like the President See I dont go to clubs, I never chase a bitch Im here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse We call it stress, some of yall call it chocolate Return of the Top Dogg, and aint no stopping this Whatever the case, I aint trying to catch it Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records Unseen but well heard, do not disturb The only reason you alive cause I aint sent the word I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge From the smoke and go loc, you shouldnt provoke I bring the worst from the L.B.C Smash motherfuckers thinking they gonna smash on me Snoop and Dre give a fuck about what yall say From the Worlds Most Dangerous Group, N.W.A Our rise, it was no surprise I always knew these fools would trip Hating, faking, scheming on mine And on the down low talkin shit Best move cause I refuse to lose No matter which damn road I choose So lay low cause you might be bruised Top story on the evening news I aint for games, so if you wanna play em lay low Lay down on the floor Im in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know Thats what I came fo Where that nigga who be talking shit He dont come around no more because I fucked his bitch I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezing the tits Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips She tried to make me cum, but I was trying to take her home Dropped her off and seen you fishing on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you in your dome And dont sag too hard, you show everybody your thong Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya From 22s to Lugers the shit that shoot through ya Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with The same clique he came with and made the game flip Now niggas grow they hair, hold they stare and act hard Thats even tho your CEO talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on Whassup pimping, its P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this aint nothing but loot They call me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got But they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got I keeps it realer, cause Im all about my scrilla The ladies love me cause Im a million dolla hitta Its, No Limit til I D-I-E C-P-3, or Richmond, Calis where I be For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick, talking shit He better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick, now she sick She better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really aint from my gang, better lay low I hope he dont be thinking Im just talking And I wont do a thing, really hope so

After the party, its the Waffle House If you ever been here, you know what Im talkin about Where people dont dance, all they do is this And after the original you know what it is Welcome to Atlanta Remix, it had to go down I got somethin else to tell you bout the new Motown Where people dont visit, they move out here And aint no tellin who you might see up in Lenox Square I dont know about you, but I miss the Freaknik Cause thats where my city use to be real sick People from other cities used to drive for miles Just to come to get a taste of this ATL style Im the M.B.P., Most Ballinest Player Make my own moves, call me the mayor Monday night, you know things change with time Magic City back lookin like 89 All the homies on the Southside up in the Ritz The Velvet Room, same shit Wednesday, Strokers, I dont go no mo Cause they dont know how to treat you when you come through the do Was Plush but we moved to Fuel And I be up in the booth drunk, actin a fool At Kaya, they still got love And the Sharkbar be poppin like its a nightclub Saturday, still off the heezy fo sheezy You can find me up in One Tweezy Sunday, gettin me some sleep Im on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tees, holla Ayo, Im from New York, man! Representin NYC to the fullest Gats, I pull it, heads be duckin when New York be bussin Take that Welcome to New York, motherfuckers, where we dont play And out-of-towners get got like everyday And a gangstas a gangsta in every way Sittin low on 22s; this what long money do Now the dons on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it Sunday, we layin low in Halo, sippin Cris and we straight Monday, we go to Bungalow 8 Tuesday, Im in Spa, drunk, doin the shake And for the rest of the week, we just follow the freaks You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York Hot now top down at the Rucker game New coupe, no roof, playa, whats my name? Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Uptown, what now?! Lets make it happen New York If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere We still here! And we buildin four more new towers! Who say St. Louis aint hip-hop? Dirty, we hop to whats hip Im a lunatic with too much grip to let us slip Im so St. Louis, ask my tattooist I was like The Waterboy, now they sayin, You can do it! Im Baby Huey, one of the best in the Louie Sip Louis, smoke louie, dressed in Louis Home of back porches, Chucks, and Air Forces Old-school cars be trailblazin like Portland The girls are the best like Travis with fat asses I call em gimme girls, they always tell me I can have it All got habits, marijuana to static By two cats and coats with automatics St. Louis, the Truth like Sojourner Dont need a burner we learn from Ike Turner I tried to told ya dont cross that bridge Without permission from the St. Lunatics Yo, yo, yo, yo Ladies and gentlemen We got the big Snoop Dogg in the house tonight He just came from off tour And he wanna tell yall a little bit about where he come from Palm trees, bad bitches and wannabes O.G.s like me eatin on pollaseeds Now and Laters, jellybeans, and Wallabees Real niggas from the set I hardly ever seen Mostly heard, sell a bird off the cizzurb And when we dip, we hop and then we swizzerve A lot of homies like to wear the pizzerm Hair longer than hers, sharp with the fizzur Doggy Dizzogg, you know I like to bizzall Like Kobe to Shaq so take that Long Beach is on the motherfuckin map The city by the sea, R.I.P JD , you know about the LBC My niggas love the Steelers, cold hearted killas Real cap peelers, real niggas feel us Aint no squeelers, a lot of dope dealers Bang diggy dang dang Dogg Pound Gangsta Crip Gang Yeah we do the damn thang Go to Pomona, scoop up Kokane Head to the church house to get a little workout Smoke out, drink up, now put ya bank up Its all on me, I got a scenery to stank up Crank up the beat, raise up the heat Im throwin a block party on 2-1 Street, fo sho Welcome to Atlanta remix, hey And we ride on them things like every day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties dont stop til eight in the morning Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on them things like every day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties dont stop til eight in the morning

Ay yo nephew I think its time to put some of that real sticky-icky-icky in the motherfuckin air But in a Backwood, ya dig? I wanna get high, yeah Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah Got no Backwoods, fly yeah Im bout to break one down with my supplies, yeah Roll up some gas, Im not talkin a car Shawty she bad, fuck round take her to the stars Brand new dash, I got brand new cash Brand new chick, got her brand new ass Give the password, psych Bout to drink a whole lot of syrup, aight But the Bentley coupe missing, the stash on the curb Watch the city go missing, the young nigga ran off with lil biddy birds Fuck you talkin, bitch you ran off on em Cartier handcuffs, none of you cops cant cuff me In the back of the cab, this ho sucking dick from the front seat This her aftermath, like I got 50 Cent on me Trap spots like a store Nigga got a couple choppers on the floor Watch that door Watch that door Watch that door I roll up two point fives Happy four twenty, roll up two point fives Way too stoned, dont remember these guys Hold up, so high Ima risk my life, aint even tryna go to these skies Hold up strollers I want the whole cut I make a slut slut I eat it cold cut Hair getting longer Weed getting stronger Bout to strong arm her Bout to go and bone girl She got a cameltoe, I call her Marlboro I take you from the stars, take you to my world But she didnt get a chance to get my number She missed out on llama, she missed out on me and my mama I wanna get high, yeah Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah Got no Backwoods, fly yeah Im bout to break one down with my supplies, yeah Roll up some gas, Im not talkin a car Shawty she bad, fuck round take her to the stars Brand new dash, I got brand new cash Brand new chick, got her brand new ass With a lot of old money Everybody want somethin from me Got to keep my hands on the steering wheel Cause I foot the bill and I shoot to kill And I slide around in that Snoop DeVille And my gas tank is on full Stack goods, them Backwoods We cock back and we pull Bubblegum, cookies, OG, and KK We like Craig and Dae Dae, who gives a fuck what they say? I be out here gettin it, gotta get it cause I got it on Im the same nigga that you bitch niggas plotted on It aint as easy as I make it look See what Im sayin, I aint playin, nigga take a look We on that G shit, nigga we lit, and Im seasick for real Thugger Thug, what it does, lets get this motherfuckin money cuz I mean that new money, that blue money with new faces Them new cases and new bases and new aces Florida-anapolis, aint no stoppin us Power preaches patience Balling in two places Exchanges, smoke faces Count this money on a PJ in my PJs Goin fast, gettin tonsils on the E-way Smoking on that OG I flooded my AP, got me a Rollie I got a bad bitch and I call her dopey And her head dope And she suck me off the perky, keep her hands off I dont fuck with vapors but Im high-igh-igh I got a bad bitch, I know she bi-i-i-i-i I wanna get high, yeah Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah Got no Backwoods, fly yeah Im bout to break one down with my supplies, yeah Roll up some gas, Im not talkin a car Shawty she bad, fuck round take her to the stars Brand new dash, I got new cash Brand new chick, got her brand new ass See man, a lot of you niggas think you can smoke with us But umm This shit is a marathon man This aint no motherfuckin umm, hundred yard dash Man step back You aint in our league Thugger Thug, Doggy Dogg Nephew we on We out

Yo B Turn your speakers up money! Yo God! Yo I got mad skills Isnt that money? New York New York big city of dreams And everything in New York aint always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But Im down by law, and Im from the Dogg Pound Its the incredible, the lyrical You cant be me like Niecey, to see me is gonna take a miracle Im driving motherfuckers hysterical, with a Touch of this twister, stylistic mixture What I create pulsates, there is no escape Annihilate your mental mindstate Dre labels my vocabulary abusive I packs more knowledge than Confucius, Im deadly Induce you like Medusa, with thoughts to shed And niggas throughout this hemisphere, far and near Prepare, catch me chillin like the winter Up against the number one contender, as I enter Cause I gets heated like friction Motherfuck your whole jurisdiction, react this fact not fiction Telepathic addiction, to this homicidal recital Dangerous and vital to all my rivals Suicidal, brainwaves conveys Through the average motherfuckers minds these days Im all ready to put work in Take ten steps and turn to shoot the first nigga smirking Give a FUCK, whats your name, what you claim Or why you came, motherfucker Dont explain Simply, dont tempt me, cause Im simply Leavin hoes lives empty, the invincible MC New York New York big city of dreams And everything in New York aint always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But Im down by law, and Im from the Dogg Pound Too much, I serve too many people, too much Its too much, I serve too many people And when I finish servin aint gon be no sequel Gimme a couple Gs, for every MC, I knocked to his knees Verbally useless, oh you got the juice? I squeeze you juiceless The barbaric, versatile, youre no kin to me So how the fuck you inherit my style? Now, out the clear blue sky, I cant deny Not a day goes by, dont get high, dont ask why Tonights the night for me to rip microphones Into bits and pieces lyrical telekinesis Gets me into verbally vindictive Violent vocabulary bobs to existence Catch me in the pitch black path I sit and let the sick thought pass through my mental Till I hear an instrumental And detrimental verbals get to spittin The highest in intellect, try connectin with the written Now they faced with the forbidden, vocally chosen To explore new terrain, then remain unseen, throughout the war Dips like a low-low, with my verbal fo-fo The cocoa complexion MC with the slow flow Fo sho, I takes it to you from the do Motherfucker, mentally I go hardco I disconnect ya, Kurupter, MC to vocally Void your whole molecular, structure Catastrophic, mystic as Mixelplix Hittin MCs like pits the deadliest lyricist New York New York big city of dreams And everything in New York aint always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But Im down by law, and Im from the Dogg Pound Too much, I serve too many people, too much Its too much, I serve too many people And when I finish servin aint gon be no sequel We live... tonight I serve two thousand MCs We live... cause cant none fuck with the DPGz We live because tonight I serve two thousand MCs We live none can fuck with the DPGz A-B-C-D-P-G-C, ba-by A-B-C-D-P-G-C Ba-by... Eryday, I bust rhymes and recite In ways that make MCs stop in daylight Im the deadliest MC you wanna see on the streets Invincibility is what makes Me complete, compete Nah you cant even fade me I fuck, you, your momma, your auntie, and your lady...

Simple pleasures, rock star livin Drugs and mansions, hit the ceilin Cars expensive, blow this action True revealin - satisfiction Yeah, I mean, I listen to these rap records Half the time Im suspicious You niggas sound so fictitious Believe me, I know the difference I got some words for you niggas Youre the definition of Listen up, I been where you goin three times and plus Big houses, cars, jewelry, bad bitches all around this motherfucker, uh I seen it all and guess what? Its the , you feel me? Oh yeah, oh I see what you sayin I know some niggas just like that Frontin ass niggas, man, really aint got no bucks like that Stuck like that, its cool if you cool with gettin love like that Flashin down to Southside Raleigh Youll be runnin outta luck like that What I mean by that is why your name always in these rental records? Spendin rent money gettin that bottle service into your section You leased your car, leased your house, leased your spouse Know she leavin if you run outta paper And might be smashin your neighbor I know you think you a star cause followers clickin Guess your ambition is to keep up with social tradition Like sneaker shoppin some of you niggas is fuckin sickenin Cause youll take your soul out, just so you could fit in Simple pleasures, rock star livin Drugs and mansions, hit the ceilin Cars expensive, blow this action True revealin - satisfiction Satisfiction Satisfiction Cuz, fuck wrong with these niggas? These labels always askin me to do a song with these niggas Doc, I think its time for you to open up the pharmacy, nigga And change this fuckin music shit, my nigga, you should consider Nah, Ive been doin me lokin, keepin these bad bitches open And keepin em wet, yep, see cause Long Beach right by that ocean Still sippin that gin and juice, my nigga, yep Im still on that potion And all these random niggas fake as fuck and Im still gettin noticed God damn, man, how we sposed to handle this shit, cuh Everything we built these niggas done dismantled this shit, cuh We gotta get back to that real, thats on the dub Another lesson from your uncle Snoop, what, what, what? Im just statin the facts Dont get no realer than that Satisfiction, attention, listen, play your position, player Shouldnt be too hard, my nigga Its supposed to be like a lay up Shouldnt be so hard to be yourself My nigga, wake up Stay up, pay up, straight up, cake up Thats what Im made of, high? Yup My life is all authentic, thats why Im goin way up Your satisfaction fictitious, your happiness is made up Simple pleasures, rock star livin Drugs and mansions, hit the ceilin Cars expensive, blow this action True revealin Satisfiction Satisfiction Satisfiction

Yeah! Ladies and gentleman Broadcastin live to you and yours Its Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit Yeah, bouncin, cmon The first day of the rest of my life X stand behind the mic like Walter Cronkite Yall keep the spotlight, Im keepin my rhymes tight Lose sight of what you believe and call it a night This aint the light-weight, cake mix shit that youre used to Teflon territory you just cant shoot through You gon shoot who? Not even on your best day Rollin the Wild West way, givin it up Leavin the whole world stuck not givin a fuck Laid in the cut, now we break through in the rut Hennesey and orange juice baby fill up a cup Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze Loosen up, let your hair down and join the festivities Overcrowd the house like lockdown facilities Bitches be quick to give me brains while the pistol range Goin up and down my dick like the stock exchange Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound Wont even say your own name when I come around Stay on top but remain from the underground to the Z and we all in the family Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound Wont even say your own name when I come around Stay on top but remain from the underground to the Z and we all in the family Ever since Xzibit could spit, been on some pimp shit Approach every woman like a potential mistress Shine bright, make sure that X stay tight Cause tonight I might meet my next ex-wife Mr. Big Chief Reefer, Xzibit use his dick like a Visa I run it through and money come out Runnin your mouth, Ill have somebody run in your house Borrow your spouse and have a little fun on the couch Now you know that it was bound to happen I came to give you what you lackin Whenever you hear them other niggas rappin Rockin chains, stadiums, paladiums, cracked craniums My whole skeleton is dipped in titanium Drop-top tinted on twenties Usin rappers like crash test dummies, stackin real estate and money Its funny how things change overnight when you thinkin right I beat the odds like Ike beat on his first wife Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound Wont even say your own name when I come around Stay on top but remain from the underground to the Z and we all in the family Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound Wont even say your own name when I come around Stay on top but remain from the underground to the Z and we all in the family What an event, we hardcore a hundred percent Makin it stick, Los Angeles proudly presents The real deal, how does it feel? No special effects Yank the chain off of your neck, demand the respect Now all your conversations sound strange to me Seem like everybody around me done changed but me I stand alone on my own two feet Stab a track, strangle the beat - Restless, no time for sleep Niggas be weak, Im concrete like Benjamin Grimm Its a very thin line between a foe and a friend Straight to the chin Call Doc, bounce to the spot and slide right in I aint tryin to see nothing but progress, regardless Home of the heartless, move right, remain cautious Represent nothing but the hustle and struggle Hennessy, rock plenty of ice, make it a double, and scream Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound Wont even say your own name when I come around Stay on top but remain from the underground to the Z and we all in the family Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound Wont even say your own name when I come around Stay on top but remain from the underground to the Z and we all in the family So there you have it - A-B-C, D-P-G-C X to the motherfuckin Z Mr. Xuberant, Xtravagant, Xtrordinary, Xciting, X-a-lotta XO with a little bit of Xtacy X-ing your bitch-ass out if you tryin to test the G And whats the recipe? Xcalibur weaponry And we shoot Xceptionally That there is hot - X marks the spot? Fuck naw, X spots the marks Xclamation point, niggas!

Yeah, this is another story about dogs For the dog that dont pee on trees is a bitch So says Snoop Dogg So you better get your pooper scooper, cause the niggas talkin shit Roof! Roof! Roof! Roof! Roof! Im sippin on Tanqueray With my mind on my money and my mouth fulla gan-jay R-A-G to the motherfuckin E Back with my nigga, S-N-double-O-P Rage in effect I just begun to rock Hey yo Rage, would you please drop some gangsta shit? I rock ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs Handcuffed as I bust, bout to tear shit up Oh, what? Did ya think I, didnt ever think I Would be the one to make you blink eye, Im catchy like pink-eye Never will there ever be another like me Um, you can play the left, cause it aint no right in me Out the picture, out the frame, out the box I knock em all Smack em out the park, like A Friendly Game of Baseball Grand slam, yes, I am Kickin up dust and I dont give a goddamn Cause Im that lyrical murderer, pleading guilty You know from my skills Im about to be– Filthy, large, Rage in charge You know whats happenin, dont try to play Raj This aint no rerun, see hon, dont you wanna be one However, Ragell wreck ya, cause Im def I kick my vocals, I loc yo, coast to coast or local, uh Ill make em go coo-coo for my Cocoa Puffin stuff, ayo Snoop, youre up Let these niggas know that niggas dont give a fuck This is just a small introduction to the G-funk era Everyday of my life I take a glimpse in the mirror And I see motherfuckers tryin to be like me Ever since I put it down with the D-R-E Foamin at the mouth and waggin his tail Searchin through the yard with a keen sense of smell Lookin for the business in heat And when he find it hell be sniffin her seat We travel in packs and we do it from the back How else can you get to the booty? We do it doggystyle, all the while we do it doggystyle Yo motherfuckin hoe! He fucked the fleas off the bitch, he shaked the ticks off his dick And in the booty, he buries his motherfuckin bone And if theres any left over, hell roll over and take a doggy bag home Damn, that Tanqueray is talkin to a nigga I aint bullshittin, one of yall niggas gotta get it Man, I got to piss Breath test?

We do this in our sleep, nigga Yeah Ever been in love before? I wanna holla at you, ma You know its hard for a player to admit that sometimes But Ima spit that sometimes, yknow what Im sayin? Ayy, P, give it to me one time nephew Theres something bout this girl man, from around my way She from around the way Ever try to hold back your feelings, but it just wouldnt stay It wouldnt stay, wouldnt stay But when I finally found the words to say I wanted to run away , simply run away, oh You can try to run and hide, it wont make a difference You can lie to yourself, let me reason Sure it hurts when it comes to your attention That youre in love with the girl Yes sir, thats her But it wasnt like that back when I met her The lavish life from all the dough spun Before the double R had to hitchhike thumb Her friends didnt like niggas like us But I arrested the coochie and her feelings got cuffed Spider web sex must have got caught up But theres more to it I remember once Sayin Lets shit on the peons Lets go to Vegas and watch Celine Dion Make em say What we on? You say no like you was doin it for eons Fuck it I just hum and let the watch give off the neons When it rains it pours, I laugh to myself when I change the score You said my sex was a lot but my brain gave you more And somethin bout how your ex was a toy, I guess he played games Its only diamond dice here not tryin to justify But when you shut your eye you can touch the sky You in trouble ma, and you should pray about speed But if thats bout you, what that say about me? What you say, say, say? But when I finally found the words to say I wanted to run away , simply run away, oh Check it out, check it out You can try to run and hide, it wont make a difference You can lie to yourself, let me reason Sure it hurts when it comes to your attention That youre in love with the girl See Im a crip in dark blue Chucks And I does what I does yeah I might say cuz Its really weird cause a nigga got love Snoop Doggs a crip and the girl was a blood She told me that her baby daddy was a thug Now it is what it is and it was not was Im hollerin at lil mama like what Monday morn stack tryna get my cheese back All these memories breed seed to the rhythm rhyme pleaser Lay back while we sippin on a breezer Fresh four pack sittin in the freezer Aint that Kadija I heard she was a skeezer She used to hit them licks wit the visas When I seen her wit the homies I was like Jesus Its been a little minute since I seen her Hope her man dont run up cause Ill have to pull the nina Theres something bout this girl man, from around my way Ever try to hold back your feelings, but it just wouldnt stay But when I finally found the words to say I wanted to run away, simply run away You can try to run and hide, it wont make a difference You can lie to yourself, or try to reason Sure it hurts when it comes to your attention That youre in love with the girl Theres somethin bout this girl man Theres somethin bout this girl man Theres somethin bout this girl man Theres somethin bout this girl man

Show no fear, we made it clear That the warriors are coming and we no play We at war with the army of haters And when we kill em we just smoke em like papers Somebody get me my crown cuz Im feeling it now You might be a lord; but here comes the king You might be a lord; but here comes the king Here I comea steppin in the dance Here I comea steppin in the dance Posted up the wall here inna mi stance Posted up the wall here inna mi stance We never fail, we only shine with brilliance One king one faith one religion And if you hear me come and join the revolution One king one faith one religion And if you hear me come and join the revolution We at war with the army of haters And when we kill em we just smoke em like papers Somebody get me my crown cuz Im feeling it now You might be a lord; but here comes the king You might be a lord; but here comes the king They gonna love me Call me black chutney All gold chrome with the diamonds in the back Lil homies in the front dont know how to act We comin deep and you never see us smiling 10 million strong and we rumble and we riding Two shots up for my Africans Been around the world and back again Feel so good gotta let me in Power to the people let em kiss the ring Bow - here comes the king We at war with the army of haters And when we kill em we just smoke em like papers Somebody get me my crown cuz Im feeling it now You might be a lord; but here comes the king You might be a lord; but here comes the king They know me in Japan and Pakistan Ganja makes me lord of all the land Im royalty no need for me to wear a crowm Born a rebel then I became a man I heard a voice, he said that I would understand One king one faith one religion And if you love me come and join the revolution One king one faith one religion And if you love me come and join the revolution We at war with the army of haters And when we kill em we just smoke em like papers Somebody get me my crown cuz Im feeling it now You might be a lord; but here comes the king You might be a lord; but here comes the king

Yo Doc what up my nigga Snoop Dogg, this is what it is mane This record is so motherfuckin gangsta man I think its time for me and you to just, tone it down a bit Come on... Imagine it never happened Imagine no rappin Imagine niggas trapped imagining having action Imagine how these niggas could be actin if we never got this shit crackin Imagine lifes so hard You cant imagine its like livin in the City of God, you feel me? Imagine life on the yard Or tryin to get that dollar on some shitty ass job Imagine Biggie with his son Imagine Pac gettin called pop by one Imagine a mother struggling Dealing with a system that dont give a fuck about who shot her son Imagine life where you cant win When you get out of the ghetto and go right to the pen When you get out to the pen you go right to the jenz So if you get back to the streets you go right back in Imagine Russell still struggling No Def Jam, just another nigga hustlin And aint no rocks on them fellas Just rocks on them fellas, just tryin to keep it bubblin Imagine niggas just stuck From the East to the West Coast, everybody fucked up I cant imagine no less But it dont take imagination to know niggas been blessed with hip-hop Before we go, can you imagine? With your ears, clear your mind – can you imagine? Paint a picture in the sky - can you imagine? Please call emergency Ive been dreamin all my life Can you imagine being lit up by some hot shells? Imagine being tossed around and put in jail Imagine life when you cant get from under Imagine niggas at ya when you done fo Remember how they asked you What you run for? and treat ya like a bitch When they kick you in your dick and take your shit Reactin like they hate to see you gung ho But just imagine if the rabbit got the gun, though But you already know Imagine niggas in the LBC Felt just like Snoop Dogg and D-R-E And felt just like them niggas in the 2-1-3 Then imagine thats whats coming when you fuckin with me Imagine you was up on top of this shit Imagine if the bitches could stay off this dick I mean, imagine we said fuck this shit Imagine if my niggas got together and tore up this bitch, yeah You cant imagine growing up in the jail, dumb Happy just to be alive, watching all your people run Would you imagine growing up to sell you 50 million records Worldwide or fuckin off somebodys son Imagine if these niggas never saw a color Would it be peaceful in them streets where niggas kill each other? All a drunk fool get is pissed-on balls Keep fuckin off my niggas, they gone murder us all Imagine that Before we go, can you imagine? With your ears, clear your mind – can you imagine? Paint a picture in the sky - can you imagine? Please call emergency, Ive been dreamin all my life, all my life Before we go, can you imagine? With your ears, clear your mind – can you imagine? Paint a picture in the sky - can you imagine? Please call emergency, Ive been dreamin all my life, all my life Imagine, imagine Yeah, yeah, oh yeah Can you imagine? Can you imagine? Can you imagine? Imagine, imagine In the name of Allah, in the name of God The beneficent, the merciful The one God to whom all praise is due Regardless of land, labor, or title No matter what name you call God by Whenever life seems hard Everybody know that you must talk to God

Keep it real, this how Im comin in it from the jump Youre so beautiful, I kiss and hit it from the front Take you everywhere with me cause I love to stunt Money everywhere, baby, cause you love to stunt Hit the strip club with me, make ten Gs Well be runnin up the bag til it empties Got a temper cause she bad, dont tempt me Shawty, Im a different man off the Hennessy Tryna hit it so good you remember me Pussy good like Fuckin your body, I let it go down I make it ring like the Neptunes song You hold it down like a stunner, you done cleaned that You hold it down every summer in Celine bag Oh, when youre givin me love, you never keep that You never give me enough, knowin I need that We gon fuck up the sheets, send em to the cleaners We might smoke weed on the way and catch a misdemeanor Im a young nigga that wanna get with you and beat it My ex hate when Im with you, its gettin her heated Cause youre so beautiful Oh, oh, oh, oh Said youre beautiful Oh, oh, oh What can I say to you that you aint never heard? Im breakin it down, shawty, Im talkin bout every word Observe how I splizz-erve, slick like a iceberg Cold with the wizz-ords and lit like my izz-erd Of course it all matters if you with it or not Cause if you dont, you wont, but if you get it, you got Aint nothin wrong with this, now peep it out And if its too hard, then go ahead and bleep it out See, Ima tell you what I see cause what I see is all I know Ill wrap you up with a bow, lay you out on the floor And let Tory tell the story cause you know how it go Then hit the switch in my blue 64, mmh-mmh Beautiful Oh, oh, oh, oh Said youre beautiful Oh, oh You know how to let me know if I done enough Touch down in it, put them numbers up You wanna leave cause he dont make you cum enough Well, guess what? Im the next runner-up Big bank, baby, and I spend it all on you Fuck it up in here, thats what we ought to do A lot of options, I could call em through I switch her option like an audible Bentley Bentayga, girl, you gets paper They be pocket watchin the money you get paid I wanna fly you to the sand in Jamaica You damaged your makeup, still managed to make it, yeah Humble as ever, but stunt with the cheddar, yeah You grind with me, we gon come up together, yeah Pretty days, we gon stunt it together Cause the Rolls Royce I drive, it come with umbrellas I dont talk no shit cause I just back that shit up Ima flip lil shawty like the spatula Ima sink my teeth in it deep, Dracula Pretty Rick when I hit it, have you spectacular, uh Beautiful Oh, oh, oh, oh Said youre beautiful Oh, oh, oh Yeah Something about you Theres something about you Theres something about you , beautiful , I just wanted you

Starts off like a small town marriage Lovely wife and life, baby carriage Now all the stars have cars, success of course But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce And Im a star Yea, and I dont have to go to Hollywood Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on I really think theyre stealing from us like a sample song I really wish one day wed take it back like hammers home The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home And all I got in return was a darn country song This whole country wrong Oh, but you right if you just put a little ice on And cut your mic on but you dont even write songs But Hollywood make you spit like a python, I meant Cobra Im so not sober Im high like a Hollywood Coffee or soda, you can call me a roller Hold up, your grills glistenin Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different Whats the real sense of it? Bling bling, I know and did you know Im the creator of the term, I just straightened the perm They let it sit too long, they just makin it burn Make a movie of our lifestyle, but they earn Like a dead body burned on the mantle piece Thats why I try not to lie on wax like this candle grease And I bes the little nigga, cooler than anti-freeze Defrost on your window pane - Lil Wayne But in Hollywood its Litt-le Wayne, dont make me none So thats why I got a pre-nup I do Starts off like a small town marriage Lovely wife and life, baby carriage Now all the stars have cars, success of course But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce Yeah, Yeah A is for Adamsville B is for Bowen Homes See if I give a fuck if you like me you know I dont If she aint got a good head on her leave that ho alone If she do got some good head on her let her sing a song D is for what I serve, I dont be on no curb She aint no junkie neither, I aint no dope dealer But she keep coming back three stacks must be some crack Put that pipe in her lap, she aint know how to act Now that Ive got your undivided attention, Im Gonna say this and run under condition one Promise me you gon stack, promise me you gon ball Promise me youll invest three fourth of it all For what? So your kids, kids, kids can have some cheese Cant get with it? Get, get, get, get, get on your knees Cause wealth is the word Rich is round the corner from the curb Dont like what I write? Shoot me a bird Tenth grade, the way was paved for me and Dre to create Like Dr. Frankenstein of arts and crafts Now could we make ah a difference Antwan Patton and André Benjamin Been jammin for you crabbing rap niggas and journalists Thats quick to misprint public and private business Then retract back for deaf ears and think its dismissed Part two the sequel all new Kast Just aint the same gang of nerds on the internet Slandering your name behind that screen name Theyre lame and their life is pretty plain M&Ms with no nuts Wont show up face-to-face straight bitch made Like puppies on the nipples of a mutt Address it on a case-by-case basis like the judge What about these lyin ass hoes tryin to plot Or these niggas on the block who want the queen But even she can walk well miss her we aint gon fake it But God dont make mistakes must be something bigger waiting Starts off like a small town marriage Lovely wife and life, baby carriage Now all the stars have cars, success of course But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce I do, love you but you hate me at the same time Lights, camera, action, its game time Do you take this here as your lovely wife? To love her and cherish her for all your life? I solemnly swear to dare share and take you there And me and you together, baby, we a lucky pair Its been a long time, we walked a thin line Others say they got you but you been mine As I sit back and watch all them cat fights Domestic violence — is that right? But you love the Dogg, gave me the spotlight And now Im growin up, showin up, blowin up I never ever thought that we would separate at all But you played me like a game of football Used to feed me, need me, dress me Now its so messy straight cut out and left me Hollywood divorce All the fresh styles always start off as a good little hood thing Look at blues, rock, jazz, rap Not even talkin about music Everything else too By the time it reach Hollywood its over But its cool We just keep it goin and make new shit Take our game, take our name Give us a little fame And then they kick us to the curb thats a cold thang

Yeah man whats going on man its really really pimpin up in here man I know you aint seen pimpin in a long time man, Ive been MIA You know what Im sayin missin in action I aint been on no milk carton box But Ive been milking and boxing these bitches Cause they got to step they game up, you know what I mean? What you lookin at? What you waitin for? Go on, come on in the door Drop it to the floor and just You a kid You drink gin Is that your friend? Tell a nigga you with you better Break it down bitch, let me see you back it up Drop that ass down low then pick that motherfucker up Break it down bitch, let me see you back it up Drop that ass down low then pick that motherfucker up Back that pussy tease a motherfucker Back that pussy tease a motherfucker Back that pussy tease a motherfucker Back that pussy tease a motherfucker Rub that shit its yours bitch, grab his dick its yours bitch Rub that shit its yours bitch, grab his dick its yours bitch Now turn around bitch, put that ass on a nigga Grind on his dick make it get a little bigger Now turn around bitch, put that ass on a nigga Grind on his dick make it get a little bigger What you lookin at? What you waitin for? Go on, come on in the door Drop it to the floor and just You a kid You drink gin Is that your friend? Tell a nigga you with you better Bitch wanna act like she aint never been with Fast lane pimpin on, the nails with the French tip Potato chip yup with a French dip Say she wanna French kiss all on my diznick Its cool, go on and break fool if you have to What which you wont do bitch Imma slap you Stay in line ho its a pimp affair If you down to get low I can take you there But you cant fake once you hit the gate Shake till it ache, work that birthday cake You say you wanna make it ho Well quit bullshittin and get naked ho Now you always got to be hot and vicious So move them biscuits and hit them tricks, bitch Now you got about a minute to fix this Cuz Im trying to find a bitch thats bootylicious What you lookin at? What you waitin for? Go on, come on in the door Drop it to the floor and just You a kid You drink gin Is that your friend? Tell a nigga you with you better P-U-S-S-Y, run a world, Im the girl in the flesh, ah Lookin for a nigga that will suck me like a blow pop Run that dick to the door, do me baby dont stop Same nigga talkin all that shit Just a little bitch, little balls, little dick Let me show you how to work your tongue like a hurricane We aint here to play no games, baby give me everything I know you like me when I drop it down low Show it from the back, look back, let it roll Drop it to the floor like a G bitch supposed to Shake it shake it shake it make a nigga go postal But thats for fucking with a Miami girl Get your man, take his money, and then buy the world So nigga dont front, cuz fat wallets and big dicks is all I want What you lookin at? What you waitin for? Go on, come on in the door Drop it to the floor and just You a kid You drink gin Is that your friend? Tell a nigga you with you better Chuuuch, Preach, Tabernacle Chuuuch, Preach, Tabernacle Chuuuch, Preach, Tabernacle Chuuuch, Preach, Tabernacle Chuuuch, Preach, Tabernacle Chuuuch, Preach, Tabernacle Chuuuch, Preach, Tabernacle Chuuuch, Preach, Tabernacle What you lookin at? What you waitin for? Go on, come on in the door Drop it to the floor and just You a kid You drink gin Is that your friend? Tell a nigga you with you better

Im heavy hearted, heavy handed, misunderstanded Turn a permanent repercussion, I empty the cannon Im addicted to ganja, roll it up in the wood Drink a gallon of Henny, throw it up for the hood Imma ride for my people, give my people a voice Never followed a leader, use my weapon of choice This is not an illusion, this is not a mirage Conversation with God, spilling my soul out I own assault weapons that fold out like Megatron The iron long, drop bottom bombs on Babylon So tag along like a dog with a vagabond Smoke till the cess is gone Niggas on their grind, put my motherfucking records on So they can relate to the hate and the pain To the struggle and strain Never take it in vain, breathing one and the same Pressure push your forehead out the back of your brain So west Bout to bring the coast back, bout to bring the coast back Told them make it nasty like some motherfucking cognac Pull up on your niggas like Jordan at the three line Still in the hood, hanging like beehives Your money like knee-high, my money like ye-high I whip the Porsche like its a horse, maybe say yee-ha We striped like Adidas, and be bang like speakers Bout to cop a couple of houses and have more spots than cheetas You sell with the coke, I sell with the flow You off-brand rappers wouldnt sell/sail with a boat You be tweeting a lot, you be talking too much But when daytime pass, you still wouldnt bust We can pinky-promise, but I still wouldnt trust They talk down on me, but I still look up Just was talking to Nip, he say he still fucked up Its the westside, niggas get chipped like woodchuck What I represent, the whole coast line All on my back, fool, Imma hold mine I do it everyday, I do this every time I got my motherfucking nine every, every time I told you why I came, see this is all about The way we push the east coast all the way to the south You see us in the north, hey man, we going off Seventeen shots, hit em, look, throw the Molotov Blowing up the building, I raise, everybody feel it Everywhere a rage, you can feel me coming through Everyday dropping down, throw everything I got When I fly high as the sky Walking on the clouds, say it loud Im so hood, nigga, too bad to be good Looking at em like I wish they would I burn em all every time, any place and they know they could Step to the side any place, stepping up in Inglewood I got the homies, on lock They dont make em like me no more Matter of fact, they never have, never will Theyll never be another E 4-0 I told you once before I aint rapping too fast, yall just listening too slow You may not see me on the TV channel But in the hood Im still hot like the left-sink handle Mobster like Marlon Brando or should I say Tony Soprano? I hit you with the heel of my .40 caliber handle Platinum and gold plaques I was doing the damn thing while yall was drinking Similac Macking on mine, thats what I told your batch She think Im a .jpeg, she wanna get attached Turn up like the vegetable Speaking of vegetables, right now Im on this medical I got this heinous style Im feeling mane, Im throwed Im a boss, put the president on hold I got big plans to make, big dough to get I got big tracks to rhyme on, this supposed to hit Got big bottles to buy, big bushes to saw Now how the hell yall hate me and Im just like yall? I need a watch thats shiny To make the spine be the same color as the piping on the seats behind me Diamonds in the ring, and the watch is apparent I aint gotta prove Im fly; parrot I’m Phillip Drummond producing the Mrs. Garret If the shoe fits, ten and a half, I can wear it I spit it like I meant it, you resent it? Splendid I spit the four bars before this verse had ended Whatever the trend is, I pen, this is not freestyle I’d like to see my pistol like Lennon did A big kid, and an even bigger adult Im slow flowed, I should be pushing Renault And Im solo, yo If I said Id be doing this at 16, would you believe me? Or see me to be just the innocent Kendrick youve seen in the street With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat Im mashing all of my skeletons, would you jump in a seat Would you say my intelligence now is great relief? And its safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep With dreams of being a lawyer, a doctor Instead of a boy with a chopper that hold the culdesac hostage And do em all if they gossip Children on the corn, stay vandalizing the option Of living a lie, driving their bodies with toxics Constantly drinking and drive Hit the powder then watch this flame that arrive in his eye Listen coward the concept is aim it, then bang it, then slide Out the bitch the deposit The prize on his head that tithes probablyll go to the projects I live inside the belly of the critics And Snoop passed us the torch, Imma burn you rappers with it Whats up? Yeah, its back on me I guess Ill take the microphone casually And do my thug-izzle straight from the dome And let you niggas know thats watching at home BET, easily, let me show you how it go S-N double O, break down a smooth flow Breaking like dominoes Lay it on the table for you Let you a little game for your mind Get a lawyer, this is too much for you You couldnt understand Let me drop another plan holding my left hand Moving my right hand, dropping the next game Quik doing his damn thing, Im spitting mo flame Preme there on the turntables cutting up shit like Snoopy D-O double G, making you get right Never, ever hit like, we do this like West coast motherfucker, bust in your face like What?

Word on the street Im a suspect Hangin with the killers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet Catch a nigga slippin from behind OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! Im still hanging with them killers and them convicts Push start, no key, dont need a locksmith Pop shit, split your top lift Chop sticks, still knock a nigga right up out his rocksmith O.G. Bobby Johnson - catch a nigga slipping while he joggin Tater on the end of the Ruger Bottom of the stick hangin out there; Mr. Cooper Word on the street, your son, hes a thief Your partner got him stealing radios every week Told you once jealousy, thats a bitch nigga trait Better keep the grass cut, so you can watch out for the snakes Word on the street Im a suspect Hangin with the killers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet Catch a nigga slippin from behind OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! Jumped out of bed with a bitch Right hand on my heat, left hand on my dick Sea salt, he robbed than a motherfucker OG Bobby Johnson? Nah, nigga, never love him OG LB City is the town Run up, get gunned down Nigga, we dont fuck around Ask Ray-Ray, Jay-Jay and Kay-Kay Shot a nigga in the daytime with the AK Nigga aint even on the run, get loose Turn stick, quick tip, bang mine with the deuce, what it do? All my niggas is realer But Bobby Johnson is a bonafide killer Mama was a ho, step-daddy was a dealer Yellow brick motherfucking Pittsburgh Steeler Nigga? Nigga better raise up Dip my stick, nigga, when I blaze up As up, Ks up Im from the dub where the homies say treys up I am cripping with the niggas in the projects Goin down where the homie sell the bomb at And dont get caught out of bounds We get touchdown, shut down, nigga get cut down Real game, kill game Bobby Johnson, thats my motherfucking real name, deuce Word on the street Im a suspect Hangin with the killers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet Catch a nigga slippin from behind OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! Just got off a call with the homie Gino Thats my manager, he be really boosting my ego Said you crack, nigga, and every line is a kilo I said stop playing, stop drinking the Clicquot Stay out them bars, nigga But really I could kill them with these bars, nigga Really give them scars, nigga I chips on the tooth like Nas, nigga Make me spit cold verses too, all these odd niggas But 50 my favorite rapper, he got shot 8 bullets like Leroy and then he got hot I feel bad, I met Premo before he got knocked Cop 4 jackets right out of my pop spot That Ferg apparel, this life will lay down Cee-Lo with grown ups stacking a Burrough I can talk about my life, but that aint the hour Rather Shabba Ranks with a skank and skeet in her mouth My daddy in heaven, I try to keep him smilin And take his little brother out to eat Italian Thats my big uncle T Ferg, used to be wildin But now he getting rapper money, he should be proud of him I got a thing for dark skin and big booties Just got into model girls, some slim cuties Ill fuck ya industry bitches, say I did it Piece of pie, but industry bitches really with it Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks Trying to hop a model chick, probably Tyra Banks Put the potato on the hammer, let it bang Cause Im OG Bobby Johnson, A$AP Mob be the gang Word on the street Im a suspect Hangin with the killers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet Catch a nigga slippin from behind OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG like its South Central Nigga had a brick in a rental Since I aint dead or in jail from it Put my life in this instrumental like Im straight out of Compton See my boys in the hood, we a menace, its a problem Nigga only know about a kilogram Old school, I could just kill a man Kids running up to my old school Get a hundred dollars from the dealer man I aint gotta lie in my music Give you game, teach you how to use it If he aint trying to help you come up Leave his broke ass suck a new dick My numbers dont lie when the feds taking score Cellphone in my name, thats it, nothing more 458 in the driveway Niggas cant see me on the highway Got the house sitting on the water Pulling up looking like Somalis I heard one time from a rich nigga These niggas hoes like a bitch nigga Like the last song on my album Stay the fuck away from a snitch nigga Word on the street Im a suspect Hangin with the killers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet Catch a nigga slippin from behind OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson!

Oh yeah! Red light Stop right, there where you are Red light Stop right, there where you are Out of the frying pan, into the fire Burning down the peoples souls My high anxiety is getting higher It feels like I’m gonna blow Gone is the breeze, it used to be so sweet Poison is the wind that blows It can’t be long till the military come With a knock, knock, knock on your door Alright Red light Stop right, there where you are Red light Stop right, there where you are Emancipation Race relation Most of the rebels are gone The trust in nation The time we’re wastin’ The people’s patience is gone Broken economy, our straits are dire Even more than before I need some betterness to take me higher Feels like I’m gonna blow Gone are the days when people used to say “Everything is alright” No place to run, now here your karma come With a knock, knock, knock on your door Red light Stop right, there where you are Red light Stop right, there where you are Red light Stop right, there where you are Red light Stop right, there where you are Pick up the pieces, let it begin, cause this is the way that we flow Higher and higher and higher we go Through dedication, self-preservation Haile Selassie Marcus Garvey Malcolm and Martin All the rebels are gone We’ve lost our way Darkness is the day Most of the rebels are gone Red light Red light Red light We can ride, we can roll, we can breathe We can talk, we can walk, we can stop At the We can smoke, we can do what we want We be real, we be blunt, we just stop At the We’ll stay true, we be you We be up way above, and no push and no shove At the We can ride, we can roll, we can breathe We can talk, we can walk, we just stop At the We can smoke, we can do what we want We be real, we be blunt, and just stop At the We’ll stay true, we be you We be way up above and no push and no shove At the

No Limit forever Diamond Lane, Master P in this motherfucker Problem, its bout to be a motherfuckin problem From my hood to your hood My lil niggas bout to wild out How you do that there? Nigga, we dont care Who that, talkin bout, who that? Run up on me? You get your ass beat blue black Go on get nerve, Im off the curb Push mountains of herb, you niggas already heard The bro Berg keep a pistol grip pump on his lap at all times Wherever, however, cause young niggas stay tryin See em and be like, “Huh, nigga, what?” “Huh? Give a fuck like what?” Uh, hell yeah, this the remix, these bitches comin harder than cement The kind that put the blow to they nose, no Kleenex Shinin like the sun, no Phoenix Diamond Lane gang, wear it big, no 3X free Miller You gangbangin foolie chucker More niggas still good on the block, Timmy Duncan Knockin niggas out they style like a fuckin 50 dumpin Labels can’t advance me, that Cali nigga that got Diddy dancin Yeah, Im just doin my thang Fingers in the sky Bang- bang- banging my gang like ooh Go on fall back Cause you dont want no problems like that Cause we gon be like Huh? Nigga what? Huh? Give a fuck, nigga whaat? A nigga be like Huh? Nigga what? Huh? Give a fuck, nigga whaat? A nigga be like Hahaha, uh, what’s smackin? 30, under 30, Im a young rich black man Ooh, what’s happenin? No, it aint Taylor, less my hands is in Grands Ima spend, grams put them in Seen that Bombay, ran from the gin Stayin low key, still they know me Smokin OG, and I blow it by the O-Z We faded, hoe, please Im gettin stupid high, me and P-R-O-B My J’s super old, Rick Owens, no sleeves We at the after-party, you can bring your own weed And we gon’ take shots until someone has to drive us home Come from a place where they do tote that chrome Smile on they face, but aint nothin a game Stackin that paper, don’t get in their way or rat-tat-tat Yeah, Im just doin my thang Fingers in the sky Bang- bang- banging my gang like ooh Go on fall back Cause you dont want no problems like that Cause we gon be like Huh? Nigga what? Huh? Give a fuck, nigga whaat? A nigga be like Huh? Nigga what? Huh? Give a fuck, nigga whaat? A nigga be like Look, okay, it’s OHB so nigga, bag bag I got an ounce of that bounce in a Glad bag Molly fuckin up my liver, got a bad back And if you tryna fuck with her, Ima tax that Ass all on the floor, Im tryna pour it up, bitch Lean on my dick, so slow it up, bitch And the police tryna pull up on the scene Then they ask you what you seen? I aint seen shit A hundred niggas right behind me that’s the drum line All you hear is, Blat, blat, hit it one time Fuck a punch line, nigga, had bread since the lunch line I can put them soldiers on the front line Open season, just nigga give me the reason to bust And just let it squeeze and my rope-a-dope is the meanest I box you up in the freezer, comatose, paraplegic Im dodgin the misdemeanors hopin I don’t get subpoenas but I Yeah, Im just doin my thang Fingers in the sky Bang- bang- banging my gang like ooh Go on fall back Cause you dont want no problems like that Cause we gon be like Huh? Nigga what? Huh? Give a fuck, nigga whaat? A nigga be like Huh? Nigga what? Huh? Give a fuck, nigga whaat? A nigga be like Huh, bangin out the truck Im T-Raww, bitch, gon let a nigga fuck Huh, bitch, you heard what I said Your bitch is a bird, but I don’t give her bread What? Problem pass the weed These niggas claim they ballin, then why they clothes free? These motherfuckers cheap like a nosebleed seat You aint gotta go to Miami, bitch, to feel the heat LA, burner to your belly My niggas OGs, keep the burner in the telly Gettin head til it ache, that’s a motherfucking headache Do this shit tonight, send it straight to felly felly Nigga, why? Im selling dreams, the money team Niggas spend crack but they aint got no fiends Got the juice and the cream, Wu-Tang, Rakim Im a motherfuckin, money machine, nigga Yeah, Im just doin my thang Fingers in the sky Bang- bang- banging my gang like ooh Go on fall back How ya do that there? Me and Problem gettin paid But don’t fuck with you broke hoes, niggas, or you haters Man D. Howard with the motherfuckin Lakers I represent the street, No Limit is the label Throw your hoods up, motherfucker, where you from? We in this bitch deep and it can get dumb Niggas in the back, motherfucker, poppin bottles Chasin bad bitches and them niggas throwin dollars Louis V down from my head to my toes C-Murder in the pen, and that iron gettin swole Never gave a fuck ’bout no niggas wanna hate Keep the chopper in the car, case a nigga wanna play She showed me the titties, I call them bitches Dhali I know she a freak, cause she gone off molly Pushin 160 when Im ridin in the Ghost You aint from round here, nigga, better walk slow, or get smoked

Rolling up another Swisha, listening to the beat again Dranking but we concentrating, smoke another Sweet again Steadily rewinding trying to make some hot shit Oh. what a job this is Another all nighter trying to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit Oh, what a job this is Dranking yet Im thinking of another rhyme Smoking, hoping that some bad news will come some other time Cause Im trying to do what I love; I love what I do This music is something more different than the weed and the brew Thats why we mashing we aint asking for nothing we working for it Push it, peddle it to the people, they cant ignore it This is for all the independents, a few major labels The big studios who still give niggas favors On the mixing and mastering Puzzling and plastering the tracks together On tapes, CDs, wax or whatever This is for all the engineers who smoke weed Cant forget about the production costs and all the hidden fees For another rhyme written, we spend time spitting in the booth Sometimes its like a pigeon coop But its all for the cause So Im gonna continue to MC and smoke weed You know Im... Rolling up another Swisha, listening to the beat again Dranking but we concentrating, smoke another Sweet again Steadily rewinding trying to make some hot shit Oh, what a job this is Another all nighter trying to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit Oh, what a job this is As easy as it looks to you, I make it look so easy With the music I be making, the impression I be leaving A lot of folks they stop and stare, thinking Ima trick it off I roll another bleezy, puff it, pass it and shake it off Move on to the next phase and its amazing The next generation of rappers, big Snoop Dogg raising em Thats fifteen years in the game Still got the fortune and fame, yeah Im doing my thang Check this Devin, somebody said that real Gs to go heaven So Imma keep spitting the truth on these fools like a reverend Stay open like 7-11, thats 24/7 When you need some hot shit, stop by and get you a beverage Im serving, my rhymes like nickels and dimes Plug it in, let it play and let me blow your mind Its the dominant, conglomerate, prominent, and Imma get What I gotta get, twist another Sweet and bob to the beat Rolling up another Swisha, listening to the beat again Dranking but we concentrating, smoke another Sweet again Steadily rewinding trying to make some hot shit Oh, what a job this is Another all nighter trying to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit Oh, what a job this is We work nights, we some vampires Niggas gather round the beat like a campfire Singing folk songs, but not no Kumbaya my Lord You download it for free, we get charged back for it I know youre saying, they wont know, they wont miss it Besides, I aint a thief, they wont pay me a visit So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob And take a couple kernels off it that would be alright with you Yeah, exactamundo But we just keep recording and it aint to get no condo And Candy Bentley fanny with no panties in Miami And that cute lil chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys See, we do it for that boy that graduated That looked you in your eyes real tough and say preciate it And that he wouldnta made it if it wasnt for your CD number nine And hes standing with his baby momma Kiki and she crying Talkin bout, that they used to get high to me in high school And they used to make love to me in college Then they told me bout they first date, listenin to my tunes And how he liked her fingernail polish I say Hate to cut you off but I gotta go I wish you could tell me mo, but Im off to the studio Gotta write tonight Hey, can you put us in your raps? I dont see why not Devin is the Dude, you gon probably hear him talkin bout– Rolling up another Swisha, listening to the beat again Dranking but we concentrating, smoke another Sweet again Steadily rewinding trying to make some hot shit Oh, what a job this is Another all nighter trying to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit Oh, what a job this is Yeah, this life we live, what a job this is—real spit, man A lot of folks wanna walk in these shoes But they just dont know, man, its a hell of a job, man To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man We got a lot to deal with Family members we gotta always look out for Baby momma nagging, you namsayin, kids need this And then again the public need that, we gotta make hot music Cause if it aint hot, it dont mean shit But you know, its all in a days work What a job this is my nigga Whats crack-a-lacking, Devin the Dizzude? Snoop D-O dub, J Prince, Jas Prince Yeah, Rap-A-Lot still on top, 2007 What a job this is

Twas the night before Christmas And all through the hood Aint shit that was stirring: Nope, it was all good The stocking was hung on my big fat dick We was hoping to get some of that good shit From old jolly Saint Nick The children were snuggled up, sleeping in bed My bitch on my jock, giving holiday head When outside my crib there rolled such a clatter I stuck my head out and yelled What tha fuck is the matter?! Then a fat, red pimp got out of his ride It was perfectly clear he was from the North Side Yo Santa whats up? Did you bring me some chronic? And Tanqueray gin I can mix with my tonic? He said ho, ho, ho and opened his sack It was stuffed full of indo, had to take a step back Is this for the Dogg? Did you bring this for me? To blaze with my hoes and my closest homies? He just nodded his head, his eyes about shut It was then that I knew that Saint Nick was fucked up He ate all my motherfuckin cookies I left on the plate Then he went to the fridge And he ate, and he ate, and that fat motherfucka ate And when he was done When the cupboard was bare He packed his shit up and got outta there Good night Doggy Dogg! he said from the sky Merry Christmas to all you motherfuckers And to all a good high Merry Christmas From the Dogg Pound And everybody have a happy new year, ho ho ho

Yeah, back up in yo ass with a twenty sack Dont wanna fuck with me Dogg Pound Gangstas, we do it like that Motherfuckers out there be, like, takin our styles Be tryin to do they own little dissin But they cant do it, you know So we gonna do it like this Sit back relax and get a cool one I oughta start dippin Sippin on that S-T gets me to trippin I dont slips, I bangs With that mad-ass Dogg Pound Gang its a DPG thang Kurupt from the S.C. You wanna test me, lets see if youll survive .45 times Like a hollow-point headed for your dome Take a couple of steps, turn around, and its on Couldnt withstand the murderous mental I subdue, and then take two to your temple When I cause holocaust from whats written Niggas collapsing when the straps is spittin Look, this is how its done, nigga One two three, I grab my strap, you best run, nigga I gives a fuck, Kurupts the kingpin of the click Littlest G, with the biggest dick Shit, a motherfucker better recognize With a twist of my wrist like O.J. you all die I snack on motherfuckers like a bone Known to be the shit upon the microphone Ever since I was born; not to ever love a bitch Learned game after game, thats why we are the best Motherfuckers be gankin styles minute after minute But soon as you did it, I smelled the niggas shitted Now what would you do If you could fuck with me or my crew? But you cant, so dont even think about Steppin in the motherfuckin house Now what would you do If you could fuck with me or my crew? But you cant, so dont even think about Steppin in the motherfuckin house Bitches butterfly all day, while I steady make my pay Every single day in the LBC Cruisin through the Eastside, me and Lil Style In the back of a green 6-4 bustin freestyles Theres no escape, give me the papes and the tape case How much money can a nigga make in one place? The review, aint shit new You stupid motherfuckers cant fuck with my crew I see all these niggas tryin to get with my kin folk Get so many busters on the West Coast And then, to say the least I see a few trick-ass niggas layin low on the East Coast And the question is asked: Do you wanna rap, scrap, or blast? Cause Dat Nigga Dazll be the first one to hit him Oh yeah, fuck B.G. Knocc Out and every nigga down wit him Cause Im a natural born killer In a Steeler hat, motherfucker, cause its like that Now what would you do If you could fuck with me or my crew? Theres so many motherfuckers that I can include Whos quick to blast motherfuckers in a feud? It doesnt make a difference Cause its about whos the quickest On the draw to end all existence For instance, lets take these Ruthless fools These Ruthless fools and the Pound in one room Assume, its only for conversation So lets conversate, slip a nigga the .38, then dip Empty out the clip Mind on set-trip, cause niggas talk shit Now if a nigga had a prayer before a nigga died Would the nigga be dead or would he stay alive? And if I was in your shoes, would I survive? Probably not, youd probably let your Glock go pop Now drop to your knees And picture Dat Nigga Daz flowin in the breeze Now what would you do If you could fuck with me or my crew? But you cant, so dont even think about Steppin in the motherfuckin house Now what would you do If you could fuck with me or my crew? But you cant, so dont even think about Steppin in the motherfuckin house, bitch! From the twitch of the eyes You can see the line, just know it when you see it Cause it messes up the flow, to the real fillings, yknow And Id rather be sippin on a glass of wine Can you feel yourself in the room with Everlast Tryin to steal a flow, I dont think so Cock-blockers come with their hearts beatin jealousy Then away like a stray dog Tryin to claim every bitch as his own Cock-blockers, come in every color Even blue, yeah, this is true Tryin to fuck your woman, and even you Now what the fuck would you do, motherfucker?!

Some of em lie about the shit they got and what they do on the block Some of em lie about the guns they pop But I dont, I dont, I dont, I dont Thats how it is for me cause I live a boss life So many niggas wanna play but still got dues to pay Some of em gotta beg a bitch to stay But I dont, I dont, I dont, I dont Thats how it is for me cause I live a boss life Now this is for the Bs and the Cs, and the Ds and the Hs And the Gs puttin work in overseas At ease with the Doggy and smoke some weed Fuck it, if my nigga detoxing, its more for me Baby this is presidential really, a pocket full of women Understanding how Im living, show them hoes how you winning Its the beginning with the pearls youre given The world soft like linen and sweet like cinnamon But everyday like 50 say, its Many Men They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends But separate the paper and the Benz and the cribs Then the hoes, then the clothes, Imma have to let em go You know how the Dogg roll, dont get it twisted Cause he bang out the East just in case you wanna visit A touch of the exquisite, mixed with somethin pimpish And its comin from the Beach where them niggas is a beast But I just listen, all that shit is in my past Im connected to the purse first nigga, the ass last From Long Beach to Venice is the premise Want the green like spinach and Im strong to the finish See me man, Im nothin like you I got the kinda swagger that you aint used to Im leanin in my ride, fo fifth, cock bangin Me, Im ridin by ya on the corner, block slangin Im livin that boss life The hoes come runnin when they see me comin Im livin that boss life You can have anything just dont fuck with my money This is for the West and the East and the Dirty South Khakis and them Timbs and them niggas with the platinum mouths Thinkin that they blessed by the actions that be comin out When you in Magic City you be carrying a lot of clout But trickin aint the route, thats even if you got it Theres a method to you holdin it when they cant do without it Just put the key up in it nigga if she bout it You can have her and her partner, fuckin with it for a dolla If she a baller, she gon ride with a shot caller Roll with the Boss Dogg in the back of a blue Impala And if she follow, then she gon swallow All the game you got to give her, be a different bitch tomorrow But I would never bother breakin out the Doggfather less I knew that she was bout him, havin diamonds on his collar Im just an author, spreading game to my partners Walkin on the blue carpet with the Doctor See me man, Im nothin like you I got the kinda swagger that you aint used to Im leanin in my ride, fo fifth, cock bangin Me, Im ridin by ya on the corner, block slangin Im livin that boss life The hoes come runnin when they see me comin Im livin that boss life You can have anything just dont fuck with my money

static Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump Pump Pump Let the motion of your body be the key cause we Be the motherfuckin G Funk family Now, Ill play the G in this deadly game Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pounds the gang If it aint one thing its a motherfuckin nother Word to my granny and my daddy and my mother Whether standin on the corner or bouncin in the six-deuce When I was locked up, I couldnt wait to get loose Cause back in the days, on the side where its at A nigga had to have a fat stack And I was a fool, dont make me have to grab my strap and go Rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall Cant none of yall niggas see the Doggy Dogg Cause Im one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness So shut the fuck up, and listen while Im kickin this Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg Now you can look to the Sun and spot the moon And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a nigga I come down with the wickedness One rude bwoy comin with the dopeness Close your eyes cause you cant see me I quit school cause of recess you fuckin B.G Im shakin up the party, like Lodi Dodi Is he the dopest? You better aks somebody When, then, send some gin And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin In nineteen-motherfuckin-ninety-three Im fuckin up every nigga known in the industry Check this out, its a Dogg Pound thang You know who I am you know my motherfuckin name, who am I? nickname last name The behavior and the flavor that I found Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da, di di di da di da Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da ba-da-bam! Ba-ba-ba-bam! Now just back up, dont act up, I pack up much heat Any battle Im in, I win, I cant be beat Dont sleep while I creep peep out my technique I forgot, Im out of sight so you cant see the MC of the year, you hear and you fear I got somethin for them niggas in the front and the rear I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride Im satisfied now everything is really alright You know when I come nigga I come wicked Dont need no permission, motherfucker Ima kick it Niggas sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuit Lick em up shot, it dont stop, till dem all drop Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks Just stop, ridin on the next niggas jock Im strapped with my Glock on your block And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da, di di di da di da da Da di di da, da da da di di da da Da di di da, da da da di di da- Da di di da, da da da di di da da Da di di da, da da da di di da da Ba-da-bam! Calm down, the shows over...

Clap your hands everybody If you got what it takes Cause Im Kurtis Blow and I want you to know That these are the breaks Dont push me cause Im close to the edge Im trying not to lose my head Its like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under Express yourself Im expressing with my full capabilities And now Im living in correctional facilities Bass! How low can you go? Death row, what a brother knows I wanna rock right now Im Rob Bass and I came to get down Im not internationally known But Im known to rock a microphone So lets go, go! It takes two to make a thing go right! It takes two to make it out-- Yo, yo, yo baby pop baby-pop Yeah, you come here, give me a kiss Better make it fast or else Im gonna get pissed Now push it Ah, push it Push it good Ah, push it Push it real good All right, stop Engine, engine, number 9 On the New York transit line If my train falls off the track Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain Insane in the membrane Crazy, insane, got no brain (Break it down Oh, put your hands up! Put your hands up!) Let me clear my throat! Oh! Have mercy baby! I hope you dont mind! Aha-aha Whooo! Yall gonna make me lose my mind up in here, up in here! Yall gonna make me go all out! Up in here! Up in here! Oh! Its getting hot in here So take off all your clothes I am getting so hot Im gonna take my clothes off Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, shawty Its your birthday Were gonna party like its ya birthday Were gonna sip Bacardi like its your birthday And you know we dont really care, its not your birthday My baby dont mess around Because she loves me so And this I know for sho Hey Ya! Hey Ya! A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli A-a-a milli, a milli, a milli All I do is win, win, win, no matter what Got money on my mind I cant ever get enough And every time I step up in the building everybodys hands go up Teach me how to dougie Teach me, teach me how to dougie All the girls love me All the, all the the girls love me All the girls love me You aint messing with my dougie I think Im Big Meech, Larry Hoover Whipping work, hallelujah (Jimmy! Jimmy! Jimmy, stop! Why do you always do that?) Have you ever met a girl that you tried to date But a year to make love she wanted you to wait? Let me tell you a story about my situation I was talking to this girl from the U.S. Nation You, you got what I need But you say hes just a friend But you say hes just a friend Oh baby, you, you got what I need But you say hes just a friend But you say hes just a friend You, you got what I need But you say hes just a friend But you say hes just a friend Oh baby, you, you got what I need But you say hes just a friend But you say hes just a friend Clap your hands everybody if you got what it takes (Justin: Cause Im Justin Jimmy: Im Jimmy! And we want you to know) That these are the breaks

West Coast! The Doctors Advocate Get a blunt, roll the weed, light it up nigga Sippin on Gin & Juice, fill up your cups nigga The West Coast back crackin like its 94 So bitch get on your knees and give me head like its 94 And dont come up for air til the beat drop Im the Doctors Advocate Call it a sneak peak at the motherfuckin Detox Take note, grab a pen And let the world know the West is ridin again I graduated from Dre school, top of my class Treat my switches like my bitches, got em droppin that ass Still bangin The Chronic like Doggystyle came with it And I roll up sticky on my bitch back while I hit it I done been there, done that, had beefs and won that 5 million records on one plaque, I hung that Still got Dr. Dre lowridin in the 6-4 When you see us throw it up for the fuckin My heart beat for the We grow the best weed on the We lowride on the So Imma die throwin up the My heart beat for the We grow the best weed on the Still lowridin on the You should take a trip and visit the Check game, Imma show you how to bang Uncle Snoopy is it true you from that 20 gang? All the time neph, I gotta let my nuts hang A chest full of chains, left hand with a pinky ring Im in a Steeler cap, Swisher Sweet peel em back My lil hoodrat, baby got that mini Mac Baby got that twenty sack, baby got plenty that Whatever you send us my nucca, we gon send it back Im in the club with the snub, gettin loved With 20,000 Crips and 20,000 Bloods and We dont give a fuck about none of yall And when you hit the city, you better holla at the Bigg Dogg I done seen niggas hit L.A. and get they chain snatched Then they call me up beggin me to get they chain back What I look like, the motherfuckin police? Theres certain rules you got to follow when you in these streets Especially when it comes to this Cali shit And I aint talkin bout hangin in the valley bitch Gangbang niggas all up in the alley, Crip On some real talk nigga we the real ones My heart beat for the We grow the best weed on the We lowride on the So Imma die throwin up the My heart beat for the We grow the best weed on the Still lowridin on the You should take a trip and visit the I heard the blue rag niggas aint fucking With the red rag niggas on the West Coast Shit, from what I seen, red and blue can make green Black Wall Street and X only Since jealousy breeds hatred, hatred breeds violence Violence breeds enemies, more permanent silence California alliance, its more important than ever So throw it up, we lowridin together Make the West Coast rise forever Eses, Bs and Cs represent your letter Got Game the go-getter, Xzibit the rhyme spitter Snoop Dogg the boss, we gangsta at all costs Yall niggas is so soft and pussy so fuck off Fore one of my niggas draw that hammer and dump off Its kush, you gon cough {cough-cough} Yeah, inhale the smoke Bandana hang, bang the Coast my nigga My heart beat for the We grow the best weed on the We lowride on the So Imma die throwin up the My heart beat for the We grow the best weed on the Still lowridin on the You should take a trip and visit the

W-Balls, its your main man DJ E-Z Dick About to unleash another one of those platnum plus hits And the word is on the streets, and the word is the streets We gon go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg A day in the life, of a Rollin 20 Crip Im just a stubborn type of fella with a head like a brick Now just because I sip Moet, they say that Im hopeless But I dont give a fuck, so blame it on the locness Now this is how we do it when we checking the grip Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so dont even trip I bust a funky composition thats as smooth as a prism So check it while I kick off in this funky-ass rhythm Its six dub, the phone is ringing off the deck And its some homies talking about I disrespected they set Aww nah, Dogg aint diss yall I got a couple relatives up off of Crenshaw This is about me and Simon, not me and yall I got love for a bunch of real B-Dogs Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Real, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face And the homie Heron rest in peace Big Jay from Campanella Park He used to blaze with his nephew after dark On and on, rocking big Neckbone Mausberg I had to put you on my song Its so real, I had to show some love Now back to this scrub, it aint about Crip or Blood Its about you bein jealous of what I does Cause I does it the most, the king of the coast In the paint playin post - I back you down Like Shaq-Daddy, and bust on ya out the new Caddy And skirt up Wilshire Boulevard Im not Xzibit, you cant Pull My Ho Card .. I fucked all your groupies When you was doing time in Camp Snoopy With the fags and snitches, no killers just bitches And you was payin niggas off with all my riches You so hardco, why you aint go to level fo? Oh I know But I walk the mainline every time I go down You can check my G Files I do it L.B.C. style .. I got the word on you Simon You need to just start rhymin Cause you the biggest star on your label And them other niggas just crumbs off my table Youre not able, to compete with the heat that I drop And I still aint been paid, for 1-8-7 on a cop I started yo shit and I will end yo shit If you keep talkin shit on Crip! It all boils down to the fact That youre jealous of my paper stack It all boils down to the fact That youre jealous of my paper stack Money, I get it, paper I got it I got the dope Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em Run up, ya get done up, I stay one up If I shoot you, Ill be brainless, and youll be famous And Ill be spending money out the anus Your only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your level Man you worse than them devils Alotta niggas shouldve said it, fuck em But Ima say it for em, stop it, pop it, rewind and play it for em This niggas a bitch like his wife Suge Knights a bitch, and thats on my life And Ima let the whole world see Cause you fucked up the industry, and thats on me We can go head up, nigga, set it up Or we can do the other thing, I love to wet it up Your rappers and artists, tell em, shut it up Cause Ill fuck every last one of em up, especially Kurupt See thats my lil homeboy, so he knows whats up He better keep it Crippin, and slip his clip in Cause these niggas trippin, this is official business Do the same way, leave no witnesses This is that unexpected misdirected, sprayed, covered and protected Strip you butt naked, chicky-check-check-it Its all to the good again You can catch Snoopy Do Double in the hood again Spinning that real times, spitting that real shit To make the whole world feel it So put the bacon in the skillet , and try to peel it Cause Doggystyle Records is the realest, nigga Money, I get it, paper I got it Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em Money, I get it, paper I got it Jealous ass nigga

I’m smoking everywhere I go I always gotta keep one rolled I’m rolling every gram I own Don’t gotta understand, they know I smoke that, fire that, good that good that Concentrated, everyday I’m faded Trees prepared and properly cultivated I nursed ‘em, sprayed down, no chemicals Just me and my buddy, ya hear me now Never treat ya wrong, to each his own Snoop and Wiz the new Cheech and Chong We up in smoke, making street schemes Smoking sticky green, having sweet dreams Break it down, put it in the Z-I zag And pull the top back and let the ass drag Hit the switch, quickest way to get a bitch Executive branch, get a whiff of this Black card, sack of dank High School nigga what the fuck you think? I’m passing all my classes with flying colors And everyday I’m high as a muthafucker I’m smoking everywhere I go I always gotta keep one rolled I’m rolling every gram I own Don’t gotta understand, they know I smoke that, fire that, good that good that Sun roof open, smoking while I’m rolling My bitches only notice it if its potent Bottle of Perignon, we can go kick it by the ocean Get in between your legs Joint roaches and ashes all in your bed You calling her babe, she calling me instead Cause I put that game all in her head She saw the crib, she know that I’m balling When he aint have nothing he used to stall em Now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him And my pockets on swole, I’m talking Rick Ross big And now when we shop we don’t care what the cost is Rolling up good, smoking that bomb shit Blow a whole OZ, nigga thats boss shit Now she all fuck her man, rubberbands in my pocket Getting money, going hard for my profit Bad bitch keep the joint stuffed like stockings Young nigga out here getting bread, why knock it We welcome you to High School We do just like we like to We cordially invite you Now roll up get high to it We welcome you to highschool We do just like we like to We cordially invite you Now roll up get high to it Get high to it

Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it Kemosabi, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it Visions, dreams of passion And all the while I think of you Basketball is my favorite sport I like the way they dribble up and down the court Just like Im the king on the microphone So is Dr. J and Moses Malone The Fat Boys Its tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme thats right on time Its tricky, its tricky Tricky, tricky, tricky No sleep til Brooklyn Born and bred Brooklyn, U.S.A They all me Adam Yauch, but Im M.C.A Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon I sip the def ale with all the fly women Im going back to Cali To Cali, to Cali I dont think so Once upon a time not long ago When people wore pajamas and lived life slow When laws were stern and justice stood And people were behavin like they ought ta good There lived a lil boy who was misled By anotha lil boy and this is what he said Ahh, me so horny Me love you long time Here we go yo, here we go yo So what, so what, so whats the scenario Sawed off shotgun Hand on the pump, left hand on a forty Suckas get jumped La, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaa All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom And a poom-poom Just shake your rump Dont know how you do the voodoo that you do So well its a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop Shoop shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop With so much drama in the L-B-C Its kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G But I - somehow, some way Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day 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 Ya, ya, ya ya ya Woo-hah, got you all in check Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, cant you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess thats why they broke, and youre so paid Go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Thats the anthem, get your damn hands up If you want to go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo with the gold Ds Oh, why do I live this way Hey, must be the money I dont know what you heard about But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherwhat P-I-M-P They see me rolling They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty Trying to catch me riding dirty Trying to catch me riding dirty Black and yellow, black and yellow Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring Gold all in my watch Dont believe me, just watch Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket I’m, I’m, I’m hunting, looking for a come up This is freaking awesome Look, Jimmy If you had, one shot Or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted In one moment Would you capture it, or just let it slip You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

Fuck wit Dre Day plays Yeah, nigga, whats up with all that motherfuckin shit you was talkin, nigga? Huh? Fuck that, nigga, whats up with all that shit you was talkin, nigga? Youre a motherfuckin liar, nigga, that was you That was you, nigga , hey— Hey, check this out, motherfucker Whats wrong, nigga? You cant talk with a gun in your mouth? You cant talk with a gun in your mouth? Listen up, nigga, you know Lucifer? Well, youre about to meet him, motherfucker Whos the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin gun Forty-four reasons come to mind Why a motherfuckin brother is hard to find He been walking on the streets and fuckin with mine Stupid punk cant fuck with a mastermind See, I never take a step on a Compton block Or L.A. without the AK ready to pop Cause them punk motherfuckers in black and white Aint the only motherfuckers I gots to fight I think its better to be tellin the facts than cuffed up And jacked and fucked up What you niggas looking at? You going Goddamn! Cause its the city And for you to survive, a nigga gotta be a gangsta And Im a nigga you cant remove Took out a lot of motherfuckers for tryin to prove To they homies that they can hang by dealin with me But once again in the end they D-E-A-D I never did time on a murder yet Cause I relax, sit back, do a job and jet Yo, I know you understand my flow So here we go, and Death Row Come let a motherfucker know Whos the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin gun Whos the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin gun D-R-E, a motherfucker whos known for carrying gats And kick raps that make snaps, adapts to Any environment that Im located at If you see me on the solo move believe that Im strapped Four-four, tray-eight or AK-47 Cause slowly but surely send you on a stairway to heaven Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back And lay a punk motherfucker flat As he wonder what popped before he got popped I told you I was Dre and you know it dont stop Now I know you understand my flow So here we go, and Death Row Come let a motherfucker know Whos the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin gun Whos the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin gun Whos the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin gun Whos the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin gun I breaks em off, I breaks em off, yeah I breaks em off, I breaks em off, yeah I breaks em off, but I aint speaking about between the thighs Im talking about cocking a gauge in between your eyes Itll make you drop to your knees cause you realize That a gatll make any nigga civilized Old buster-ass nigga talking bullshit Dont know that Im the wrong nigga to fuck with Get lit or hit up by the doctor A nigga that breaks em off properly Real G so dont doubt it Im the one whos doin it while these other niggas talk about it And if motherfuckers come at me wrong I straight put my forty-four Desert Eagle to his motherfuckin dome And show him why they call me the notorious one The name is Dre Eastwood when Im packing a gun You dont believe me, well step up and give it a try And if you die, yous a buster, cause real niggas dont die But some still dont hear me, though Youre too near me not to hear me, nigga, yo So now you know Whos the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin gun Whos the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin gun Whos the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin gun Whos the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin gun

TV Static Damn, shit, its always with the fuckin TV, man Motherfuckin cable off, shit aint workin Hey— Hey, bring me somethin to drink Yeah, that motherfuckin Crazy Horse will do, thatll work Damn, aint shit on this motherfucker Oh— Oh shit, what the fuck is this? Da, da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da Da, da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da Da, da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da Da, da-dun-dun, dun-daa Hey motherfuckers, welcome back to the $20 Sack Pyramid Im your host, motherfuckin O.G. Henny Loc and were back with our two final contestants Duck Motherfuckin Mouth and Bootnee Lee Farnsworth Theyll be playin for a $20 sack of indo and a $35 gift certificate to the Compton swap meet Alright, yall bitches got thirty seconds to answer five motherfuckin questions Lonnie, you ready with that clock? Well, let the games begin Alright man, we gotta do that shit man We can do that shit right now We gotta do that shit right now, okay, you ready? Hey man, are you ready? Im ready, lets go Indo! Uh, uh, Cavi! Uh, Buddha! Hocus Pocus! Right! Thats it, thats it Uh, uhh, oh! Oh, fuck me in the ass Oh, oh, uh, step to me and let me suck your dick, uh, uhh Oh, uh, things that Tim Dog would say! Yeah, thats it right there! Uh, uhh VCRs, uh, TVs and shit, uh, them socks and shit Oh, that box in your room and shit! Oh, oh, shit I came up on lootin! Thats it, thats it right there! Uhh, En Vogue , uh, uh Halle— Halle— Halle Berry , uhh Yo, yo, your Auntie Clarisse! That shit right there , thats it! Okay, okay, uh, uh, I know Doc , uhh Dre— Dre gon do my music and shit, uhh Snoop and me, be goin to the swap meet Things that niggas be sayin to get the pussy! Thats it, thats it right there! Hahahaha Thats it, thats it! Mm-mm, alright Give me my motherfuckin weed, bitch Get my motherfuckin weed! Its all right there, baby! Thats tha— We— To the— Uhh, get my weed Get my $35 to go to the motherfuckin swap meet! Bitch! Ayy Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Hey, Snoop! Hey! Hey, Bootnee! Da, da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da Da, da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da Da, da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da Da, da-dun-dun, dun-daa Ha— Ha— Hey , haha You gotta clap, thats what happened on— Ghetto bitch, I told you to stay home, you know, yeah, biotch Damn, nigga, spin the wheel, motherfuckers be clappin and shit

You just mad cause ya ass is old The first thing ya do is just pick up the phone Lethal Interjection livin next to ya home Motherfuckin grandpa old, nigga, its on Lethal Interjection versus one old nigga He picked up the phone now my fingers on the trigger Snitchin aint the thing to do, so now me and my crew Gonna show the block how to handle this fool He just hatin cause we went from rags to riches to baddest bitches Somebody need to ask these snitches Why they talking to police No justice, no peace My house is paid for, no rent, no lease, nigga You just mad cause ya ass is old The first thing ya do is just pick up the phone Lethal Interjection livin next to ya home Motherfuckin grandpa, old nigga, its on You just mad cause ya ass is old The first thing ya do is just pick up the phone Lethal Interjection livin next to ya home Motherfuckin grandpa, old nigga, its on This old man, he played fool Now his ass is grass for droppin dimes on my crew The only reason that I pack a strap Is that I knew this old nigga was foul like hack-a-Shaq This is the type of heat, that when they start playin it Old folks should get they ass whooped for actin all gay n shit You done crossed the line See, it dont cost a dime Somebody toss my nine You just mad cause ya ass is old The first thing ya do is just pick up the phone Lethal Interjection livin next to ya home Motherfuckin grandpa, old nigga, its on

I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie To the hip hip hop, a you don’t stop The rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat Now what you hear is not a test, I’m rappin to the beat And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes Humpty Dumpty fell down that’s his hard time Jack B. Nimble what nimble and he was quick But Jam Master cut faster Jack’s on Jay’s Now here’s a little story I’ve got to tell About three bad brothers you know so well It started way back in history With Adrock, M.C.A., and me – Mike D We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump Do me baby Do the Humpty Hump Watch me do the Humpty Hump One, two, three, and to the four Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door California Love It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine Salt n Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hanging pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I push my seed in her bush for life It’s gonna work because I’m pushing it right If Mary dropped my baby girl tonight I would name her Rock n... Hi, my name is My name is My name is Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it Soulja boy off in this ho Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank that Soulja Boy Then super man that ho Now watch me yuuuuuuu Now watch me yuuuuuuu Now watch me yuuuuuuu Now watch me yuuuuuuu Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha ha So live your life You steady chasin’ that paper, gotta-- Take my money, when I’m in need Yeah, she’s a trifling, friend indeed Oh, shes a gold digger, way over town That digs on me Yeah, I’m out that Brooklyn, now I’m down in TriBeCa Right next to DeNiro, but I’ll be hood forever Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of There’s nothing you can’t do Now you’re in New York, New York, New York I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie To the hip hip hop, a you dont stop

A million Im like really stoned Like really stoned! Hundred thousand dollar days got ya boy in a daze Im a California king, OG, no haze Im looking out my rear view like Pac said Cash another cheque, let em worry bout that nonsense My crew breeds strains that got the whole world like Cookie more Cookies, still get two per light Whatcha girl like? Im in a S-Class Wax room look just like a meth lab I done made two mill of off extracts B-Real, let them know where the best at Quarter mill for a field is this real? Do they really get down when I yield from the hill Got me straight for a couple, I aint worry bout a deal Two dabs and I got 40 bags sealed Ice for the bong, so my smoke is chilled Shit, I burnt my first joint to Cypress Hill, for real Im so faded, a million, a million, a million Im so faded, a million, a million, a million Im so faded Ive been in space before one time And I swear that I was not dreamin No I was not dreamin - Im so faded Ive been in spaceships once or twice And I swear that I was not dreamin Cuz I was not sleepin - Im so faded One strain, two strains, three strains, four So many flavours, Berner brought em through the door Kush n Cookies for ya, we aint no rookies for ya But weve been lookin for ya title, and took it from ya We move pounds all around town, over/underground How we did it is none of your concern, now I cant concentrate, I hit some concentrates And we about to get, higher as we elevate One thousand lumen watts Times 20 bitches tannin by the 10s we got Everything on lock, were on some get money, money, shit Put it in the air, use the Phuncky Feel Tip So as we grind it up, green thumb, wind it up You want a new strain? Berner gonna find the Cup You want a pound or two, you want a count a few Put em in buckets, when were done you wanna zone or two A cup of liquor with some Swishas, Im so sweet This shit Im blowin make Bo Peep move four feet OG, sprinkle keif leaf on mine This watermelon make you wanna eat the rind East of Vine, Sunset Boulevard Roll it up, take a hit, but dont pull it too hard I seen a lot of fools ball out They try and join the Snoop Dogg smoke session, then fall out I spent a million on bud in 1992 And now I get it for free, like Im supposed to Chose my venda, open my winda Pull some kush lit out with hash, in the blunt and I blend them Rewind cha, remain, and rememba Cause Im choppin and droppin trees, screamin out timber! Advocate, always push dro One of the reasons my face is on Mount Kushmore And you wanna know how I feel?

Listen up, you got a problem man Baby you’ve been on my mind Baby you’re wasting my time Lotta pressure on my name Lotta worries in my head Lotta responsibilities, traps & threats I canalize, no I won’t break Down at night alone with myself With my demons and my pain Maybe if I blow some trees and see that bitch it’ll make all that shit fade away Don’t get distracted Pleasure is not happiness, stop running away from reality Baby you’ve been on my mind So let me smoke Weed every night Last night I gave up and did it again I tricked my mind to forget Baby you’ve been on my mind Baby you’re wasting my time Baby you’ve been on my mind Baby you’re wasting my time

Yessir! Can I get more thrills? You know you want some more girl, so come on, yeah Can I get more thrills? You know you want some more girl, so come on Lets get blooooooown! Lets get blooooooown! Im just looking, mm-mm-mm Looking at the ladies All of them fly I dont know which one I want, dawg I cant make up my mind, girl So wont you make it easy on me? And take this drink, then hit this weed Two step wit me, lets slip to the dance floor On and on and on and on we go Ill dip you if you want me to You see I really wanna get a little front with you Biggidy bump with you A nigga wanna hump you, and then just comfort you And then Ill pop the top And lay you on the cot, and get you nice and hot Yeah yeah, its all to the real We could do it like Guy, come on girl, lets chill Can I get more thrills? You know you want some more girl, so come on, yeah Can I get more thrills? You know you want some more girl, so come on Lets get blooooooown! Lets get blooooooown! Come on baby, lets get blown, mm Now you can fly the friendly skies With the S-N double O-P, D-O double G-Y Now dont ask why Just keep looking good in the hood, damn girl, you so fly We could do what you want to You say you drink Alize, or was is Malibu? It dont really matter though You remind me of the time when I had a ho She kept telling me, Doggy Dogg, I gotta go So I let her get in the wind and co-macked her friend Two plus two, it equals four This is some shit that could last forever more Im tryna put my bid in Naw Im just kidding, come on ma, get in And dont ask where we going, pimping and hoeing Drink pouring and weed blowing, you know it, come on! Can I get more thrills? You know you want some more girl, so come on, yeah Can I get more thrills? You know you want some more girl, so come on Lets get blooooooown! Lets get blooooooown! Come here baby, lemme holla at you real quick Ive been looking at you, from the corner of my eyes Checking out your hips, lips, tips and your thighs Ive been wanting to do you, for a mighty long time You make a pimp wanna sing I-I-I Well head to the hills, your dreams Ill fulfill We could do it how you want cause Im oh so real Tell me you, naw I wont squeal You wit Da Big Boss Dogg so seal the deal Pharrell got the Babyface And Dogg got the Whip Appeal, so name the place This love I bring to you, on the real baby girl Wont you do me a favor and sing for Snoop? Can I get more thrills? You know you want some more girl, so come on, yeah Can I get more thrills? You know you want some more girl, so come on Lets get blooooooown! Lets get blooooooown! Damn, you know you want it So come and get it If I got it Then you can get it Hey! Ohh Can I get more thrills? Can I get more thrills

Yeah, whats happening? This one is dedicated to my niggas All my niggas out there, Gs up, hoes down Ladies and gents, playas and pimps listen Snoop Doggy Dogg on the mic, pay attention One, two, oh what shall I do? Im slipping on my khaki suit The blue one, gun by my side as I mob to the beach On a mission and Im fishing for my DJ Warren G Now I look for the bud sack And see where my loves at on the lake where the doves at Cognac is the drink thats drank by Gs Sagging like a mothafucka, khakis to they knees Bitch please, you know how we do the undercover Im Snoop Doggy Dogg, not your average motherfucka, see Some of you dont know about the G thang, baby Its the smooth gangsta shit that be driving ya crazy Now as ya groove to the beat and ya move to the sound Imma hit ya up with the Pound, Gs up, hoes down (Will all the real Gs, please stand up And let all be accounted for And if you dont give a fuck about a bitch Then youre rolling with the Row) Back with the one, two, three, and to the fo Its the S-N, O and to the O, P I dont know, but Its the Indo I dont fuck with the pocus, everbody knows this Fucking with the Chronic, cause the Chronic gives me dopeness Now focus your eyes on these, follow me As I take ya rolling with the real OGs East Side is the motherfuckin place, known as home Doggy Dogg with my bone in my hand, twenty grand and Some of you dont know about the G thang, baby Its the smooth gangsta shit that be drivin ya crazy Now as ya groove to the G-Funk, and move to the sound I hit you up with the Pound, Gz Up, Hoes Down (Will all the real Gs, please stand up And let all be accounted for And if you dont give a fuck about a bitch Then youre rolling with the Row) Hell yeah, you know what Im saying? This is stricly for the Gs, you know Im saying? Fuck that, bitch Niggas always handcuffing that ho When a nigga like me steps in the place I dont want that ho, I dont love that ho Im caught up with my greens Collard greens, Indo and the cash flow You know what Im saying? Peace, Gs up, hoes down

Let me get that intro Blunts, gators Hand me my mink On the East duckin Feds from a peephole 1989, gangbangin was at its peak This the beat that make me reminisce on G-funk Three summers before The Chronic hit the streets I would rather slang hand to hand to a fiend Rappin on the side, trappin was priority But every now and then I go scoop my little thing Pull up in my MC bangin New Jack Swing Ooh, summertime time back in Long Beach Passin one bottle, 40 oz. O.E I didnt have a dollar but a nigga had a dream Whippin over the stove and a nigga gotta eat Threw my raps in the garbage, fuck bein a MC Thank the Lord for Nate Dogg and thank God for Warren G Funny how time flies when youre high as me I think Im in the Ruff Endz now I seen her throwin up H-Town You was livin off of Dru Hill Wasnt ready for the world but baby, who is? Know you prettier than all the El DeBarges Never worry bout the total of the charges And if you need an escape for now, meet up at room 112 We do it anywhere Ooh, yeah, and if you feenin Just call me, baby Ill have you screamin Ooh, ooh Well get back to all that ghetto shit we like But for now just let me hold you all night Cheek to cheek just like they do in the movies Tonight, baby, I want your love on time As soon as I put this on Cutie pie, youre the reason why As soon as I put this on I love ya so and Ill never let you go As soon as I put this on, girl Ooh, yeah As soon as I put this on Dont fight it, let it live And if you need an escape for now, meet up at room 112 We do it anywhere Ooh, yeah, and if you feenin Just call me, baby Ill have you screamin Ooh, ooh Well get back to all that ghetto shit we like But for now just let me hold you all night Cheek to cheek just like they do in the movies Tonight, baby, I want your love on time As soon as I put this on Cutie pie, youre the reason why As soon as I put this on I love ya so and Ill never let you go As soon as I put this on, girl Ooh, yeah As soon as I put this on

Theres so much death, theres so much destruction, and so much mayhem and theres so much misunderstanding in music, were losing so many great musicians, and.. we dont love them while theyre here. And I want to be loved while Im here, and the only way to get love is to give love You can’t run away, run away You gotta face this You can’t run away, run away You gotta face this Time is moving fast Can’t dwell on the past Make this moment last While we have the chance Old dreams look fake For the new ones made Nothing stays the same Do it the rebel way From moonlight to sunrise Day in and day out I stay on my Modus operandi Opening my third eye Focus on the words I say Man stand a diligent, militant With the sentiment, I’m here to represent Constant changes like passing raises Evident, the time we spend is sacred You can’t run away, run away You gotta face this You can’t run away, run away You gotta face this Time is moving fast Can’t dwell on the past Make this moment last While we have the chance Old dreams look fake For the new ones made Nothing stays the same Do it the rebel way We still drop it hardcore Nuff of them can’t take it When the lion roar We no take no shorts, tell em we want more Now it’s time to settle the score For all of my people in the ghetto streets reppin And all who feel theyve been stepped on Love is the cure and courage is the weapon You can use to overcome You can’t run away, run away You gotta face this You can’t run away, run away You gotta face this Time is moving fast Can’t dwell on the past Make this moment last While we have the chance Old dreams look fake For the new ones made Nothing stays the same Do it the rebel way Do it the rebel way Do it the rebel way Do it the rebel way Do it the rebel way Do it the rebel way Do it the rebel way Do it the rebel way Do it the rebel way Do it the rebel way Do it the rebel way Do it the rebel way Do it the rebel way Do it the rebel way

Look, open your eyes, déjà vu In ways I knew my focus remains on you Im so true, I love that, cause who woulda knew? LBC, me? Do what it do Question: is your bathwater ready for ya? Cause I could be the man for ya Baby, are your bills paid? Were those dinner reservations made? The whistles, the bells, how bout your hair? What about your nails? See I can have it done for ya Looks like Im the one for ya Ill crack the whip and get a little action in here, my dear But first, relax a bit, the questions and answers are clear A holiday What you wanna do? Want to do with you Lets make everyday a holiday What you wanna do? Want to do with you Smile at you I got my eyes on you I wanna climb on you Can I ride with you? touch the sky with you? A-huh-huh-huh-huh Say the place and we go where you wanna go She say Rodeo, I say Im thinking bout Tokyo With the top gone, wont turn up the stereo Singing every word of my song thats on radio Ima roll one, I know that you dont smoke Sit back, let your mind float never give up hope And if ya got a problem, let me know I try my best to keep you close The life we in, no boss to match em on the ropes If Im top ten, to win, I gotta be the GOAT I feel like when I step in gotta make an announcement But yall know A holiday What you wanna do? Want to do with you Lets make everyday a holiday What you wanna do? Want to do with you Lets make everyday a holiday What you wanna do? Want to do with you Lets make everyday a holiday What you wanna do? Want to do with you Lets make everyday a holiday Ahhhh, yeah, whoa yeah I wanna make everyday, make it a day, ayy

Well its that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga See these other fools but you cant see me, nigga Who am I? Do or die So slow your roll, Im In Control like Janet The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga thats on this planet Take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz Im gonna Grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!! To all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air And if you dont give a shit like we dont give a shit Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air And if you don’t give a fuck like we don’t give a fuck Keep your motherfuckin hands in the air Now on a one two three who could it be? Comin with a grip of gangsta shit for ninety-three So ninety-fours arrived nigga, back on up And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up Now cant nobody see me here or there Wherever I bails, I put it down all around Cuz aint shit for sale in the Coupe With the beat flossin off gold Ds And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean And it dont take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap In your ass, for gettin us all fucked up Now check it, its a callin for niggas like Doggs Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin like hoes other Doggs Yiggy yall Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this Now how many bitches must get dicked? Before they say, Oh is it that nigga from back in the day? Ya never ever thought Id see him bustin with Dr. Dre Cuz I grips mics, I rips mics in half Hoes be comin to my flat so I can tap that ass To all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air And if you dont give a shit like we dont give a shit Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air And if you don’t give a fuck like we don’t give a fuck Keep your motherfuckin hands in the air Youre headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick So whats happenin? Im cappin shit up like a Western flick The kingpin of the clique, top notch 17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve The best Kurupts era, peep the terror, cuz its a murder fest I smoke chronic every day, so what have we Another motherfucker, gettin served like some cavy Now who, drops I got the juice like 2Pac rollin with two Glocks Fly motherfuckers cant see Kurupt Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware Im tearin shit the fuck up Slow your roll, like your legs was broken Whos jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc? Now thats my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe Runnin em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row Mediocre motherfuckers die cuz Im servin and They cant fuck with or see me Im mass murderous Yeah (Niggas dont understand how we kicks diffrent flows Im raw like news footage) Im rugged like a BF Goodrich (Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched Drop to your knees like a dog in heat) Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techniques To all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air And if you dont give a shit like we dont give a shit Keep your motherfuckin fingers in the air To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air And if you don’t give a fuck like we don’t give a fuck Keep your motherfuckin fingers in the air Check it out, its Rage, ready for the breakdown Take down, when it comes to the mic Im puttin my weight down And thats 175 pounds of beef Beatin yo ass down to the concrete Fool, act like ya know Im stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so Whats a girl to do? Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do? Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we dont care About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip bitch Thats why I can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my The clique Im with, dont give a sheeit, ya know why? Now all the bitches, and the niggas Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air To all my niggas, and my bitches Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air To all my niggas, and my bitches Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air And if you don’t give a fuck like we don’t give a fuck Keep your motherfuckin fingers in the air

I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs Rock on, wit cha bad self I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs Rock on, wit cha bad self I rock on with my bad self cause its a must Its the Lady Of Rage still kickin up dust So umm, let me loosen up my bra strap And umm, let me boost ya with my raw rap Cause Imma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time When it comes to the lyrics I gets busy with mine Busy as a beaver, ya best believe-a This grand divas runnin shit with the speed of a cheetah, meet a Lyrical murderer... Im servin em like two scoops of chocolate Check it how I rock it Im the one thats throwin bolos, ya better roll a Rolo To find out Im the number one solo, uhh The capital R-A now take it to the G-E I bring the things to light, but you still cant see me I flow like a monthly you cant cramp my style For those that try to punk me heres a Pamprin child No need to say mo, check the flow Rage in effect once mo, so now ya know I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs Rock on, wit cha bad self I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs Rock on, wit cha bad self Now Im hittin MCs like Hadouken Street Fighter sound Aint no doubt about it Im the undisputed So what you uhh, wanna do is back on up Ill tap that butt, wax the cuts, pass the bucks So put your money on the bread winner I kick lyrics so dope that the brothers call em head spinners I got the tongue that is outdone anyone From the rising to the setting of the sun Or the moon, I consume the room with doom When I hear the kick of a 808 bass ... POOM BOOM, BAM, God, DAYUMMMMMM! Im hittin so hard you could say its a grand, slam, dunk, punks Get broken off for chunk when they feel the funk Of the rhythm that I give em Let it hit em, split em, did it now Im rid of em, yeah I put that on my unborn kids Rage in effect so you know how it is I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs Rock on, wit cha bad self I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs Rock on, wit cha bad self I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs Rock on, wit cha bad self I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs Rock on, wit cha bad self Now ever since my debut, Ive continued to lay you Flat on your back from the raps that I spat, spit Oh shit, Im the shit! You cant get wit the Rage then tough tit-tie I pi-ty the fool, that gets With the lyrical murderer cause my shit is rude You wanna get with the wickedness? With that Big bot-ty thats kickin it, rippin it apart like Jason Youll be, chasin a dream like Freddy Are you ready for the cream de la creme? Im steam pressurin those who aint measurin up I keep competitors stuck In the muck with they butt up, what chu wanna nut up Like cashew, dont you know that I will mash you? For real Thats the deal, Im straight out of Farmville, VA I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs Rock on, wit cha bad self I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs Rock on, wit cha bad self I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs Rock on, wit cha bad self I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs Rock on, wit cha bad self Huhh I am the roughest, roughest, roughest Say what? Say what? Say What? I am the toughest, toughest, toughest I am the roughest, roughest, roughest Say what? Say what? Say what? I am the toughest, toughest, toughest I am the roughest, roughest, roughest Say what? Say what? Say what? I am the toughest, toughest, toughest I am the roughest, roughest, roughest Say what? Say what? Say what? I am the toughest, toughest, toughest Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest Get with the uhh, wickedness, roughest I am the uhh, wickedness Yeah, one-nine-nine-fo The indo blow and the grass grow Snoop Doggy Dogg still dont love a hoe But you gotta give credit when credit is due So women, back down and bow down to my motherfuckin homegirl The Lady of Rage She rocks rough and stuff with the Afro Puffs Handcuffed and she busts And trick biatch, shes guaranteed to tear shit up Yknow what Im sayin?

You already know who the fuck it is man, Taylor Uh, smoke Kush so I got no stress Stuntin it aint no contest Diamonds all in my Rolex, cuz I go hard like P90X See you dudes copyin our moves, now you follow in our steps Lil kids just in the mirror, all insecure just trying to flex Speakin of Flex, shout out to Flex And everyone else that said dude is next Tell these lame niggas cut the check Try the rest, now try the best Gangsters, trippy niggas all here With me nigga, my weed, so strong My Brain, so gone, Ooh Outer space, solar, ooh My Chain, polar, ooh My bank, so long, ooh Like I was playing poker ooh My face on the tele, so fuck what they tell me I always keep it real cuz the people love the real me They ran up on my bus cuz police said they smell me So me and L O L A, blow and smoke in LA Flossin, Straight bossin, Take strains, we cross em My chains hang, they cost em, They hatin, we awesome Throw back on drinkin lately Ive been thinkin Ive been partyin too much and livin like the weekend And then I think bout what my life could be Thats when I pour another drink and light this weed I heard you claimin you can get as high as me I wanna smoke with you so I can see... I heard you claimin you can get as high as me I wanna smoke with you so I can see... I heard you claimin you get real high You smoke this half a pound and your brain gona fry And it aint no lie Ghost sittin low and my bitch real high And it aint no lie... They claim that they get high but see, I doubt if they can go higher than me They claim that they get high lets see, I doubt if they can go higher than me Ive never been this high before, levitate rise off the floor Elevate, get high some more, drift with the wind to the sky I soar Like a bird, like a bird I feel like Im floatin through fantasy island in the brain, up in the plane lost My vision, is simply not in good condition, did I mention We go hard, and we dont even leave home at all So what a nigga doin, we ball, ball, so carry on The Mary and the Molly clearly got me very cloudy So I sit back with my mind in the zone, mindin my own Need nobody, I can get high on my own Youre on the late flight,my flight is already gone Im in the sky you aint even left home I black out my mind and I feel free to be, whoever the hell I may wanna be... I heard you claimin you can get as high as me, I wanna smoke with you so I can see I heard you claimin you can get as high as me, I wanna smoke with you so I can see... I heard you claimin you get real high You smoke this half a pound and your brain gona fry And it aint no lie Ghost sittin low and my bitch real high And it aint no lie... Im representin for them gangstas all across the world Still hittin them corners in them lo-los, 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 Still hittin them corners in them lo-los, 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 I 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 get skin, D.R.E Im representin for them gangstas all across the world Still hittin them corners in them lo-los, 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 Still hittin them corners in them lo-los, girl (Still takin my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, its the D.R.E.)

Gorillaz and the Boss Dogg Planet of the apes The revolution will be televised An the pollution from the ocean, now with devotion Push peace and keep it in motion Kids, gather round, yeah, I need your focus I know it seems like the world is so hopeless Its like Wonderland Now fascinate me, picture and animate me, cause Im rollin Deep holin, click clackin, crack-a-lackin, full packin , mo stackin Actin a fool when I teach Welcome to the world of the Plastic Beach, yeah Welcome to the world of the Plastic Beach Mirror mirror on the wall, Boss Dogg, give it to em Get involved, turn it up, speed it up Slow it up, underground where the under us undercut Shipped up, shipped out, swimmin with the sharks put my gills up Turn the wheels up real tough Drinkin lemonade in the shade Getting blazed with a gang of pilgrims Yeah, this my path Belly floppin lockin while Im rockin in the bubble bath And Im just like math Fozos added up that get you more cash So quick, so fast All the kids say they love it when I make em laugh Welcome to the world of the Plastic Beach, yeah Welcome to the world of the Plastic Beach Welcome to the world of the Plastic Beach, yeah Welcome to the world of the Plastic Beach Welcome to the world of the Plastic Beach

The first guest tonight is a good friend of the show. He ah – ah, screw it I’m the king of rock, there is none higher Sucker MC’s should call me sire To burn my kingdom, you must use fire I won’t stop rockin’ till I retire Cmon man Dont call it a comeback, I been here for years Rocking my peers and putting suckas in fear Oh-kay, heres the situation My parents went away on a weeks vacation and They left the keys to the brand new Porsche Would they mind? Umm, well, of course not De La Soul is from the soul And in fact I can’t deny When it comes to being De La It’s just me, myself and... Supersonic! Always rappin, always clappin, everybody always say Im happy If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see Im always rockin, never stoppin, devastatin rappin lady When Im on the microphone its ? Ilama llama llama llama llama Llama llama llama llama llama, see me Llama llama llama llama llama Yeah, yeah That’s it That was it, that’s it That’s it Oh my God, Becky Look at her butt I like big butts and I cannot lie You other brothers can’t deny When the girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face you get... This here’s a jam for all the fellas Tryin to do what those ladies tell us Get shot down cause you’re overzealous Play hard to get, females get jealous If you want it Then youve got it If you want it Baby, youve got it Just bust a move I came to get down! Then get out your seat and jump around Jump around Jump around Jump around Jump up, jump up, and get down Drunk as hell, but no throwing up Half way home and my pagers just blowing up I didnt have to even use my AK JT: Woah, I’m sorry, wait, um Did you just say you didn’t have to use your AK? JF: I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t have to use it, did I? Not today JT: You don’t uh, you don’t have an AK, do ya, Jimmy? JF: Nah, no I don’t Gotta say it was a good day Power in the money, money in the power Minute after minute, hour after hour Been spending most our lives Living in a gangsta’s paradise Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Listen all of y’all, it’s a sabotage Listen all of y’all, it’s a sabotage Listen all of y’all, it’s a sabotage Listen all of y’all, it’s a sabotage I’m a hustla, baby I just want you to know It aint where I been But where I’m ’bout to go I’m sorry Ms Jackson, ooh! I am for real Never meant to make your daughter to cry I apologized a trillion times When the pimp’s in the crib, ma Drop it like it’s hot, drop it like it’s hot, drop it like it hot When the pigs try to get at ya Park it like it’s hot, park it like it’s hot, park it like it’s hot Harder, better, faster, stronger Now that that don’t don’t kill me Can only make me stronger I need to hurry up now Cause I can’t wait much longer Can’t you hear that Boom, badoom-boom Boom, badoom, boom Baby got that super bass Boom, badoom-boom Boom, badoom, boom Baby, you got that super bass (Bass, bass, bass, bass Bass, bass, bass, move it out now) I live and die for hip-hop This is Hip Hop for today I give props to hip-hop So hip-hop hooray, ho Hey, ho Hey, ho Hey, ho Hip-hop hooray, ho Hey, ho Hey, ho Hey, ho I’m the king of rock

Hold up, hold up I bet you thinking that we dead Hold up, hold up I have this bullet in my head Hold up, hold up Mama whats them words you said? I dont give a damn, you cant make me shame Hold up, hold up Why you make us think youre dead? Oh they, oh they Think we dead Oh they, oh they Think we dead Oh they, oh they Think we dead Oh they, oh they Think we dead Oh they, oh they Think we dead Oh they, oh they Think we dead Hold up, hold up Me and Dilla bout to blow some trees Hold up, pass to Austin and to Freddie Mercury Dont need nobody, we bouncin on that Astral Plane Hold up, hold up I think I just forgot my name Nickel plated nine Bang bang blow your mind Beep beep flatline Gotta get yours, I been had mine Hold my hand, laying in the bed Family crying, they think he dead No jokes no hoax Felt his palm, he had no pulse Couldve been the drank, it mightve been the smoke In light of all that he was considered dope And now Im left to keep you strong And I kept you Flying Lotus and I step too You cant run, just gonna get you I was live when I met you Now this seems to upset you This what the shit gon get you: Death

Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nostrand Ave niggas My Fulton Street niggas Dangerous MCs Uhh uhh Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top Chillin on the scene, smokin pounds of green Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi test? And the winner is... Yall niggas know the rules I blast on niggas so -- -- my fist never bruise Land-still-cruise, Frank White paid his dues Ask whos the raw, bet they say Poppa very Look forward to me like commissary All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie Done did it, come widdit, get yo head splitted Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it Your shit it, just aint got that LOUD Gold tooth shine like TaaDow! Biggie Smalls the illest and how, phrase raise your eyebrow By now you figure, he talkin bout that nigga But your weak-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpin IV to pump-in, youre feeling something Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift At least six inches, above project fences Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches Missed you by pinches your talk is senseless Actor needs chiropractor for cracked jaw Yes, I rocked your chatterbox Dangerous youre not I gets down Twist your body {singing} round and round, upside down Cmon, yo, throw your hands, cmon Bitch grab your tits, cmon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, cmon Thugs tote yo shit We bout to get mo rich, cmon Lets blow the club, cmon Fuck the place up, cmon Shake yo nasty ass And make it swing all around, cmon Yo, make this money Throw yo loot on the ground, cmon Bounce in your whips, cmon Bitch lick yo lips, cmon Dangerous MCs My nigga this be the shit, cmon Dangerous MCs My nigga this be the shit, cmon Uh-huh, make money hand over fist The bo-vines roam where chickenhearts dont exist Settin up shop, its hands on in the hustle Fakes dont kill nuttin but time and dont tussle The process of elimination, fresh rotation Come and go and they death be starvation In the heat of battle its no rest for the weary Snooze and you lose is the theory The theory of a patient man, is wild beyond belief Be afraid, you dont want beef with us chief Your talk is cheap and the supply meets demand Everything you can imagine is real man And revenge be the dish I serve to cats cold Stay up on about ten folds, you know how it goes You know the streets and its real as shit, cmon Niggas grab your dicks, cmon Bitches rub your tits, cmon Cmon, yo, throw your hands, cmon Bitch grab your tits, cmon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, cmon Thugs tote yo shit We bout to get mo rich, cmon Lets blow the club, cmon Fuck the place up, cmon Shake yo nasty ass And make it swing all around, cmon Yo, make this money Throw yo loot on the ground, cmon Bounce in your whips, cmon Bitch lick yo lips, cmon Dangerous MCs My nigga this be the shit, cmon Awww nah, big Snoop Dogg Slap you with my paw, all across your jaw Break fool on these bitches while Im breakin the law You come up in my room look bitch you takin it off Follow me, I slip em slide em rip em ride em provide em With that West coast G shit, L.B.C. shit We dips to this, make chips to this And buy brand new whips and shit, uh-huh I bet you didnt know that yo bitch was suckin dick Who you think she fuckin with? Look here My, Eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd Point a pistol at you bitch niggas, BLA-DOW ...How you like me now? You got stuck and fucked, Doggystyle 100 spokes Day-tonas, bendin the corner All up in Crooklyn, bad bitches are lookin Cmon, yo, throw your hands, cmon Bitch grab your tits, cmon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, cmon Thugs tote yo shit We bout to get mo rich, cmon Lets blow the club, cmon Fuck the place up, cmon Shake yo nasty ass And make it swing all around, cmon Yo, make this money Throw yo loot on the ground, cmon Bounce in your whips, cmon Bitch lick yo lips, cmon Dangerous MCs My nigga this be the shit, cmon So you lovin us so much this shit is bleedin through you If I worked in a restaurant, Id shit in the food and feed it to you Most of my niggas cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you Even all of them Haitian niggas wont believe this voodoo Can yo pussy be chaka, dont let me speak in pat-ois And kick you in your face like we playin a game of soc-cer I love to cock the Glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-ka And fuck your crew because all of yall niggas full of ca-ca The way we doin damage tell me how the fuck you manage With my niggas who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage Them niggasll throw you in a manhole And push they hand in yo ass And pull yo head right out yo asshole! Parkay nigga we rugged all day nigga You ready to fuck bitch? Fuck the foreplay nigga This me for all consumers, my nigga FUCK the rumors Three in the worst way of pure coke for all you DRUG ABUSERS Cmon, yo, throw your hands, cmon Bitch grab your tits, cmon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, cmon Thugs tote yo shit We bout to get mo rich, cmon Lets blow the club, cmon Fuck the place up, cmon Shake yo nasty ass And make it swing all around, cmon Yo, make this money Throw yo loot on the ground, cmon Bounce in your whips, cmon Bitch lick yo lips, cmon Dangerous MCs My nigga this be the shit, cmon

When its over now, nothing left for the enemy When the show goes down, and you silence the melody I’ll be that sound boy ina L.A., rude boy ina Kingston Bad boy ina England, New York, the whole kingdom I ain’t got the remedy Don’t wonder that from me you see Im ready see Im living in the sin, thats how it’s gonna be I heard a voice that said it would die for me, die for me, die for me Wadadadang wadadadadang, ayy Well you coming on the dance and now we shaped up our game Wadadadang wadadadadang And you know we never ever stop, beat them to the end See them on top on them, willing them, killing them and then one after See it then, run to it when nobody asked to be drop off When we on my bred Snoop Lion, meets his blessing love and honor To what we are apart and to what we are even, you know say it all we all prosper News flash, flick a little ash, every website and blog Snoop and Busa in the studio, banging out hits, eat little bit of snapper Dont ever get it twisted, see we gifted when together Reincarnated Snoop Lion, Selassie I forever I ain’t got the remedy But when they come for me, you see Im ready see Im living in the sin, thats how it’s gonna be I heard a voice that said it would die for me, die for me, die for me Somebody help me wake up and make it rain on my head Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain on my head Set me free, so complete, everything must come to end Let it breathe Top selected number one, Snoop Dogg AKA Snoop Lion When the background clears and youre the one standing there Youre running out of time, youre praying that you make a hiss Whatever they do, whatever they do to you Whatever they say, whatever they say to you, too bad Sound off in that Paris Roll call in Lebanon Bandoleros in the Mexico Can you hear me, the whole kingdom? I ain’t got the remedy But when they come for me, you see Im ready see Im living in the sin, thats how it’s gonna be I heard a voice that said it would die for me, die for me, die for me Somebody help me wake up and make it rain on my head Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain on my head Set me free, so complete, everything must come to end Let it breathe

I get my peaches out in Georgia Apple Bottom from New York, orange in Florida Vitamin C mixed with this vitamin D, now you got vitamin me And your prescriptions fill more than them trees in California Im always gon adore ya, kiss you and caress ya Anything just to spoil ya, gift you, protect ya Sex ya like you never been sexed Got your legs shakin like the Go-Go Challenge, so Crushed grapes in Mauritius Girl, you my flavor of love, you so delicious Ima make you my missus All these candy-coated kisses, you my strawberry shortcake That assll make me catch a charge and miss the court date Sweet as honeydew, watch me kneel right in front of you Well set the world on fire, then light a blunt or two I got the keys, we can have it on lock And Ill lick you like ice cream with a cherry on top And I say, oh The way I breathe you in Its the texture of your skin I wanna wrap my arms around you, baby Never let you go, oh And I say, oh Theres nothing like your touch Its the way you lift me up, yeah And Ill be right here with you til the end of time I got my peaches out in Georgia I get my weed from California I took my chick up to the North, yeah I get my light right from the source, yeah Usher baby Dont be thinkin that she mad at you She from Decatur so she got a little attitude She do what she wanna do Wonder where she learned to bounce that booty Whats her secret? I bet her mama went to Freaknik I bought a flight, I need her with me On the west side, shell be here tonight She from Atlanta, she smoke, we call that a peach tree, ooh-wee I got my peach from out of Georgia Only one that understands me Only one know how that lifestyle can be Always meet me in the middle Circle of trust, she in the center Give her what she need Bought her a condo on the Upper East Big Apple, but I love that peach So ripe, and he right, I I got my peaches out in Georgia I get my weed from California I took my chick up to the North, yeah I get my light right from the source, yeah Land of the tree, home is the base Kush in my woods, smokin with grace Pass it around and give em a taste And you can tell that its fire by the look on they face Blame it on Dogg, I did it again Whole VIP smellin like its Christmas You dont wanna miss this California weed on ten, this hits different Im like, JB, where you been? This a knockout, nothin but the heavyweight Everywhere I go, California weed, state to state You know I got it on me, finest only Im in the buildin I make a phone call to all my out of town homies Im the ambassador of legalization I got a passion, Im leadin the nation Haters be hatin a lot, but all the Dogg got Is a lot of money, weed, and patience I got my peaches out in Georgia I get my weed from California I took my chick up to the North, yeah I get my light right from the source, yeah I got my peaches out in Georgia I get my weed from California I took my chick up to the North, yeah I get my light right from the source, yeah, yeah

West Coast, its time to stand up nigga We gon unite round this motherfucker one time Im callin every real Crip nigga And every real B-Dogg, to the table right now Yeah, we gon push a real line right now See if yall with this real gangsta guerrilla shit Have you ever seen 100,000 rip riders from the side Blue Chucks, blue rags, grey clouds, blue skies On the move, cant lose, Hill Street blues Niggas gotta pay they dues on the crews or with the uzi spray These suckas then I cruise, my granny saw it on the news She shook up, look up and then she put me on the move I tried to get away, but I couldnt get far Cause the homies had the loop-loop that night at King Park And I got into a squab, got caught and went to jail Straight to the County with no motherfuckin bail 4800 with this Crippin, oh well My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail He said trip Dogg, ya better get right, Crip right Eyes open cause niggas get stuck on seez-ight It aint no motherfuckin problem - pop-pop, tick-tock Never flip-flop, 20 crippin til I drop Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop Ca-rip Is I, in the motherfuckin S-5 With the red bandana double knotted round the rearview Niggas see clear through, they know that its Game Cherry red Lowenharts let em know that I bang So bang, like Snoop in Deep Cover I got the seat reclined, fo-five under the white-T, smothered Dippin down Green Leaf, I aint got no enemies Been shot five times, now I bleed Hennessy And bang for my niggas locked up, they cant stop us It aint a gangsta party til we go and dig Pac up Im Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on Hughey P. Newton with Air Force Ones on I gangbang but Im the opposite of Tookie Williams Red Lambo, red bandana print ceilin Me and Snoop got the West Coast locked Red and blue rag tied in a knot With all my motherfuckin homies yellin out Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip Ca-rip I ran outta gas in Long Beach, Im stuck Aint no Bloods and all I see is blue Chucks Hopped out the 6-trey, nowhere to go Til Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steeler 6-4 We just dippin, one Bloodin one Crippin Im on that Bulls shit, throwback Scott Pippen Moral is, my bandana hangin from the left side So if you aint a Crip or a Blood, just throw up Westside Yeah cuz, we just tippin Me and Game doin thangs, switchin lanes, Hurricanes on my feet Stop, and C-Walk to the beat Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street Eastside LBC, gun in my hand Its the turf by the surf but we dont play in the sand We just - slip and slide out, we rip and ride out Let it C known, nigga welcome to the Thunderdome Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop

Girl you know I love you, baby. You know I love you. I be callin your mama house lookin for you, some more shit. All them fuckin letters you sent to the county, I love them letters, baby. Ay Ima buy you roses and some more shit, flowers, everything, baby. When I get out, when I touch down Ima buy you everything, some red bottoms and some more shit, baby. SIKE! If I gave a fuck about a bitch, Id probably have a baby by now Im always tryna see if its my child Never bow down, never confess Couldve swore I shot blanks, Im gettin a blood test You know why I cant trust no bitch? I mention a blood test and the whole conversation switch Yeah, she aint have nothin to say at all, nigga? Nope, nigga these hoes aint shit I dont support child support, I wont show up to court Your intentions was Mickey from the jump, what we was fuckin for Girl you know I dont play that shit Im the captain with no cape, I dont save no bitch I just give em dick and dip, you can call me Diplo Her plus me with two homies, she was with the flip mode And that was like 2 in the morning She was home and laid up with her nigga, man these bitches be ho-in If I ever gave a fuck about one bitch, nigga I would be dumb If I ever gave a fuck about one bitch, nigga I would be dumb If I gave a fuck about a bitch, Id always be broke Id never have no mothafuckin endo to smoke Ask TeeCee the loc, you dont know by now? Im that ganged up nigga with that midtown sound Hit the club in my Dickies on some gangsta shit She bad, I give her this gangsta dick Ride slow down your block in that gangsta whip Extra clips, if you run then you better not trip Now she blowin up my phone tryna get that ring Hold up, bitch, that nigga just got hit You can talk to the boss, shit I aint gon trip All that talkin out your mouth, you can suck this dick All my life, all my life Stack this money, I dont need no wife All my life, all my life Fucked you once, might fuck you twice [If I ever gave a fuck about one bitch, nigga I would be dumb If I ever gave a fuck about one bitch, nigga I would be dumb] And know it aint no fun if the homies cant have none Charlie Hood, Im goin hard on a bitch She fakin that nut to keep her relationship Now aint that some shit, never loved no trick Thats why Im fuckin bitches, ballin hard, James Worthy Put her on the team and now she tryna rock my jersey Sayin that she loyal but shes really thirsty Suck a nigga dick cause I dont show her no mercy One for the money, two for the show Hangin out the window like, mothafuck a ho Gettin money every day cause thats all a nigga knows Stash spot got the heat, cause all my niggas trained to go And thats for them hoes, yeah Im through with it Theres nothin left to do with it, pass it to the bro Now you hit it, cause she aint nothin but a bitch to me And yall know that bitches get flipped by me [If I ever gave a fuck about one bitch, nigga I would be dumb If I ever gave a fuck about one bitch, nigga I would be dumb]

Shit They say three times the charm, huh? Hehe, I got ya Yeah, all gas, fast livin like somethin was speedin Ashy to classy now I bless em like someone who sneezin Im only here to give em pressure, bitch, picture me squeezin Against the world like I was Pac, wasnt nobody believin Nothin deceivin, know the truth, what the fuck you was needin? We gather this evenin for the one, reputation was steamin Vision me gleamin from the mud, aint no point in you cleanin Im motivation for the ones who nobody was feedin Automatic still give em the same kick Started the sideline now Im starrin in Game 6 Spit and make em replay it like theyre stuck on the same disc Work, I give em new, never stretchin the same brick Never the same chick, yeah Im still on that same shit Cop me a new spot, tryna see where the plane fits Picture me with a crown, next to that where my name sits Galaxy in the ceilin just to show em what fame gets Hm, in the heart of the jungle walkin through the fire You beat the charge if you showed up with an alibi Runnin wild in the city, no direction All we know is get that dough, run up the checks and Huh, Im self-made, wasnt made for the military Get paid, dodge jail and the cemetery You better reach for the stars, take your best shot You let them haters kill your dream, your ass be assed out, foreal Uhh, fill a Backwood with three nicks V6 cut the coke, remix Squeeze clips if ever we hear that he snitched Im allergic to broke niggas in the precinct Found out my man was hatin and we aint speak since Barneys, Nords cant add up the paper we spent Tryna get drunk, Im tokin, I got a P bent I touched a million, aint sleep since, on defense Freedom got me feelin like I flown up Out of prison, I aint think that I was blowin up Bunch of young rich niggas holdin Rollies up Run up on us, watch how quick Ill lift the toaster up Money got me feelin like you cant control us Servin, watchin out for the patrollers We used to play the game, bring your controllers Seen niggas get killed, heart froze up Picked up them choppas, got to go and duck Shootin everything up, it aint no ho in us Shit aint even last, free bro and them In Chicago Im home, thats on foe and them Now Im thinkin right cause I see I can make it Saw the fam strugglin and I couldnt take it You got it out the mud, I got it out the pavement I used to miss payments, got the title, dare you try to take it Hah! Triple OG Never without vision or livin goal-free Never writ it though, Ive been out gettin this since 03 Every little red cent and every dividend Has been counted and acquired Been legit, legal and been with the code Im colder than December in the winter cold Look, Ive been out givin canned goods and clothes To the children on 34th, real nigga, ugh I could put you on like socks Put you on like my watch Put you on the block, you can get that off Put you on the right lot, you can get that car Put you on like a fitted, put you on in my city Got the stars in the ceilin Thats the Wraith, got the top in the trunk, thats a don I could give it to a nigga either way cause Im on, L Im on Im on Im on Im on Im on Im on Im on yeah Wakin up, feelin good, rollin through the neighborhood Do or die, every day, I lead em in a different way I dont take no mess, get it off of my chest Ima be dressed to impress, no stress, fresh Off the Eastside, Trae called me up and said Unc, Ima need you on the B-side So I came through-a, mic checked, one-two-a Gettin real funky, kinda smell like manure Eight cars, eight stars Return of the mack with these hot eight bars Flip through it, dip through it This is the shit thatll make you get to it Break down, give it up, pour it up Now drink it up, roll it up Light it up, how you feel, yall? See you in high definition with a mothafuckin real Dogg And every day Im on And if I wasnt, then why would I say Im on? Get an M and get low, thats the Dre Im on Get a B in blue, thats the Jay Im on They on sidelines watchin what play Im on I call a audible, thats what a baller do They keep askin me, Is there more to do? Well, aint water wet? Well then its more to get Til my shortys set, and his shortys set This game aint over, its more quarters left I gotta rep my city, do it for the set I gotta talk my shit until Im short of breath Cause the world is full of niggas tryna off your on switch Tryna find a place that your coffin gon fit Me and my niggas on some confidant shit And we aint really feelin that off and on shit, Im on Maybach Music Chasin paper, starin out the casket Was a stunna til they froze all the assets Killers at your neck til you cut a check You talkin bout the money, nigga where its at? Cars for my dogs, do it for the cause Right back here tomorrow nigga, inshallah Prayin on my knees, do it for the keep Do it for the team or Ima let it be Hahah, Chamilitary mane They thought I was done, but really I aint even stress it Just look at all the dough I got invested Two years and two billion dollar exits And now your relevance aint lookin that impressive So glad we aint gotta chase relevance And I would like to thank the dead presidents For not livin forever-ever, forever-ever For all of them that passed, Ive been gettin paid ever since We okay, still paid, still stackin it We gon stay, courtside, thats accurate We gon take the White House and get back in it They tried to turn us into the villains like Colin Kaepernick But its okay, Gotham City needs savin Theyll fight back but Ima shock em like Raiden I dont fold, I dont quit and dont cave in Your worst nightmare, Freddy Krueger, Wes Craven Im on, Im on Im on, Im on Im on, Im on Im on, yeah G, uhh, and I dont think he really needs any coachin The weathers gettin hot, Eazy Season approachin Came up and everybody sees the devotion I put the work in, I cause a commotion Whenever Im in public, modern-day Elvis Hoes at my shows wanting selfies Made it here and aint nobody helped us Now Im on a path to be great so they say Thats what everybody tells us, ya know Raised knee-deep in the dope game If I had two guns up then they was both aimed Saturday mornin, Im watchin Soul Train Eatin leftover food, lo-mein Now Im plant-based, couple juice bars Im on now, I dont care if the stamp straight Told Trae Im the truth like his name is Can show you what pain is, Ill tell you what game is Ghost Im on Im on Im on Im on Im on, Im on Im on, Im on Im on Im on Im on, Im on Im on, Im on Im on Ayy Trae, let The Counselor speak E-40! The best that ever did it and got away with it Let The Counselor speak Not a septic tank, but Im with the shit On my Coast, Im the topic and the subject Where Im from, its hella squeeze and heathens guns bust I wish that TD Jakes would come and pray for us They pimpin, they flockin, they like to steal and rob Backdoor their loved ones, inside job Thats why I stay with a stapler, a baby tomahawk Life or death situations in case I gotta pop I made a promise to the Lord that Ima keep it funky Never switched, never sell my soul for money I always been for right, maybe thats whats wrong Now Im on like the most requested song Since a teen, I was doin my thing, magazine On the 1300 block, we had a machine I had a quarter mil at the age of 19 In the kitchen cookin birdies with no wings The best rappers come from the gravel, the slums Empty rack with spaghetti sauce jars rockin up crumbs It aint easy bein on for 30 years To see the glitter and glamour but not the blood, sweat and tears Im an old ass youngsta, bruh, Im a vet Sick Wid It Records, sellin cassettes before the internet I never made a mixtape in my life But one day Ima do it for my fans, the people that saved my life Im on Im on, Im on Im on, Im on Im on, Im on Im on, yeah, ohh Im on, Im on Im on, ooh yeah

Uh, you fuckin with a fly bitch Fly shit, too fly to be a side-bitch In front of me, Im like, Bye, bitch! Your boyfriend ridin in the whip, ‘cause I drive stick Uh, stuntin is a habit Haul ass, while Im dippin through the traffic With my bitches blowin smoke, getting ratchet Pump up my first shit, its already a classic In my Benzo, speedin up the tempo Runnin through Cali from the Valley to Modesto You fuckin with the best though, Raven the queen And if a dude actin up he dont make the team Its like that, Im the one they cant wait to see But I dont quit the role out, I got some place to be I whip it fast, dudes just wanna get the ass But they gonna have to keep up, and hope they dont crash Hit the gas, hit the gas We drive fast and we going to get the cash Hit the gas, hit the gas Uh uh, hit the gas We drive fast and we going to get the cash Hit the gas, hit the gas, hit the gas We drive fast and we going to get the cash Hit the gas Vroom, vroom, give me some room, room Im bout to roll through with a bag of boom, boom Its never too soon, so what its high noon? See, if I twisted your Mrs., Im a tycoon I mean Im too goon, I mean Im too gone When I hit the gas, soundin like an H-bomb Its S, N, double O, P – bitch, you better know She said: Pop the clutch!, so I let it go All you see is smoke, all I do is smoke Burn the blunt, burn the rubber, and now we all choke Tryin to be discreet, dont try to run at me Should have checked my 9-1-1 LB pedigree Aint no catching up, you gotta let it be And if you trying to Raven, where you at? You in the Valley? Aint misbehaving, Big Snoop and Raven Hit the gas, hit the gas We drive fast and we going to get the cash Hit the gas, hit the gas Uh uh, hit the gas We drive fast and we going to get the cash Hit the gas, hit the gas, hit the gas We drive fast and we going to get the cash Hit the gas Neffy blow jetfuel I make her wear a hardhat, ‘cause Im a real tool I was the man in school and out of school You think Im going back to work, then you a damn fool Watch me hit the gas on that ass No chips on my pass on that ass Kick back, roll a blunt and crack a left ‘Cause my lifes lovely and your niggas mad He aint got enough fun I re up on that gas and I fill up on that gas Im all screwed up, like Philips on that ass You got an ass on an ass, I got a dick in my pants If you do a little dance, Ima throw a couple of bands I make her put it in my hand Bend that ass over, baby, three-point stance P made her say Uhh, Ima make her say Heh When I put that big pump in her tank, hit the gas Hit the gas, hit the gas We drive fast and we going to get the cash Hit the gas, hit the gas Uh uh, hit the gas We drive fast and we going to get the cash Hit the gas, hit the gas, hit the gas We drive fast and we going to get the cash Hit the gas

Pain will make it better Tell me how you feel Look over your shoulder Time will make it real Give me no excuses I know how ya feel Pain will make it better Pain will make it better Pain will make it better Let me see how many palms go up high If youve ever felt the world had you licked And what you waving side to side to symbolize Needing help on the sand put you under quick Big mama said, The Devils up to no good But we can heal it on a Sunday with a good book Or we can kill it on a Monday for a good look Make it part of the campaign, to withstand pain Me, myself, place it all on my shoulders And give it my all, like heavy lifting No gain without tears and sweat They claim blue skies with white clouds, steady drifting When pain come to get ya, it hit ya like flu Better times will pick ya, do what you gotta do To earn focus in the stormy weather Come out the tunnel to the light, saying Pain will make it better Tell me how you feel Look over your shoulder Time will make it real Give me no excuses I know how ya feel Pain will make it better Pain will make it better Pain will make it better Pain will make it better No wetter, four-letter, mo better Slow pain, no gain, go-getter Change like the weather Solid as a rock, small piece of leather but well put together Flames are endeavors Time to find out that gain makes it better Pain makes it better Shades of epiphany, cant let it get to me Move so differently, do it so swiftly Ease into my style, lay mine down King be crowned, look at me now Teaching my classes by the masses Used to gang-bang, used to love the clashes Now cash is the only motivation But not for me, G, I’m into public relations Thats food for your De La Soul, word to the letter Pain will make it better Tell me how you feel Look over your shoulder Time will make it real Give me no excuses I know how ya feel Pain will make it better Pain will make it better The bigger the headache, bigger the pill The harder you fall, stronger the will We came from the back of the bus, talking Watts to Mobile Now were on a house on a hill Struggle went from filling ya gas tank The bank wasnt feeling your loan The OT couldnt cover the bills When life came with a couple of spills But were gon use that pain for fuel, so Give me no excuses I know how ya feel Pain will make it better Pain will make it better Pain will make it better Pain will make it better Pain will make it better Pain will make it better Pain will make it better Pain will make it better Your music means everything

If they’re taking what you earned and you always getting burned Put their face on the curb, you gots to bang bang They wanna take what you got or they’re blowing up the spot I don’t care if he’s a cop, you gots to bang bang Jealousy is a bitch, if he twitch he’s a snitch Trigger finger got the itch, you gots to bang bang You wanna fuck with my gang? We’ll be bringing you the pain It ain’t ever gonna change They say the pen’s like a sword right before my sawed-off shotty was born Knock on your door, pop your entire mind on the floor Murder the usual clients just to gain the acceptance Of a circle of super tyrants in a race for weapons Most popular of course the AK-47 Bought a dirty bomb for nine hundred K in North Yemen We the shifty-faced personification of militants Facilitate pistols spray incredible distance Behind the scenes of intrigue and the cold technology Orchestrated chaos catapult fear in society Seeds are planted, deceit and evil seize the planet Make your choice: feast or famine We creep with cannons And spray everything like a fire truck and such Still smoking like somebody just sparked up a Dutch Or the Branch Davidian compound around town Doomsday can start now, motherfuck a count down If they’re taking what you earned and you always getting burned Put their face on the curb, you gots to bang bang They wanna take what you got or they’re blowing up the spot I don’t care if he’s a cop, you gots to bang bang Jealousy is a bitch, if he twitch he’s a snitch Trigger finger got the itch, you gots to bang bang You wanna fuck with my gang? We’ll be bringing you the pain It ain’t ever gonna change Recognise, analyze, mobilize, analyze the great white hope Irish pope being canonized The portrait’s painted, about to get sainted Any single kingdom you from, I’ll reign it The hustle been tainted, the plot’s been foiled The whole world sold out, you all got spoiled I spit that flame, I spark that fire All the woods bow down and they call me sire I’m the true peckerwood Caucasoid messiah I’m a crazy baldhead, death’s when I retire You can’t burn my kingdom if it’s made of fire You was born from a bitch so you was born a liar If they’re taking what you earned and you always getting burned Put their face on the curb, you gots to bang bang They wanna take what you got or they’re blowing up the spot I don’t care if he’s a cop, you gots to bang bang Jealousy is a bitch, if he twitch he’s a snitch Trigger finger got the itch, you gots to bang bang You wanna fuck with my gang? We’ll be bringing you the pain It ain’t ever gonna change Yeah, I ain’t here to talk it out man, fuck a dialogue I’m an enemy, you want a friend? Go and buy a dog If the methods to my madness is idiotic And violence is a disease, then everybody in my city got it I pack a banger and I hang around with crooks Who run across the country making money off the books I’m gluttonous and greedy just as hungry as it looks I seen they wouldn’t feed me so I took it like a jux My eyes are open, head is racing forever Got an army behind me, a federation of terror They can blindly define me as the insomniac zombie Who shot ya, look at ya, you remind me of Gandhi It goes three times in the chest, point blank range Forty-four right on the back like Danny Ainge The cocaine makes my brain so strange One up in the chamber, let the bullets go bang! If they’re taking what you earned and you always getting burned Put their face on the curb, you gots to bang bang They wanna take what you got or they’re blowing up the spot I don’t care if he’s a cop, you gots to bang bang Jealousy is a bitch, if he twitch he’s a snitch Trigger finger got the itch, you gots to bang bang You wanna fuck with my gang? We’ll be bringing you the pain It ain’t ever gonna change

Im gonna take my time She gon get hers before I Im gonna take it slow Im not gonna rush the stroke So she can get a sensual seduction So I can get a sensual seduction So we can get a sensual seduction Sensual seduction, whoa whoa She might be with him but shes thinking bout me, me, me We dont go to the mall, we dont go out to eat, eat, eat All that we ever do is play in the sheets, sheets, sheets Smoke us a cigarette, then go back to sleep, sleep, sleep Cause we done got a Sensual seduction Sensual seduction, whoa whoa Sensual seduction Sensual seduction, whoa Im gonna take my time She gon get hers before I Im gonna take it slow Im not gonna rush the stroke If ya dont know by now, Doggy Dogg is a freak, freak, freak I keep a bad bitch with me, seven days out the week, week, week And all that we ever do is play in the sheets, sheets, sheets Then smoke us a cigarette, and go back to sleep, sleep, sleep Cause we done got a Sensual seduction Sensual seduction, whoa whoa Sensual seduction Sensual seduction, whoa I was all in da club, havin a drink, blowin on a sweet When I peeped this little freak out I was all in the bar, wind drift up, Shawty Redd came on Then she hit the floor, now With a see through dress, long hair, light brown eyes Lookin like Miss Bo Peep And a playa know if I take her home, with them real big hips You so right Im gon beat So I approached the chick with the real pretty face Nice curves on her with a little bitty waist I whispered in her ear, Lil mama, what you drink? I know that youre a freak but you know that I aint gon say shh See my game is outrageous I got her to the crib and exchanged some love faces But it was no need for me to rush to bust one Cause I wanted her to have an eruption Sensual seduction Sensual seduction, whoa Sensual seduction Sensual seduction, whoa whoa Sexual eruption All the time, anytime Sexual eruption

Sup ma? You want to roll with us, yknowhatImsayin? Its good, its love, its all love We got cases of Belvedere, we gon play truth or dare We gon really get to know one another All you gotta do is put your hair down, get your mind right Knahmean? Im here for you, yo Relax yourself, let your conscience be free You now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C Aint no place on the planet that youd rather be But in the blue flame, bitch youre new to the game Cross over to the Roc, make yourself hot The topic of discussion in every nail shop Its a secret society, all we ask is trust And within a week, watch your arm freeze up Brassiere get right, A to a D cup Weave get tight, pedicure your feet up Ears get iced, gear get spiced From hoodrat to superstar, theres your life Fuck with Hova, he can take you out of your hell Say bye to Reebok, say hi to Chanel Say hi to Gucci, Prada as well Take a look in the mirror, be proud of yourself Get your mind right mami, get your mind right You gotta play your part when youre rollin with the R-O-C Get your mind right mami, get your mind right You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me Get your mind right mami, get your mind right I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat Get your mind right mami, get your mind right And I need gangsta girls, for my gangsta family Yo, Im young Memphis, used to play the apprentice Now Im like the teacher, cmere, let me teach ya How to play them benches, hold this work in your dentures How to play it cool when police come to pinch us Relax mami, let the Belvy flow Inhale the dro, exhale it slow I could teach you how to roll, teach you bout fly kicks Teach you how to keep your nose up out of my shit When the beeper goes off, please dont reach Like you put a ring or spend cheese on Bleek Get your mind right baby, goin through mine crazy When Im in the shower, 69 me crazy Track my last call, contact my broad With a bitch or two, had physical contact in the mall You got issues {inhales} problems you need to iron out I will, holla, for now you on time out You gotta play your part when youre rollin with the R-O-C Cmon little mama, cmon You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me Get your mind right mami, get your mind right Cmon little mama, cmon I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat Get your mind right mami, get your mind right Cmon baby girl, cmon And I need gangsta girls, for my gangsta family Get your mind right mami, get your mind right Cmon little mama, cmon P-I-M-P-ology I play you and you pay me Believe me when I tell you girl I know you a freak For fuckin with me, that aint all you can be Just put your mind to it you can go real far I know times gettin hard on the boulevard They say, pimpin is dead , man, pimpin aint dead These hoes just scared and they blind tryin and dyin to be led But whos to lead em? Talk shit to em and beat em Get they mind right and feed em Now I dont need em , but I can do that there Put on a three-piece suit and Shirley Temple my hair So I can, feel like a player when I walk in the place Got yo bitch all on my line, and now she up in my face Is this yo bitch? Is that yo bitch? Cause if shes not, she mine She falling for a nigga and I aint even dropped a line Get out my limelight bitch, and get your mind right Cmon, little mama, cmon Get your mind right bitch, get your mind right Cmon baby girl, cmon, cmon You gotta play your part when youre rollin with the R-O-C Get your mind right mami, get your mind right You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me Get your mind right ma, get your mind right I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat Got ta get your mind right baby, get your mind right And I need gangsta girls for my gangsta family Get your mind right mami, get your mind right Get your mind right ma, get your mind right huh? Got ta get your mind right baby, get your mind right

This one ya hear Fruit juice Number one you know me can’t lose Inna my garden me pick the fruit that me choose Fruit juice in my glass you know me can’t lose Take away my worry, my stress, and my blues Higher level natural vibes are what me give dem My princess say she love it when we ride pon rhythm Natural berries are so very good for the system Some tart, some sweet, you just can’t resist them Sweetsop, neesberries, cantaloupes, soursop Pineapple, mango, my taste buds tangle An ice cold beverage in my honeycomb hideout Chillin’ with my beautiful empress we a standout She sip the beet juice, said she really love the medicine Drink it down slow feel the good vibe settling The way the flavors going down She ordered up another round Tell me that she feel alright Natural juices over Sprite Feel the guava juice She have a healthy appetite No drink the red bull Because she don’t believe the hype (Feel the guava juice She have a healthy appetite No drink the red bull Because she don’t believe the hype) Pick up the empress Then we-ah drink up the fruit Juice cause too much soda make ya big, fat, and loose Blend up the sour sop, the carrot, and the root They give all dem love Mr. Vegas and, Snoop We no give y’all syrup cause that can’t make no youth Give all dem some me juice grab and a loot Say dem want a sample, of the arrow root-a Dem a say me strong inna the root-a Oy, Oy Oy Oy Oy Oy Oy Oy Oy, Oy Oy Oy Oy Oy Oy Don’t want no soda pop in my cup Natural juices, rasta come up

Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah Everything on a bitch, that means all on you I rock diamonds, she rock diamonds on her collar too Ball all night like hoops, I got guys that shoot I might drop my roof, I might light my doob Bitches getting curved dont deserve my juice Police getting swerved dont deserve no proof Drinking in the booth, smoking in the booth Your man need a clue, I dont respect the rules Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up Jumped off the pliz-ane with a bad bitch and her friend, mane We in the cut, and she thick as fuck P with me So you know whats up Ayo B, C-O-D Your BM be DMing D-O-G She stumbled on to some grown shit Old ass nigga with a long dick Chanika, Tanika, Tenisa, Juanita This a secret so I had to sneak her Cherry and Terry ate berries, cause Ares my dude says as juice as some berries Gang gang, get cheese , pinpoint, pop Ps Marble floor for these alligators, now hit the P on that elevator Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up Pushing that button, P, penthouse floor I go up Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up Nigga got gas, I roll up, nigga got drinks, I pour up Yeah Said you aint never walked on marble floor before? Mm You aint never laid on a mink sheet before either, huh? Take them silk panties off Well see what kind of fabric you working with Yeah Presidential penthouse suite, overlooking the whole motherfucking city Ya digg Gang gang Gang gang Gang gang Gang gang Gang gang Yuppy kuppy gang gang Gang gang Gang gang gang gang

Hahahahaha I said lets go, not lets wait Girl Im tryna fuck with you with no social media Take you to a private place with no social media Girl you look so good when you got no social media Bring my friends, you bring some too, just no social media My word is bond, my kush is strong My money long, my dick the bomb Im still the same, Ill never change Ill still fuck a bitch out a wedding ring on everything Dark skin, got a light skin friend poppin In the 62 coupé, ass droppin Baby press silent, we dont need our phones And mothafuck a charger, you can leave it home Dont keep going on your phone, Im starting to getting upset Cause you wouldnt be shit without the internet I dont give a fuck bout how many likes you get Fuck a selfie stick, suck a healthy dick, bitch! Girl Im tryna fuck with you with no social media Take you to a private place with no social media Girl you look so good when you got no social media Bring my friends, you bring some too just no social media Jumped out the back of a black Sprinter van On Crip cuz, headed to the strip club Walked in bad bitches all in my face, want a pick, want some dick Want some Henny, have a taste on me So G, I aint fucking with no TMZ Get your girls and you follow me, all on me, swallow me Slide out, bout to dip, take a trip, plead the fifth Ride out, back door, black tint, beat me there, dont meet me there You and your girl need to fuck with a G but no social media Leave your purse and your phone at the door on the low Aint no social media Girl Im tryna fuck with you with no social media Take you to a private place with no social media Girl you look so good when you got no social media Bring my friends, you bring some too just no social media Oh no-oh-woah, oh no-oh-woah Lets do this on the low-oh-woah, yeah Oh no-oh-woah, oh no-oh-woah Lets do this on the low-oh-woah, yeah Oh no-oh-woah, oh no-oh-woah Lets do this on the low-oh-woah, yeah Oh no-oh-woah, oh no-oh-woah Lets do this on the low-oh-woah, yeah

Baby, I come running Baby, I come running Just keep me coming And I come running Cause Im your dog Baby Im your dog So whenever you call I come running Baby, I come running Baby, I come running Just keep me coming And I come running Cause Im your dog Baby Im your dog So whenever you call I come running He aint listenin So you can talk to me, dont listen to him A body like that aint hard to feed Cause girl Ill eat you up All in a couple of seconds Girl Ill eat you up Its when you realize youre in Heaven Like howd you get there? Baby what you doin in this chair? Couldnt let you sit there You need help, somebody should get there You see girl, time is like money Both of which men love Spend them both with me =And then for sure youll know Baby, I come running Baby, I come running Just keep me coming And I come running Cause Im your dog Baby Im your dog So whenever you call I come running Baby, I come running Baby, I come running Just keep me coming And I come running Cause Im your dog Baby Im your dog So whenever you call I come running Shes impressed by a fat boy Cadillac, weed, pistol on his lap, boy Home run hitter, thought I was a batboy Search warrant for the crib, you better get a map for it Paid for, meanin I aint gotta rap for it She a alley oop, I tap it off the backboard Hustlin, baby what you lookin for? Just ask for it Blue Ferrari, Im the envy of the task force Impeccable suits, as I run with my dogs Pinkie rings and things that come with my wonderful job Dogg pound niggas, and we came to fight I was several million up before it came to light Now they callin me the truest one to ever do it Status symbol for the pimps, now enjoy the music Smoked out like a player and you know the name Break a bitch quick, really, biggest in the game Baby, I come running Baby, I come running Just keep me coming And I come running Cause Im your dog Baby Im your dog So whenever you call I come running Baby, I come running Baby, I come running Just keep me coming And I come running Cause Im your dog Baby Im your dog So whenever you call I come running I got... Rottweiler in tube sock Pitbull... lock on your neck, kiss it and youll die Boxer... you take mines off then hallelujah Shando, count my blessings, spin around two times Freaky... freak like its the 80s Fuckin explicit, radio prolly say we Should tone it... down with the clean version Dirty... but in public youre like teen virgin I like it... make me realize my vices Enticin, flower bombin all on your privates Private... meetin inside your bedroom Head in that Maybach boomin, thank God for leg room Its a trophy in that pussy, Imma cum in first place Imma cum in first place, cum in, cum in first place Im your D-O-double-G and I need more Pedigree What it D-O? Puppy chow, Ive been grown and so off the leash, ho Baby, I come running Baby, I come running Just keep me coming And I come running Cause Im your dog Baby Im your dog So whenever you call I come running Baby, I come running Baby, I come running Just keep me coming And I come running Cause Im your dog Baby Im your dog So whenever you call I come running

Im cooling in LA The place where stars are born And it aint never cold outside Because the rain will never storm And the stars aint only in the sky Because the stars lay on the floor And I-I-I-I-I, I got the city on lock if you wanna explore And baby I been cooling in LA Pull up to the Roscos Only guy here, cause niggas from here Know you gotta swerve around the potholes Eating chickens with these chickens, politicin We gon get a new team or not? They up and down like Impala switches All these girls got extensions, even with the long hair Everybody tripping, we mix Cîroc with Patrón here Dont walk around alone here, everybody from a gang Niggas ask you where you from That mean you gotta run that chain Smoking on that purple rain We only smoke a certain strain Soon as you call twice nigga Welcome to the circle maine Catch me off of Rodeo, Alameda, Figueroa Whoop these rappers ass, they all bums nigga, skid row And I aint dissing homeless people, I be down there feeding niggas 100 days, 100 nights, we killing for no reason nigga La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, look at me in my Impala In LA The place where stars are born And it aint never cold outside Because the rain will never storm And the stars aint only in the sky Because the stars lay on the floor And I-I-I-I-I, I got the city on lock if you wanna explore And baby I been cooling in LA La-la-la-la-la-la Baby when you coming to LA? La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Im from that big blue raggin, tip toe taggin Mustard and mayonnaise, with Daynas on the wagon Brown paper baggin, baby mama naggin Youre either skinny jeans, Gucci belt or straight saggin Pleasure and agony, black James Cagney The wood is the wood, but the hood is like a cavity So much tragedy, rarely see clarity Im like a heir-to-be, charity, sincerely Los Angeles, scandalous, handle us how? We the ones you get your swag from, write that down Home of the green leaf, watch out now High school lesson, yall can drop out now California highway, California my way I do it that way, then roll a fat J La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, look at me in my Cadillac car In LA The place where stars are born And it aint never cold outside Because the rain will never storm And the stars aint only in the sky Because the stars lay on the floor And I-I-I-I-I, I got the city on lock if you wanna explore And baby I been cooling in LA La-la-la-la-la-la Baby when you coming to LA? La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la I got LA poppin, cars be hoppin No refreshing these hoes, they keep shoppin Sunset droppin, chicken heads flockin No recess, my flows, theres no stoppin DeLorean rollin, pockets stay swollen Drive down the 10, East Los is where Im goin Cholo swagger, que pasa wassup? Im rockin it in LA LA native, LA Raider, LA Rams, motherfuck them traitors LA Clippers, LA Lakers, trippin off Kobe, you the motherfuckin greatest LA Dodgers, finger to the Padres East Los niggas sayin chinga tu madre La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, look at me in my fancy car In LA The place where stars are born And it aint never cold outside Because the rain will never storm And the stars aint only in the sky Because the stars lay on the floor And I-I-I-I-I, I got the city on lock if you wanna explore And baby I been coolin in- Its time to blackout, time to spit this crack out Niggas been fiending for this shit, Aftermath a crack house The way I spit, niggasll think I pulled the MAC out I said the way I spit, niggasll think I blew J-Lo back out Still Compton nigga, fuck yall thought I went on vacation? Same nigga that used to break in houses and steal PlayStations I hate waiting I told Dre to put out Detox, or Ima do it This is that nigga, The Chronic mixed with embalming fluid Bring your chin here blood, so I can put this llama to it Disrespectful nigga, see this window? I send your mama through it Do it for the coast, so we can toast to it Who showed you all the Pirus, the SAs and how the Los do it? Similar to how the vice lords and folks do it You remember Bump J, out west? Im the closest to it Put on for my city bitch cause Im supposed to do it Straight Outta Compton, Im the fucking movie poster to it, nigga Mitchy, we out Blood

Uh, say Uh, uh, say Say, bow wow wow Uh, uh, bow wow Uh, uh, Snoop Dogg Yeah, uh, my name is Hair nappy but Im happy, pocket full of dough From the C-O, representin So So The girls recognize and these niggas do too Im the flyest thing walkin through junior high school So make room next to your little Backstreet poster Cause Bow Wows here and its over! Ya heard? Im this, Im that, Im all of the above In a big body shotgun, ridin on dubs Ive been seen with the baddest, heard with the best And I got it locked down from the East to the West Look at my eyes, ya know; I aint playin Thats why all through the streets All I hear niggas sayin is Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay Where my dogs at? Bark with me now Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay And all my girls around the world that love How its going down, say Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay Where my dogs at? Bark with me now Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay And all the girls around the world that love How its going down Now that the gates wide open, it is I who they runnin from Little with the ill crossover like Iverson In 2K, my way, Im the first to rock First to drop, ice in the bezel of a G-Shock Like B.I.G. and Pac, Im hard to forget What makes it even worse, Im just getting started Yeah, thats me thats got your daughter in a frenzy Yeah, thats me thats got her arguing with her friends about Who gon get me when they see me Sayin, Do you see him?, Ooh, he the man! Thirteen, game locked, dont trip All that and a bag of chips; Hi! My name is.. Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay Where my dogs at? Bark with me now Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay And all my girls around the world that love How its going down, say Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay Where my dogs at? Bark with me now Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay And all the girls around the world that love How its going down Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay Woof, motherfucker, the Dogg came to play Calgon, Calgon, take me away Im in the dirty-dirty with my nephew J Dizzy, izzy, boy, we getting busy With Lil Bow Wizzy, this shit is off the heezy I threw him like a Frisbee and yeah, he came back Like a boomerang, Dogg Pound gang Hundred-thousand dollar chains, what you say, JD? Bling, bling, money aint a thang Ya ask me again and Ima tell you the same Im flippin on these niggas while Im trippin on these niggas Buck one, buck two, buck three, buck four You standin on the wall, nigga, bust a ho But you cant trust a ho, its good game Now all my niggas represent your thang Put it up, now click-clack it up And all the niggas, bag it up Cause I wanna smack it up We do it to ya Doggystyle Big Bow Wow in yo mouth, bow wow! Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay Where my dogs at? Bark with me now Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay And all my girls around the world that love How its going down, say Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay Where my dogs at? Bark with me now Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay And all the girls around the world that love How its going down Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay Where my dogs at? Bark with me now Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay And all my girls around the world that love How its going down, say Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay Where my dogs at? Bark with me now Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay And all the girls around the world that love How its going down

Konvict, Konvict Snoop Dogg, Dogg Konvict Music Akon and David Banner If niggas wanna ride tonight Best believe we bout to ride tonight, yeah Ride Young Money, Cash Money Cmon Akon, lets go I got a 9 millimeter Ready to go off any minute so you feel it Because of the law, I had to conceal it If you fuck around you gon make me reveal it, aye I got a 9 millimeter Ready to go off any minute so you feel it Because of the law, I had to conceal it If you fuck around you gon make me reveal it Tool on deck, why would I lie? Nigga, you a pussy, hope you got nine lives I can hit a nigga with the 9 nine times Country-ass boy, country like LeAnn Rimes Mississippi D-Banner and Lil Weezyana Everybody got tools, so you will need a hammer Im a pill-poppin animal, syrup-sippin nigga Im so high you couldnt reach me with a fuckin antenna You fuckin with this man, you can be this mans dinner The 9 give me brains, but the AK add liver The rapper is insane, flowin like a mad river Make yo ass quiver like you naked at winter Hollygrove honcho, hard time giver Im a shark in the water, you just Long John Silver I got a girl, you wanna meet her? Her name is 9 millimeter I got a 9 millimeter Ready to go off any minute so you feel it Because of the law, I had to conceal it If you fuck around you gon make me reveal it I got a 9 millimeter Ready to go off any minute so you feel it Because of the law, I had to conceal it If you fuck around you gon make me reveal it If I got nine slugs, nine bullets gon fly If I got a red beam, nine people gon die Nine mamas gon cry, nine spirits in the sky Nine preachers preachin nine sermons, tellin nine lies Cause each and every one of yall nine niggas wasnt shit I wouldve rather kept the nine Rugers in the Ruger clip The index finger slipped, the nine let nine spit I lick em all like eighteen tits on nine chicks Im a suicide risk, nine slits on each wrist If I die nine times the next go-arounds a bitch And if I come back Ill throw 99 shows And shove nine inches of dick in 99 hoes yall I got a 9 millimeter Ready to go off any minute so you feel it Because of the law, I had to conceal it If you fuck around you gon make me reveal it I got a 9 millimeter Ready to go off any minute so you feel it Because of the law, I had to conceal it If you fuck around you gon make me reveal it Im a West Coast original, black John Wayne Nigga, where we from we like to pop that thang You better stop that, mang Fat mouth to Dogg and Ima pop-pop-bang Pigs wanna bust me, hoes wanna suck me Niggas wanna touch me, none of that, trust me Im too slick, too sly, never snitch, I let it ride I set aside all my feelings when Im killin like a villain Move quick like a cheetah, Im a killa, I aint here to lock up I flash the heater, then lock yo whole block up Dip-dop-deeter Banner, turn the beat up! Illa-fo-reala my nilla deal another card You niggas always actin hard I keep a 9 millimeter in my waist and got two more in the car Yeah, youre all about to get it So quit it, tryin to conceal it Youll fuck around and make me reveal it, so kill it skillet I got a 9 millimeter Ready to go off any minute so you feel it Because of the law, I had to conceal it If you fuck around you gon make me reveal it I got a 9 millimeter Ready to go off any minute so you feel it Because of the law, I had to conceal it If you fuck around you gon make me reveal it

Shit ya did it again my nigga For shizzle dizzle F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P We internationally known and locally respected Now I know you done heard about me F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P We internationally known and locally respected Now I know you done heard about me Im a P-I-M-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a blunt up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm cause Im a G And Im a motherfuckin C-R-I-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a crumb up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and Im a G And Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P Yo that shit is crazy Whoo Kid Rewind that, play that back F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P We internationally known and locally respected Now I know you done heard about me F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P We internationally known and locally respected Now I know you done heard about me Im a P-I-M-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a blunt up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm cause Im a G And Im a motherfuckin C-R-I-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a crumb up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and Im a G And Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P Yeah bitch I got my Now and Later gators on Im bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong You dead wrong if ya think that pimpin gon die Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side Im down with that nigga Fifty like Im down with blue Fuck cuz, nah nigga motherfuck you G-U-N-I-Tizzt, 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 waitin 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 spittin this mag-ah-nificent pimpin I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a blunt up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm cause Im a G And Im a motherfuckin C-R-I-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a crumb up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and Im a G And Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P Its G-Unit and the D-P-G From New York City to the L-B-C Ill break it down for ya, Im a P-I-M-P When my gun go off nigga ask about me Nigga look what done happened since yo bitch done chose My wrist done froze Ill show ya how I get them hoes I spit that G that be fuckin with they brain Have em on the track when its freezin in the rain Spring on a bitch with the nerve to complain Like bitch you dead wrong, you catch a date you’ll be warm You said you want the finer things in life, you gotta go out and get it And Ill be right here waitin when you come back with it Ya see I was born to break a bitch My instructionsll make a bitch I got me a New York Knicks, Celtics, and a Laker bitch I got that G that make these hoes have a change of heart Im a natural, I been good at this from the start I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a blunt up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm cause Im a G And Im a motherfuckin C-R-I-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a crumb up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and Im a G And Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P Its goin down now with Fifty and Big Snoop Dogg And the archbishop, Don Magic Juan Ridin shotgun with WhooKid The straight up pimp is crack-a-lackin Its pimps up, you know its hoes down Its green for the money, gold for the honey We off and we runnin With Fifty and Snoop Dogg and the mackelineum Keepin it down playa Pimps up, you know the rest Church

Konvict Im sitting on my porch watching the law As they ride past in they patrol cars So tell me why I feel like the enemy Theyre supposed to be here protecting me I might have went too far Helping to contribute to making their job hard Serving fiends like these people aint no enemy I cant believe Im out here killing my community If you knew how far I came Where I am and where I used to be I dont want it, you can tell by the look at me This gangsta life aint no longer in me And Im tired of the running, tired of the running Tired of the running, running from the law Baby, you gotta believe me I know theres things I couldve changed, girl I know theres things I couldve done a lot better Instead, Im in the streets trying to make that cheddar Thinking in my mind that you gonna be there forever I know I couldve let it all go But I was thinkin it would make life better Instead Im sittin in this cell writin this letter Thought I wouldnt get caught cause I was way too clever I learned theres no one to catch ya when ya falling And theyll be no one to hear you when youre calling Do you know what its like to wake up in the morning While youre starvin youre hearin bugs crawling Reminiscing on them days you was walking With pretty women on your arm while youre flossing Thankful that I didnt end up in a coffin Something we see too often Said Im tired... Said Im tired... I said Im tired... So tired, yeah Said Im tired...

Can we get a motherfuckin moment of silence For this small chronic break? A-hah, yeah, niggas be brown-nosing these hoes and shit Takin bitches out to eat, and spendin money on these hoes, YouknowhatImsayin? 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 the Bluenotes; Youll never go platinum Hey Daz, give me a light, nigga

Ayo, D Smoke Man, why dont you represent the Wood one time, could you please? Supa Good Smi-doke D-S-M-O-K-E, bitch, its official I got these other niggas in quite a dill of a pickle Cause they bitch want me to pour champagne drip off the nipples Get off, kick off the party, lift off and piss off the people Who kiss up to the establishment, havent you seen they ego? Like me, no I used to do this shit cause I loved it, busted for free though I still do this shit for the love, but add another zero A hero, in my city Im Diddy mixed with Rico Strong, I throw this dick at my lady like its a free throw Long time, me love you, designed by heat and struggle With poem rhymes, I bubble, I grind these motherfuckers They never seen nothin like me Where your roots run? Smoke, he talkin that shit, nigga, where you from? We can do somethin Bro keep talkin that shit, you just might move somethin Apply that pressure , pressure, pressure, pressure Apply that pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure Am I wrong for puttin us on? You would if you could In my zone, they leave me alone, Im good in the Wood Grey Poupon, its in the cologne, my foot on your jug Throwin stones, you never atone, now look at you Supero mitos, rico Jugando ese juego with the cheat code Las salud es llave, vengo de grandes principios Hidrando my body, wake up and throw back a Zico Hop up in the morning, get a waffle at the Roscoes on Manchester I aint gotta head to Pico Aunque soy sano no puedo decirlo de mis hermanos Si andan tirados, turn you into chorizo, we go Stupid, man, its ludicrous Give my girl a kiss and start playin all in her uterus, zero People did it like me before, the world is new to this Red City, nigga, plenty homies in the blue division I did my homework and my rudiments I made my dome work and stayed true to all my hooligans Now I travel where I want regardless of the destination And if you dont know your way, you just might need an invitation Where your roots run? Smoke, he talkin that shit, nigga, where you from? We can do somethin Bro keep talkin that shit, you just might move somethin Apply that pressure , pressure, pressure, pressure Apply that pressure, pressure, pressure

That was the Dogg Pound here right on W Balls 187.4 on your FM dial Youre tuned in to the biggest balls of them all: DJ Saul T. Nuts Aye, dont forget about my homeboy EZ Dicc and the Jackoff Hour Thats happening at twelve oclock tonight Right now we got some new Snoop Doggy Dogg for that ass This one is called Tha Shiznit Youre about to go downtown bitch Right here on the station that plays only platinum hits Thats 187.4 on your FM dial If youre licking, thats W Balls Everybodys got to hear the shit, on W Balls, W Balls, W Balls

Cruisin down the street in my 6 4 Jockin the bitches, slappin a ho Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there, cold, shootin some hoops Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch Cruisin down the street in my , jockin a Well Im cruisin down the street in my candy painted low Bouncin like a door, with 4 on my 6 4s I pull up wood grippin, doors tippin sittin low Im hittin sixteen switches watch it stop and hit the floor Im leanin on the curb sippin syrup blowin dro The girls show me love when they panties hit the floor I said Im leanin on the curb sippin syrup blowin dro I got the 6 4 hoppin, watch it stop and do a show First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it I got a candy apple drop wit a Glock in it First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it I got a candy apple drop wit a Glock in it First I lean, then I rock, First I lean, then I rock, First I lean wit it, then I rock wit it I got a candy apple drop wit a Glock in it Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch Cruisin down the street in my, jockin a bitch Its Bun B Im known for slammin cadillac doors Comin down on that kandy With them swanger and them 4s But I got love for the west coast So I suppose Im-a head out to Cali The land of the low lows Touchdown to L-A-X and I dont need no car Robbie Chino pick me up with the bud and the bar In the hood Im-a star So to the hood im-a go With mike Jones and Snoop Dogg And they already know Then I get love from the Bs Love from the Cs Mexican, Asian thats a more of O Gs Throw it up when they see me And holla Ay Bun When Im comin out as soon as ansy gray one You might see me at long beach OR MAYBE PASADENA Inglewood I E or West COVINA A southside ride with the homie big Kun Car hoppin, top droppin The gettin get good when Im Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch Cruisin down the street in my 6 4, jockin a bitch, jockin a bitch Cruisin down the street in my jockin a bitch Big Snoop Dogg with a yellow paris hiny With two girlies in the back in they crip blue bikinis Shakin and they jumpin cause the duece keep bouncin Tippin, whippin, the ass steady dippin Candy paint drippin and these axels want a sippin As I shake like a dice game Cold as the ice age Mike Jones rockin like a rollin stone Its Snoop Dogg boy, I’m B-B-Bad to the bone Yea them Cali boyz We love them low lows An real car club niggas bang they logos And take photos See everything is fine Im in the sixty-four Or sixty-tre, or fifty-nine I love my car Like I love my wife See lowridin aint a sport Its a way of life On the real doe Ill tell you how I feel doe If you see me in the fo’ creepin slow yo

Girl, I dont wanna drive when Im too lit We dont need to stop, lets sip slow I just caught a vibe at your crib And you gon decide when we get blown I dont wanna drive, Im too lit Everything around wanna move slow I just caught a vibe at your crib All I wanna do is get you blown I dont wanna drive when Im too lit I just wanna vibe when Im too blown You all on my side and the truth is You just need to slide on me slow I dont need to drive, Im too lit Caught up in a vibe, Im too gone Any time I slide, the truth is You just need to ride on me slow Shawty, if Im doin it and doin it, and You just need to ride on me slow Tryna catch a vibe and youre just Doin everything it takes to get blown Lets get blown You left me here with nothing to spare Takin shots in the mornin Drinkin these mimosas Knowin damn well we was goin in, four oclock and we was on it, and Damn right, I was on it Hand right on her thong, see at this standpoint, I was goin in Flyin in over my head and over my bed, you landed on it You landed on it Lets get You baited me, yeah Debated if I shouldve stayed up in there Thighs in the air Your makeup was smeared Takin you there Til youre too drunk to drive home, you aint makin it there, I know They sleepin on you and they can stay unaware I got you on my side and you wet like Poseidon, oh If I decide tonight is time for us Then well do like the chorus Lets get blown Boy, where you takin me? Ah, nah, its just a lil spot right here Should pull up soon Oh, little spot, huh? Oh You see the view? Okay, I see you Shit fly, right? Yeah, its fire Show you right You think you so cute Yeah, so whats up, though, like? Whats up? I know you aint come in this car just to sit, so? I mean, I didnt, but what you wanna do? Nah, Im tryna take you to the back To the back? Listen, I fuck with you, I really do, but I just know, I know what you bout, I know you fuck with Keisha Nah, trust me, Im not fuckin with none of them And Jalissa, I know you fuckin with her, uh Like youre the only person on my mind, I wouldnt even Trust me, Im not even on that type of time at all, like I mean, it sounds good The only person that Im really thinkin about, that Im really on right now, you feel me? I wouldnt even be These just aint words Im speakin, you feel me? You sure you wanna do this? Yeah, just, lets go

Im gonna take my time She gon get hers before I Im gonna take it slow Im not gon rush the stroke So she can get a sexual eruption So I can get a sexual eruption So we can get a sexual eruption Sexual eruption, whoa, whoa She might be with him, but shes thinking bout me, me, me We dont go to the mall, we dont go out to eat, eat, eat All that we ever do is play in the sheets, sheets, sheets Smoke us a cigarette, then go back to sleep, sleep, sleep Cause we done got a Sexual eruption Sexual eruption, whoa, whoa Sexual eruption Sexual eruption, whoa Im gonna take my time She gon get hers before I Im gonna take it slow Im not gon rush the stroke If you dont know by now, Doggy Dogg is a freak, freak, freak I keep a bad bitch with me seven days out the week, week, week And all that we ever do is play in the sheets, sheets, sheets Then smoke us a cigarette, then go back to sleep, sleep, sleep Cause we done got a Sexual eruption Sexual eruption, whoa, whoa Sexual eruption Sexual eruption, whoa I was all in the club, sippin some Hen, smokin on a blunt of dro When I peeped this lil ho out I was all in the bar, when, drift up, Shawty Redd came on, Then she hit the floor now With a see-through dress, long hair, light-brown eyes Lookin like Ms. Bo Peep And a nigga know if I take her home, with them wide-ass hips You damn right, Im gon beep So I approached the chick with the real pretty face Big-ass booty with a little-bitty waist I whispered in her ear, Lil mama, what you drink? I know that you a freak, but you know I aint gon say shit See, my game is outrageous I got her to the crib and exchanged some fuck-faces But it wasnt no use for me to rush to bust one Cause I wanted her to have a eruption Sexual eruption Sexual eruption, whoa Sexual eruption Sexual eruption, whoa, whoa Sexual eruption Sexual eruption, whoa Sexu...

Is this thing on? 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 Uh, uh huh 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 the hoes And look clean dont it? Washed it the other day, watch how you lean on it Give me some 501s jeans on and roll joints bigger than King Kongs fingers And smoke them hoes down till they stingers You a class clown and if I skip for the day Im with you bitch smokin grade A Yeah, uh 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 keep slippin away Zip in the safe, flippin for pay Tippin like Im drippin in paint Up front 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 gon 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 thing 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, hi its 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 Yeah, 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 So what? Weed, fun, we dont care who sees Thats how its supposed to be Living young and wild...

Hol up Ever since a young boy, Ive been gettin buckets Ever since a young boy, Ive been gettin buckets Pull it back, Kobe Pull it back, Kobe Ion even gotta look, I take the shot and hear it swish Ion even touch the rim, when I pull up its just swish Backboard, what? Only thing I know is swish Pull it back, Kobe Uh, rest in peace to the Mamba and Baby Gigi Still remember where I was standing after the three-peat Fro was lined up, yelling, “Kobe,” but playing peewee Who you know that shoot the freebie right after they tear achilles? Number 8 was crazy But 24 was scary Respect his name or else he might show up as Bloody Mary Won’t forget the things he mentioned, how to get a Larry Whatever necessary, he tried to help prepare me They tell us, “Never look in the eyes of a killer” I did it out respect for the greatest at Staples Center The closest thing to MJ, and no I ain’t talking Thriller It ain’t an ‘I’ in team, but a ‘ME’ in it, please remember Bean Ever since a young boy, Ive been gettin buckets Ever since a young boy, Ive been gettin buckets Pull it back, Kobe Pull it back, Kobe Ion even gotta look, I take the shot and hear it swish Ion even touch the rim, when I pull up its just swish Backboard, what? Only thing I know is swish Pull it back, Kobe Shot clock and it’s getting late Crossover then hesitate Skate by him like a figure eight Whoever left, dunk bait Give me the ball, can’t wait Catch ’em all with the pump fake Money good, that’s number 8 Clutch time, hard in the paint Purple and gold, Laker legend Stone cold, ain’t no question Five-time champion, the eighth wonder reigning on ’em Take cover, switched up, then changed numbers Many tried him, but came up short 24, king of the court I’ma need backup, mission abort You do not know me, you cannot hold me Dribbling left and right, then pull it back, Kobe Ever since a young boy, Ive been gettin buckets Ever since a young boy, Ive been gettin buckets Pull it back, Kobe Pull it back, Kobe Ion even gotta look, I take the shot and hear it swish Ion even touch the rim, when I pull up its just swish Backboard, what? Only thing I know is swish Pull it back, Kobe Pull it back, Kobe Hol up

My weed man got the hook up Rolling up another pound every time you look up Big ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up So much weight that now Im doing kush ups Kush ups, bout to roll a whole book up Looking for me, I was at the crib doing kush ups Kush ups, bout to roll a whole book up Looking for me, I was at the crib doing Dont stop! Tae Bo, five, four, three, two, one Working out, chiefing up, creeping up, keeping up With the Joneses, smoke a zone with my pen pals In my neighborhood, flavors good, roll up, put some papers to it Straight into it, gon make him do it, that thing can do it fo sho Get my lift on, while get my spliff on, fo sho Break bad, stay cool, way cool, roll a doob Old school, paid my dues, spray these fools, ladies drool Cause they know what I got I got a bag of the Saturday pot And itll keep you up from Thursday to Saturday night What do you like? When you smoke with the Dogg, you had the time of your life Now light... the fatty, jump in my Cadi Pull your seat back, yup, I know you need that Let it flow, set it go, incredible That aint gold, laying low like 10 to 4, on the floor My weed man got the hook up Rolling up another pound every time you look up Big ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up So much weight that now Im doing kush ups Kush ups, bout to roll a whole book up Looking for me, I was at the crib doing kush ups Kush ups, bout to roll a whole book up Looking for me, I was at the crib doing Dont stop! Dont even trip Aint really gotta use a scale, I could eyeball a zip So much weight you thinkin, “Why this aint for sale?” Weed in my lungs, weed in my nails She coning joints, Im rolling weed up myself Dont ever get my weed from off the shelf or my clothes I heard Polillo bout to drop some shit, order those Pounds, I got more of those, why my eyes sorta low Not too many when I roll, more arms than though Boys hating, Im just counting up the money I just made And what Im making make a nigga make a million dollars later Smoking getting high pays I like my eyes glazed Aint empty out my ashtray in days At my house playing pool in some HUF socks and Joyrich sweats I roll a joint, you roll another one next Cant even name a nigga colder than Aint pay for game that mean you stole it then Know its the bomb when you hold it in My weed man got the hook up Rolling up another pound every time you look up Big ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up So much weight that now Im doin kush ups Kush ups, bout to roll a whole book up Looking for me, I was at the crib doing kush ups Kush ups, bout to roll a whole book up Looking for me, I was at the crib doing Dont stop!

Fuck You know a nigga really dont wanna go to school today Lemme call this bitch Get my shit together When I pull up we look so fresh in my ride We smoke the best you can buy Them niggas talking it but they just dont go harder than us Keep stunting just cause I can These hoes know just who I am Them niggas talking it but they just dont go harder than us This ones for the gs all black Chucks on the cuffs of my jeans King size papes stuffed full of trees, I be with the boss dogg yall fuck niggas fleas Now they say Im hot, hundred somethin degrees Taking pictures with a young nigga cheese Remember days homey, I aint had a thing Now Im hoping off the plane putting roaches on the wing And my hoes like queens, but we smoke like kings Jewelry froze like bling Money come fast, yours slow like Rolling up grass, sold weed to half the staff, so I know Im gonna pass Third period, showing up last With a late note blowin great smoke When I pull up we look so fresh in my ride We smoke the best you can buy Them niggas talking it but they just dont go harder than us Keep stunting just cause I can These hoes know just who I am Them niggas talking it but they just dont go harder than us We blow to the middle of the day Wiz say dawg put a little in a J Hey, why not? Not why? We fly, we ride, she high, he high, we high Fuck it, everybody to the libary Got a new batch, some blue - booberry Stuck in the hallway, with a pass say dawg he just smoke all day Its a mind game like Kareem I seem to keep migraines Reaching balance and bitch I brang you limeaid Im so lifted, like a parachuter My grass stay off day off Ferris Bueller Slip away, dip away, almost had to throw a whole zip away But fuck that, this Taylor Gang, what you want dog Shit Im on everythang When I pull up we look so fresh in my ride We smoke the best you can buy Them niggas talking it but they just dont go harder than us Keep stunting just cause I can These hoes know just who I am Them niggas talking it but they just dont go harder than us You niggas never had and you never will You niggas never had and you never will I said you niggas never had and you never will Big Snoop and Wiz smoke with the kill You niggers still in high-school, elementary ass niggas Holla at me when you graduate We be posted right by the 400 building Room 420 Follow your nose, your nose knows When I pull up we look so fresh in my ride We smoke the best you can buy Them niggas talking it but they just dont go harder than us Keep stunting just cause I can These hoes know just who I am Them niggas talking it but they just dont go harder than us Niggas aint hard like us Niggas soft as doctors cotton swabs You bitchin? Smoke somethin

Snoopy Is what they say as if they knew me Groupies, on my head like a cufi My nigga Kid Cudi, thats my little buddy Call some hoes up, and get some cutty cutty Whats your life like? Mines is kinda tight A long way from hustlin, that china white My people love me, the fans love me, Im all go If you aint showin love, then what you call for? I dont need it in my life, my kids pay the price So alike and in need of my wife Smoke til Im gone, Dogg on the throne Im world-wide known, Im a boss in the zone I get it how I get it cause I can, I earn my spot You see the plan, Im just fuckin with my fans I turned out to be the better man, important to life You understand while Im puffin on this gram Everything Im havin, no there aint necessity Though Im shining, keep on grindin What you see aint all of me Though I keep them hos, dont love them hos The code in which yall roll Its so simple what I need You know I keep my fam and I cant forget that tree Nah nah nah, nah nah nah I cant forget that tree Nah nah nah, nah nah nah I cant forget that tree Nah nah nah, nah nah nah I cant forget that tree Nah nah nah, nah nah nah Nah nah, nah nah nah I got my fam dawg, look at my niggas Got a little money yall, and I aint trippin Most days Im faded, feeling ex-rated Steady wantin freaky hoes, then I want a lady Holdin the fam down, and my close homie The peoples who were there, when some sucka left me lonely Phony, when you see a nigga dont approach me Made it to the top baby, thats on me Koch tryna claim that they made me However you feel, another real fugazzi I keep it one hundred, never frontin, dont need be Im in another zone, no place you could see, my nigga Conyo to haters that dont know Low pro, how a nigga like from costo The one fans love, who was always approachable, yo And I rep the double O, smokin, eatin Cheerios Everything Im havin, no there aint necessity Though Im shining, keep on grindin What you see aint all of me Though I keep them hos, dont love them hos The code in which yall roll Its so simple what I need You know I keep my fam and I cant forget that tree Nah nah nah, nah nah nah I cant forget that tree Nah nah nah, nah nah nah I cant forget that tree Nah nah nah, nah nah nah I cant forget that tree Nah nah nah, nah nah nah Nah nah, nah nah nah Cant forget it, they made me who I am, a king And Im still on the scene, you gotta love it All out in public, the people want to touch it I need a blunt with the stuffin Nigga, its nothin for me to chill out, post up at the house With Madden on the screen, and smash on the homies Hollywood nice now, everybody on me And on the blogs talk shit like they know me, hm Aww fool, take you niggas to school How to get rich and stay cool Snoopy D O Dub, show you homie, even with the critics And the Feds all on me, I was tappin all the chonies Dogg, but my folks call me Snoopy Boss dogg, nigga sue me Pony tail swangin as I lay in the jacuzzi Love of my life, while Im puffin on the oww wee, kush Everything Im havin, no there aint necessity Though Im shining, keep on grindin What you see aint all of me Though I keep them hos, dont love them hos The code in which yall roll Its so simple what I need You know I keep my fam and I cant forget that tree Nah nah nah, nah nah nah I cant forget that tree Nah nah nah, nah nah nah I cant forget that tree Nah nah nah, nah nah nah I cant forget that tree Nah nah nah, nah nah nah Nah nah, nah nah nah Snoop Dogg in the house tonight blowing that Laker purp that I know you like, right? Kid Cudi, my nephew, blaze that shit right now would you, would you, right? Snoop Dogg in the house tonight blazing that Laker purp that I know you like, right? Kid Cudi, my nephew, blaze that shit right now my nigga, right?

Es que no sabes cuánto duele el amor No sabes cuánto duele en el corazón Es que el efecto que causaste en mí La maldición de extrañarte La maldición de extrañarte La maldición de extrañarte Every time you leave theres only one thing that I know Whats that? Baby, yo te extraño Maybe thats my culpa Im guilty cause I go away a lot But say you want me to stay And I wont salir, Im here Whenever you say that you need me Si me necesitas, Ill arrive, believe me D-O-GG, soy tu perrito leal Even when I get out, I come right back to the yard, ah Mami, me duele cuando no estás conmigo Y yo que no soy tu hombre, todavía soy amigo Te digo, te amo, that means, I love you dearly And every time you gone, Im always gon want you near me Snoopy Es que no sabes cuánto duele el amor No sabes cuánto duele en el corazón Es que el efecto que causaste en mí La maldición de extrañarte La maldición de extrañarte La maldición de extrañarte Qué maldición, even when Im at home Only a couple hours before were back on the road Nadamos en las aguas de la playa larga Porque mañana I know you be missin me when Im gone Kissin me in my sleep, liftin me in my zone Cause you make me better than I can be when Im alone Así yo te veo claramente, canto pa la gente But I always feel you need me when I roam Speaking of trips, overseas lets do the weekend Sip on tequila, kick our feet up, make it our second home Take it off, make it, I wanna see you, love when you nasty Lovin your ass up, Im a dog with a bone, tú sabes Es que no sabes cuánto duele el amor No sabes cuánto duele en el corazón Es que el efecto que causaste en mí La maldición de extrañarte La maldición de extrañarte La maldición de extrañarte Ven aquí, ay, mami Holla at me Ven aquí, ay, mami Miss me? I miss you Yo, let the horns play Oye, MS Rah ¡Snoop Dogg! Yeah, adiós Amigo Bye, see you

Yall niggas is a mess Thinking Im gon stop, giving LA props Aint no party like a West Coast party Cause a West Coast party dont stop When we party on the West Coast Drinkin and smokin all night, all night long We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah When the la-la hits ya, lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that your hat cant fit you Either Im with ya or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya The maze is a daze, I blaze, I will amaze Smokin while youre loccin with some California As Me and B.I.G., what it is, get it in Sippin gin with the Hen in the alleyway Bangin the Cali way Talking to the rap inventor Nigga with the game tight, fifth of that flame right Spell my name right, B-I, double-G, I-E Iced out, lights out, me and Cease-a-Leo S-N-double O-P, big D-O Old school nigga, 84 El Camino LBC know, we love Biggie though I.E.Y. in even Bernadino When we party on the West Coast Drinkin and smokin all night, all night long We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather Women and the weed - sticky green No seeds bitch please, Poppa aint soft Dead up in the hood, aint no love lost Yall know Im from the West, Im the king to be exact You better holla at me when you need that chronic sack I got it all, one call, no stall, on the ball Winter, spring, summer, fall Listen to me, holla at ya dogg Words of the clever, forever multiply Birds of a feather, preparin em to fly Perfection, selection This is a B.I.G. D.P.G.C. connection Ima spell my name one more time, check it Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O U-S, you just, lay down, slow Sipping on booze in the House of Blues, what it do! When we party on the West Coast Drinkin and smokin all night, all night long We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Spend about a week, on Venice Beach Yall niggas is a mess Thinking Im gon stop, giving LA props Aint no party like a West Coast party Cause a West Coast party dont stop When we party on the West Coast Drinkin and smokin all night, all night long We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Aint no party like a West Coast party Cause a West Coast party dont stop Dont you wanna ride with me? Dont you wanna ride ? People come and ride with me To the West Side Party, on the West Coast Dont you wanna ride with me? Dont you wanna ride ? People come and ride with me To the West Side Party, on the West Coast

Bigg Snoop Dogg, Berner, Wiz Family first Yeah, me and Wizzle man This the best thang smokin Puertorican girls in my bed, bust that thang open Growhouse full of KK in Oakland Bags full of cash, got my safe overflowin Ive been stayed loaded, I used to trim Now we give each other pounds just to burn with our friends See, this shit in my bag, aint something you can buy Before 911, I would make the pack fly Envelope was full of cash, will show up at my door Is it strange that I dont miss that feelin anymore A hundred pack on my floor or more All big faces in my drawer for sure I pulled off the lot with something nice to ride in Everybody know who the one with the best supply is Me and Wiz stay holded We ridin through the city just smokin This bag so crazy Now I know this might seem strange But if you smoke, we choking High with ya, less you roll up them planes See Ive been wa-tchin you for a while And I just gotta let you know that We got the best thang smokin Ay, you know I got it Keep it, sweep it, peep it, light it, lit it All things cannabis, Doggy D-O-Doubled and did it Forever committed, they will never admit it But I dont trip off of that, I just get right back up in it And put my feet on the yellow brick road and walk it out And keep my head to the sky blowin smoke out my mouth Os in flows, circles with the power plant Rollin blunts, sittin down, leavin buds on my pants And every chance I get to blow some KK With my cousin Ray J These niggas actin gay-gay Ay ay, so I told my home boy maylay Let me use your AK, cause they say I been havin money since Dre Day So what, know what Also been buyin more trees than the law allow Bang bang! Shut it down, roll up another pound It may look strange, but it feels awfully good to me Now I know this might seem strange But if you smoke, we choking High with ya, less you roll up them planes See Ive been wa-tchin you for a while And I just gotta let you know that We got the best thang smokin I stay so lifted, my crew is so gifted No one could reach our levels once the Fuel is twisted Once the Cookies burnin, turns into a function Trichomes, gleamin, beamin like it aint nothin You salty bitches steamin, green with envy Yes my green is plenty, I wont give you any And now you gotta have it They want the flower or the concentrate gotta dab it Haters curse me but theyre thirsty for the big endorsements You dirty bitches couldnt hurt me, why fuckin force it We aint going nowhere, we deeply rooted Cali kings raising Cali queens, keep it movin Ninety days and ninety nights, so many lights So many heights to reach, many delights That be whole tight, goin in bought the whole night Got the best shit lit and its so right Now I know this might seem strange But if you smoke, we choking High with ya, less you roll up them planes See Ive been wa-tchin you for a while And I just gotta let you know that We got the best thang smokin

I think this might be paradise I just hope it lasts forever I think this might be wonderland I just hope it lasts forever Ricky Rozay Yeah, yes Maybach Music Get you out to France, fly you out to Nice Or we can chill out in Atlanta, lets enjoy the feast We can do the spa, we can do the mall I bet it do the job, she wish she with the Boss Livin like the movies, which she work for I got the fitty in the crib, thats on the first floor Belaire with the lemons what she thirst for Digging for your soul, your spirits what I search for Bricks and baguettes, aint nothing above this Tongue-kissing with sex, we fell in love quick Red leather double R, Im on some Don shit Black bottle boy and all white bosses I think this might be paradise I just hope it last forever I think this might be wonderland I just hope it last forever Yeah, yeah Looking around at the collision of ambition and vision Im really starting to believe that I just dream for a living I couldnt play it safe, thats way too risky for me Instead, Im walking out of shows with like 250 on me I couldnt sit around and wait, I had to hustle on it Too busy looking for success, thats how I stumbled on it Russ got the potion, fuck just hoping Luck tends to bet on the ones in motion Wrote one check, took care of my parents debt, tell the IRS Six figures doesnt make me sweat, Im flying on jets G4s for four of us, real spacious Bought my family cars and I buy them all places Apartment complexes that I own, low-key shit Getting paid from rooms where haters probably send tweets Its seamless, becoming what I meant to be God just keep on blessing me in front of all my enemies I think this might be paradise I just hope it last forever I think this might be wonderland I just hope it last forever Yeah, yeah Nothing last forever unless you talking bout my rap game I can do it to you like this or like that man No pressure on me, Im the freshest homie Walk by faith, to see me is to know me Undeniable, reliable, as fly as they come The prodigal son and I am the one Insurmountable funds, thats for my daughter and sons See I remember getting nickels, dimes, quarters, and ones See I aint looking back no more, Im up in paradise Eating steaks and shrimp like a pimp and thats errnight Stepping out the shower, to a mink floor Im in the Hills, getting money, I got pink toe Max my stacks just like Rico, penthouse suite at Tinico I open my blinds to get a view Now tell nigga what it really do? I think this might be paradise I just hope it last forever I think this might be wonderland I just hope it last forever

Radio Killa, Big Snoop D-O-dub The-American-Dream... Aiyyo nephew, why dont come up off them keys And sing a lil somethin for the ladies Yanuhtalkinbot? Let em know how we feelin right now Everytime I come around, shawty love me down Run up on me like click-clack, the gun out like take-that She make it do what it do When we doing what we doin in the back of the Llaaaaaaac Im like come up off of that And every night her body get stacked That-that-that gang-sta, gang gang-sta That gang-sta, gang gang-sta Gang-sta, gang gang-sta That gang-sta luuuuuuv Yeah, she love it the way I put it on her Blowin trees, summer breeze, sippin Coronas Boss Dogg, I give it to her right, and she like it She on the hip like a Sidekick Is he, one of the coolest of fool on the flo? I whispered in her ear, Cmere, youre ready to go? I rolled up a winna and put it up in the air Got that lil dress on, you comin up outta there, yeah! She like that -- you like that? You say you bite, well I bite back And Im all go, we can do it til tomorrow I beat it up like Harpo Snoopy, I go hard baby, yes! Kissin on ya chest and Im diggin out your stress I wont stop til youre finished But you aint felt love til a gangsta get up in it ...Dream Everytime I come around, shawty love me down Run up on me like click-clack, the gun out like take-that She make it do what it do When we doing what we doin in the back of the Llaaaaaaac Im like come up off of that And every night her body get stacked That-that-that gang-sta, gang gang-sta That gang-sta, gang gang-sta Gang-sta, gang gang-sta That gang-sta luuuuuuv She always call in the middle of the night Cause Im a Dogg, Imma give her what she like She say my name loud, I say her name low Thats what I aim fo, thats how the game go Baby like the way I wake her up Cause Im a gangsta, I grab her by the butt Pull her to my side, Im in deep Woke that ass up, just to put her to sleep Everyday, its the same thang, I creep in Its like True Blood, I sink my teeth in I gotta have it, the L.B. raised me We was taught to dick em down crazy Lights out, Im so lit Mommy so gone, daddy wont quit I wont stop til youre finished You aint felt love til a gangsta get up in it ...Dream Everytime I come around, shawty love me down Run up on me like click-clack, the gun out like take-that She make it do what it do When we doing what we doin in the back of the Llaaaaaaac Im like come up off of that And every night her body get stacked That-that-that gang-sta, gang gang-sta That gang-sta, gang gang-sta Gang-sta, gang gang-sta That gang-sta luuuuuuv ...This the life that you show The loop, the Coupe, the grove ...Anthing goes! Its so good, got her wigglin her toes ...The Boss, The-Dream ...The floss, the cream ...The trips overseas All these things really dont mean a thing When Im tearin that ass up, workin you like a shift I give it to you like a gift You hear what that boy say? You gettin jacked, give it up fast Then I hit it from the back Snoopy, you so good, she screamin and I like that girl She go off in another world, I wont stop til youre finished, she love this gangsta Especially when Im in it ...Dream Everytime I come around, shawty love me down Run up on me like click-clack, the gun out like take-that She make it do what it do When we doing what we doin in the back of the Llaaaaaaac Im like come up off of that And every night her body get stacked That-that-that gang-sta, gang gang-sta That gang-sta, gang gang-sta Gang-sta, gang gang-sta That gang-sta luuuuuuv Gang-sta, gang gang-sta That gang-sta luuuuuuv

Ya no vale la pena dedicarte tiempo Ya no ere esa mujer que me enamoró Todo se acabó Los sentimiento los maté Cambié el amor por un Patek Tú me extrañas, yo lo sé Porque nadie como yo va a nacer, woh, oh Mis sentimiento los maté Cambié el amor por un Patek Tú me extrañas, yo lo sé Porque nadie como yo va a nacer Bebé, es que andas media volá Aunque te perdone, estás acostumbrá, pero eso se acabó ya Dime si hubo necesidad De escoger la mentira en vez de la verdad El tiempo me dejó ver la verdá Ahora me llama porque tengo a otra en mi cama Tú sabe muy bien cómo yo te quería Ahora me gasto cien en el Patek pa desquitar El tiempo me dejó ver la verdá Ahora me llama porque tengo a otra en mi cama Tú sabe muy bien cómo yo te quería Ahora me gasto cien en el Patek pa desquitar Los sentimiento los maté Cambié el amor por un Patek Tú me extrañas, yo lo sé Porque nadie como yo va a nacer, woh, oh Mis sentimiento los maté Cambié el amor por un Patek Tú me extrañas, yo lo sé Porque nadie como yo va a nacer Boté los Te amo y los Te necesito, yeah Y siempre te dejo en visto Nena-na-na , te cambié por la Lamborghini Oh, nena-na-na-na, y por el Richard Mille No ere la misma de la que me enamoré Baby, mírame a los ojo y solo dime qué tú ve Un hombre que ya no te ama Y que con otra ahora yo rompo la cama, yeah Y te cambié por el Patek Hice tanto dinero que la humildad ya ni se ve, eh Contigo ya no mezclo sentimiento Y si no contesto es que Say, nephew Theres nothing worse than an unhealthy relationship No, for real for real Let me holla at you for a minute She had me locked in I was in the zone I thought Id never say this She was the shadiest, am I wrong? Had me strung along, so I sung along Had too much baggage, you did damage, now Im on my own So please, dont come along You should run alone I do better by myself and I get these bags by myself So nick nack, paddy wack In a black lack, the mack is back With no heartbreaks and no heartaches Just turning up and no turning back, back Los sentimiento los maté Cambié el amor por un Patek Tú me extrañas, yo lo sé Porque nadie como yo va a nacer, woh, oh Mis sentimiento los maté Cambié el amor por un Patek Tú me extrañas, yo lo sé Y que nadie como yo va a nacer

I heard him speak but then I saw his face I knew he was the one because I dreamt this day I was such a beginner on this thing called love And now hes going away and now Im torn apart, so torn apart Youre one of them You see me sweat You pullin triggers let you sweat another day Say goodbye to the one that got away Her lips were the very first thing that I saw She flew like an angel and that made me want her more My reputation says Im there for love And now shes going away and now Im so torn apart So torn apart Never let you get away Shouldnta let you got away Get away, got a way Gotta find another way Never let ‘em get away Gotta find a way to stay Never let ‘em get away Never let ‘em get away You never let her go You never let her go It feels right You see me? You hear me? Hey

Yeah, callin, uh, yeah, ballin I heard these niggas out here stallin Want more hoes and the money, yeah Came from the jungle, we the same, yeah Woke up this morning, brushed my teeth, and I got dressed Sit down and roll my doja cause I know I smoke the best Thinking bout how I just told T I meant war about my set Other words, willing to die, aint tryna put some shit to rest Plans like Andretti, me and my stepper bumpin Spitta, nigga Stackin bank high, at the same time talkin gettin rid of niggas Throwing gang signs down sеcond, D dome split that nigga Fuck that boy, my mama had me and I tell you wе dont fear no niggas Bitch, you get your issue Roll up my issue, whats the issue? Say he gangster, bitch, I get with you Yell fuck a nigga, see no danger, we gon spank him Im smoking blitz, Jedi with the stick, Northside ranger Who the fuck is this? Beat cases, still had money, now a nigga nameless Thats the smart way Yeah, callin, uh, yeah, ballin I heard these niggas out here stallin More hoes, please send the money I need that dough, where I come from aint nothin but guns, yeah Doggy back, four-two flat Black hat, no mask on Tough talking, get blast on Keep walking and smash on Move fast when I see the profit Blue rag in my back pocket Hundred grand every time I drop it Cant fuck with a nigga, stop it Every time I hit the block, Im on a mission Quick to serve a nigga on the spot who didnt listen Its hot up in the kitchen, Im burnin down your house You niggas talking slick, my gun up in your mouth Big money, act funny We comin, we gunnin Them bullets be hummin Keep ducking, keep runnin Im a G, nigga, Doggy stay ballin Im throwing up the C, nigga, and all these hoes callin Yeah, callin, uh, yeah, ballin I heard these niggas out here stallin More hoes, please send the money I need that dough, where I come from aint nothin but guns, yeah Yeah, callin, uh, yeah, ballin I heard these niggas out here stallin More hoes, please send the money I need that dough, where I come from aint nothin but guns, yeah

Yeah, and you dont stop Its still 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop Niggas that I used to know and sold dope wit Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit And let me know its somethin they can blast on Thinkin about the homies that passed on Death Row come to show you where all the game at And show you how my label got the name that So many wanna see me in, time is money But never in the P-E-N, yo Welcome back to Vietnam, California Aint a damn thing changed, so let me warn ya Every motherfuckin minute you on the Westside The best side, 20 niggas done just died Walkin down the streets of L.A Stay strapped cause niggas bust caps every day, yo The 1-8-7 dont stop On undercover cops up on the spot gettin popped, shot Droppin like this and like that Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps peelin back So creep when you in the C-P-T You catch heat for fuckin with the D-R-E I got my eyes on the shit unfoldin And there aint gonna be no trippin Cause they know the type of shit that I be holdin If theres another word said Ill let my .44 go buck to the head, nigga Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop 3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1 Head away, sent away, get away, Snoops got a gun And hes lookin for the cops who set him up in 86 Now its time to put they ass in the mix Back on the streets with my khakis and my stars Nuts full of cavi and Im headed for the bar Scared than a muthafucka, cause Im fresh out But I gots to make my green, and plus they all fiend Follow me, they keep yellin murder, but it wont stop Until the last nigga that you know drop Another nigga out, but I doubt That you really give a fuck what its about Now, 99 pigs on a block with me Not a muthafuckin cop wanna knock with me A C-O-N-V-I-C-T The motherfuckin D-O-G, comin from the L-B-C Look at what the Doc brought in A chrome .38, a .44 mag, and Mac 10 So what you wanna do? I got the gauge, a Uzi and my mothafuckin .22 So if you wanna blast, nigga, we can buck em If we stick em then we stuck em so fuck em! Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop Splat to a motherfucker face, he fall Strong muthafucka cause he starts to crawl I guess I gots to load the Glock again Hit im with the hollow points and watch him spin Fuck it, I had to do this quick Grabbed the Glock 17, the clip went click Tried to detect, but did not detect perfect So I creep on that ass, pops him and drops him That ought to stop from beatin up blacks Dead in his tracks, from a full six pack Relax, cause Im about to take my respect I aimed the 12 gauge straight for his neck Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! Then I fade into the wind 1-8-7 and its on again Well its on, and its on, and its on, and its on Fo-fo Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin dome And its on, and its on, and its on, and its on Fo-fo Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin dome Fuck em, buck em, if they really wanna trip Niggas, keep your hands on your motherfuckin shit Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop Yeah, and you dont stop Cause its 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop

Gather round, go a-head and stare Listen with your eyes follow with your ears And my return is more like a re-up I hold a whole like a tea-cup World in one hand, while the other hand throw the peace up My other hand throwing We without the e up I got like five more, man, Im something like Shiva In that Fall of Rome Number Four Deluxe See, Ive been around the world like the gnome But I come from a zone where the homes are beat up The folks, unknowns, and the stones all meet up Police tap my phone, got my songs on speaker Say he spat the poems, got their domes all geeked up To get up on they thrones and become young leaders Oprah put it on my culture, now, if that aint wrong Imus got it from the rhymers, now, if that aint blown They gave my man forty-four, now, if that aint long I put it all on my shoulders, now, if that aint strong I made it out alive from the streets of the west side C-H-I Now, if that aint home, you better tell em Gather round, go a-head and stare Listen with your eyes follow with your ears And in my flyness, Ive become the hero and the sidekick The rider and the nigga thatll ride with In your ear like the maker of the Vivrant Assalamu Alaikum to the maker of the Vivrant Them other niggas I dont vibe with Now I was bout three when the eyes went But I could see everything that you trying to be You cant hide it While you coming out your throat like a Heimlich I came up out the belly like an Hype script Only my circumstance revised it Hijacked the role and went and shot the pilot Im trying to go public so I can get to private Then send Busy to go and get the pirates Then hit Africa and try to fix the virus Go back to the hood, tell Huggy, Open the hydrants R.I.P Stack B., Ima keep you alive, kid Dressed in something so fresh and wonderful F-N-F and S-N double O-P Gather round, go a-head and stare Listen with your eyes follow with your ears Lupey and Snoopy, lets go wild Tiptoe through the door, do it doggystyle And tell all my chicks in Chi-i-cago Lupey hit the Lotto, Snoopy hit the bottle Dolemite tight, they bite, they might follow Take this chill pill, lil nigga swallow Recital is very homicidal The big screen will capture it, cause its high-definition Listen, cooking collard greens in the kitchen Them alphabet boys on a mission If you ever get cash, you better get it quick fast Cause nowadays, niggas get to snitchin on yo bitch ass Even your boys best believe in them toys, out your game Specially when a nigga know your real name Blam blam with the blammer Smile nephew, you on candid camera, film at eleven Dressed in something so fresh and wonderful F-N-F and S-N double O-P Gather round, go a-head and stare Listen with your eyes follow with your ears

A friend indeed Feeling like Cee Lo Green Middle finger in the sky Meditate and let it ride Rock-a-bye beddy-bye A friend indeed More than jimming to More than giving you No prohibits to You can have a listen too I couldnt find no one else that I could give it to And now that we on I could put my family in a brand new home My kids is grown And Im still rocking on the microphone People love me everywhere And I know why Its not that Im dope and my style is so fly James Brown sat me down in a chair And said, Snoopy, dont you ever cut your hair I was dazed and amazed Thats why I keep my shit in ponytails or either braids When I was in school, I used to get cool grades When I graduated, used to smoke two jays With a fifth of Seagrams Mixed with some sacco Then I got a Caddy sack, just like them vatos Posted up six-one, yeah, thats the block though Ride by slow and get your ass popped, though Me and Geeda, Faith and Terry, thats when rump was enough Cant forget Tim, Baby Dog and Half-Dead Dre-Loc was a 20 Crip that showed me a lot of shit But moving along, I went from a Camaro to a Fleetwood Brougham My sack in the back My strap in my lap Room to the back Rolling through the neighborhood, checking my traps As you get old, life like just might unfold Cant settle, this might be untold Twilight Zone, live life long Smoke you a bone, and hit you a blunt Buy you a zo, and roll you a jay And put it in the E-I And lets stay way fucked up til we D-I All in together now if you agree And lighters in the air, repeat after me I’m too blowed, forever in a day I love for ohs so Cause everybody green aint dro Everybody cant smoke like we smoke Give a dog a bone I like trees that cypress hills grow Roll up this shit, pimpin, its on Stoners worldwide singing this song

Olly Murs Big Snoop Dogg You know we bout to make moves, ya dig? I walk in the club like a million bucks First I hit the bar for a couple of shots We got the beautiful women, I think I’m makin em blush Then I spill my drink tryna cover it up Got those dad dance moves, they aint ready for em Got the bad man groove, go steady on them Hey señorita in her beautiful dress Do you wanna dance? Shes tellin me yes I got confidence in myself But thats just Tequila giving me help Tryna cover it up, so you never tell I feel like dancin with you Its your moves, baby Cause I cant dance in the way that you do But I got that love that you aint used to, hey And when the DJs spinnin that song that we groove to Oh my, come and teach me how to dance Slow down! DJ, play that track Check out my kung-fu kicks, like Im under attack I wave my arms like this from front to back Bet you never seen a bad mother dance like that Then youre backing me in with a kiss on the lips Jump into the middle, come and wiggle your hips My love, take my hand, Ill give you a spin Step once, step twice, let the party begin I got confidence in myself But thats just Tequila giving me help Tryna cover it up, so you never tell I feel like dancin with you Its your moves, baby Cause I cant dance in the way that you do But I got that love that you aint used to, hey And when the DJs spinnin that song that we groove to Oh my, come and teach me how to dance Snoop Dance to the rhythm of the D.O. dub, G and a thug Watch how I be in the club Lookin, starin, darin, comparin In my book, they say sharin is carin So give me a taste And make your hips just dip to the bass And watch me run the line See what I come to find? Its your moves, baby Cause I cant dance in the way that you do But I got that love that you aint used to , hey And when the DJ spinnin that song that we groove to Oh my, come and teach me how to dance Its your moves, baby Cause I cant dance in the way that you do But I got that love that you aint used to And when the DJ spinnin that song that we groove to Oh my, come and teach me how to dance

Its been a long, long time comin Aint seen you around Time keeps on passin But you still my bitch Cant tell us nothin And its nothin but a thing, to pick up where we left off Dont you ever think Back on all that other shit we went through You know I remember Dont you ever wish One day we could reminisce It feels like, we were just together Cause we go way back Like Prince and Marvin Gaye Like South side on Sunday Some things dont ever change Yeah, you and me Cause we go way back James Brown and Michael J Like them high school parties Some things dont ever change Yeah, you and me We go way back Twistin up a twenty sack Fishin, listen, reminiscin bout the days of way back Aye, where the ladies at? I need to find one, top designer Baby can you help me find one? A real one, not a phony, I want a own me Never leave me lonely, be my tenderoni One hour photo together, take a few flicks together Thatll last forever Whether, we do, you do? me too See through it all, now creep with the Dogg Dont let the rain drops stop ya, I got ya This is so evolutionary proper Now what the future holds, no one knows But the past is a blast, game overload Its like Good Times, my favorite episodes Im just the same OG, givin yall a little TLC Id like to think, when we were growin And shit got tough, we kept it goin Out in the streets, no signs of slowin Its still nothin but a thing, to pick up where we left off Dont you ever think Back on all that other shit we went through You know I remember Dont you ever wish One day we could reminisce It feels like, we were just together Cause we go way back Like Prince and Marvin Gaye Like South side on Sunday Some things dont ever change Yeah, you and me Cause we go way back James Brown and Michael J Like them high school parties Some things dont ever change Yeah, you and me We go way back Way back, way back, way back, way back Cause we go way back Way back, way back, way back, way back We go way back Like Prince and Marvin Gaye Like South side on Sunday Some things dont ever change Yeah, you and me Cause we go way back James Brown and Michael J Like them high school parties Some things dont ever change Yeah, you and me

My dawgs dont bark, but they get off Fuck around and get your whole face bit off Sinister, spit truth like a minister So until Im a monster, when its the right time Night time, nigga tryna creep And keep from dyin in these motherfuckin streets Fuck the police, from a black mans point of view Spray that shit, say that shit We right in front of you, each and every one of you Im not gon tell yall niggas what we gonna do But whatever yall did, put two on it And put a foot on your neck with a shoe on it Resident evil, its all on camera and they still dont believe you Clownin around, dont come your clown ass round here Nigga you gon get down Real talk, Im leavin all you clown ass niggas outlined in chalk Stay black, payback from way back Im the homie, but the motherfuckin homie dont play that And the night will fall, this is death to you all When the nighttime falls, this the final call This the final call, call, call The final call, see reparations will be tooken For all the shit you mother fuckers done did Now it aint no fun when the rabbit got the gun, ha Motherfuckers, trip this Cut them motherfuckers off the leash Its been a week since my dogs ate, let em eat See Ima tell you upfront and uncut See Im a stand up nigga, Im a man up nigga Get what I gotta get, a bitch nigga gon talk a whole lot of shit Which is the main reason why you stuck around And I dont fuck around Im blowin new purple in a new circle I dont wanna hurt you but I will spurt you And send you back to the earth, you Came from, game gun Same one, that I used in another galaxy Actually, its all fact to me If I ruled the world would it come back to me? Black to me, with my hand on that thang thang Im from the home of the brave, land of the gang bang And the night will fall, this is death to you all When the nighttime falls, this the final call This the final call, call, call And the night will fall, this is death to you all When the nighttime falls, this the final call This the final call, call, call

Ten little Crip niggas runnin outside All from the turf and they bangin out lives Far from a scrub cuzz from the Eastside Where they dont die they just multiply So.. dont give them niggas a reason To turn it into spray season Dont give them niggas a reason Because theyll turn it into Crip season The gangstas back, the bank is fat The gangsta MAC, in a gangsta llac Hmm.. fools be like, Break off some cheese Friends and enemies, aww nigga please Fuck, you thought who pumped you up Stop, you stuck too much, pop, drop, you plucked Its all similar to gettin laaaid On ya back when the motherfuckin K spraaays I grind for my shine about my bidness Lunatic on the shit and I get ignit Gonna proceed to squeeze with ease One of these, they cant believe how I leave em Look into a mind of a nigga thats crazy Seventeen years old and still a baby Gangstas real, they pop the pill You cap back, young motherfucker its like that Wake up in the morning lookin funny and shit Fuck a honey dip.. cause I got money to get Aint no books, aint no help, aint no role to this Stay focused young homey, thats the code to this Keep a strap in ya pocket when you trip through the towns Theres a million motherfuckers tryna get you down A lot of pain in this game, cocaine is the thang If ya money right then you might get you a chain But if ya money is low, theres only one way to go Jack a rapper at a local rap radio show So mean, so green, crip back to the block Then brag to the homies, show em what you got Its a gangsta jack , in gangsta black And they thought we just gangsta rapped Yeah nigga, we take your snaps Your shooby dooby, hooroobies, and your Scooby snacks Its like that! Its a whole lot of fillin when you on the Eastside On the Eastside, nigga we ride And its a whole lot of dealin when you on the Eastside On the Eastside, nigga we ride And its a whole lot of stealin when you on the Eastside On the Eastside, nigga we ride And its a whole lot of killin when you on the Eastside Eastside, yeah nigga we ride They say its crazy out here, it aint no more fun I cant walk down the street without my gun, gun

Meet me out, can you make it? Please don’t make me lie to you, lady I’m in it, I’m not in it, but poochie says theres women At the club we finna go, sip some drink and hit some dro It’s ok if you don’t go, I’ll make sure to tell you Bout these pros So many pros So many pros So many pros So many... All the ugly people, hold on I can see all the pretty people, on Not saying that I’ve never been wrong But tonight I got me a hot, come on Now let me talk to ya, girl For your own, for your information, baby I’m that winner, you need to go and ask somebody For your own, for your information, baby I’m that winner, you need to go and ask somebody Meet me out, can you make it? Please don’t make me lie to you, lady I’m in it, I’m not in it, but poochie says theres women At the club we finna go, sip some drink and hit some dro It’s ok if you don’t go, I’ll make sure to tell you Bout these pros So many pros So many pros So many pros So many... We party to the break of dawn Every girl just dance with nothin’ on Where we at they don’t see nothin’ wrong Well you know we were outside on the lawn Now let me talk to ya, girl For your own, for your information, baby I’m that winner, you need to go and ask somebody For your own, for your information, baby I’m that winner, you need to go and ask somebody Meet me out, can you make it? Please don’t make me lie to you, lady I’m in it, I’m not in it, but poochie says theres women At the club we finna go, sip some drink and hit some dro It’s ok if you don’t go, I’ll make sure to tell you Bout these pros So many pros So many pros So many pros So many... When good music come on It can get inside your head like porn By yourself like whatchu grabbin’ on Then look down, it was so much fun Now let me talk to ya, girl For your own, for your information, baby I’m that winner, you need to go and ask somebody For your own, for your information, baby I’m that winner, you need to go and ask somebody Meet me out, can you make it? Please don’t make me lie to you, lady I’m in it, I’m not in it, but poochie says theres women At the club we finna go, sip some drink and hit some dro It’s ok if you don’t go, I’ll make sure to tell you Bout these pros So many pros So many pros So many pros So many... Haha Hey I can tell you right there Yeah

Uh, that felt good Does it baby? Yeah, rub my back for me Where do you want me to rub it baby? Right here Okay Oh Turn around Aight, check it out though Why dont you put me on some music? What you wanna hear baby? Put me on some of that old gangsta shit Aight then Damn, the fuck is that? Every time Im chilling someone ringing my motherfucking doorbell You want me to get that for you? Yeah, handle that shit for me Aight, Ill be right back What the fuck? Hey, Snoop! Yo, whats up, Snoop Dogg? Hey, hey, hey Snoop, whats going down? Whats up G-Dogg? Oh, nothing, trying to live between the sky and Earth and ain’t touching dirt nowhere, man Right, right Im fucked about right about now Dogg Im about ready to get up out this, damn Im ready to get his shit up, man With the motherfucking law after me Punk-ass bitches, sucka-ass niggas I cant take this shit no more dog What? Man, you want to get out the game? Come on man You can smoke a pound of bud everyday You got a big screen TV, man, you wanna give all this up? You got the dopest shit out on the streets Nigga, is you crazy? Thats the American Dream, nigga Well, aint it? Fool, you better come on in Wait, wait, wait, wait, hold up Snoop Hey, nigga, I put five dollars on the weed You better quit fucking with me Its time to get busy in this motherfucker Like we always do about this time

I’m in this mothafucker doing what I wanna 10 bottles, 10 bitches go with my persona Pull up in that Enzo then I do donuts I’m that cool, cashews, make em all go nuts (Baby got ass, I need me a shot of that Lil mama get gangsta for me, stuff it in your Prada bag) Thats right, shes got something that I wanna see Thats right, so if she leave, she fucking with me Thats life, twerk something, work something, hurt something She wanna check, check this shit out like a verse coming They rip their neck and run their mouth when they heard something Dre dropped another one and fucked around and murdered something Club filled with dead bodies If not then you a zombie, Im not gonna feel sorry You pass out from it, get drunk, get blunted Do what you wanna do, drug test on you Lotta money when I talk Big mills, big deals ‘bout a hundred in a vault Sit still, that real, lotta haters throw salt They lost big Game give a fuck how you feel I fear she just might just pop that pill And feel on me all night till the tip spill Tip scales with her waistline, sex with the bassline She gon fuck a snare drum one drink at a time Blow right, hoes fight over my name I got my dough right, hustle running all in my veins It’s forty days, forty nights if I’m making it rain I reign supreme, a bottle and some bomb-ass weed then we good If you got drugs in this motherfucker Let me see your hands in the air Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us So lets get high off something High off something, high off something til your mothafucking brain don’t function High off something, high off something What I supply taking you high? Fireworks when I spark, yellow tape Lotta chalk thought you said you a boss Big deal, bitch chill, pulling out that black card Showin’ off big spendin’, letting alcohol spill I feel she might just get too faded X-rated thats what I like glad that you made To this ceremony at hand, take a sip lets plan For the future, introduce you to Snoop get you right and May I, kick a little something for the Gs and Make a few ends as I breeze through? The shit on my hip is a fucking preview And guess what it lead to If you got drugs in this motherfucker Let me see your hands in the air Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us So lets get high off something High off something, high off something til your mothafucking brain don’t function High off something, high off something What I supply taking you high?

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Snoop Dogg Here we go Nigga, understand, West Coast Son of Sam Drumming wit a hunnid bands Cause that aint shit to a real Crip, cuz Youll swallow every clip before a nigga slip, cuz LBC, yeah, we gets love 213, rest in peace, Nate Its real in the field, keep your cleats laced Crack a bitch, hit the switch and make the back scrape down Smoke a pound when I move around, yeah The world is my lounge chair Real sharks turn guppies, yall drown here When everyday to me is New Years Eve, Swizzy the countdown 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Snoop Dogg Now Im back getting another bag Clocking the grip, never gon slip, I put the R in Crip Cs up, Gs up, Bs up, aw Hes up, wes up, East up Get a real woman, dont trust these slu- And when youre around the cops dont say three much It gets cold for a winner in the winter For a rich Crip shit can get, Big Dogg, pick of the litter Stopped drinking cause my liver act up But now I bring back the savage like a rental Gold and black flannel, grip gripping on a handle Selling weed, selling songs, got shows on four channels like 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, countdown, 1 Snoop Dogg Go crazy in this mothafucka right now Go crazy in this bitch, mothafuckin now Go crazy in this bitch, right, right now Go crazy in this bitch, right, right C-R-I-P, yall aint gon ever see a G like me again So get a glimpse of a winner A rich Crip, shit can get-a Swizzy the countdown 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, countdown, 1 Snoop Dogg

Outta work, outta line Outta money, outta time Give a fuck, nigga, Imma get mine Straight up out the gutter with the cake cutter in the fro And my nigga sellin dope up out the liquor store Outta work, outta line Outta money, outta time Give a fuck, nigga, Imma get mine Anything goes in the jungle, dog See, we can rumble, I might stumble but I refuse to fall Outta work, outta time, look Im out of it all My bros got my back, wont allow me to fall My banker is tellin me hes proud of us all You rappers are broke, whats the problem with yall? Youre not original, theres a thousand of yall I heard your concerts are not crowded at all Im lit in the club, took her down in the stall I been a real one, look, I walk fore I crawl Im straight to the point, Geralds back in his bag Brain in the whip, seat back in the Jag Fuckin up a check, see the price on the tag Vacation in Kauai, man, life is a drag Anything goes, thats life in the jungle Leave her around me, you might be in trouble Ive seen what you make, I get it double Turn into an asshole, fuck bein humble Outta work, outta line Outta money, outta time Give a fuck, nigga Ima get mine Straight up out the gutter with the cake cutter in the fro And my nigga sellin dope up out the liquor store Outta work, outta line Outta money, outta time Give a fuck, nigga Ima get mine Anything goes in the jungle, dog See we can rumble, I might stumble but I refuse to fall Oyster perpetual, my time is expensive Cars on cars, coppin, I been excessive Proof that the power of the mind is impressive Conversations profit, Im interested Bitch so bad, big ass, big breasted Guess who fucked, you got it, you guessed it Murda Beatz blappin, Uncle Snoop blessed it 2017, really bout to start flexin Im sorry if I shit on you, its not my intention Talk about Ms, K, you got my attention Steinbrenner money, just signed an extension Deals life-changing, thats divine intervention I look in the mirror and say Bro, you the best out Youre a cold ass cat, go and poke your chest out Really got it made, you dont have to stress out She wants me to give a fuck, sorry, bae, Im fresh out Outta work, outta line, outta money, outta time Give a fuck, nigga Ima get mine Straight up out the gutter with the cake cutter in the fro And my nigga sellin dope up out the liquor store Outta work, outta line, outta money, outta time Give a fuck, nigga Ima get mine Anything goes in the jungle, dog See we can rumble, I might stumble, but I refuse to fall

Intro: Good Morning boys and girls, Im your substitute teacher My name is Mr. Buckwort The topic fo today is, what you would like to be when you grow up You, over there in the jean shirt What you wanna be when you grow up? I wanna be a police officer Alright, thats a pretty good profession You over there in that black shirt What you wanna be when you grow up? I would like to be a fire man Alright, thats a pretty good profession too Hey, you in the back with those French braids, whats yo name? My name is Snoop Hi, Snoop, what you wanna be when you grow up? I wanna be a motherfuckin hustla, ya betta ask somebody

So long we’ve been on this journey, and I know we can make it Stay strong our hearts been yearnin, and no one can break it Round and round our world keeps turnin, no one can stop the time It’s just another bridge we’re crossin, keep this message in your souls and minds They try to break a bond, but what they didn’t know That we were built so strong, yeah they didn’t know But in their hearts and minds, we were gone, said we were a no show Baby don’t you cry, for as long as I’m alive, you live If I should die tonight, Id be happy that I knew you If I should lose my sight, Id still go on with all my mind If all the words and fights, still can’t get it right, yeah Baby don’t you cry, for as long as I’m alive, you live - 2X