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I put it down for the L.B.C I put it down for a place called Queens You know I represent the 213 I hold it down for the big city I keep it gangsta for all my young gs All the P-Y-Ts with they own car keys I put it down for all the ladies Its all about you I tried to look the other way the day you passed me by I saw you holding Q-Tips hand and girl I damn near died The way you hold that cosmo, just fits you to a tee But I just wish that you was sitting right here next to me I wonder what was on Gods mind the day that he made you I know he wrote a new commandment after he was through But every time I see you, I find something new But I just gotta have you I really want you I just gotta have you Me and nephew Snoop was eating at the serving spoon And my partner Skinny Black was sitting with us too And all of a sudden, your body was in sight I couldnt finish breakfast, now something just aint right Now Snoop was looking like, What the hell is wrong with you? I said I know you understand, youve been through a few But this one was special, special to me Is it my imagination killing me? All I ever want is you I just gotta have you Now all I really want is you I cant fake it no more I cant take it no more I need you in my life fo sho My wife fo sho No turnin back, its on and crackin Pure satisfaction, girls thats whats happenin I appropriate game, you know my name Abstract hits when them bad times flip A man need a lady no matter the kind A diamond shinning like you, you know its hard to find Time brings change, and change brings time My nephew wants you cause you so fine A woman choose a man is a real motif Make a choice cause me and Ray, we never had beef Me and Snoop we go hard, real macaronis Why you think that we want to have a ceremony Snoop Dogg... Theres something special bout you baby boo I need to know right here right now what you really wanna do

My mama told me never ever trust one, bust one and break ‘em Be about your paper nigga take it Everyday’s a hustle, got these haters at my neck Suckers tryna get a check Boss dogg does it, hoes wanna call it what it wasn’t Tryna kiss a nigga all in public, bitch, is you crazy? I preach pimping not pussy, shit I heard it all before I ain’t no motherfuckin rookie I’m a long beach, grown twenty? playa ’bout his g’s I ain’t tripping off these walls You know these rats is after cheese Messing with my focus, the locust on his grind They be focus on this dick and keep your focus off my time Stay in the lane that I made for you to chill Until then it’s been real, I gotta handle business And you I know we’re in it, see tripping gets you nowhere Cause bitch i’m on that I don’t need no bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch all on me Trippin’ and calling my phone, always lying I don’t need no bitch, bitch constantly checking on me Bitch don’t even try it I’m out here grinding, thats why I don’t need no bitch, bitch, bitch… We used to rock to the rhythm that didn’t stop Now you telling me I need to be getting out and go find me a bitch Cause it’s over and through But why do I need a bitch when I got you I don’t mean it like it sounds, but we used to be a team Yo, we used to have a dream yo, we used to put our things together Now it’s dividing, hiding, bottled up negative feelings inside These bitches, they come a dime a dozen Fuck one that once sucked my dick and find another I don’t need ‘em, don’t buy ‘em nothing to drink, I don’t feed them Never mind them, I stay in front, I used to chase behind them No, I don’t wine and dine them I don’t need no bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch all on me Trippin’ and calling my phone, always lying I don’t need no bitch, bitch constantly checking on me Bitch don’t even try it I’m out here grinding, thats why I don’t need no bitch, bitch, bitch… Hell no, I don’t need one And all that talking and fussing bitch you can miss me I put these size twelves down on a 10 speed Before I let a bitch get the best of me The recipe for danger, phone checking, the recipe for anger I’m from a gang but I don’t wanna bang ya And I can tell how you tell all your friends about my Benz and my ears? bitch Really I’m the perfect stranger, which turned you to the perfect stalker Body like miss parker, maybe get little darker But I’ma have to pass on that ass you was too much in the first place Never understood when it was work day And then she all up on your boy in the worst way You need to detox, bitch see Dr. Dre Cause crazy ain’t gonna get it, and tripping get you nowhere Cause bitch I’m on that, bitch I’m on that I don’t need no bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch all on me Trippin’ and calling my phone, always lying I don’t need no bitch, bitch constantly checking on me Bitch don’t even try it I’m out here grinding, thats why I don’t need no bitch, bitch, bitch… You need to quit talking crazy I don’t need no bitch You need to quit talking crazy

Cause Ima keep it G real. I dont fuck with you, cuz You disrespected me. You disrespect my hood by telling me Take off my flag, asking how gangster I was, nigga You lucky on that day I was acting cool, cuz I told you I aint got time for that, but nigga, today I got time, cuz (You know what? We likes to party...We likes to party We likes to party We dont cause trouble, we dont bother nobody...) Ay young world, the world is yours Ay young world, the world is yours Young world, young world The world is yours Young world, the world is yours The world is yours The world is yours The world is yours The president say he wants to Make America Great Again Fuck that shit, we gon Make America Crip Again, cuz As I look around I see so many millionaires With skin like mine, dont pretend like Im With that bullshit, your president been tweeting Them black boys is balling out, the whole block been eating You punk pigs we calling out Ima line yall on up Then start my own league, Ima sign yall on up Im thinking who my heroes be, thank God for the Negro League Colin Kaepernick was blackballed, ah, nigga, please This still America with three Ks, believe that shit The world is yours my nigga, so go and see that bitch Every chance you get hit that lick and get that shit Put your name down and your thang down We gon Make America Crip Again Ay young world, the world is yours Ay young world, the world is yours Young world, young world The world is yours Young world, the world is yours The world is yours The world is yours The world is yours Dont ya look strange? Having all that power but you wont make change But dont trip we Crip and we gang up too And if I do a count, Im sure we got more guns than you Now just imagine if we stop shooting our own kind Im a Crip with no color lines, that mean Im colorblind I learned that, turnt that, Willie Lynch, burnt that G status earned that Now that Im your OG, its my job to teach you Show you, look out, reach you Every chance you get hit that lick and get that shit And put your name down and your thang down We gon Make America Crip Again Ay young world, the world is yours Ay young world, the world is yours Young world, young world The world is yours Young world, the world is yours The world is yours The world is yours The world is yours (You know what? We like to party We like to party...We like to party You know what? Yo, peep this, we like to party)

Yeah, whats up baby girl? Im just looking over this homework I really need some help You wanna study with me? Thatd be nice, yeah I wanna go study, baby would you be my buddy? And help me with my project, cause you are who I roll with Honestly I know it, take me boo, you the one I wanna go with 5 days out the week, my stays out the street It pays to be discreet, your fragrance is sweet Honeydew, money do But this aint about no money, this about me and you making ooh Take it from me, first day of school Im looking cool, I got my clothes pressed Im a senior but Im seeming like an old vet Time will pass me by if I dont graduate this time so I expand my mind Find ways, to elevate it, motivate it, calculate it, reinstate it Look at you girl, you got me dedicated Uh, put me on the game Though I keep my head in these books, Im not a lame Usually kinda square, Im trying new shit for a change Telling bitches things, like if wanna get with me you gone need a lot of brains And just cause I dont play, who say I cant ball? My nigga Mac, dude me and him is in the same hall So dont get mad if I relax and get my bake on Just promise that youll try to catch me if my grades fall Devin there you are, look at my repertoire Spitting game, you know for reppin hard Change that perspective, thats my objective Cool and oh so collective, connected Check this, I need you more that you could know See you the seed in my weed, baby help me grow Let it go, let me know where to meet at Student of the week, baby I will be that, you know I need that Call you on your phone and never come see you, darling I will never do that Im roaming through the halls and asking people who be with you just to try to know where you at Call you on your phone and never come see you, darling I will never do that Im roaming through the halls and asking people who be with you just to try to know where you at

Yeah, this is a story about a famous dog Doggy Dogg that is That smooth macadamian, a.k.a Silky Slim Back in the motherfuckin house for nine-trey Why must he be like that? Why would any other dog hit it from the back? Its in his nature, its Doggystyle baby Its Doggystyle Doggystyle Doggystyle, its Doggystyle Yeah its Doggystyle Its Doggystyle yay Its like tonight is the night by Betty Wright Its my first piece of ass and its awfully tight But Im still finna handle my business like a dog Fading that pussy, yes yall So lay back baby girl, and take a trip with me I got the drink on deck, so take a sip with me Drip with me, while I swing my thang Reminiscing bout the first time Doggy Dogg came Its time to take you motherfuckas down memory lane Its time to take you motherfuckas down memory lane Oh I, oh I, oh-o-o-o-oh, uh oh oh-o-oh I Oh I, oh I, oh-o-o-o-oh, uh oh oh-o-oh I It was a hot sunny day in the month of May Im next door to the house with my homie J Instead of being at school, Id rather ditch and shit Cause at one-forty-five I got a bitch to get with Even though Im young, Im kind of real good With working my thang to get a bitch sprung She glimpsing in the mirror and shit Cause once Im in it from the back all Im hearing and shit is Once you get near, the pussy gets clearer I will do things to blow your socks off Once you get near, the pussy gets clearer I will do things to blow your socks off A little something for the bitches thats down with me Keep it low as you creep and get around with me Dont be afraid like Aaron Hall You know you want to fuck your nigga Doggy Dogg Have you ever had your pearl tongue licked and shit? While your niggas in the county and you eating a dick The position Im fishing and wishing for Is doing it Doggystyle, bitches blow Oh I, oh I , oh-o-o-o-oh, uh oh oh-o-oh I Oh I, oh I , oh-o-o-o-oh, uh oh oh-o-oh I Oh I, oh I, oh-o-o-o-oh, uh oh oh-o-oh I Oh I, oh I, oh-o-o-o-oh , uh oh oh-o-oh I Oh I, oh I , oh-o-o-o-oh, uh oh oh-o-oh I Oh I, oh I oh-o-o-o-oh, uh oh oh-o-oh I Snoop Doggy Dogg, wont you hit it from the back? I like it like that Doggystyle, Doggystyle Wont you do it Wont you do it Doggystyle Wont you, one-two, wont you Give me love, that pussy get near it Wont you hit it from the back Snoop Doggy Dogg I heard you do it, do it all the time I heard you doing it, doing it Doggystyle And with the Dogpound Yeah Givin them bitches what they want Serving them hoes, but you dont love them hoes Ill tell them some more That youre doing it, doing it, Doggystyle Oh yes Baby Aint no- aint not- aint nothin but a G-thang Baby Do it Doggystyle for the nine-trey With Dr. Dre Yeah, doing it Doggystyle Doing it, doing it, Doggystyle Yeah Live Studio Noise

What it do? Coming at you live, it’s your boy big Snoop Dogg Got my nephew Soulja Boy in this mothafucker We need you to move like pronto, like expeditiously Matter fact. Soulja Boy holla at em nephew - ya dig! Pronto, you known how we ball She dancin’ on my drawls, with my back against the wall S.O.D boys, got our money sittin’ tall While your money sittin’ small Let me make a phone ciz-allll! ciz-alllll I’m callin up my boyz, they’re gonna bring the noise When we hit the dance floor My team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzz-ore Sizzz-ore Step on the scene, make the haters say dammit Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em hottest rapper on the planet Ya’ girl love me and I know you can’t stand it Goth-em city doors got ya boy Batmanin’ Ya’ girl go hard like Dikembe Mutombo Soulja number one but I ain’t talkin bout the combo S.O.D. boss I’m the head hon-cho Walk inside the club, I need V.I.P pronto Pronto, you known how we ball She dancin’ on my drawls, with my back against the wall S.O.D boys, got our money sittin’ tall While your money sittin’ small Let me make a phone ciz-allll! ciz-alllll I’m callin up my boyz, they’re gonna bring the noise When we hit the dance floor My team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzz-ore Sizzz-ore Get it in, get it out, turn it up, turn it down Big Snoop Dogg and Soulja Boy, told ya boy in your mouth Make it bang, make it bounce, break it up, take it out Nigga what you talking about? Snoop Dogg walk it out Go to work, do the jerk, do it till your head hurt We the west, just the turf, known throughout the universe Superman and Kyptonite all on the same mic Send us some bad bitches like Pronto, pronto, you known how we ball She dancin’ on my drawls, with my back against the wall S.O.D boys, got our money sittin’ tall While your money sittin’ small Let me make a phone ciz-allll! ciz-alllll I’m callin up my boyz, they’re gonna bring the noise When we hit the dance floor My team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzz-ore Sizzz-ore Mic check 0 1 2 3 I don’t freestyle cuz my style ain’t free! Lyrical criminal most have battled for national, Soulja no limit But im not talking bout Master P I’m in my tour bus a lot and groupies in back of me Every photoshoot, interview, video, shoot a magazine My flow is so sick, the number one off of iTunes My flow, quick, can lay you quicker than the fuckin’ swine flu Pronto, pronto, you known how we ball She dancin’ on my drawls, with my back against the wall S.O.D boys, got our money sittin’ tall While your money sittin’ small Let me make a phone ciz-allll! ciz-alllll I’m callin up my boyz, they’re gonna bring the noise When we hit the dance floor My team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzz-ore Sizzz-ore All black hooded up, nigga we can get it up Ya, you can set it up cuz we will neva let it up And I’ll do it till you get enough, and I beat you dead and red and stuff What it do, what it is, I see you haven’t read enough This is the life I chose for me and this is the way I chose to be A lot of fools is hating me but that’s just the way it’s supposed to be Never went, against the grain, always banging 20 gang Stand for something dawg or you gonna fall for anything but later for that Yeah, I got my swag back, I’m with the Soulja Boy, now nigga bag, back For them GCs and TCs we in the VIP, blowin on some Laker purple trees Jerkin knees, workin these cute bad bitches I think they Vietnamese, we gonna get them for their cheese Break it down, spread it round, fire a pound Put it in the air, right now like pronto Pronto, pronto, you known how we ball She dancin’ on my drawls, with my back against the wall S.O.D boys, got our money sittin’ tall While your money sittin’ small Let me make a phone ciz-allll! ciz-alllll I’m callin up my boyz, they’re gonna bring the noise When we hit the dance floor My team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzz-ore Sizzz-ore “Ladies and gentlemen, we are now approaching 35,000 feet Hope you’re enjoying your ride through Wonderland I am your flight attendant Boss Lady Turn your bottles upside down and your blunts in an upright position And please remain seated until the flight has come to a complete stop Thanks for flying the friendly skies with your friendly captain Snoop D-O-double-G aka The Homey”

There are times when I dont wanna speak Grab a pen, scratch your chin, make the beat Maybe not, smokin pot on the beach Paranoid with my boys, where my keys? And my head in the clouds, is that him? And my boys trippin hard like nigga, chill Someone new with the mouthful of boot Now my boys, they come in with the deal Im not mad at you Things Im going through make me act the fool Please dont think Im cruel Really normally Im cool There is nothing you can do Hey When my words are few Things aint what they seem Feeling like Im fooling me I know god is calling me Im not where Im supposed to be Sitting here smoking trees When I should be on my knees When my words are few Why you hounding me in the house of the lord? Watch us, guilty Aint no move in the parking lot prophecies Thats why at the benediction, you cant find me Oh aint no smiles, aint no joke No bitches, please Aint no rest for my soul til I come clean Ill hear from the lord if I speak So back off and let me eat, let me feast Im not mad at you Things Im going through make me act the fool Please dont think Im cruel Really normally Im cool There is nothing you can do Hey When my words are few Things aint what they seem Feeling like Im fooling me I know god is calling me Im not where Im supposed to be Sitting here smoking trees When I should be on my knees When my words are few I know that I chose to backslide But now I know the way I was born and raised in this thing And thats something I chose to do Church all my life I aint stepped outside but now I feel the light calling me Back to the fold

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

Big Snoop Dogg My nephew Hardwell on the beat Give it to me I wanna wake up now And see you there when I turn round I wanna see you smile When you look back, dyou still feel it now? I wanna work this out But Ill admit that I dont know how Wait up now, wait up now, cause I love how you love me I love how you love me Every time you love me so right Treat me so right, do me so right now Ooh, I love how you love me I love how you love me Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me I love how you love me Oh, I love how you love me Do you think of me when you lay in bed alone? Do you think that we were always meant to let it go? Dont wanna fall asleep Cause in my dreams youre still with me, oh Wake up now, wake up now, cause I love how you love me I love how you love me Every time you love me so right Treat me so right, do me so right now Ooh, I love how you love me I love how you love me Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me I love how you love me Oh, I love how you love me Easy on the eyes, dressed to impress Nonetheless, I guess you can say Im the best So you can see why, shes my P-Y-T She in love with the one D-O double G S-N, just in the nick of time Champagne, what a twist of line, just in time Celebrate, raise your glass, and blaze your blunts And keep giving me whatever I want I love how you love me Kissin and huggin me Youre where I wanna be I dont want no company As long as you comfort me And stay with me, come with me But do it abundantely Yes, you got a G with you And I make plans just to be with you No wishin well Five star hotel All kiss, no tell Now say, Hardwell I love how you love me I love how you love me Every time you love me so right Treat me so right, do me so right now Ooh, I love how you love me I love how you love me Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me Love how you love me, girl Love how you love me, girl Love how you love me, girl I love how you love me

Greetings loved ones Whattup Niggas and Niggettes West-Coast gangsta shit, you dig? Dub C, Daz Dilli Yeah, East side, West side Yall, know what it is Yeah! Pushing figures, prepare for the gangbang, throw it up From khaki chucks, Daz and Dub Yeah they know its us Get with it, I get ran over like a locomotive Smoking explosives igniting, nigga its time to blow it Back up, back up to the essence of this G-Shit West-coast gangsta shit - what I represent D-D-D-DUB and Daz bringing that feeling to ya Roll it up motherfucka, you know we had to do it Pants saggin, grabbing, and clutching the flag And im automatic, sporadic, a bulls-eye Let em have it! With a deadly combination, they asking how couldya? With the Long Beach mobs, the neighborhood hustlas Murderous tactics, im mad cause I get it cracking Wreck em, wreck em up, and whack em Fuck em up and smack em! Who got a problem with the homie, get at me! I keep the big homie cock strapped on the back seat Twah, twah stomp down, here we go This is the only way that we know Gangbang, slang came, pop lowriders Policies, wallabies, solo pop collars Swing out, hang out, way-aah Cripshit, we never ever play ya, pay ya Stay Out The Way! I get mine, all day, every day - understand me? A family, pushing through the door to breakthrough With some shit the average nigga can relate to Ladies! Throw ya kids up shaking, making goods Niggas throw ya city up, represent your hood Its been a minute since niggas undid it But Dat Nigga Daz and Dub Show em how to hit it Till Dr. Dre drops imma stay tuned But now I gotta let you know L.A.s in the room Rhyme with that LBC, we deep, no set trip, but a niggas feet with a skeet Kick the chucks in the ass, fall like Cleese Drop gwack down, put the hog in the streets Never leave without a heat, who got beef Call Master Pookie, a big boat, I aint hard to reach All you got to do is holla Im near bottom, with my pants down, feeding you kids momma Twah, twah stomp down, here we go This is the only way that we know Gangbang, slang came, pop lowriders Policies, wallabies, solo pop collars Swing out, hang out, way-aah Cripshit, we never ever play ya, pay ya Stay Out The Way! I get mine, all day, everyday - understand me? Me and my nigga do the dance To this with a handshot Call, get it command and its blam blam blam Here I am! Dat Nigga Daz and the shady one WC, yo shit we the crazy ones Damn, niggas acting like they hard, but they not Untouchable to touch with the Glock Eastsider, Westsider setting shit on fire We the best niggas to represent for the ride Yeah! Brla-brl-brl-brl-brl-brl-brl Fuck em, buck em, leave em Im on the block, drinking it with my Desert Eagle Hat cut, black top, rag drop Makin it hot, you fuckin with them kind of niggas, letting the gat pop Forever in the game, spit flame, aint shit changed DPG, Lench Mob, Big Swang The larger the clip, the harder the hit Nigga Daz and Dub, yall started some shit Twah, twah stomp down, here we go This is the only thing that we know Gangbang, slang came, pop lowriders Policies, wallabies, solo pop collars Swing out, hang out, way-aah Cripshit, we never ever play ya, pay ya Stay Out The Way! I get mine, all day, everyday - understand me?

Yea Turn the music up a little bit . . . Dah-dah-daaah Uh, yea Lah-dah-daaah A little bit louder . . right there Dah-dah-daaah In the name of the streets Click click bu ya! Dub kicked the frame in Nigga let the games begin, as I standin Tossed the tall can on a campus off the limital Scanners takin penitentiary chances Sick wit it, off the ric wit it Blue beenie knitted; freshly acquitted Grind-grimey, the thick body and the big body Wit lyrics and draulics hotter than the Majave Sellin, brubble bellin, career felon Escalade 3-braid beard wearin Fuck it, I thug for free and thug to eat Niggas call me Home of Cake cause I love the cheese Gangstas, hustlas, pimps, if ya follow me Let me see ya put them hands up like a robbery I solemnly swear to stay down and slang the seed I spit in the name of the streets Im gonna roll Im gon stay fly Im gonna bust Hold my hood up high In the name of the streets Im gonna roll Im gon rich ride Im gonna ball Hold my hood up high In the name of the streets This the itty-bitty nigga from the city they call LB What you know about the D-O-G? I keep my peeps wit a bag a treats On the streets my nephews beat your beat and keep that heat In the Cutt and indiscrete Me and Dub-C crippin couzins in this industry A lotta yall pretend to be Wanna see friends wit me and then sleep wit the enemy? Want some, get some, bad enough take some Suckas poppin off Im bout to take one Braids on, make done, dont want none And just cause we talkin, what you doin C-Walking? Its not just a dance its a way a living Now if ya C-Walking, ya best to see Crippin And that goes for kids too, and R&B singers Nigga quit Crip-Walking if ya aint a gang banger I told a woman I dont love her but she wants to go I told another that I want her but she wants to ho I aint a hater Im a player so I fucked em both In the name of the streets High resolution, high definition Let the tape roll let the whole world listen Hold your position, dont go backwards Im frontlining and the West keep shining Fuck wit ya nigga your boy X still grindin Fuck them other niggas they just high siding Talking and lie, bitchin and cry Gossip and hate but aint nobodys right Fuck going diamond if ya make it turn pussy Dont push me, peep game like a booky The hook lining singer, the deep thinker Ego auto-biography beat it nigga ya bother me Glass hit them hard, take no prisoners Been choiced for the voice I speak for my people like a Senator Raise up, the blunts get blazed up Swing like a gorilla nigga you aint a king, cmon! Dah-dah-daaah Yea . . . Lah-dah-daaah Dub-C . . . Dah-dah-daaah The Ghetto Heisman In the name of the streets Swangin through a hood near you Dah-dah-daaah

If Im a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl dont waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs If Im a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl dont waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs By any means necessary, its on Bitch, your fucking with a dog, all I wanna do is bury some bones Take a piss on a tree and Im gone Girlfriend dont get it wrong I hate to be the one to shit on your lawn But I aint got my dog license I aint nothing nice And I aint never met a piece of pussy I aint liking Sugar and spicing Kicked up with ice and You can do anything with these hoes Except housewife them Like snoop said it aint nothing but a G thing Got a bitch in my bed, in nothing but a g-string, so peep game Who the lucky female to taste these Snips and snails and puppy dog tails huh? Youre messing with me, Im messing with you Im a dog trick I chase cats like Peppy La Pu Dead on shit My lifes like a Holiday Inn If my girl act up Im gunna fuck her friend If Im a what... If Im a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl dont waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs If Im a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl dont waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs Im a dog motherfucker, I walk on all fours Find where you live at, shit on your porch, Redman is hungry Dont leave the food out, Im pumped like a Pamela Anderson boob job Straight up bulldog, mixed with a Shizhsu Cause I bullshit, party a little bit Swim with the shark, youre bound to drown My weed is like green, and yours brown The doctor the dog, from Cali to Georgia When cats meow with noting on top they halter I dont have Yesmen that laugh when I laugh We some dogs, we can kiss our own ass Like a golden retriever, retrieving the chronic The dose nose bitch, and no need to hide it - Redman a flirt Always get my nuts stuck to the porch, like the dog on Joe Dirt If Im a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl dont waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs If Im a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl dont waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs Fish dont fry in the kitchen, bitch dont climb, keep bitching Beans dont burn on the grill, 3, 4, 5 With the pimping, hoes get your pimps permission Now pay attention, the big D-O double to the G-O To the liquor store to crack a ho and get some VO And mix it with some pena colidino Then slip it on the bitch then I dip with all her c-notes Scandalous, yep bitch cause we know Every pretty ho always down to pull a d-low On me? No, so there wont be no shaking me down, breaking me down, here we go You know Im just oh so slick The way you chew that bubble gum, the way you sucking a dick And I can tell, that you a freak I wanna stick some dick up in you can I skeet, skeet Dont you know why? If Im a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl dont waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs If Im a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl dont waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs If Im a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl dont waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs If Im a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl dont waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Creepin down the back street on Ds I got my Glock cocked, cause niggas want these Now soon as I said it Seems I got sweated By some nigga with a TEC-9 Trynna take mine Ya wanna make noise, make noise I make a phone call my niggas comin like the Gotti boys Bodies bein found on Greenleaf With their fuckin heads cut off Motherfucker Im Dre So listen to the play-by-play Day-by-day Rollin in my 4 with sixteen switches And got sounds for the bitches Clockin all the riches Got the hollow points for the snitches So would you just walk on by Cause Im too hard to lift And no this aint Aerosmith Its the motherfuckin D-R-E From the CPT, on a rhymin spree A straight G Hop back as I pop my top ya trip I let the hollow points commence to POP! POP! POP! Yeah cause if it dont stop I have to put my shit in reverse Go back and take another stop Cause Im... Rollin down the motherfucking backstreets With my drink and my cup and my strap in my lap, see Aint nothin but the G-funk, bumping in my G Thump Hell yeah! Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Just another motherfuckin day for Dre So I begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists Its just that gangster glare With gangsta raps, that gangsta shit Makes a gangs of snaps Uh, word to the motherfuckin streets And word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats That I hit ya with, that I get ya with As I groove in my fo on Ds Hittin the switches Bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on Bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on But before I hit the dope spot I gotta get the chronic, the Remy Martin and my soda pop Now Im smellin like indo-nesia Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers On my dick cuz my 4 on hit Pancake front and back, side to side And all that shit So when I crawl I comes correct Now, if your bitch in my shit, its your bitch you check nigga Now let the Chevrolet slide As I dip and make a trip to the south side Yeah Right back up in you its the D-R-E Witta ounce as we bounce through the CPT Diamond in the back, danas on the wheels This is strictly for my bitches, now were hittin in switches Niggas gettin jealous cause hoes be on our dick But Dre dont give a fuck and I dont give a shit So the 4 wont blow Stoppin by the spot to get some indo With all the motherfuckin bitches sayin... Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Now as I roll with my nigga Dre and Eastwood Still clocking dough in 93 and 94, fuck a hoe We blaze up the zig zags back to back With the orange chronic bud blazing sack to sack Humpin, and bumpin that Doggystyle On the eastside of the beach with the boomin sounds Got my drink on deck, got the strap and if the spot is feeling hot Then feel the fire with my gin on rocks, it don’t stop Like I told you so, now let a nigga talk and flow, talk for riches That way to get gold on gold on the black Liz-zac Coupe DeVille Hydraulics and all that gangsta shit, so On and on and you know it dont stop, put it in motion and let it roll On 3 and pose like a pimp And hit em up with the pound, relax and sip up on the drink and smoke with everybody sayin….. Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride I said swing down sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Swing down sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Swing down sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Swing down sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Yeah Ha-Ha! Yeah , you wanna ride with me Uh, wit everybody sayin Uh Know Im sayin? Uh uh, ass Grass A gas Nobody rides free Hell yeah! KnowhutImsayin? huh huh huh huh yeah, you wanna ride?

I keep Your face In my mind Youre like no other woman And you know You so fine Can I take you on a date Take your troubles away If you agreed on what I say Please let me know And if you wanna roll Just give me a call And Ill be there Brown skin I love you for your Brown skin Your your Brown skin You keep A place In my heart You the one that keeps this hustler On the grind So alive With you there are no games Im gonna love you all my days But if I do make a mistake Please girl dont go And even though I fall Ill still give you my heart And Ill answer every call Brown skin I love you for your Brown skin Your your Brown skin The way your body moves from side to side The way people stare when were passing them by Its hard to keep this feeling inside You gotta love those pretty brown eyes The way your body moves from side to side The way the homies wish they had a woman like mine Its hard to keep this feeling inside I lose my mind almost every time Brown skin I love you for your Brown skin Your your Brown skin Your your Brown skin

Never leave me alone, never leave me alone Leave me alone never leave me alone Never leave me alone Never leave me alone, leave me alone Never leave me alone, never leave me alone They tell me that temptation Ooh, is very hard to resist You tell me that you want me I tried to hide my feelings, D-O-Gs aint supposed to feel like this You can call it what you want to But I dont even know what it is Youve got me singin in the morning You bring me breakfast in my bed and when it hurts you rub my head Ill ask you one time only, baby Wont you be there when its hectic, when I dont have a hit record Never leave me alone, never leave me alone Leave me alone never leave me alone Never leave me alone Never leave me alone, leave me alone Never leave me alone, never leave me alone Ive traveled so many places, Ive seen so many faces And there were times I didnt think Id make it through alone I went through so many phases, that got me so many cases Three strikes youre gone, then what you gonna do? I guess Ill call my lady, and tell her to kiss my baby They tell me that crime is all I know how to do Never leave me alone Tell him his daddys sorry, alone Let him know all about me Theres one more thing Id really like you to do Never leave me alone, never leave me alone Leave me alone never leave me alone Never leave me alone Never leave me alone, leave me alone Never leave me alone, never leave me alone Man, somebody was naughty when they snitched on me And the judge just sentenced me to do about a century Im mobbin through the county mainline Back in 9500 just tryin to handle mine Spittin game at the homies about the good ol days As we try to pass time waiting for the chain to Chino I see no reason to cry but I miss my baby boo And my nigga Spanky too Its true that the dirt I did from an O.G. to a snotty nose kid Got me caught up in the rapture like maze, days gone by And real Gs gon cry But I try to walk the yard with my head to the sky And hope my baby boo aint fuckin niggas on the outside But whats the chance that it aint crackin? If I was out and she was in Id probably be mackin I cant lie so I say I would, now my girl in a world of playa hood A playa should show a nigga love and look out But the niggas I know would probably turn your ass out So keep away, better yet stay away And hope I get out one day, okay But if I dont, I guess this is home My girl is trippin she got a block on her phone Never leave me alone Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own Leave me alone, never leave me alone Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own Leave me alone, never leave me alone Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own Never leave me alone, never leave me alone Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own Never leave me alone, never leave me alone Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own Never leave me alone, leave me alone Never leave me alone, never leave me alone Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own Never leave me alone, leave me alone Never leave me alone, never leave me alone Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own Never leave me alone, Leave me alone Never leave me alone, never leave me alone Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own Never leave me alone, leave me alone Never leave me alone, never leave me alone Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own Never leave me alone, leave me alone Never leave me alone, never leave me alone Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own Never leave me alone, leave me alone Never leave me alone, never leave me alone Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own Never leave me alone, leave me alone Never leave me alone, never leave me alone

I aint worried bout nothin; nigga, I aint worried bout nothin Nigga, I aint worried bout nothin; nigga, I aint worried bout nothin I aint worried bout nothin; nigga, I aint worried bout nothin Nigga, I aint worried bout nothin; nigga, I aint worried bout nothin Ridin round with that work, strapped up with that Nina Got 2 bad bitches with me, molly and Aquafina Money dont mean nothing, niggas dont feel you when they see you My whole hood love me, but naan nigga wanna touch me I aint worried bout nothin; nigga, I aint worried bout nothin Nigga, I aint worried bout nothin; nigga, I aint worried bout nothin I aint worried bout nothin; nigga, I aint worried bout nothin Nigga, I aint worried bout nothin; nigga, I aint worried bout nothin Nigga, I aint worried bout nothin Ridin round through East Tremont Nigga, I aint worried bout nothin Ridin round with that Nina Ridin round with that AK, that HK, that SK That beam on the scope Window down, blowin smoke Niggas frontin be broke Try rob me, gon get smoked That gun automatic, my car automatic I aint worried bout nothing, I dont even care Talkin money with you niggas, that aint even fair 2 bitches on my lap, popping 20 pills Naked women in my bed, counting 20 mills And I aint worried bout no banks I get drug money Niggas talking like they rich aint got my sons money Its King Combs in this bitch with the best work Give a chick a hundred grand for the best twerk Fuck the fame all the lights and the stardom Forget about Saint Tropez: pilot, we landin in Harlem! Niggas standing in amazement, Diddy my names in the pavement Worried about nothing cause Im still counting that money I aint even made yet Motherfucker This car called a Rolls, my Belaire be Rosé Gave a bitch 50 bands, I never gave her a rose Watch the pot as it rolls, all my profits just rolls Started on the first floor, my apartments just rose Penthouse full of paintings, my classics look painted Shawty a hustler, she require retainments She let me fuck cause Im famous Bad Boy-related Gold Sky Dweller marjella Maybach umbrella we dangerous What is IRS, I dont pay no taxes Blowing money fast, breaking bad batches Ridin round in my lap, Im flying round in my jet Im so smoked out, so loped out, 20 Crip is my set Nigga what yall wanna do Big Snoop and Im coming through All my goons in grey and blue Right here right now no me preocupo de na

Hard times and good times... when theyre mixed together It can only make you stronger... even live a little longer I see the Gs on the corner, holding steel, think theyre real But oh, its only a short life... Pennies on their eyes cause they wont see tomorrow Sometimes, I wanna run away, but Im holding on to what I feel In this life, we dont crush no deals, back in the day Back in the day when I used to be a mindless kid Now Im on that holy bid, no regrets for the things I did Its the only way, only way, only way... To live with no regrets... You know youd better live with no regrets You can roll up your problems, smoke em like a champion You can pray for a miracle, and still nothing can happen I aint never bid us over, and Im no predictor of the future But I know, its a short life... Pennies on their eyes cause they wont see tomorrow 15 with kingpin, kilogram dreams - money talks You aint talkin money, G,? Well we aint talkin bout a damn thing Whip it til its hard, serve it to the dope fiend Or bring me 21-5, get a whole thing On triple-beams they weigh up You owe me, homie? Best pay up Dont make me raise this AK up You and your homie get sprayed up My lifestyle wild - he aint got a clue Dont let this smile fool you, bruh, this what youd better do: Give me my R-E-S-P-E-C-T Fore I leave you D-O-A, you wont need no D-O-C About my D-O-G, I swear to G-O-D I push that line with no regrets, I wont lose one nights sleep

Woo!, hey, this is the G-Child, spaceketeers Are ya in the house baby, are ya in the house? You know what Im sayin, cuz its that time For you to kicks the funk online as we rewind And then it will combine Smokin on the bud, feelin kinda high Sippin on the gin, feelin kinda fly A Warren G production sits in the tape deck As Mista Grimm raps over laps, dont say shit Just, listen and recline for a spell Pass the fat spliff back and forth Stuck, unable to breathe through the Chronic Cloud that somehow prevents me from installin fresh air Ahh, Indosmoke Pass me the joint so I can take a toke 1 puff, 2 puff, 3 puff, 4 puff, 5 Im feelin real high Lean into the side in my muthafuckin ride With the O.G. gangsta glide Woo!, hey now ya know Inhale, exhale with my flow Breakaway, come again like this The LB to the C two times, dont miss Cuz if you do, you break you get broke Me and Mista G and the Indo Smoke Whatever you do muthafucka you betta not choke This aint no stress, its the muthafuckin indo smoke Whatever you do muthafucka you betta not choke This aint no stress, its the muthafuckin indo smoke Fee, fi, foe, really doe Im still smokin and sippin, talkin like a pimp Freakin, seekin new lands without transport Cuz indo smoke is a mans sport I never feel stressed and thats the realist Just a proper herb for my chronic illness Please, let me go on with my day Relax with phat tracks and a real fat J Ooh, I think Im in love Astounded from what it did, sended me far above On a fly toke, I can brag for days You cant swim with Grimm Because my tidal waves - high And thats no joke Because Mista Grimm takes flight from the Indo Smoke Whatever you do muthafucka you betta not choke This aint no stress, its the muthafuckin indo smoke Whatever you do muthafucka you betta not choke This aint no stress, its the muthafuckin indo smoke Ignition to remission, blast off through the cos Most of the voyage I enjoy is just a cause I sonic boom when I return back to earth Birth of a new rhyme will take no time Im prepared, papers and a lighter to provoke A comical scene to watch Mista Grimm choke Then gain composure, compose a symphony From C-H-R-O-N-I-C and Mista G mixed together nicely Combinin, lick the linings, voilà! A fat Chronic sack you can put in your jaw H and R puff the stuff in ya lungs Smokin on the Chronic, gettin straight sprung Stretched, taken to the extreme feelin Dancin on the ceilin like Lionel If ya hear me on some vinyl I break em till they cant be broke As I soak, in the Indo Smoke Take a trip with Nate Dogg to the Eastside We will show you where the gangstas love to get high We get high on every street in Long Beach So dont come to my hood thinkin that you can fade me Niggas from a funnyland wanna come to the East and reveal I gotta viscious left hook and youre damn right I will steal Shots go out to my nigga Mista Grimm and you know Warren G I gotta nigga named Gangsta Rod, you know B-Tip, you know me My name is Nate D-O double G and Im comin straight from the East Dont think you dont know where Im from, Im from 213 Yeah, you know what Im sayin 19 ninety muthafuckin 3 I got my muthafuckin niggas in the house I got my nigga Mista Grimm in the house I got my nigga B-Tip in the house I got my nigga Nate Dogg in the house I got my nigga Ricky Rod in the house I got the nigga Butch in the house I got my nigga Greg in the house Hes engineering this, check it out You know what Im sayin Long Beach in the house We hooked up with some people from West Covina My nigga Mista Grimm, but you know Aint nothing but a G Thang, uh G Thang, but you dont hear me though, hahaha, yeah Are you high yet? Are you high yet? Are ya high big baby? Are ya high? Nigga I asked you is you high Im fucked up I aint be gotten no women, nigga is you high, shit Im fucked up Oh we can do this then Hey, lets go Its over big baby, hey

Ayo, G-One, Ive been listening to this nigga Quik album And he aint got no songs about the pussy You know that nigga gotta have something about the pussy on This shit, you feel me? And Im just that nigga to beat the pussy up So, uh, if you feel me like I feel you, ya know what Im sayin Let me get a little piece of this thang here like that there Trip... Let a nigga from the E.S. L.B. D.P Beat that pussy til its soft and mushy I love that bushy, and most niggas still do Unless that bitch shit smells like mildew Well do damn near anything to get it And once I got it, Im outtie, I stay bout it I sip a little tea then light up my weed I slip on my rubber out the cover then I proceed To give your little thick ass what you need Gangsta gangsta, Ill make ya cootie cat scream Didnt I turn ya on like a phone? You lovin that Doggy Dogg meaty bone When ya moan, ya whole voice tone Make me wanna put my bizalls in ya jizaws, and yall Know what Im gettin at, Im spittin at Nigga wanna fuck, trick; so whats up, bitch? See as long as my muthafuckin dick get hard And I got a million dollars banked out on my credit card No disrespect or no disregard But Im hoppin for that pussy like they used to hop for cars My nigga DJ Q told me come on through Cause he got a gang of bitches that was down to do Keep it poppin since Im from the big LBC Thats right down the street from Compton I pop in the liquor store to grab some hay A bag of ice, some blue dice, and some Cognac Yeah, the pussys good Especially when its from a whole nother neighborhood How good do it get when you on that G shit? Im strokin that pussy til that bitch seasick We dick bitches down and thats Rule #3 in the Dogg Pound Bitch, drawers down! We wont get no radio play But we probably get some pussy for this I said we wont get no radio play But we probably get some pussy for this You cant be, cant be, you cant be my lady But Ill let you be, let you be my playmate Uhh, baby, lets sip wine while we 6-9 Ill slide on this rubber and well be just fine Now if my condom broke and my ass got smoked Ima still get to Heaven on a little rubber boat, uhh Snoop hit it then I hit it too Aww yeah, little bitch, Im talkin bout you Now all you ever do is sit around and boo-hoo Talkin bout, Hi-C, I loved-ed-ed you! She said, Where ya been?; I said, In ya mouth If youre lookin for love then take me down south And Ill tell you all the things to make ya laugh and giggle While I insert my eight inch shaft up in your tender vittles A hot pocket, Snoop Dogg told me to stop it He heard me in the other room bangin her womb And baby better do me like Im one in a million Check yo feelings, and point that ass to the ceiling Cause Im the dick em down king; call me on the celly, let it ring And prepare your lips for the ding-ding And if you got some friends, let em bend on over While I ride em like a 98 Rover You can wish and you want, but this dick youre gonna meet Hit your elbows and knees and spread your booty cheeks And call me Daddi with a I Girl, youre doin everything by the book Nate Dogg, tell em how she looked Girl, youre lookin fine, so fine I wonder if youd like to take the time to grind If so, why dont you leave with me today, lets play This game I call it touch a secret place, lets play See, first I just grab ya from behind ya mine And then I just push until I find that line By now, I know youve came a couple of times, thats fine As long as you know I have to leave in time You cant be...You cant be, cant be, you cant be my lady But Ill let you be, let you be my playmate You cant be, cant be, you cant be my lady But Ill let you be, let you be my playmate Now aint nothin like tight pussy on my dick Its the Gangsta D, baby, never saved a trick Got a harem full of hoes, mashin to the studio For all my niggas, you will get busy, ho Now the first bitch she want dick to the tonsils My second and third wanna fuck on the console My fourth start to leak like the dookie chute shot While my money-maker walking the stroll for my knot Got that bitch mouth smellin like fresh cock Young twat—if I can smell it, Imma tell ya to get going With a douche pack, youre makin my nose react Reekin but that aint tweed or no yak More like 25 pounds of get back And I can tell by ya walk, its talk back But if that aint yo case, let me take a ride On your love rollercoaster, pull them panties aside KK Imma lean it to the left and to the right And Imma make ya scream and holla for more And I bet you when Im in it, you cant help but to admit it You aint never came this good before Chevis-Regal got my dick so hard I aint gon make it to the house because thats too far Mr. Quik give me the keys to the Benzo So I can hit it right here on the E-Lo Haaaaa Baaaaby Imma get some pussy tonight, soon as you turn off the light Imma get some pussy tonight, soon as you turn off the light Imma get some pussy tonight, soon as you turn off the light Imma get some pussy tonight, soon as you turn off the light Ha ha Now I be still be knocking bitches like it aint shit Almost 10 years later but I still slang dick And my penis, is like Venus, its far away And its not butter, baby, more like Parkay As we bounce to the city that you, used to know The CPT with AMG, and all the bitches roll We gon be fly all the way G-ride As we dip-dip-di, I shoot it in your eye Cause pussy aint a thang to me And my nuts when, they hang, they be okay to me Cause Im a fly type of nigga; yeah, its bigger If you seen it on the muthafuckin microscope, its bigger Ha-ah-ah-ahahahah, in reverse like a muthafucka Watching muthafuckas crash on that ass Police videos, fuckin all these hoes I dont sunset with the hoes and shit The pimps, girls, and the prostitutes The prostitutes running from the police It aint nothing but a three P on me Mr. Dante, baby, dont you see Can we flip, flip the shit back over let me hear it I like the reverse, sounding good in my ear Crazy, this shit is crazy

I put down more hits than mafioso made And Lucky Luciano bout to sing soprano And I know, I know the way you feel And baby bubba we gon keep it on tha real Just to get you caught up in amazement We puffin on Cubans so it might get dangerous But when it isnt, you can sit izzon bizzack And let the Bizzow Wizzow ride the trizzack, ha ha How you feelin? Im up to dealin, ridin like a villan Makin a killin, thrillin the crowd wit my new hairdo Outfits unused, fifty dollar socks, hundred-thousand dollar shoes Man, Im givin blues to these sucka MCs Who you be? You know who I be, young nigga Im Tha DoggFather Snoop Doggy Dogg is Doggy Dogg Father Snoop Doggy Dogg is Doggy Dogg Father Lets make a move for this paper We gots ta get paid I mean I steps to tha stage in my G-boy stance And say a few rhymes to make your girl wanna dance Im so fly like a dove I come from up above You trippin on your girl cause she showed me love Nigga dont beat em, cause if you beat em, you dont need em You lay your hands on me, watch how fast I take your freedom I delete em, but dont mistreat em I stay up on em, and thats one ta grow on Let me flow on You can rock to tha rythme you see Or you can rock to tha rythme of me Just remember when you do your thang Make sure you do your thang on a hang And everythang, is everythang There aint no mo than this paper chase Like them white-boy DAs was on tha case You know I aint tryin ta floss, but uh was the case that they lost Im Tha DoggFather Snoop Doggy Dogg is Doggy Dogg Father Snoop Doggy Dogg is Doggy Dogg Father Now, do anybody in tha house remember When there wasnt no Snoop Dogg? There wasnt no rappers hollin bout LBC Am I trippin yall? Now, when I grow up, I wanna be like Snoop Have prestigious women Thats the truth from the begining In and out of the flyest hotels You say your family dont know me Hold on hommie, thats formost and promos Sales, tails, scales and jails Success before death No one in my clique fails As females with the almighty Father lead Succeedin ta give my peeps just what they need And it aint no party like this kind Cause you can leave your worries behizzind But Imma git back to tha grizzind Snoop D-O double G comin back for mizzine and Im tha DoggFather Snoop Doggy Dogg is Doggy Dogg Father Snoop Doggy Dogg is Doggy Dogg Father Snoop Doggy Dogg is Doggy Dogg Father Snoop Doggy Dogg is Doggy Dogg Father Snoop Doggy Dogg is Doggy Dogg Father Snoop Doggy Dogg is Doggy Dogg Father Snoop Doggy Dogg is Doggy Dogg Father

Wassup man, what you want? Ayy, man, let me get a eighth, man You want a eighth? You want that fat eighth or a little eighth? How much money you got? Get out my pockets homie, let me just get a regular eighth Alright well, come on in, dont touch nothin either Smell this, this is, I just got this right here from Cambodia, its a Cambodia Crispy This aint no Cambodia Crispy Look, man, okay, Ima be honest, thats really CBD Just give me thirty-seven dollars and you can have that If I could fly I would probably never come down With all of the bullshit confusion on the ground I wish that I was high Cause I cant live my life when its loud So Im gonna call the bros Tell em, Roll up one, right now Im tryna smoke Im so high, Im so high, Im so high-ah-ah Thats just how I get by-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Lift that bird to the motherfucking sky-ah-ah Thats that pill, thats that fire, fire-ah-ah Dont you cry, dont you cry, I-I-I aint full high Ima ride it, I just need to put my mind at ease Someone tell my baby mama Im just tryna keep the peace I aint here for all that drama, Im tryna smoke Lifes no fairy tale I know all too well Gotta plant the seed sometime Then you let it grow Inhale, exhale some more Heaven in Hell If you know, you know That shit is beautiful You gotta just let it go Spark up a blunt and smoke You better blow that shit out, man Yeah, yeah If I could fly I would probably never come down With all of the bullshit confusion on the ground I wish that I was high Cause I cant live my life when its loud So Im gonna call the bros Tell em, Roll up one, right now Im tryna smoke Starin at the moon like galaxy of weed smoke I can make you feel right, baby, just let me know Take my hand, follow me and Ill give you what you need, girl Life is tough, take a puff, open up, see the world See it through my eyes, looking down as I fly high Flying no lower in the sky rise, Im up in the clouds with the wi-fi And Im floating, floating Bullshit, nigga, dont allow Were Soul Plane, nigga, Im the pilot With the best gas, no doubt about it Its potent, legalize it Give a nigga freedom, I got the pre-rolls, no leak holes Baby, if you need them, get your life and your mind right By myself or the limelight, just take a puff and Im light If I could fly I would probably never come down With all of the bullshit and confusion on the ground I wish that I was high Cause I cant live my life when its loud So Im gonna call the bros Tell em Roll up one, right now Im tryna smoke Hes a janky dealer, why you make me drink? What you want, bruh, what you want, man? Smell this right here, man Man, its passionfruit? Man, thats Coleslaw OG, baby The fuck is Coleslaw OG? Just gimme 65 dollars 65 dollars? You got me fucked up Okay, well, gimme 48 dollars man, come on man Thats a fat bag, baby 48 dollars? Thats a whole ass— you cant even close the bag, man Come on, man, goddamn, I c—, gas is goin up Gimme 39 dollars, damn it

Prince Royce Big Snoop Dogg She got me stuck on a feeling She got me stuck on a feeling I like you talking dirty, I like your filthy love You like the way I hold you when we are falling in love In love If its love Then I dont want to come back up Girl I know youre a handful cause you know what you like You might be hard to handle but Ima show you tonight Tonight What its like When youre Stuck on a feeling Just cant stop, once aint enough Better lock this down, better box it up Gotta work me out, make it real Gotta make it count, get stuck on a feeling Just cant stop, once aint enough Better lock this down, better box it up Gotta work me out, make it real Gotta make it count, get stuck on a feeling Stuck on a feeling Check it out Lets go hide out in private Wont you show me your place? A little peace and quiet Where we can both misbehave Misbehave Its okay when youre Stuck on a feeling Just cant stop, once aint enough Better lock this down, better box it up Gotta work me out, make it real Gotta make it count, get stuck on a feeling Just cant stop, once aint enough Better lock this down, better box it up Gotta work me out, make it real Gotta make it count, get stuck on a feeling What, what, what, what, what? Stuck on a feeling She got me stuck on a feeling She got me stuck on a feeling She got me stuck on a feeling She got me stuck on a, she got me, she got, she got Wheelin and dealin, appealin, Im realin Ya still in love with me, all green Im at it, romantic, no panic, organic Slide right next to me, in ecstasy Now who could ever make you feel like I felt Youre laying on your bed, just playing with yourself Youre moaning and groaning, youre squirming and squealing Guess its true, I left you Stuck on a feeling Just cant stop, once aint enough Better lock this down, better box it up Gotta work me out, make it real Gotta make it count, get stuck on a feeling Just cant stop, once aint enough Better lock this down, better box it up Gotta work me out, make it real Gotta make it count, get stuck on a feeling She got me stuck on a feeling She got me stuck on a feeling She got me stuck on a feeling Stuck on a, stuck on a feeling She got me Yeah, yeah, she got me, she got me Yeah, yeah, she got me, she got me Stuck on a, stuck on a, stuck on a, stuck on a feeling She got me stuck on a feeling

Oh shit is, is that Snoop over there? Oh shit Fuck that nigga bitch. My name is Sam Sneed you betta recognize Aiyyo, aiy, Im sorry, I just love that nigga he is so fine Man fuck that nigga His music is so fuckin dope Hey look Sam man, I gotta go pee Ill be right back aight Yeah aight Yeah yeah Im just slidin you know Get this Henny tap in my vein Yo Snoop whassup Snoop? Ay, hold up, yo Hey, how you doin? Whats happenin? Yo Snoop you know I just love your shit you are just so fine to me Aiyyo bitch, bring your black ass back over What the fucks wrong with you? Yo whas happenin is that your nigga or somethin? Look check this shit out that nigga he dont run me OK? Im talkin to you thats all Yeah whassup nigga? What the fucks wrong with you? Yo nigga whats happenin fool? You know the name of the game, your bitch chose me Nigga we can handle this like some gentlemen Or we can get into some gangsta shit So whassup nigga? Have it your motherfuckin way Well whassup? Thats whassup, nigga

Its 50 Cent and S-N double O-P You dont want no snoop and you dont want it with me Everytime I come around they like Oh No I get to trippin; slap the clip up in my 44 Shit I been thru in my hood made my heart cold I get to poppin off that thang like Im loco No sense in coppin pleas when you see my knife out Motherfuckers light out Here come snoop, uh Sup nigga, sup now huh? Ricky Ticky Timble, Cs is the symbol Courdoroy khakis, stacies & brimmed up Straight razors just keep you trimmed up 1-8-7, oh yeah, now you remember Hes electrifyin & original So gangster, Snoop Dogg the criminal The one you hate to love, in the club, in the cut Hugged up wit yo bitch, nigga I dont give a shit You betta check dat ho, thats what wreckin G Now step your game down, cuz aint no checkin me Youll be respecting me until I leave this room Or my gatll go boom, bullets go zoom Now your name is on a tomb They pourin out liquor with no room to consume, silly bafoon I pop niggas like balloons, I aint feelin em Walkin in my big blue chucks cuz Im killin em Hey what up cuz, its 50 Cent; Whats happin nigga? Ever since the moment I was born I been dyin Hundred miles an hour pulse flyin wit my eye... an He who fears fate lives like coward You go against me, youll be devoured Then you get to poppin youll have change of heart I hit your chest a couple times youll have to change your heart Have doc usin donors, dead niggas wit spare parts You come back wit lungs of a snicth, and the heart of dead nark Niggas never see the light till spark Then they bleed, it get cold , then shit get dark You can call me the beast from the east, I run these streets You can eat hollow tip shells or you can work for me These rap niggas crazy, my mercy has limits Push me a hundred revolversll get to spinnin Your services are no longer needed; rock-a-bye baby My bitch will do it to you with a lil 380 Im bailin thru the door again Let momo pour again Me and my ho again Yea she got the four up in this motherfucker And Imma bust it if you try to rush us or touch us or sucka ducka us Itll crack off, now back off -real slow An if you dont know , I never hesitate to shoot a ho Yea thats my reputation - you test my patience & You & your fam - bam - gon hear the blam, blam Goddammit Im at it again They done let bitch niggas up outta the pen And now he lookin for me - what the heck - my game is built on respect Now Im breathin down your motherfuckin neck I dumps till my clip is empty Im headin down willshire to send the scent And when I get there dont ask who sent me Just take dem shots and drop it like it hot Bitch nigga Ha-ha-ha Yea nigga Just when you though I was gone Slide back up on you like the wind nigga Hurricane D-O-Double G With the G,G,G,G,G,G,G-UNIT

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 sensual seduction So I can get a sensual seduction So we can get a sensual seduction Sensual seduction, whoa whoa Im gonna take my time I like to get mine from behind So he can take control And lick me from head to toe So we can get a sensual seduction So I can have continuous eruption With no interuptions So he can have a Lil Kim seduction, whoa She might be with him But shes thinkin bout me, me, me We dont go to the malls 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 whoa Im gonna take my time She gon get hers before I Im gonna take it slow Im not gon rush the stroke Dont rush If you dont know by now Lil Kim is a freak, freak, freeeeak Hes lickin his lips Like Im something to eat, eat, eeeat Cant get enough of my honey Cause he say it tastes sweet, sweet, sweeeet Hes got me so wet Cause hes going so deep, deep, deeeep So we can get a sensual seduction So I can have continuous eruption With no interruptions So he can have a Lil Kim seduction, whoa I was all in the club Havin a drink, blowin on a sweet When I peeped this lil freak out I was all on the bar, went 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 player know If I take her home, with them real big hips You so ripe, Im gon beep So I approached the chick with the real pretty face Nice curves on her with a little bitty waist I whisped in her ear, Lil mama, what you drink? I know that you a freak, but you know I aint gon say shhhh See, my game is outrageous I got her to the crib and exchanged some love faces But it wasnt 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 Sensual seduction Sensual seduction, whoa whoa Sensual seduction

Yeah, uh Wanna say whats up to all them riders All them siders, all them gangstas, and all them beyotches Yeah, we keep it gangsta Yeah, we keep it gangsta Dippin down Long Beach Coulevard I only rides with my Doggs And I dont give a fuck about none of yall Im ridin til the wheels fall off I only rides with my Doggs Dippin down Compton Boulevard I only rides with my dogs I dont give a fuck about none of yall Im ridin til the wheels fall off I only rides with my dogs Beware of the big mash, you knew he wasnt finished with yo ass Hell stay on it til its burnt out, looked how it turned out Nuthin you can do, cant help you out So fall down, Dr. Dre done fell back into the House With the Pound, bitches keep throwin pussy at us We dont want it, you bitch it dont matter Its all about the money, if you got it, throw that up Hmm, ride along with ya set And watch us, you motherfuckers cant do that yet I skirt out, I hit a corner on ya, fuck doin halfway I do it to the fullest, Ill probably catch bullets on my last day I hope a prayer come through so I can eat My shoes lookin like about a buck fifty each But Imma come up, thats on my momma Now thats on me, cause thats a burden on my momma And she done suffered, the shits gettin rougher And when the goin get tough, the tough get a strap And low-ridins on the map Snoop Doggs number 1 The whole Pounds got snaps Yeah, tell me, have you seen us? Bendin corners on gold Daytonas, we heated, so beat it However you want it, nah however you need it Bendin corners on gold Daytonas, we heated, so beat it However you want it, nah however you need it Bendin corners on gold Daytonas, we heated, so beat it However you want it Uhh, actin a fool, nigga done paid his dues And got my receipt in return, so I recline the leather seats With a trunk full of beats and Chronic filled leafs to burn No concern as I make a left turn on the Shaw Off of Jefferson, feelin awfully naked at the U-turn Shit, left my gun, thats a no-no Fuck Bernard Parks, Im my own po-po Nigga talkin dirty after dark, startin stuff May have to mark up a nigga FUBU logo Lettin off like a Ruger promo And even though Im about the hoes, I never doubt the dulos You know the rule goes, where theres a ho theres a hater Well theres some hoes over there And I concentrate on the haters later Give these bitches numbers to the pager Invite em to the next Dre function as party favors Who said pimpins hard labor? Bendin corners on gold Daytonas, we heated, so beat it However you want it, nah however you need it Bendin corners on gold Daytonas, we heated, so beat it However you want it, nah however you need it Bendin corners on gold Daytonas, we heated, so beat it Hey, oh yeah, oh yeah Better watch out, cause here we come Always, dippin Better watch out, cause here we come Always, dippin Better watch out, cause here we come Always, dippin Better watch out, cause here we come Were always, dippin Better watch out, cause here we come Al-always, dippin, hey Better watch out, cause here we come Were always, were dippin Better watch out, cause here we come In them streets, dippin Better watch out, cause here we come Hittin them corners, dippin Better watch out, cause here we come Bendin corners on gold Daytonas, we heated, so beat it However you want it, nah however you need it Bendin corners on gold Daytonas, we heated, so beat it However you want it, nah however you need it Bendin corners on gold Daytonas, we heated, so beat it However you want it

Damn, this shit sound low than a motherfucker in my earphones Alright, yeah thats it right there nigga As soon as the bass hits your dome Snoop Dogg grabs the chrome and gets in your system Shootin off rhymes like a pistol Fuckin your click off with this blow This ho, that ho make me rich Snoop Dogg please wont you break that biatch Im back in the game gettin my dough And fuck any motherfucker that say it aint so Do it to em, D.O Cause on the real, dog you the hardest nigga we know Im shakin em off, breakin em off Shot him in his face and now they takin him off Heres a shoutout to those with a plot out Fool we should have got out, now you gettin popped out Im not out to diss but to get my chips And smash, pass with cash And blaze the spliff now pass the fifth For real nigga did you hear me? Ya heard You ran up and got served, ha ha Now aint that a trip You need to get up off of that bullshit Cmon Young beast to Fort Greene Dirty or clean, nigga the money is all green Cock it back, ya know me Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap Shit on wasted Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets Dont make a difference Niggas in the hood is still broke and cant fix it , the scene is set And its a million bitch niggas bout to straight get wet I walk em all in the street I cuff they hands and blind they eyes and hog tie they feet , with no remorse nigga cut em down Love the way we shut em down, shit it aint funny now Used to be my buddy pal, nigga wet and bloody now Nigga where your homies now, half them niggas funny style , its bout to get shitty now Doggy bout to get him now cause you better sit him down Nigga what up now, you act like a bitch You bound to get fucked you trick ass snitch , boy we on a rampage Rippin up this damn stage, yeah its still a G thang Slammin doors, slappin hoes Cuz fuck videos, I get a hundred for shows If you aint got the papers I aint got the time to sit and chat about the motherfucking vapors Biatch, dont even trip You need to raise up off of that bullshit Cmon Young beast to Fort Greene Dirty or clean, nigga the money is all green Cock it back, ya know me Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap Shit on wasted Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets Dont make a difference Niggas in the hood is still broke and cant fix it

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 Party jumpin like hydraulics when we start it Aint no stoppin, they be puffin on that chronic On the West Coast We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Dont you wanna ride with me? Dont you wanna ride? People come and ride with me To the West Side 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 Aint no party like a West Coast party Cause a West Coast party dont stop On the West Coast, yeah Havin a party on the West Side Know you wanna ride with me Know you wanna ride

Cause I gon gon pushed em all out the way Yes, yes, yall, so fresh, yall Snoop Dogg with Sasha Banks, we the best, yall Make way for the new, what it do And if you in the way let me say she comin for you Fans up, hands up, in the air, when I say hell you say yeah Hell Hell S-A-S-H-A, how ya do that there Shes a legit boss, but yall knew that Da Big Boss Dogg, yeah I had to do that Thats my family and we so G Bow down to the new champ of WWE Had a dream I had it made and Now theres nothing dragging down me, yeah Cause I gon gon pushed it all out the way Destined to break in I found my way, yeah Now Im made, nobody gonna take it Cause I gon gon pushed em all out the way

Good morning nifnods and stoners I would like to welcome you To Nathaniel L. High School The home of the scholars The home of the impalas And the home of the rottweilers Im your counselors, Warren G Im just; Soaking up this breeze, smoking on some trees Smoking on this weed, this is all I need Smoking on this weed, this is all I need Smoking on this weed, this is all I need I get lifted, I get lifted I get lifted, I get lifted I get lifted, I get lifted I get lifted, I get lifted, hey Overzel me, propel me, propeller, cat pilla Rap healer, dope dealer, grip it back Lick it back now, reseller Exhale, inhaler, feller, Juicys pored Dueces for all you loud mouth bitches who adore I cant play on your field anymore Take it flight, now look at me soar In and out of space with my foot to the floor Higher and higher, I wont retire Halfie don Kaya, Love smokin fire tata like satellite All on the wire Keep it up, speed it up, slow it up Throw it up Your bitch is looking at me cause she probably wanna go with us Its cool with me, hop in, hop in, aint no stopping We keep knocking, rocking Im just; Soaking up this breeze, smoking on some trees Smoking on this weed, this is all I need Smoking on this weed, this is all I need Smoking on this weed, this is all I need I get lifted, I get lifted I get lifted, I get lifted I get lifted, I get lifted I get lifted, I get lifted, hey Dimes, dubs, quarter ounce oz, put it in a zag Let it burn slowly everywhere I am Nigga got blow tree rolling every gram They be like holy smokes, that man no joke Can tell if its that mehh if you dont choke Never gonna quit, every chance Im a toke Zips smelling like the whole plants in my coat For autographs, coming at me with all the names And what I gotta have I got my own shit, and this aint for the little kid This grown shit, having a party at my crib Bring your own bitch, I got 3, so matter of fact you can take one And roll a joint baby girl lets bake one And take this weed and I can show you how to make one, uh Im just; Soaking up this breeze, smoking on some trees Smoking on this weed, this is all I need Smoking on this weed, this is all I need Smoking on this weed, this is all I need I get lifted, I get lifted I get lifted, I get lifted I get lifted, I get lifted I get lifted, I get lifted, hey Im just; Soaking up this breeze, smoking on some trees I blame it on you, you blame it on me, we blame it on trees Smoking on this weed, this is all I need Smoking on this weed, this is all I need Smoking on this weed, this is all I need I blame it on you, you blame it on me, we blame it on trees I get lifted, I get lifted I get lifted, I get lifted I get lifted, I get lifted I get lifted, I get lifted, hey

No, theyre not the new Death Row Because TDE did it completely different than Death Row did it. Death Row did it with a gangster approach. We...we were smashin on niggas, we was fuckin people up. We was..determined to be the hardest, meanest, baddest, coldest, roughest toughest in the game. That was our mission. Uhh..TDE. Rappers. Theyre peaceful, they love, they get down. They got rappers from everywhere and they represent hip-hop and they dont represent negativity and violence. And tryin to mash and disrespect it. So its like, that how Death row came.. We came out disrespectin Eazy E and anyone who had a problem with Dr. Dre. That was our first get down. It was fuck dem niggas up first. Thats not TDE mentality. Their mentality is cool with everybody. Kendrick Lamar flipped out on everybody. Thats that Death Row influence, that may have cause him to backslide and feel a certain way. Which I support fully and his thoughts in what he said...Cause Im from the West Coast, fuck errbody who got a problem with it. But I dont feel like TDE and Death Row are the same thing in any way. I feel like Death Row paved the way for TDE...To do it in their own way... So they can stay around 20 years from now. Can ya dig that?

Yeah, this is Dr. Dre Kickin back, doin what I do best Droppin some shit that makes you wanna bob your head, ha-ha I know ya bobbin your head, cuz I can see it You cant see me But check this out I was talkin to this, um, nigga, the other day And he said Yo Dre, you know female MCs dont blow up that large in the hip hop world And I said ya trick nigga, ya better ask somebody else Cause the Lady of Rage is in the motherfuckin house Can you dig it? Yeah But anyway far and beyond all that bullshit My motherfuckin nigga Snoop Doggy Dogg is in the house And we gon drop some shit Hit 9.2 on the Richter scale, can you dig it? So Snoop, what we want you to do is come in Set off a little freestyle before Rage comes in And lets get this motherfucker jumpin off Can you dig it? Yeah Damn, look what the wind blew in From the depths of the sea Its the S-N-double-O-motherfuckin P In the place to be And this time I came with the homegirl R-A-G-E So let me begin To slowly start to flow but let me grab my cup of gin Then look, the crook, its me Who be the D-O-double to the G I fly through the sky like a dove once again Its Snoop Doggy Dogg -- can I blend, men? Then send more than you need Can I have some bags so I can roll up the weed? I take a glance, in other words a chance I spot myself up on the dance floor taking a dance I got a bitch on my dick, some niggas talking shit But aint no need for me to call my clique Cause DPGC be the clique that the D-O-double G belongs to I wrote a song to the track thats provided by my nigga Dr. Dre Now slowly start to slide into a trance, move around And get hooked, lady, by the sounds of the Pound We got the hits that just dont stop and they dont quit Cause once again, Snoop Dogg is bout to drop some shit, bitch I cant stop, I pop Never flip, I flop Snoop Dogg got the shit that dont stop Rock on with your bad self Its The Lady of Rage at the top of the shelf So push the button and run because Snoop Dogg is on the mic and Im a dope motherfucker Yeah, you best ask somebody About the man with the la di da di I got the shit that makes your body shake Its time for you to stop, pause, and awake Open up your eyes and stay composed Its one nine nine four -- I still dont love hoes I treat them the same -- its like the boom bam Its Snoop Dogg, Im on the mic; can I slam? Yes you can, and you just dont stop Cmon, say what, and you just dont stop Uh, yeah, and you just dont quit Hey yo Rage, could you please drop some gangsta shit 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 kicking up dust so, uh Let me loosen up my bra strap and umm Let me boost you 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, you best believe-a This grand divas running shit with the speed of a cheetah Me the, lyrical murderer Im serving em like two scoops of chocolate Check out how I rock it Im the one thats throwing bolos You better roll a Rolo To find out Im the number one solo The capital R-A -- now kick it to the G-E Im bringing 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 you 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 hitting MCs like Hadouken Aint no doubt about it, Im the undisputed So what you want to 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...boom Boom, bam, Goddamn! Im hitting 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 with the Rage, then tough titty I pity the fool that gets With the lyrical murderer cause my shit is rude You wanna get with the wickedness? With that big-bodied girl thats kicking it Ripping it apart like Jason Youll be chasing a dream like Freddy Are you ready for the cream de la creme? Im steam pressuring those who aint measuring up I keep competitors stuck In the muck with they butt up What, you want to 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? 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? 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 ho But you gotta give credit when credit is due Women back down and bow down To my motherfucking homegirl The Lady of Rage She rocks rough and stuff with the Afro Puffs Handcuffed as she busts And trick biatch, shes guaranteed to tear shit up You know what Im saying?

Make Snoop Dogg And Im chilling With a feelin Drink spilling bout a million Yeah we really getting a billy Chronic getting sky Make it mine VI PI MP behind the clouds Thats where you find me Dress code PIMP mode Four hoes and three blunts Sipping on some tanqueray Modern day Marvin Gaye My aroma is off a stoner I leave your body stuck up in a coma Yeah Im home! DE, Berlin bi de TC Siren sesleri gece Rap mi? Bize meze yüzü beze Elde balta Olduğum semtler şimdi marka Avcı izini sildi karda Ağırlığı verince koptu halka Ses yok, gelemezsin farkına Bize pes yok karaladım bahtıma Artık sil o paraları aklından Yakuza, Massaka katliam Çok rahat mı? Verelim bi yangına Ritm yok şeytanın dansında İsabet ederim alnına Susturucular parkına Hayat, anlattığın her şey yalandı Kaldı bi yankı Hayat önüm kapandı Otomatik silahları camdan Bakış artık değişti Evet Ölülerden canlan! Im a motherfucking G Puffin on that green, got a nigga in the zone If a girl cause a nigga tryna blow She here with me till six in the morn Im a send her back She dont know how to act Dont trust these hoes This a motherfucking fact Says brand new shoes anybody knew It be like that We dont play no games Youre not for the grim Thats a god damn shame Been doing this for years Who knows about my name? Fake this missing But I trust to the gang

Ever falled under pressure Charge a bitch like a Tesla Post a pic but dont disable my location Walk with a limp like a pimp, like I need a hip replacement Stay without a chopper Saucy like sriracha Is you a bluff? Cartier, white buffs This money of mine, cant get it off of my mind Hop off in the front of the line, Im selling them this liquor and wine Not low on paper, a hater, thats what Ill never be Longevity, OG he got the recipe not the flattest UPS me package She asked a player, do I eat booty I told her no but I eat coochie Snort Belushi Smoke lemon cherry pie cookie Lame , talks slick, mouthpiece hella game Heart pump fear Got your own beer Overrated , underrated Biatch! Everybody get choices I choose to get money, Im stuck to this bread Everybody got choices These bitches is choosin, Im all in they head Everybody got choices Keep it one-thou bout the life that I chose Everybody got choices These niggas be hatin, I already know But I never go broke Imma stay gettin money And I aint gotta sell my soul Imma stay gettin money If you broke, you aint like me Imma stay gettin money I give a fuck if you dont like me Imma stay gettin money Follow your lead Pop in my piece Will a nigga go broke Spend a couple mill on dope Fake on a real nigga Spend cake on a pill nigga Tell on them fools Stay down and pay all my dues Cant get caught slippin Eastside, Long Beach, crippin Simp with the bitches Tied in a knot like extensions Soft as a pillow All about that money in the middle Play the role of a killa Looked out for all of my niggas Ever done blow Are you really hard on a hoe Is it hard being a G Am I really who you wanna be Fraternize with the cops Shit, dope by the packs Sold my soul Shoot this pimping, she chose Everybody get choices I choose to get money, Im stuck to this bread Everybody got choices These bitches is choosin, Im all in they head Everybody got choices Keep it one-thou bout the life that I chose Everybody got choices These niggas be hatin, I already know But I never go broke Imma stay gettin money And I aint gotta sell my soul Imma stay gettin money If you broke, you aint like me Imma stay gettin money I give a fuck if you dont like me Imma stay gettin money You in love with a stripper You wanna fuck her you gon tip her You a lame ass nigga You know the money gon get her You tell the hoes that you love em Or you just fuckin til they comin Are you sugar-sugar daddy You know they all want somethin Shawty wanna get married You need at least 10 karats You let a nigga treat you bad He supposed to throw you something automatic Girl, you aint fuck a rapper for nothin Your kinda pussy get you paid These hoes dont do it like you do This style make a hoe wanna go both ways You trust a bitch around your man You know she fuck em when she can You know these hoes aint shit If you dont know youll find out quick You wear another bitch clothes This kid shit, you grown You need a nigga for your bills You pay your shit on your own Everybody get choices I choose to get money, Im stuck to this bread Everybody got choices These bitches is choosin, Im all in they head Everybody got choices Keep it one-thou bout the life that I chose Everybody got choices These niggas be hatin, I already know But I never go broke Imma stay gettin money And I aint gotta sell my soul Imma stay gettin money If you broke, you aint like me Imma stay gettin money I give a fuck if you dont like me Imma stay gettin money

Yeah! Whattup cuz? Snoopie D-O-doub! WestCoast king! Whats up Alchemist? I wanna holla real quick man cause see... Alota these niggas got the game fucked up, man! They dont know man! Its real sad, cause heavy out in those streets man you could loose your like... THAT! You wanna lose your life? {uh-huh!} Play me got a pocket and mah cock it and ya might! Yeah! - You wanna lose your life? Niggas gettin dropped and popped - on the block every night! {hahaaaaa!} Yeah! - You wanna lose your life? {uh!} Money is the key in the street life! Yeah! {yup!} - You wanna lose your life? {nope!} Walkin round gang bangin {uh!} betta keep that thang hangin! {uh!} Yo! - 20 lil missiles in the clip of the .5-7 Im like navigation if you tryna find heaven! You already know Im a rare breed, Sittin on a nice amount of acres and square feet. - Yeah, see! Even the best die respect my Columbian neck tie You just cant pass death by! You can be homie. - Cuhz. - Neutral. God Body. - Neita. - King. - Zulu. One thing about death it aint gonna fool you! No reason to lie for nothing to prove too! Why you still here though the devilll use you Closed casket is how I know the bullets abused you! Even though Im a boss, I like to eat food, too. Spray a nigga block up when Im in the mood, too! Blow a blunt, get a drink whatever soothes you! Cause if it aint, the street the systemll lose you. - Yeah! Omen, listen to the flow let it take you where ya goin Billie jean step over the track till its glowin You thinkin Im the O-N-... ... -E - metaphors are no win! Avalanche P pushed powder till you snowed in No in! Open sesame, unveil the recipe! Cocaine cook-up, Heroin and Ecstasy Got me locked in the Coupe like the Lambos arrestin me! Gun play necessity, Warfare, None spared! Duffel bag money aint all there, we sick em! All mornin victim. - He, who test P just Beggin for the death walk with devilish me Sit back, kick back; knowin that theres none hotter! Graduated from a drug dealers alma mater! Magna cum-lauder, the kitchen Im so Jata You niggas got no worries; Hakuna Matata! Yeah! Who get caught slippin? {Cant hear nothing but the music Im slippin.} A-L-C, Alchemist! Chemical Warfare! {Cant hear nothing but the music Im slippin.}

Alright Im ready Rollin rollin rollin rollin... For life, for life.... Gangsta shit Real smooth, you dig? The big boss dogg Snoop d-o-double-g Cause my lifes worth more than The money that ya live and die for And where Im from my nigga you get shot For sellin out your man when he the reason you got on You know they say, that gangsters dont live that long But how can I be here homes if I wasnt real-ly that strong I proly should be long gone Tell me Tell me, what does it take to be dangerous Everytime I look around, the game steady changin From coast to coast, rearranging Them boys out west, we insist to keep it bangin Ah yeah, we maintaining, burnin up the charts, we spark, now we blazin My young home boy, he amazing The cookie, rookie, shook him and took him And now he famous Couldnt quite picture that, wonder what he fishin at Now ya talkin bout this and that But pass that loc, I dont diss no mo I make number one hits, you know Believe me, I make it look easy You wanna know how to do it, then watch Snoop Deezie Cause my lifes worth more than The money that ya live and die for And where Im from my nigga you get shot For sellin out your man when he the reason you got on You know they say, that gangsters dont live that long But how can I be here homes if I wasnt real-ly that strong I proly should be long gone Tell me Yeah, cuz, the game wont wait up Dismissed all the beef and shook all the haters And took on the new routine Started coaching youth football to go straight clean Like mean Joe Green, I step on the scene They want an autograph and a picture, you know what I mean? I get to em, nigga, dont ask why Im real to my people, thats just how I ride Yeah, since I slid in the do, I been at this Some gangsta mack shit, but I did it with practice Yeah, yeah, yall know I get actin I live to learn, teach to reach my status Top of the charts, have heart, have money To have money, you gotta have heart Cause my lifes worth more than The money that ya live and die for And where Im from my nigga you get shot For sellin out your man when he the reason you got on You know they say, that gangsters dont live that long But how can I be here homes if I wasnt real-ly that strong I proly should be long gone Tell me Its been thirteen years, no pain, no tears Respected by all my peers No matter where Im posted at, my hands stay close to that Ratta da dat dada dadat dadat And as a matter of fact, no beef on the streets No black on black. We gon be all on one track So I fall in ride or get lost in the pack Its like that, fo real, we aint bluffin Right now its West Coast or nothin Ill push that line and in due time Yall gon respect this cause out here, fool, we rhyme Oh, yeah, we bang, but right now it aint time So put away yo nine, an fall in line 2x Cause my lifes worth more than The money that ya live and die for And where Im from my nigga you get shot For sellin out your man when he the reason you got on You know they say, that gangsters dont live that long But how can I be here homes if I wasnt real-ly that strong I proly should be long gone Tell me

Uhh, yeah M-M-M-Maybach Music Hood Billionaire, uhh, yeah My paint wet, my bitch bad Straight mastermind, yo rich ass My cup full, full of that pink shit So shut your fuckin mouth, fuck all that weak shit This double M-G shit double M-G shit She fucked my whole squad, she double M-G bitch Just got that G-Wagon, Im just so innovative We came for the money bags, so fuck your invitations This calls for a celebration, Belaire celebration 60 hoes in the basement, nigga covered all the bases Jabbar gave me a quarter, I sold it on the 1st I took it to my mama, Here, go get what you deserve Mob ties, Genovese Money trains, centerpiece We started at the bottom, until I got a bird I pulled that pussy card, that was all ya heard Haan, haan My whole life been based on that pimp shit No movie, just money, real pimp shit More cities, more bitches, real slick shit My Maybach, it matches my outfit, that pimp shit Keepin my tool, this shit so cool, rule number one, aint no rule Swallow my lines, follow my grind, rich white bitch with a bottle of wine Word to the wise, word to mine, bird to fly, certified Murder eye, Dirty Di, never had black but she heard of mine D-O-dub, I done it all, 20 years I bang and ball 9-1, I had a Lexus nigga, ate seafood for breakfast nigga Caught a few cases in Texas nigga, do kush-ups til my chest get bigger I press a nigga til I get it all, real shit bitch I really do ball I am the West to yall, taught yall how to invest and ball Best of all, took it on the chest for yall, thats why I get more than the rest of yall Its bad enough I entertain, add it up, gang bang Gat em up, slang cane, bag it up, same thang My whole life been based on that pimp shit No movie, just money, real pimp shit More cities, more bitches, real slick shit My Maybach, it matches my outfit, that pimp shit Titty one, titty two See these are essentials, essentially speakin quintessentials I bang and ball, I does it all, I smoke with all my dawgs I bang and ball, I does it all, I smoke with all my dawgs My paint wet, my feet chrome Fuck boys hate, but they sing along The real niggas admire, success makes you inspire Nigga came from the jects, I just hired a pilot Bitches feeding me fruit, no longer watch for...

Drinking my cup, gas in my blood These girls keep on meet me but I think they wanna fuck Pocket for the money, R b&b Never been this close to a again turn it up and let it bang Baby lookin at me like she wanna be my fan But can you smoke? Heals toes? And say she like to fuck with gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Say she like to fuck with gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta No, I get her what she needs Heres some tangled break teen and some Snoop Dogg weed Now we feel the goodest heal, tell me what Im posed to do If you was me and I was you, you would hit that Cucu juice I aint never have a clue, I aint told, Eva who? Shes hole, we da Roll the clone, diva Sittin on the sofa But the smoke is doper Naturally, my family wont like Cosa Nostra Hol up Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Say she like to fuck with gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

With so much drama in L-B-C Its kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G But I, I somehow, some way Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day And can I kick a little something for the Gs And make a few friends as I breeze through Dont you know its two in the mornin And the partys still jumpin Cause my momma aint home I got bitches in the living room gettin me horny They aint leavin til six in the mornin So, what you wanna do I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But we dont love them whores And we gonna smoke a ounce to that Gs up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to this And Ill be Rollin down the street, smokin indo Sippin on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money and my money on my mind Rollin down the street, smokin indo Sippin on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money and my money on my mind, yall I got me some Seagrams gin Everybody got their cup but they aint chipped in You know, this type of shit happens all the time You gotta get yours before I get mine Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G Hes got the cultivatin music that be captivatin me But, who hears the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street I started mackin with this bitch named Sadie You know, she used to be the homeboys lady Dont you know its eighty degrees When I tell that bitch please Raise up off these N-U-Ts Cause you gets none of these at ease As I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze And Ill be Rollin down the street, smokin indo Sippin on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money and my money on my mind Rollin down the street, smokin indo Sippin on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money and my money on my mind So later on that day My homie Dr. Dre He came by with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat-ass J Of some bubonic chronic You know it made me choke, it aint no joke I had to back up off of it, set my cup of gin down Dont you know Tanqueray and chronic, well, Im fucked up now But it aint no stoppin Im still poppin Dr. Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton To serve me; not with a cherry on top ‘Cause when I bust my nut, you know Im raisin up off the cot But dont get upset, girl, thats just how it goes I dont love you hoes, thats why Im out the door, and Ill be Rollin down the street, smokin indo Sippin on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money and my money on my mind Rollin down the street, smokin indo Sippin on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money and my money on my mind Rollin down the street, smokin indo Sippin on gin and juice bi-atch Rollin down the street, smokin indo Sippin on gin and juice

Wake up, wake up Get up, get up Wake up, wake up Oh baby, now, lets get down tonight Ooh, ooh, uh Its some sexy shit right here baby you know? Yeah, uh Cause when I get that feeling, ooh Ima have to talk to em on this one, uh, okay I can tell you, darling, come take control Of my body and mind, just grab a hold I need some loving I need some loving I need some loving I need some loving Look here, bitches come and bitches go Got еm flying in from L.A. to Y-O Kinda surprised when you was knocking at thе door Cause I aint even know you was gone Im like, Where the fuckd you go? What was that? Do I miss you? Do you want me to? Ima say yes, it must be what you want me to do With them bullshit questions, ignorant suggestions You dont give a nigga the impression that you wanna see me stressin You about to learn a lesson, get on some new shit like One more fuckin headache, Ima get me a new bitch who care Relax, boo-boo, keep shit moving Cause what you see in the mirror is what I dont mind losing Cause when I get that feeling, ooh I can tell you, darling, come take control Of my body and mind, just grab a hold I need some loving I need some loving I need some loving I need some loving Lovey-dovey, you love me, love me, youre thinking of me I put my dick on your back, see, aint no sleeping on me Block-block, knock-knock, it dont stop I lift your shirt up, skirt up and make your ass drop On all fours, red wine with a blue rose Shit cool, a Pitbull with a red nose Man, its so hectic I slip out and slip back in to redirect it, connect it From the hip to the dip She say she wanna fuck with a Crip like Nip so I dip Yeah, I bark and I bail And get back into the ocean like a shark or a whale, dont tell Cause when I get that feeling, ooh I can tell you, darling, come take control Of my body and mind, just grab a hold I need some loving I need some loving I need some loving I need some loving What you hate about me is what you love about me Worship the ground I walk on, dont give a fuck about me Playing with my heart, man, thats a dangerous game Put this dick up in your stomach, have you saying my name Have you like nothing gon stop me Ill gorilla-fuck that ass, leave the pussy sloppy Sucker for love, not me, I aint that nigga Send you back to your baby father, hatin that nigga He like, Why you always mad? You know why Because he’s not me, you know I Would never be that nigga thats home watching the kids While my wife was in the street sucking another nigga dick, damn Cause when I get that feeling, ooh I can tell you, darling, come take control Of my body and mind, just grab a hold I need some loving I need some loving I need some loving I need some loving Man, thats when you come in and Wake her up with the dick, hahaha You dont say a motherfuckin word Just slide in the bed and wake her up with the dick Get up, boo-boo Get up, boo-boo haha Get up! X, baby! You know what it is

Midnight love Midnight love Midnight love Midnight love Midnight love Troubles plots on thee mind Midnight love Leave your back door open Midnight love Just have it ready for me Back door little druggies callin for you Im makin things happen fast Aint no need to wait around for what never seems to come along Face lookin stupid, broke, startin feelin dumb Im young but Im a grown man Takin thangs into my own hands, Im tryin to own land But life a twist ya like a twister, get twisted with this It seems on but its off, I keep missin this shit Im high but I try, to stay focused wide eyed Lookin dead at the chips, I blink they dip Its hard to hang on, but I cant let go Smokin on my last breath Blow out life whats left is death Now I can go wrong or I can G or make a right Whatever way that I turn, its still death after life And if it dont discourage me, I aint got nuthin to lose But some punks that probably never turn the money to burn But I learn cuz I see, and I earn cuz I G But, these problems probably havin niggas prayin to see At an early age so at an early stage in life I chose to get my shit tight, ya gotta struggle and fight It cost an arm and a leg, just to live on your knees And Im tryin to keep my sanity, God help me please Midnight love Troubles plots on thee mind Midnight love Leave your back door open Midnight love Just have it ready for me Back door little druggies callin for you Mischievous and devious is how my life was Puttin the serve down for cabbage, just to keep the cluckers buzzed Some of the money makin muthafuckaz from the other side Was thinkin about a jack move, tryin to whoo-ride Gettin jealous cuz my niggas got this rap game sold up Them niggas wanna trip, they got blown up Blown up or not you can still get shot You dont never play a muthafucka out for his knot Rule number one, pay attention to this shit Dont be fuckin wit my niggas on the midnight shift, Shit He kept, gettin it on, to the break of dawn Now hes known, for servin more than an oz. so Hes got a 187 on his muthafuckin chest A strap in his lap and a bulletproof vest Hes lookin for them niggas from the night before 12:01 he layin low, all in a nigga back do Midnight love Troubles plots on thee mind Midnight love Leave your back door open Midnight love Just have it ready for me Back door little druggies callin for you Now its all about the dollars, Impalas that bounce Havin cars and bitches, havin a proper amount Quarter million chillin Robbin banks and many mo Some life and darkness We all get it started, coldhearted Get around, my life wont change for the good It seems soon I walk out the door, Im called by the hood Daz, would you come and ride for me? Ayo Daz, you da soldier would you die for me? The hood traditions got a lot of niggas killed for dumb shit The OGs think they run shit, the youngsters control shit Every midnight I be loaded, high as a kite Be siding with the drama when the dogg fight, street fight And a lot a mob puttin on mo Problems get solved, but revolved with ammo and a fo-fo But sure I did the record blast five times 254 sentence to jail time Midnight love Ive been walkin the street Midnight love I put my life on the line Midnight love Cuz Ive just gotta be me Midnight love Midnight love Troubles plots on thee mind Midnight love Leave your back door open Midnight love Just have it ready for me Back door little druggies callin for you

Big Von, you the only one with this big bruh Its the remix! Eyo Fabby Davis, what it do? This your uncle Snoop, D.O. double G Oh yeah, this the G-mix We wheelin this, feelin this Yeah you know, dealin this Back at you, one more time, we feelin this Mac Dre RIP, yes sir Still feelin it, this the remix You really did it, Fabby Davis, yes we need this Oh my God, hallelujah, thank Jesus The yellow bus is comin back, paraplegic Asleep like Bank, cutthroat like Dubee Mac like Mall, Miami in a movie Like Kilo Im curt n like J-Diggs Im herc Free D-Con and Dant, real Crest-siders to give it up from where the cuddie was from Cause S.T.U.P. is how he come Crestside show me love like I was one of them Hyphy and never doubt, we still goin dumb Its that bagoofie, Im saucy and Gucci Shaboomalaboopie, do the Funky Watusi G-Eazy and Suzy, and that sounds so soothing Keak da Sneak, Ezale, and Uncle Snoopy Now can I get a YEE, for who Im in the building with? All my bruh bruhs that jumped on the remix Who Im in the building with Still feelin it, hyphy on a remix! As a baby I swore I was chosen Now I gas every song and I goes in Youll never make it here is what they told him In 06 I had a mouth full of gold in I failed every classed, just passed P.E My favorite teacher was a Mac Dre CD Was goin dumb, they thought it was ADD A worldwide star now, yeah they see me I put The Bay on my back Rest in peace to The Jack I dont ever stop workin bitch, I stay on attack Five times platinum what it say on my plaque How you hatin on me bitch, you stay on my sack I bring The Bay with me everywhere I go I opened up more doors than a sideshow Im off some heem in the scrape, we dont drive slow In the 5-1-0 lookin out for Five-O Now can I get a YEE, for who Im in the building with? All my bruh bruhs that jumped on the remix Who Im in the building with Still feelin it, hyphy on a remix! If Mac Dre was still alive, I wouldve signed with Thizz Im a Sic Wid It hoggy, see the icy pig? I did the oracle with Drake, I had to show em gigs Im always on a bitch back like long weave Dumb baby mama had me at the sideshow Yerk left, yerk right, shake the Five-0 Still feelin it, like back at 05 bro Im hella psycho, I can make a dyke go Skinny nigga, giggin with no shirt I smoke dope purp Pants start fallin off a nigga, we dont do the Jerk You was never on the front line at the hyphy movement Im childish, I hop on the bart then go stupid Baydestrians droolin, goofy Shoutout to Droop-E, my eyes hella droopy Its the Mac in me, Dre died and came back to me I got the remedy, bitch! Now can I get a YEE, for who Im in the building with? All my bruh bruhs that jumped on the remix Who Im in the building with Still feelin it, hyphy on a remix! Rock it, nigga dont try it before you knock it Crop it, running with our gang you outta pocket Drop it, crazy from The Bay, nothin but hot shit Stop it, if you think youre gonna make a profit Out comin out we come, off tree and the ??? In the way I jump you motha fucks like speed bumps No break, all gassin it Still comin with classic shit And Im one of the few from my era that lasted bitch Thrashing shit, whatever get in my way Mob in peace to the J-A-C-K Thizz in peace to the Mac D-R-E And eaks still in the building nigga somethin like YEE Word to F-A-B, shout out to cutt Kilo Curt Either rappin, making it happen or Im puttin in work I still hit where it hurts Im trying to knock somethin off On some mob shit, CEO Now can I get a YEE, for who Im in the building with? All my bruh bruhs that jumped on the remix Who Im in the building with Still feelin it, hyphy on a remix! I turned my Toyota to a scraper now Im making love to the game and I cant pull out Shaking my dreads in the corporate party They aint know a nigga balled like the old Steve Harvey Way back in 06 old school junior prom whole place went crazy when the Mac came on Big bruh Mr. Fab Im still feeling it Me and P-Lo go dumb at cotillions From The Rich, thats the home of the hotheads Im a legend I aint gotta say what I did I got bread and i got dreads I tell my baby I like my top real sloppy Takin pictures every time i go shopping Middle finger to them boys who try to knock me, yeah But aint nothing changed but the year bro Clutch like pierce with no rings in my earlobe Now can I get a YEE, for who Im in the building with? All my brothers that jumped on the remix Who Im in the building with Still feelin it, hyphy on a remix! Oh, uh-oh Is you feelin it? Cause the drink you just hit, got a pill in it So appealing how I appeal, I make her feel I drive bitches crazy with suspended ills I aint slap, yet I sweat the sauce What she dont know, Im so so, Im cuttin her off I had to let her go on some weak shit And kept her partner on the low like a sneak gift Took a trip to The Bay Came back with a motherfucking Mac Dre Killin it, feelin it See Im back on my G-shit, LBC shit Its drivin you seasick, in a lane Home of the gang bang From the Bay to LA, its the same slang Mac Dre all day, Rest in peace man

Im tired of that punk shit Where niggas claim to done, where they from and who run shit I bang it to the tip-top Cant stop, wont stop, droppin gangbang hit rocks To the last drip-drop To the, tick tock to the blocks niggas rip Glocks Im knowin that this shit hot This your first introduction to this motherfuckin crip hop Its time to research the documents and pull some files And put it down with this gangsta style Cause I be seein niggas bein more aggressive now After peace treaty meetings and the weapons down Sport Chucks member once it was Nikes and sandals To me its unlikely that youre sheisty and skanless To manage this dramaticness I call my rep Every step stay on deck keepin bustaz in check Certified murder guide through the streets of death Where the sleep ya slip soon as ya weakness met From that real killer deal get ya steal and mash Niggas have done did when the steelll blast Pockets filled with cash, fuck a Benz or Jag Lookin rough in a bucket, tuckin tens and Macs Dip roam, chip phones, flip and clock Lick shots at the cops and control your block Keep it true with the crew from the old to new Ride providin em with guidance like your sposed to do Notice who, participatin all the activity Thats how we livin G, strictly killer tendencies So death to all my enemies And to the homies who rest in peace, a dub bag and Hennessy These weak niggas killin me With their proclivity to even proclimate that they as real as me Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip Talk shit and Imma bust yo lip Im gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six Hummer In D.C., fuckin with a breezy, easy See we see all we can see G.R. we can G, the Eastside family Coherent, cohesive, the co-pilot On this Eastside shit cuz, Im co-signin On the East fuck peace we ridin violent Fuck where you been its all about where I been Sirens, gunshots, flood Glocks get popped When they all try to knock knock knock Who is it - visit the papers, the streets and the labels We got the hottest shit burnin on the turntables I wont deny ya, Im a straight rider And you dont wanna fuck with me C.. R.. I.. P.. cause thats all we G Im from Rollin, 20, Gangsta Crip And Imma tell you how the shit gon C Now if I wasnt rappin motherfucker yall be starvin On my nuts without bucks like Marvin You cant sleep, you cant eat, look who starvin Written bill paid but still gotta be a slave Flip your own money, make your own proper Get yo own heat, in case some niggas try to stop ya Be a boss hog about your money, float loc And trust no one, anybody can get smoke smoked Like a fat-ass blunt, of that bomb shit Have a babysitter set that ass up for chip Chips Ahoy! Niggas ran in with toys If you didnt see em its the Eastside boys We be mobbin, like a motherfuckin cut Dirty dealt, lil sag, lil jay, lil Chuck Two times, trey times on yo motherfuckin ass Keep it O.G. nigga, rewind and pass Its just another day and forty dozen, niggas strugglin Is you hustlin, do you relate to drug smugglin? If so, grab a nine and start to trip But remember, dont let nobody punk you out yo grip nigga Dogg Pound groovin, Eastside is the greatest And other guys cant fade us Cause were the hardest in the town and duces, never could be faded And all you suckers hate it Ohh crip is goin down And baby have no doubt, we gonna turn it out And thats on Eastside L.B.C And were the best, we rockin coast to coast And we be blowin dope, and baby thats the shit Im talkin real shit to ya baby Duces n trayz bangin Im talkin real shit to ya baby Duces n trayz, bangin bangin bangin bangin Oooh! Yeah, that Eastsider shit What yall know about this here Im tal..king.. crip shit Im.. tal..king.. crip shit Im talking crip shit to you baby Eastside.. ahh! Eastside, Eastside Ahh.. Eastside, Eastside! Uhh, ahh.. Eastside, Eastside

Hitmaka Right Now Sound Oh Oh-oh-oh, you know what I wanna do Tryna take you over the moon I just want a sip of the juice, yeah Oh-oh-oh you know what I wanna do Tryna take you over the moon I just want a sip of the juice, yeah, yeah Haha, its up, babe, perfect timing Uh, shawty body like a wine glass Five-foot-three with your fine ass Yeah, you get better as the time pass One-four-three, you done locked it up Pull them panties to the sidе, had to mop it up Tell your lame ex-nigga hе aint stoppin us Double Cs, Louis V, had to cop you some Cullinan Rolls Girl, youre drop-dead in a drop head Whatever to get you alone Can you say my name like its a topic? Oh-oh-oh you know what I wanna do Tryna take you over the moon I just want a sip of the juice, yeah Oh-oh-oh you know what I wanna do Tryna take you over the moon I just want a sip of the juice, yeah, yeah Soon as I open my mouth, they know Im from Atlanta Where every nigga got a Phantom, a Audemars and extendos on they hammers Stay way from paparazzi cameras Im old-school, Im a dope boy, baby, I aint never been a scammer Raise my antenna smooth like a clear dude Two hundred thousand for a bag full of residue Me tuck my tail? I aint gon never do Just better know my youngins aint gon hesitate when I let ‘em loose But that aint got nothin to do with what Im tellin you Take my number, make me make myself available Ill take you somewhere off the grid, be untraceable Introduce you to a vibe, irreplaceable, King Oh-oh-oh you know what I wanna do Tryna take you over the moon I just want a sip of the juice, yeah Oh-oh-oh you know what I wanna do Tryna take you over the moon I just want a sip of the juice, yeah, yeah I know you probably never gon see like You never had a nigga from the hood with that D like California, baby, so you know just what we like Walk that, talk that, nigga, that G life Trunk full of gas usually in my backpack Run up on that dawg and I rat-tat-tat-tat-tat Seven deuce Caprice, the paint jobs a beast Cruisin through the city with your mama or your niece On the Eastside, we ride the most, pick-and-roll Then we slide to post, stay fly but grab a toast You better recognize Jeremih and T.I., we collectivize Rectify, outstanding Premeditated, never reprimanded In the mask lookin like a bandit Jettin in my jet to another planet, thats how I planned it Off we go, cause you got what I want So Im givin you what you need So stop playin with me get in with a boss And buckle up cause we about to take off, yessir Oh-oh-oh you know what I wanna do Tryna take you over the moon I just want a sip of the juice, yeah Oh-oh-oh you know what I wanna do Tryna take you over the moon I just want a sip of the juice, yeah, yeah

Hey! Thank all yall for coming out tonight It was a beautiful night tonight at The Shizznit Where pimping aint dead, these hoes just scared Thanks Snoop Dogg, Ludacris, all the players from the LBC It was a beautiful night tonight Oh, look at these fools, Ay! Security! Come get these niggas! + Fresh off the streets, just finished a show in Long Beach Ready to relax, kick up my feet Maybe smoke a blunt or two, thats what I wanna do Broke out and called up the homeboy Snoop Oh, nothing just called, looking for some women how can fondle my balls (Well you hit the right dogg, I can help you with that Gimme 15 minutes, and Ill hit you rite back) Off to the hotel, I was ready indeed Slapped the button in the llac to control the speed Put one up in the air, the cops just stared Waved my hands out the roof like I just aint care Got to the tele and I slid through the door On to the elevator, hit the penthouse floor And what would happen next only time could tell Cuz I got up to my room, and I was mad as hell Who let these hoes in my room? Who let these hoes in my room? Who let these hoes in my room? Who let these hoes in my room? Who let these hoes in my room? Now it was five bap hoes and they look like trash But one was midget, so well just say four and a half I was stuck speechless, couldnt believe my eyes Whatd I do to deserve this unpleasant surprise? And I was thinking to myself, This is just my luck Then my nigga bust in like What the fuck!? + Who in the hell let them booger bears out they cell And what they doing in ya room? Nigga make em bail Got some fine bitches, dime bitches on they way And told security, Let em in, with no delay So when they get here, theyll probably be like half naked Dont mean to trip out, but bitch yall got to dip out Catch the elevator up one floor Presidential with the sliding key for the door What the fuck going on? Shit, all around the world Luda, then its the same song Them bitches was so ugly, I told em to go home Who let these hoes in my room? Who let these hoes in my room? Who let these hoes in my room? Who let these hoes in my room? + Now, these chicks wouldnt leave, they was ready to clown One was 56 and weighed three hundred pounds (No she didnt come through with a thong on She did for the hell of it, big fat whale of it) You cant separate me, Imma separate you Bitch ya pussy smell like Pepe Le Pew (You filthy, nasty, sick in the head Sitting in my dressing room with dick on ya bread) She said I want you to climb in this underwear, silly But I was turned off by her tupperware titties (Fake bitches, break bitches, make bitches Kick rocks, when they fucked up in they face Tick-tock, you gots to get up out my space Hey Ludacris lets get the fuck up out this place, lets bounce) Then it got to my head, and something reminded me I know who let em in, it was Bill OReilly Who let these hoes in my room? Who let these hoes in my room? Who let these hoes in my room? Who let these hoes in my room? Ay, ay yall gotta go Yall gotta get the fuck up outta here, ugly ass bitches I dont understand how these bitches always get in my dressing room You know what Im sayin? Soon as I get off stage Its 7 or 8 ugly ass bitches posted up in my dressing room And security act like they dont know who did it I know you feel what Im sayin, all my nigga around the whole world We need to form a society or something Fat, gorilla, monkey mouth bitches Cant get in our motherfucking dressing room or backstage And if they do, we kindly put our foot up their asses And re-direct them bitches to security dressing room, you dig? Sick of these ugly ass bitches being my dressing room

Get it, get it Hit the club Theyre trying to beat you down They want you on the ground They leave you lying at the door Dont make a sound No one will notice them They turn and laugh again They make you Make from us is till nobody noticed them Just when you think its all over Know whom realizes what youre gonna do Every shot fired from execution So what, what have you got to lose We got nothing to lose so baby baby Lets go for it Go for it We got nothing to lose so baby baby Lets go for it Go for it You gotta reach for the sky Aint no problems to hide Go for it No were not gonna stop Until we reach the top Go for it, go for it Well mines the tallest shoe Set to abolish you And youll get beaten till they become bad news So yeah this again They match your name with shame They go and laugh at you yet nobody knows their name Now and again I feel beaten Dont have the strength to carry on It comes down to love and devotion A fight faced its something that I cannot lose We got nothing to lose so baby baby Lets go for it Go for it We got nothing to lose so baby baby Lets go for it Go for it I first step into the club And start tearing it up Go for it Dont get me out on the floor Ill make you beg for some more Go for it, go for it Kitty kitty Im about to finish it and lie with it Hit the club I said this girl, show me love Kitty kitty Im about to finish it and lie with it Hit the club I said this girl, show me love Kitty kitty Cause all I want you to do is work Too much in that skirt All she gonna do is twerk All I wanna do is party Ive been drinking in my cup There is kush in my lungs roll at us Cause if it is let me tell you from the jump Give it up We gon blaze, we gon blaze Go for it Yeah, I gotta go for one Go for it Go for it Kitty kitty All she gonna do is twerk Hit the club Tear it up Kitty kitty All she gonna do is twerk Hit the club Tell em Go for it

You know the voice, you know the name nigga DJ Holiday, Commission god, mixtape king, whatever you want to call me nigga Just dont call me broke, I made a million off verbs and nouns Yall know what the fuck man this nigga gon do when he get back All red Bentley with the shoes, what you lil boys got to prove Jimmy Choo belt bag and boots, and my glasses Jimmy Choo Yall young boys yall better move, Gucci Mane got shooters too Crayons how my diamonds do, and Im sittin on 22s Smokin like Snoop Lion, Im not lyin, man we fuck with Snoop Higher than a giant, Im not lyin, Pee Wee past the booth I treat this dough like food, I hula-hoop producer cut the soup I got mad at the world so I said fuck the world and fuck the room I cross the country, Jamal Crawford cross you over alley-oop A private plane with Gucci Mane, these hoes high as the altitude RIP to Eazy-E cause them boys was my favorite crew RIP to Pimp C, cause UGK still my favorite group Hi my name is Gucci, AKA its Big Guwop Im a heavy drinker, yeah I drink codeine a lot Im a heavy smoker, yeah I pile green a lot Yeah I like to gamble, I be out in Liv a lot I just wanna ball, I be in the mall a lot I just wanna stunt, I just killed the parking lot Ball, ballin, ball, I just wanna stunt a lot I just kept the mall, I shed down the parking lot Mack a hoe and turn her out, work her from the parking lot Give her all she ever need, I see you around the clock Never let her tell me no, keep her on that main track Baby got that bang bang, My nigga Gucci Mane back Makin money, talkin shit, is all a nigga wanna do Plenty bitches in the club, waitin to see what Ima do Roll it up, and pour it out, drink that shit until it fall Dont matter, smoke shatter, blowin money at the mall Cake batter, hundred stacks We just making flapjacks If we blow it all, dont matter my nigga We gon make that shit right back Floatin like a submarine Flying like a G6 Gucci called the Lion, cause he know I keep that G-shit Hi my name is Gucci, AKA its Big Guwop Im a heavy drinker, yeah I drink codeine a lot Im a heavy smoker, yeah I pile green a lot Yeah I like to gamble, I be out in Liv a lot I just wanna ball, I be in the mall a lot I just wanna stunt, I just killed the parking lot Ball, ball, ball, I just wanna stunt a lot I just kept the mall, I shed down the parking lot Thank yall for comin out, god bless Good night, DJ Holiday Guwap I know you missed this shit I appreciate each and everyone of yall for ridin with the team, nigga We gone live forever, Zone 6 forever nigga, East Atlanta forever My nigga Guwop is a god nigga, and Im a king We kill em

Bellek track De Paname on est venu sur la West Coast, tous avec Lacrim Avec Snoop Dogg, appelle tes potes, oh oui, la weed est très forte Anybody feeling good let me know now We feel good Snoop Dogg Bellek, Lacrim, juice and my gin And we gon do this again En double file, un joint dweed, jfais cque je veux Jsuis avec Snoop, L.A, oh le rebeu, jbrûle tout cte nuit Passe le salam à tous mes ennemis, jvous aime ma vie Pas dinnocent, une liasse de cent, une flaque de sang, le GP800 Roule à 200, et très puissant, jle ressens, je suis dans ton cœur, taimes pas les menteurs En Range, je roule dans L.A, jmets de lessence tous les huit heures Jsuis dans G.T.A, elle est mignonne, regarde le cul quelle a Plata Plomo, jamais en chien dargent Jmonte dans la Ferrari, jarrive sur les Champs, jsuis chiant De Paname on est venu sur la West Coast, tous avec Lacrim Avec Snoop Dogg, appelle tes potes, oh oui, la weed est très forte Anybody feeling good let me know now We feel good Snoop Dogg Bellek, Lacrim, juice and my gin And we gon do this again All about my bread you can catch me outside Banging with the thugs and the riders who ride Known for the crown and the zones that I blown Leaning like the Eiffel Tower, drippin sunflowers White BMW, bringing trouble too Anybody that know me would a real G Bring your bitch to me egotistically She wants to get worked out mentally, physically Im holding a four-fifth top down, banging my own shit Letting my hair whip And you can tell its the indo smoke From the depths of the sea Nigga this West Coast De Paname on est venu sur la West Coast, tous avec Lacrim Avec Snoop Dogg, appelle tes potes, oh oui, la weed est très forte Anybody feeling good let me know now We feel good Snoop Dogg Bellek, Lacrim, juice and my gin And we gon do this again

And once it all dissolves And it mixes with the music And it makes you wanna do it In a way you never knew it And once it all dissolves And it mixes with the music And it makes you wanna do it In a way you never knew it Pass the dutchie to the left Like it is 4/20 Pass the dutchie to the right Like it is 4/20 Pass the dutchie to the left Like it is 4/20 Pass the dutchie to the right Like it is 4/20 Pass the dutchie to the left Come aboard the friendly skies and let it go Heres my metaphor You so edible Lemme know for sure, you squint your eyes and let it go You already know Its that edible, girl And once it all dissolves And it mixes with the music And it makes you wanna do it In a way you never knew it And once it all dissolves And it mixes with the music And it makes you wanna do it In a way you never knew it Pass the dutchie to the left Like it is 4/20 Pass the dutchie to the right Like it is 4/20 Pass the dutchie to the left Like it is 4/20 Pass the dutchie to the right Like it is 4/20 Pass the dutchie to the left Come along to the friendly skies and enjoy the ride It makes the music life To get that body high girl Come along to the friendly skys youd be occupied Off the point of your mind Without you feeling inside And once it all dissolves And it mixes with the music And it makes you wanna do it In a way you never knew it And once it all dissolves And it mixes with the music And it makes you wanna do it In a way you never knew it Badabang badabang Got a chain you can see through Graduated to a Range from a Regal Hit the club and I leave with it 82 Thats the difference between me and you Just how we do it, Remy straight to the head and you chase yours On a worldwide tour me and Skateboard Ate more bitches in the lobby on the molly Pretty sexy yet exotic fill em all in my Ferrari yep I’ll probably be menage in before I put the car in parkin Got em running upstairs got em coming in pairs May I relieve you of your jacket can I touch you there She took off her underwear, it aint no hair under there I solemnly swear, I will not share This game with a lame, let him learn for himself I dont owe a nigga shit, better earn for himself Quit tripping on me, be concerned with yourself And once it all dissolves And it mixes with the music And it makes you wanna do it In a way you never knew it And once it all dissolves And it mixes with the music And it makes you wanna do it In a way you never knew it Pass the dutchie to the left Like it is 4/20 Pass the dutchie to the right Like it is 4/20 Pass the dutchie to the left Like it is 4/20 Pass the dutchie to the right Like it is 4/20 Pass the dutchie to the left Like it is 4/20 Pass the dutchie to the right Like it is 4/20 Pass the dutchie to the left Like it is 4/20 Pass the dutchie to the right Like it is 4/

Yeah Yeah, what it do nephew Its YA crippin cousin Big Snoop D O double G Oh yeah west west yall We way over here in Italy man Cud U Say That Man? Italia Man? You know what Im talkin bout My nigga coolio out there doing real big We Blowin On Some Of That Shit Oh yeah Compton and Long Beach together Now You know we in trouble Kit kat, kick back homie dont you sit back And hype when the sound start To click like a click-clack Only nigga trippin lil homie where ya shit at You rap dont got no respectance Time to go get that So lift that point that aim wheres his dome at Show these punk niggas how we do where we roam at Roll that, roll that TVs on the Roll back caddies start to cap Twenty niggas in the throwback Get back you cant win that Dont pretend that, you aint got no chance Put these balls where ya chin at Spit heat, get cheese Thats how we move that Who that move that nigga where ya crew at You betta get ya money nigga Stack some chips For the time of days aint sunny nigga I hope ya mouth aint runny nigga If it is, ya body gon hop like bunny nigga We got the gangsta walk Gangsta talk, gangsta way We got the gangsta way gangsta say We got the gangsta walk Gangsta talk, gangsta way We got the gangsta way gangsta say Said that, dawg where the drink at Set bak in the lac, kick back sit back toast to the big man Yeah cause you did that 100000 rappas in line ready to spit raps What fuck y not, everyone want ma spot so i guesse i gotta drop it like its hawt, aint nottin to it to do it like dun diddy West coast general nigga, im cold niddy, u niggas, wanna g like, u think that u can b like let me show u motha fuckas what it see like See we like to ... an put outta town niggas outta war shows Now as far as the war goes, if u got beef wit me everyone catchin bullet holes this aint no mutha fuckin movie script , this the life of a gangsta crip ya punk bitch! We got the gangsta walk Gangsta talk, gangsta way We got the gangsta way gangsta say We got the gangsta walk Gangsta talk, gangsta way We got the gangsta way gangsta say I walk the walk i talk the talk hey Yous a bitch that aint ma falt Look i lit the match i struck the spark That heated the grease that fired the marks that Grinds the chalk You chicken shit niggas its time to sqwak Its sum indiscrepencies bout the bullshit ya brought The rhyms ya thought were dope were sure U been judged been found one now u been cought Call me gangsta call me killa, call me rilla nigga u can call me old man riva Cause u goin str8 to the bottom i shot im they rottin they new concrete boots still replacin dem cottons Who the fuck u think i am you think i ran, im the man And i am. still humble tennas an flaggin bandanas Type down on a whip with heat like dantana We got the gangsta walk Gangsta talk, gangsta way We got the gangsta way gangsta say We got the gangsta walk Gangsta talk, gangsta way We got the gangsta way gangsta say I thought i told u man, this west coast gangsta shiot is international man If u dont no u wont no man, throw sum real spit on sum real shit I mean thats when u dun took ur game to another level Now all ma niggas on the east side i aint forgott bout yall yano u cant spell the west without the ES Battle K in the house i see you ma nogga, gangsta up in this bitch

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh The revolution will be televised The revolution Just Blaze Oh-oh-oh-oh This is serious business Dududududu The revolution, oh, oh Will be televised, will be televised The revolution, oh, oh Will be televised Sitting back watching, but Im so unstable I been an OG since I was rockin in the cradle Yall dont know that my bite is so fatal Kick a fool down like the homie with the 8-0 Ayy though, nigga dont play though With the K though, like the spray though Sculpted left hand full of clay dough Split him in the middle cut him up like a potato Oh, leave em on the sideline, bleeding cause he tried mine We loot til the boot out Me and my brother, we was caught up in a shootout Had to handle, pigs on a nigga, four days Eight laws of power, eighty-five ways TEC-9s with a couple 45s And the revolution will be televised The revolution, oh, oh Will be televised, will be televised The revolution, oh, oh Will be televised This aint the local pass cash with the bra fast views This shit will be viewed on your broadcast news Why did I do it? My momma is on the call Shot three lil pigs and now my back against the wall Nowhere to turn and nowhere to go My blood is burnin Im about to blow Huey, Malcolm and Martin, those are my peers They been doin niggas like this for over hundreds of years Poppin us, fear, now its time for us to clap back But this time we gon bust, step the fuck back We aint runnin, we shootin and lookin forward Anybody, somebody, everybody on the floor They just surrounded my place Hold the court in the streets so I can win my case TEC-9s with a couple 45s And the revolution will be televised The revolution, oh, oh Will be televised, will be televised The revolution, oh, oh Will be televised The revolution-lution-lution-lution The revolution-lution-lution-lution Will be televised Oh, oh, oh, oh The revolution-lution-lution-lution Oh, la-la-la-la-da-da-da The revolution, oh, oh Will be televised, will be televised The revolution, oh, oh, na, na, na, na, na Will be televised

As the wheels turn city to city, hundred-spoke Chronic smoke, twist up another Phillie Really? Its a whole nother day Snoop Dogg Nigga can ya feel this? If you caught up in these fuckin streets Yeah, and if that shits gettin ugly I came to get in that ass, Bigg Di-Dogg, push the big hid-ogg Youre hoppin and poppin, how bout you hop up off my bid-alls Got dirt on my pid-aws, I broke a few lid-aws It really dont matter cause Im only here to spit on And get on and shit on niggas Do it to em D-O-double, right on nigga Im saggin it, baggin it, slangin dubs You motherfuckers think The Wash is all soap and suds? Whats up cuz? If you tryin to get a dub sack page me The hoes say Dee Loc, you so crazy Poppin that shit dont faze me I need my chips and the dip, its like gravy Now back to the lecture at hand Perfection is expected and Im feelin that demand Los Ang, broad day gunnin That aint no earthquake its just Dre comin If this shit aint played the party aint bumpin If I dont show up the hoes aint fuckin Cali sunshine, come visit Just dont stop at stop signs with bullet holes in it All-Star League, you ridin benches I handles my business, FUCK fake niggas I sell game a quarter million a track Snoop and the Good Doc back with a brand-new sack Shits wrong, money gone, Ill blast Out of town, out of bounds, no pass Runnin up, talkin shit, get smashed Ask questions last Fallin back on that ass Hit the switch and let the ass just drag 2001 & 2002 tags My nigga what you holdin? Step out with the Staceys and the Snoop Dogg Clothin Rollin, with the braids in my hair Cripped out, way pimped out, oh yeah You gots to pay the cost to be the boss After all that dirt I gots to get my shit washed The Wash The Wash

All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yall... All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yall... Instructions to this game, its instinct mixed with knowledge Im a player in the game and I know not from college Eyes open, focus, scoping out the scene Watch the gangsta haters close cause they worse than dope fiends I hope things get better for you Cos Im gon make things get better for me And keep the Doggystyle hottest thing out the LB The L-L-G wit DPG by the sea We ride at high tide, the East is my side Let me tell you long as my voice is recordable That plan you got aint gonna work you better audible Oh yes Im fresh til i expire from existence With persistence, I proceed Supplying you with what you need, no room for greed Better go around and when it come to you Dont bite off more than you can chew Respect the game and the game will respect you back Game is life, life is struggle Without the coastal juggle So if you drop I test that, fragile as a crystal Or will you be a man and pick up all the pieces And put it back together and remain tougher than leather As for me Im tryin to keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yall Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yall Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yall Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yall T Lee, hold em, shake em, roll Fly G boys and all you hoodrat girls Pound puts it down all around the world The best pick out the litter, LB young nigga Ill eat your soul out my dog bowl, I bark when it get dark Bitches in heat we tear the beat up, what? On the microphone I bury the bone Always, strays try to follow me home Uhh, to get the pooper scooper, why? They droppin doo-doo Im steppin on shit, lift up the bottom of my shoe See Im smashin full-breaded wit no leash When I mob, make marks across the street See Im vicious like hell, got em waggin they tail For the bow-wow LBC style Hit you like the Dogg bopper fever, I fetch paper On the receiver, go get it like a retriever I want em close enough so I can lock on em Wit the mizzic, see I let the Doggz loose on em Check this out here man, I lick em, sick em Mans best friend, I hit you for ten, uhh Fleas cant seize my pack, what, whats my name? Major trick were hittin licks like the Doberman Gang Ydone trip and try to fuck me up ever since a young puppy Run a cat up a tree, nigga its DPG Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yall Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yall Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yall They say once upon a time in the land of the loccs Where its all about dope and pistol smoke I packs me a heavy calibre .38 revolver Weed out, DPd out, GCd out Oh, did you not know Snoop wit the .44 knockin atcha door We the passion for smashin and mashin the masses Knockin niggas like Cassius, Dogg Pound Gangsta assassin Its like in a action Cos for the cash in my own zone we known for blastin Bustin, no need for discussion We dont discuss, we stay close as 10 inches then bust Close enough to touch then rush Clean and radical and get clutch The Dogg is the Don like killer Corleone Free the D-O-double G with the solid gold bone Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yall Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yall Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yall

{scratching To the Batmobile - lets go!} Atomic batteries to power, turbines to speed Roger, ready to move out No one, can save the day like Batman Robin, will make you sway like that and Beat for beat, rhyme for rhyme Deep in Gotham, fightin crime No one, can save the day like Batman Commissioner X here! Batman & Robin, we have a bit of a problem Theres trouble brewing in Gotham City You MUST act fast! + Holy mackerel Batman! I think these clowns need to back down Lets be the Gap Band and drop the bomb on em and make em SCAT man Uh-huh We can take it to the Bassment, live with Tigger Go get The Riddler, and watch me play that nigga like a fiddler On a hot tin roof, I got them watchin who? She who spits it like she was sippin rot-ten brew, ooh You just a stupid zero, you aint hard like DeNiro + Surprise! The Dynamic Duo Batman & Robin, gats set for squabbin Splat! Hit em like forty-five shells Plaque! Means more than one million sales Thats nuff shot to lick, you get done up Plus we got the Bat gats, so why would you run up? Batman! Batman! Batman. {scratched: And youre about to find out} {scratched: And youre about to find out} Yeah, when its beef in Gotham City I, gots to flip and Hit em with the POW! BAM! BIFF! Whoa Pick up your lips, dont trip, tie your shoelace When I spit, I split it, turn Harvey Dent into Two-Face Robin, Im more than a sidekick, Im more like the livest They wanna go head up and collide And like collision, hope your moms made provisions See you aint got no wins baby, not even a smidgen Mad hostility dealt, now Imma really be felt Switch on my utility belt, make yo facility melt I go Mad on yo Hatter, watch yo whole shit splatter Get, wicked on yo case like Detective Van Adder So the, sayin goes, if you snooze you lose Trust you do, me and Batman the Dynamic Two! Cold day in Gotham in the Bat Cave chillin Catnip for Catwoman so she caught the feeling Huh, talk about flavor for a Pringle A favor for a favor maybe later we can mingle Damn, just then, the Bat Phone ringin They hoo-bangin in Gotham, I got to do my thing Batman! War is on the brink It seems that the Penguin is causing a stink Call up Robin quick, you know what to do Add dye to the water and splash the town blue Shit Im there in a flash, Batmobile on 3s Trust me buddy, got heat for Mr. Freeze And Clayface will catch the em-brace Of napalm when I drop my Bat Bomb .. and dont you forget it Takin out you suckers and you dont know how I did it No one, can save the day like Batman Robin, will make you sway like that and Beat for beat, rhyme for rhyme Deep in Gotham, fightin crime No one, can save the day like Batman Robin, will make you sway like that and Beat for beat, rhyme for rhyme Deep in Gotham, fightin crime Dirty Dinkins Batman! Did you see those crispy khaki creases on that rugged wretched.. Aiy-yo-yo-yo kick back Robin Get Alfred and tell him to have barbecued buffalo wings And a pitcher of Kool-Aid on chill Its about to get real in the field Leapin Lo-los! Over there Batman! Thats a no-no! Lets hop out this fo-do! Yea yea yea, systems engaged Start the Bat Engine, hit the Bat Switches You ready Robin? Lets dip Lets, dip! Holy Hoodrat Sally smokin crack in the alley Lets, dip! I mean, crazy kinfolk in Kingsville Batman! We must, we MUST Batman, listen to me Holy Leapin Lizards and Gizzards and all that shit that come with it And potatoes on top with gravy in the middle God damnit Batman! {echoes} Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da--da-da-dah - BATMAN!!

{fades in} .. {yall gone miss me} Yeah yall gone miss me {harmonizing} Never miss what you had til its gone Yeah, yall gone miss me {yall gone miss me} Yeah, yall gone miss me Hmm, who that nigga that brought you that gangsta shit Befo you motherfuckers was even ready for it? Showed you how to tie a flag on your head And represent your motherfuckin set til youre dead Bust on the cops while I cuss the Feds Roll a joint, in the bathtub gettin head Put the G in the P, flipped the G to a ki Put the West coast back on the map bay-bee Check my styles, check my files Ive been gangbangin since I was a juvenile They cut me loose in nine-deuce I swore to tell the whole truth Keep it gangbang 100 proof Erybody say, Ay Snoop - did Death Row pay me? Look here young loc, shit its all to the gravy I really cant trip off the past, on the real I had a blast 2Pac, rest in peace and God bless all my enemies Rain-drops, falling on my head Fuckin with them haters, messin with my bread Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head Fuckin with them haters, sleepin in my bed Aint No Limit to this shit, aint no gimmick Master P good lookin out homeboy, salute my Lieutenant Im in it knee deep and cant creep no more I had to move down South on the low-low, fo sho doe Dippin through the woods with Fiend, Magic, Pokey Mystikal, V-90, C, Boz and P Windows on tint, ridin like the President Its evident, shit Im doin good I moved out the hood like I should And then they had the nerve to call me Hollywood But I dont give a fuck, if Im misunderstood 20 Crip dont slip, yeah its all to the good Yeah the homies got twist too, whatchu say? Oh the homies might get me? Theyll get you Listen here, dont try it, and dont deny it And dont pay em no mind Dogg, man Im tryin Just when you thought I was gone, Im back on Knick-knack-paddy-wack give the Dogg a home With a gang of pitbulls, rottweilers and doberman pinschers Bonafied killers The illest, cap peelers, that you ever wanna meet Straight up out the ghetto where they pack the heavy metal I got my hand on the wheel, my foot on the gas pedal Im drivin DoggHouse to the next level And buckin two shots at the devil Run up on his ass, and blast, like a rebel Turn up the treble cause I hit you with the bass Remember my name and remember my face Remember these words, and remember the taste And remember, we all gotta leave this place Im tryin to stay focused, Im the locest in the game The Rap Prime Minister, Mr. G Thang Rain-drops, fallin on my head Fuckin with the wrong folks, messin with my spread Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head Messin with my ba-by, whos sleepin in my bed {harmonizing to fade with interjections of yall gone miss me}

What? Most three dangerous words in the whole fucking music bidness Snoop Dogg, Dat Nigga Daz and 2Pac Death Rows finest Westside trick Three words to make a mufucka heart burst I rip the verse worse, nigga when I start to curse Picture a black hearse, adversaries buried in they Sunday best He blinked, died in the dark, my guns sprayed his chest When will I die nigga? We all die, so until I die Why must I ride on my enemies until they fry Father forgive them, cause they not knowin My Glock cocked niggas drop, when my shots flowin My definition of a thug nigga; a multi-millionaire Started as a drug dealer, I love niggas Open fire when I blast at ya, everybody dies Bad boy massacre, I laugh at ya Holla my name, I reappear like a Genie No one, no man alive can see me Mothafuckas makin problems, but they get what they deserve Get destroyed, with these three words, mufuckas know We outlast, if we blast, Outlaw outcast Only movin for the money so we comin up We outlast if we blast, Outlaw outcast Dont slip, nigga we ride We outlast, if we blast, Outlaw outcast Only movin for the money so we comin up We outlast if we blast, Outlaw outcast Dont slip, nigga we ride To be a high rolla, you need a pistola And about a half a key of some Coca Cola Now that I got older, I got a little colder And dont trip to get a chip off my nigga shoulder Many dreams of a gangsta, being like Cagney Or Bogey for Snoop Doggy Aint no follower, man, Im a general So when I put it down I gots to be so original Im quick to bust, just like Daz Dillinger But thats the little homie And Im the big homie, Snoop Don Corleone Spittin three words up in lightning As long as Im bouncin with this I know you likin this Fo sho though, you cant take my photo Im throwing that DPG, layin lowkey in a grey four-do Get pushed around town in the back of a car Double R from the dirt to the stars We outlast, if we blast, Outlaw outcast Only movin for the money so we comin up We outlast if we blast, Outlaw outcast Dont slip, nigga we ride Fuck the world, feel the fury of the chosen man Thug nigga, 10 millimeter close in hand Put em in my range, aim nigga take fire Watch em die, shouldve never fucked around when its time to ride Ridin low, down a one way, watch for gunplay I hope we find true peace one day Nobody cry when my dog died, set em straight AK automatically, retaliate Can I ride through, them niggas tried to Ha, tick tock, I got the Glock We shock the game with the realism Thug Life, Dogg Pound about to get with em Cause we hit em with the west coast gangsta shit Cause thats all we know and thats all we spit Its like step , swoop , aim , shoot Snoop Dogg, Dogg Snoop Only movin for the money, so we comin up We outlast if we blast, Outlaw outcast And dont slip, nigga we ride Yeah! Ride all night on they bitch-ass We outlast if we blast, Outlaw outcast Dont slip, nigga we ride! All night

In Californication Yeah, bitch Im from the country but that don’t make a nigga soft Big city niggas come South and get their wigs knocked off Me, I just hustle and flow Find a track, start and pimp on a ho The block got hot, a nigga had to get low Get the fuck outta dodge and hit my uncle on the Westside Trevon I wanna visit L.A., Im already packed Been already stacking so we gon get turned up Soon as you land, purple kush gon get burnt up Shit, the next day Im at L.A.X Uncle Tre pulled up in a Camaro SS Black on black, sitting on 23s Bumping Rich Boy like, Bitch, throw some Ds Two bad bitches in the backseat, one of them for me Mexican mami named Marie Rolling up some trees on the 105 East Rolled down the window just to feel the breeze Its real nice, feeling like paradise And all I can see is sunshine and palm trees Welcome to Californication Welcome to Californication Where we going? naw, I wanna see the swap meet Crenshaw and Slauson Nigga, I aint got no drivers license or insurance Sure enough, the cops pulled us over on Torrance Erybody out the car, the cops set us on the curve They searched the ashtray and found a roach full of herbs Whats this in that cigar? Medical marijuana officer, I got a weed card What condition you smoke weed for? Trevon Jones, place your hands behind your back Youre under arrest for warrants, go to court in Torrance Monday Monday? Its Wednesday man! Or maybe Tuesday you heard me ma’am Now if you keep it up, Ill arrest you for obstruction of justice Tre like, Take the car, fuck this Have fun, call my homies, go clubbing with your dumb ass At least they aint found my gun stash Welcome to Californication You might come for vacation Welcome to Californication But you might leave on probation, Im telling you now Welcome to Californication Everyone knows, anything goes Welcome to Californication In Californication I dropped the bitches off now Im off to my uncle house Stopped by the liquor store, nothing but the thugs out White tees and Chucks, one nigga hit me up like Lifted up his shirt on me Chrome .4-5, and dawg I wasnt strapped Then another walked up like Nah, he cool, thats Dave Black Trey Lo folks, visiting from Mississippi Passed a pint of Hennessey Im J-Bone, we gon get it popping tonight Wassup? Whats flocking? B&E, burglary nigga, damn you slow Oh we kicked it in the hood drinking, smoking kush, twist up Hood rat with the big butt shows up, got my dick sucked Kissed my auntie on the cheek, see you later Now we five niggas deep in J-Bones Navigator The clubs off the chain, Im seeing models and stars NBA players straight buying out bars The state of Arizona tryna segregate But my dick dont discriminate, black girls, white girls Pimping, I just like girls California girls, Katy Perry dyke girls Met an Asian with fake tits next to a hype girl She took a powder brand, sniffing on that white girl V.I.P bottles and all that Then some random nigga started pouring out Cognac I said, Pimpin what you doin? He said, Fuck you too And that’s the last thing I knew and I took a bottle and I cracked that nigga, smacked that nigga Security rushed me like, Arrest that nigga Tearing up the club, all five of us Asian bitch grabbed me like, Hurry up, slide with us But the cops were outside, stopped her, detained me Found some coke in her purse, motherfuckers blame me Next thing you know, Im in the county jail I walked in the cell, my Uncle Tre is right there Yeah, and hes just shaking his head Then he laughed at a nigga Dont let the bright lights fool ya, L.A. a tricky place Its been 24 hours, I just caught my first case, damn! I’m just came to see the Hollywood sign got locked up Niggas doin crazy drive-bys, get popped up Esé tripping on me for no reason Jail politics, killin niggas in season Welcome to Californication You might come for vacation Welcome to Californication But you might leave on probation, Im telling you now Welcome to Californication Everyone knows, anything goes Welcome to Californication In Californication See California be like that sometimes You see the palm trees, all on Venice Beach You see the bright lights all on Hollywood And you think its all good, right? You gettin dressed, you ready to go out You see some bad bitches That same bad bitchll set you the fuck up You walkin out the club from having a good time Lightweight tipsy, fore you know it You got a bag on your head and you in the back of a van Goin somewhere that you aint never been in your life Thats the reason why you caught the fuck up right now And you dont understand, shit about California So next time you come out here Maybe you should just stop a motherfucker, and ask Los Scandalous

Yeah, I like to dedicate this record right here to my main man Johnny Cash, a real American gangster I got my nephew Whitey Ford on the guitar Young Trev on the drums Grand Ole Opry, here we come, uhh Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jacked up the spoon on the candlestick Dopestick pimpin on the one-trick pony Yeah she kinda skinny but she gets my money Get my money, buy my medicine Buy my medicine, buy my medicine Get my money, buy my medicine Buy my medicine, buy my medicine Yeah, you know I got to have that medicine That prescription medicine baby Yknow, purple, orange, green Jack starts hangin round with some fiends Got strung out, sold the cow for beans Told young wifey, I love ya honey But you gotta hit the streets, go and get my money Get my money, buy my medicine Buy my medicine, buy my medicine Get my money, buy my medicine Buy my medicine, buy my medicine Yeah, the mo dedicated the mo medicated Can you feel me? Girl my loves gonna last, just as long as my high You can trust every word Im gonna say will be a lie Haha, yeah I lie sometimes Whats the use of the truth if you cant get a lie sometimes baby? Now dig this Jack starts a track up and down the hill Got to walkin thinkin ace what he told to Jill Come rain, come shine, come snow or if its sunny Get the fuck out, come and get my money Get my money, buy my medicine Buy my medicine, buy my medicine Get my money, buy my medicine Buy my medicine, buy my medicine Yeah They say you cant buy me love, but you damn sure can buy me bud Girl my loves gonna last, just as long as my high You can trust every word Im gonna tell you is a lie Girl I love you Yeahhhh!

199 muthafuckin 4 South Central Cartel is back in the house Prodeje, Havikk the Rhyme Son and the Mouthpiece And we straight servin your ass heat Muthafuckas gettin clowned like I said in the 9-1 But 94 is in effect if you want some Funk fo yo trunk, bring it on if its on then its poppin And only for the real car droppin G shit, nigga through the hoods in the S-C P da R da O da D da E da J, that is me Comin short I dont think so, niggas gotta float style This lil nigga still loco 8-9s where the hustlers dwell You wanna know where Im from: S-C Cartel To the Crips and the Bloods, Im a homie Many niggas talk shit And get banked with the O-E Regulatin off petitions, calling on the D-L Thats where the real O.G.s bail Down low in a short Coupe Knock knock for the hoes in the hood tryin to be suited Its all good when Im creepin Back street lights on and muthafuckas aint sleepin I know my city so Im rollin, niggas tried to swang with this But South Centrals kinda dangerous S-C nigga kickin gangsta shit Cartel gonna get my back S-C nigga kickin gangsta shit, fool Run up and Ima serve you heat Breakin muthafuckas off, nigga for the hoo-ride A true G from the C finna G-slide Strapped cause its on if them niggas runnin up play the back in Cause Ima clown with my Mac-10 Big Gs in the hood stay down for a nigga Hoes ride dicks cause we got bigger 90 muthafuckin 2 street S-C Cartel bailin through the mist, servin much hell Niggas fronted on a nigga in the 93 The little locs bustin caps for the bigger G Peelin niggas cap quick I let the khakis hang get ripped for the niggas wanna set trip Surely locs with the Locs Glock in my drawers fuckin with the old folks Knuckle headed nigga in the hood gettin lit off the E.T. and O.E Layin in the cut for the police H-A to the V-I double muthafuckin K Creepin on yo ass with an AK At the park shootin hoops And finna get my strap on Smokin niggas cause Im jail pro Hook Im from a hood where the real niggas come-up Some gang bang, some slang but Im dealin in the rap game You try to figure who I run with The S-C to the muthafuckin C, thats all bitch And in the end Ima maintain Muthafuckas hittin dips try to main but Im insane So I wouldnt trip nigga cause I got a clip For the 9, hanging on my muthafuckin hip You need to kick it in the city with me And Rhyme Sons peeling caps on the suckers actin shitty with me And muthafuckas still flossin, still tryin to O.G On the slap smokin E.T Hangin on the muthafuckin deuce I saw my cousin Prod hit the floor with a muthafuckin small Coupe Mouthpiece got the Tec for yo ass and its over And En Vogue couldnt hold ya Niggas yellin Ima a 8-7 gangsta Think what you want, I keep one in the chamber A real Cartel nigga Finger on the trigger if you step Ima put yo ass in the river Shootin dice in the hood buckin niggas for their last end In a mood to get my blastin Hittin dips cause Im down with the Crips and the Bloods G And muthafuckas cant fade me

Yeah, its that sick shit mane I had to do it I got the do it fluid Laid back understand me Doing what I does cuz You know who it is Its the Big Snoopy D-O-double-Gizzle Fo shizzle baby So fast, so quick, so hard, so slick Take a walk in my shoes but them feet dont fit No shit, pulpit, shift switch on a bitch Rolling up a fat one stacking my chips Now check this, sip this, have a seat and recline Hot spit, dog shit will blow your mind Im not braggin, but Im C flaggin 64 hot and I keep shit poppin What yall come here for? Oh we came here to dance But we will pop pop in advance What that mean? That mean, that we dont give a fuck nigga We dont give a fuck nigga All I wanna do is smoke and have a good time All I wanna do is have a good time All I wanna do is smoke and have a good time We dont give a fuck West Coast motherfucker We dont give a fuck nigga Hands up, now twist your fingers On the set momma raised a banger Every hood do the same stuff And then they came up when they name up With a bunch of hard heads like Biggie Poppa, Warren G, and Lil Half Dead Rectified, dont run up on a nigga or your neck will fly Back in your lap click-clack get back What yall come here for? Oh we came here to dance But we will pop pop in advance What that mean? That mean, that we dont give a fuck nigga We dont give a fuck nigga All I wanna do is smoke and have a good time All I wanna do is have a good time All I wanna do is smoke and have a good time We dont give a fuck West Coast motherfucker We dont give a fuck nigga Yeah, you hear that sick shit? I had to do it Its the S to the N double O P You know the rest West Coast motherfucker

15 Hundid Ohhh Listen It could be easy It could be easy It could be easy It could be easy It could be easy It could be easy It could be easy It could be easy Verse 1 Yeah High School Man Taylor Gang Young Khalifa Ill show you how to do this shit Uhh, But you probably wont believe me Thats why Im smokin, ridin, listenin To Doggy Style on CD They saw me on TV Now they gon try they hardest to be me Say she know just who I am And plus my team is undefeated Im the man in my city If you want I got the key I could put you on the game Or on the ocean by the beach Everything you see I own I dont got a lease If your bitch outta control Better put that ho on a leash, If you listenin to what Im tryna tell ya Every dime pays, but they catchin messin with that high grade They gon try and fail ya Call up moms tell her You in the hallway, Plus your clothes smell kinda familiar I aint trippin Im twistin up another one Gotta couple problems with my bitches Dogg Cuz Pimpin Aint Im Rolling up tree Staying low from police And dont ask where Ive been Dogg Im going where the cheese be Haters talk, When I leave They just front, when they see What they want, say they dont But they need me... Im like a fucking Game Genie Young Nigga, But I make it look EASY!!! It could be easy It could be easy It could be easy It could be easy It could be easy It could be easy Verse 2 Flying on a plane, plane Givin to the same thang Never the same game She ask me if I gang bang If Peter Piper Pick em Then Snoopy Doopy Pimp Em The track is where I kick it Now baby suck a dick or Until you start to Hick Up Now look here Breezy Its real Hard, But you could make it Easy I am pleasurable, now baby please me And once I get up in it, Ill make you need me Like I love weed leaf, baby starvin Now she feed me, believe me, you complete me Protect the spot, and when Im in school Lay Low, Be Cool, connect the dot., I do it vagrantly, truent agencies on my wing tips I ditched English for Old English 40 oz low With some Buddha Thai Mixed it with some kush smoke For the ET High, So Imma phone home Baby want some Knick Knack Paddy Whack Give Her Doggy Bone We Home alone, Now she sucking on my bone Michauley Pfipher Nascar Driver Rolling wit real East Sider It Could Be Easy.... It could be easy Make the smallest little things seem oh so hard It could be easy Tell me would you really be who you are Who you are And its been done before, I think you should know It could be easy It could be easy It could be easy It could be easy It could be easy

A nigga like me man, I love the game, I love the hustle man I be feeling like one of them ball player niggas you know Like Bird, Magic or something Yeah you know a nigga got dough a nigga can leave the league But if I leave… the fans still gone love me man? Told you I was bout to do it big, huh? Came in this game as a kid, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib, huh? I ain’t do it, people said I did, huh? Rap music ain’t whats fuckin up they kids, huh? Gangster rap is fuckin’ up the biz, huh? My influence, something that I said, cuh? Like I’m jewish, all about the bread, huh From the sewage, tryin’ to get ahead, huh I’m bout to do it, fuckin’ up they head, huh? These opportunist, fuckin’ up they bread, huh? Corporate America stance is irregular Ready Cuz, rap sheet, impeccable Multi plats, my past What we have here is unprofessional My metal, undetectable, my style, unselectable Niggas runnin’ they mouth thats unacceptable 21st street, Long Beach til the death of you Told you I was bout to do it big, huh? Came in this game as a kid, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib, huh? Keep shootin’, thats what the people tell me, huh Get the biggest dope sack that you can sell me, huh And your homegirl do it, huh I make the whole world do it, huh Ain’t no limit to the dog and thats real talk I’m the one that showed you how a real crip walk Resume, document, G-File Recollect, reflect, and let me break it down Take it out the bag, lay it on the table quick Call my handlers, I handle and disable this Tickin’ time bomb, made crippin’ look fun Can’t walk around without your motherfuckin’ gun, thats a no no Real hood redemption, my tiny Lokos is really on a mission Niggas runnin’ they mouth thats unacceptable 21st Street, Long Beach til the death of you Told you I was bout to do it big, huh? Came in this game as a kid, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib, huh? Do anybody in the house remember? When it wasn’t no Snoop Dogg? It wasn’t no rappers talking’ bout the LBC, am I trippin yall? So its safe to say, I put it on the map, huh So if you see me on the block, yeah, I’m back, huh And if you don’t think you know where I’m at, huh You wanna battle, little homie, get your racks up Boy you need to kit kat, make you niggas get back Split you like a kit kat, the big homie did that Rollin’ like a rebel though, I’m on a whole ‘nother level though My heart, my hair, My G, my seat, that part right there I’m more than a rapper though, pure intellectual Smooth as a criminal, you hear me though? Told you I was bout to do it big, huh? Came in this game as a kid, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib, huh?

{Snoop} Hah! {West Coast, baby..} Yeah, remix! This time I say Yeah, buddy - live good, eat good Old school Chevy to a Cadillac Fleetwood Got the inside - , and the outside Thinkin bout a Maserati, but I rather ride A.C. blow , like wind chill Paint drippin like the rain on a windshield Cream on the inside, clean on the outside Cream on the inside, clean on the outside Cream on the inside, clean on the outside Ice-ice cream, i-i-i-ice cream paint job Cream on the inside, clean on the outside Cream on the inside, clean on the outside Cream on the inside, clean on the outside Ice-ice cream, i-i-i-ice cream paint job M-m-m-mama black, daddy black Uncle black, granny black, catch me in a Cadillac Say, ridin on a foreign ti Wit some ice cream paint, got the shoes and I had to match My car, yo we stunt like that Down in Dallas, Texas, yeah its crunk like that All I gotta do is this, drop the top and show the wrist And I can pull a bad chick off eye contact Yeaaaaaaa - its ya, its ya, its ya boy Dorrough I got a wood grain wheel and a wood grain flo Paint job, fresh sprayed, pop trunk, might wave Yeah, buddy, Im paid, umm, everybody know That getting money is the mission, its the auto clone magician 0-9, but I drive a 0-12 Expedition Wit a auto-start ignition, fo fifteens hit it Wit a sign on the back say Lets go fishing Yeah, West Coast nigga Cream on the inside, clean on the outside Twenty-fo on the ol schools sittin up high Push - I hit the gas, fuck a red light All chrome Chevy signs on my tailpipe I smash out Doggy Dogg live the Boss Life Show these niggas what it cost and how to floss it right They hear the song and they Jerk to it all night Euro grill, candy paint dripping off white Yeah, we got the streets turned up Purp in my blunt, brown in my cup Boat motor in my engine, 15s in my trunk Ice Creams on my feet, Imma fuck the streets up Wet paint job, shift kit, no clutch Pocket fulla money wit some Hustle Boy Chucks Sugar coat seats, soft white crust They say they ridin clean, but they aint got it like us! Its 15s in the trunk, let my beat bang Half of chicken on my neck, let my chain hang Four fifty yellow rockll make the ass swang Chevy tuned up, bangin Hu$$le is my last name For the rap game, still us in the fast lane Pulled up at the spot, parked the Regal on the grass mayne Swisher Sweets same color as the wood grain They say, Why you leave it running? I say Cuz Im in the hoooood, mayne~! Clean on the ourside, cream on the inside Ask around, bet they tell you that I been fly Way befo Xzibit show, I had a Pimp Ride And All Money In is the motto that we live by Look, shit kept gettin betta fo me You hatin on me? Its whatever, I get cheddar, homie Im well-paid so the people know me Ridin wood grain and leather only Hussle Splash - Im drippy Car so clean that the paint looks slippy Caught the swag flu so I got these niggas sick-y Coney ice cream the way the girl started licking Give her the shovel the way she diggin me Victory - Just the B.I.G. in me Yeah, my game fly, I make the nasty girls get wit me And after the telly, its all history Chickens - rotisserie We can make it snow motherfucker, better get your skis Told her turn it up as I hit the speed Push the head down, word is bond as I hit the weed Yeah shawty, Soulja Boy big dawg Black-on-black Lamborghini, ice cream paint job WOOOSH! Black card bank card So much money, look like I had the bank robbed Flow cajin, spicy punchline Disrespect me, get jumped like the lunch line Titanic swag like Im standin on a boat Man ya boys got money, but your flow still broke No pad, no pen Im goin ing Flyin down the highway, blowing on a Kush-ington Im gettin money like I never would believe So many tattoos that my skin caint breathe Im gettin old money but Im a youngsta My swag presidential, make Obama wanna sponsor me

I would like to say to this gentleman and all other people who are not blessed with melanin at this point in time to understand that what has happened in our history is that you have been misinformed as much as we have been misinformed. Much of the information that is brought forth, not only from Doctor Mohammed, but other areas, other scholars, are not available to you as a sister said in your curriculum that youve had for 400 years when you did not allow us to read and write, it was being hidden. Whether you, sir, personally did that or not, it was a legacy that was passed onto you. And I end by saying the Holocaust is simply the greatest atrocity on film. Ours was not filmed. No apology, equality Youth is future, lets move forward Healthy mentality helps sanity Melting Pot, help us up, vote or not Facts half backwards and inaccurate Tell folks no backin up, track it up Good over evil, deceitful Morals, principles, its simple, son What will it take for my peoples to connect together? You know its black excellence if we compete together Picture a photograph of black folks lit together In high definition, in high, I would never Turn my back on the block, I got the block on my back Like James Brown, boy, Im proud to be black To all my sisters, Mother Earth has birthed us Lurchers, it hurts us first, less heard this To all my sisters, aint no knockin you back Politicans politickin with a gown and a cap The house got flavor and I like it like that Black girl power, yeah, Im rockin with that Doors is gettin kicked down, statues is gettin ripped down Presidents meetin overseas just to have a sitdown They tryna keep us from runnin up I never tell you to get down, its all about comin up No apology, equality Youth is future, lets move forward Healthy mentality helps sanity Melting Pot, help us up, vote or not Facts half backwards and inaccurate Tell folks no backin up, track it up Good over evil, deceitful Morals, principles, its simple, son So what are you saying? The foundation was laid, yall nation was made Off our ancestors back, back, back in the day Four hundred years ago, yall made us slaves And you can hear it in the spirit comin deep from the graves Life is a maze Smoke so much dope you in a daze But you aint trippin, you gettin paid Who do you praise? But anyways I read a history book, but I aint learned nothin, dawg So I read the Bible, then the holy Quran Went to Jamaica to acquire my knowledge Sat with some Rastas til my game got polished The gangbang extreme with malice Trees and degrees like Im trained for college They tryna keep us from runnin up I never tell you to get down, its all about comin up No apology, equality Youth is future, lets move forward Healthy mentality helps sanity Melting Pot, help us up, vote or not Facts half backwards and inaccurate Tell folks no backin up, track it up Good over evil, deceitful Morals, principles, its simple, son No apology, equality Youth is future, lets move forward Healthy mentality helps sanity Melting Pot, help us up, vote or not Facts half backwards and inaccurate Tell folks no backin up, track it up Good over evil, deceitful Morals, principles, its simple, son

Tryna rain, tryna rain on the thunder Tell the storm Im new Ima walk, Ima march on the regular Painting white flags blue Lord forgive me, Ive been running Running blind in truth Ima rain, Ima rain on this bitter love Tell the sweet Im new Ooh, Im telling these tears, Go and fall away, fall away, oh May the last one burn into flames Freedom, freedom, I cant move Freedom, cut me loose, yeah Freedom, freedom, where are you? Cause I need freedom too I break chains all by myself Wont let my freedom rot in hell Hey, Ima keep on running Cause a winner dont quit on themselves, oh What you want from me? Is it truth you seek? Oh father can you hear me? What you want from me? Is it truth you seek? Oh father can you hear me? What you want from me? Is it truth you seek? Oh father can you hear me? What you want from me? Is it truth you seek? Oh father can you hear me?

I know, I aint supposed to smoke in here But Mr. Bouncer Man, dont put your motherfuckin hands on me without you botherin me Everybody you see in here tonights Doin the same thing, so why you keep player hatin on me? without you botherin me Aye, did you hit this shit? That la lah-lah, I be smokin Be gettin me right, I be locn Them bullshit trees you be rollin Barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH! That la lah-lah, I be smokin Be gettin me right, I be locn Them bullshit trees you be rollin Barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH! I admit I got a problem, I keep comin back for these Doe-doe bags, and not your gnac or your sack of seeds I chill, sit back on the sofa and relax my knees And roll one up loose enough to make the backwards breathe I blow a heavy load, you can subtract some Gs Cause Im a smoker, too much of this to choke ya I dont mean to provoke ya, but Im a bad influence A musician cant operate without his instruments My recent success rapidly got your bitch convinced Haters mad they cant look inside cause I pitched the tints I enter the club with baggies of that chocolate The secondhand smokell make a nigga wanna start shit Sometimes I think bout where the niggas from the start went Raise up a lighter and fuck up the whole apartment Its just one of them things that I do with my spare time My bad habits aint private, so Imma share mine That la lah-lah, I be smokin Be gettin me right, I be locn Them bullshit trees you be rollin Barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH! That la lah-lah, I be smokin Be gettin me right, I be locn Them bullshit trees you be rollin Barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH! Now they put they hands out, cause of the way shit bend So you niggas aint smokin if you dont chip in Listen, I waited long for these rocks to glisten From that one-room pad without a pot to piss in Overt betrayal is not forgiven I do this for my niggas locked up thats comin home to lobster livin Helping the cops forbidden, bout to buy momma her own mansion Just so I can see her pop the ribbon That Cali bud special, so special I held the blunt so long Snoop had to tell me, Pass the weed nephew! Fuck rap, Im the wrong one to get pissed off Cause the pumpll make you Jump like Kris Kross My nigga dead and its hard to let go So Im blowin on that wet doe, same color as Gecko We follow hood codes and everybody in the set know We gas em, fuck em and pass em, what you expect ho? That la lah-lah, I be smokin Be gettin me right, I be locn Them bullshit trees you be rollin Barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH! That la lah-lah, I be smokin Be gettin me right, I be locn Them bullshit trees you be rollin Barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH! Say gain wont you blow it with the best of them Yes yes I blessted them, blazed up the purple palm trees I told dem dont mess wit dem, I hold dem no testament Do you want to smoke wit me? Weed rollin, G-strollin, bad-mouthin muhfucker Law breakin, pimp slappin niggas for the fuck of it Hip-Hoppin, ziplockin, riprockin gangbanger Thought you was an actor, thought I was a singer Thought about riding if you say you wanna hang tough D.P.G. unit sounds like danger You might wanna manage your anger Hang with us and stop smokin on the same stuff Now lay back on the law This new weed that I got I call it face off Cause itll blow your face off and thats a figure of speech My niggas a beast, on me, from the West to the East, preach! That la lah-lah, I be smokin Be gettin me right, I be locn Them bullshit trees you be rollin Barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH! That la lah-lah, I be smokin Be gettin me right, I be locn Them bullshit trees you be rollin Barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH!

Two step to this! Spin around, ma Drop, drop, like its hot, drop, drop, like its hot Spending money mang Drop, drop, like its hot, drop, drop, like its hot Spin around, ma Drop, drop, like its hot, drop, drop, like its hot I got the rollie on my arm and Im pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed cause I got it going on No steroids can make you hit what Im pitching Chef boy-ar-P is back in the kitchen You niggas is scratching, my niggas is itchin Dont keep Pacin but these dudes blow they Pistons Yes, nigga, P stands for polish None of yall is fucking with he, and this is obvious Im Ron Artest, laying down to your garbage While my niggas in the street pushing shit like Ben Wallace And any yall could get it, even fans in the stands These guns is a sun, youll catch a tan with ya man Im no cheeto, trust this is real/rio Everything is grande nothing is poquito Securitys behind me, with the torpedo Cause the wrist stay frigid How you say it? Frio Or where Im from, in Virgina, we say ch-ill And the Enzos a quarter-million for each whe-el Spin around, ma Drop, drop, like its hot, drop, drop, like its hot Spending money mang Drop, drop, like its hot, drop, drop, like its hot Spin around, ma Drop, drop, like its hot, drop, drop, like its hot I got the rollie on my arm and Im pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed cause I got it going on I got haters on my jizzock, plus the freaking cizzops All of whom want to hit me with shizzots til I drizzop Thank God for hip hop, or Id be in the bizzox, uh Jail or casket, either way you rizzot But now Im so fresh you could smell me through a Ziploc Mr. S Dizzot, its not gon stizzop Too much pizzazz for these piss-ass niggas to get past Too cool for cizzops to cuff his iz-ass Snitch as they may, they cant get the boy These niggas giving out cases like a liquor store Runnin to the DA tryin to get me for All the money it made, Im like forget the law Im not frizzaid, its Jizzay, homie, you got plizzayed Take it like a man, the flow ran you off the stizz-age Wastin ya time tryin to sue S Dot Tell ya lawyer Take that civil case and drop it like its hot Spin around, ma Drop, drop, like its hot, drop, drop, like its hot Spending money mang Drop, drop, like its hot, drop, drop, like its hot Spin around, ma Drop, drop, like its hot, drop, drop, like its hot I got the rollie on my arm and Im pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed cause I got it going on International, nah Im universal But you a gangsta, how you get to do commercials? With them big wigs, Yeah, cuh, you do it big I stay real, stay sharp, and tell it like it is I never fake the funk, niggas know I aint no punk They want beef? Yeah, cuh, pop the trunk We go all the way, we do it life-size Now my life right, cause my wife on my right side Yeah, and she protecting my interest Now Im on the move, they got me hoppin these fences Ay little homie, your defense is defenseless A pimp apprentice, hey, come here princess I know ya tired of the chit-chatter It really dont matter, its like a seesaw platter I check money, check niggas, check bitches Now drop it like your ass on switches Spin around, ma Drop, drop, like its hot, drop, drop, like its hot Spending money mang Drop, drop, like its hot, drop, drop, like its hot Spin around, ma Drop, drop, like its hot, drop, drop, like its hot I got the rollie on my arm and Im pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed cause I got it going on

I wake up early in the morning and it feels so good Smoking on some shit that you wish you could Jealousy envy, please dont feel bad This weed is mine get your own bag A sack full of OG under lock and key None for the homies this is all for me Got a blunt looking like a Cali palm tree Police roll by I got nothing on me Cause the smoke is already in the air Im rolled up with two braids in my hair Ill start with the kaki sweet Im gonna fuck around and take it back to classic Snoop On the east side standing on the VIP Back when my only red was me E-Y-E You so PYT and youre looking so fine Im sorry baby girl but tonight This weed is mine This weed is mine You cant have it This weed is mine This weed is mine You cant have it This weed is mine Get back to the episode, sacks of the chronic Out of this world, could relax on a comet This is church music, listen to the choir To burn my kush, you must use fire D-O double G like never heard before Smoking that bomb like THC4 West coast worldwide sea shore to sea shore When is the last time youve seen a G in a G4? Dont worry Ill wait Time is ticking Im tripping Im slipping away Into the zone where these hoes with they dogg on A dogg whistle and they download my ring zone And she is hypnotized by this pimps poem What I got here is mine go get your own I put this to rhymes, get piece of mind Ozs to die for, this weed is mine This weed is mine This weed is mine You cant have it This weed is mine This weed is mine You cant have it This weed is mine I hear niggas talking about what they rolling up Smell what I smoke before the bag open up Good chance if you see me that Im smoking one License to get it and roll this shit Real nigga, buying weed, I dunn sold enough If Im in the building its hard not to notice it Hit em with ? I got some hoes to fuck Imma hit em with an ounce of the potent shit Dont trip bitch, we gon all sip & blow the whole zip Let you hit mine, plus you supplyin your own little bit My nigga get high and let the hoes twist! Say you dont fuck, impressed how you rolled it They aint smoking like ours Im rolling, Im smoking, they burning for hours And if its fire, Im smoking the whole thing, getting tired This weed is mine This weed is mine You cant have it This weed is mine This weed is mine You cant have it This weed is mine I wanna smoke with you Do you wanna smoke with me? I wanna smoke with you Do you wanna smoke with me? I wanna smoke with you Do you wanna smoke with me? I wanna smoke with you Do you wanna smoke with me? Do you? Do you wanna smoke with me? I wanna smoke with you Do you wanna smoke with me?

Yeah, gimme some gangsta shit curr Some of that hood shit Coming up How that sound ? Ive been doing this shit since day one Yeah nigga, day one, day one yeah Let me, let me tell you what your worth is Wake up in the mornin with a purpose Only you can make me happy, surface East side long beach baby, the turf shit The place where I lurked at 13 on the scene getting bent back With a whole lotta snake venom Used to steal annihilators out the highway center Up early getting shit started Back flippin, trippin, tippin, Crippin cold hearted Way before I got high man Both double up 15s from the pie man Heat out the motherfucking frying pan Little kids love Snoop, fuck IronMan Im a vet on the set I aint lyin man Let me show you how fly I am Play in the school, lay in the pool And I stay in the cool Young loc I aint playin with fools Reset, repeat Unlock and recock The heat and it gets so fast Spend yo cash It will get in yo ass Now the question is this for now Are you really in love with that bitch yo? Another mans trash is another mans treasure Whats your pleasure? Looking at you straight from a falcon eye On my balcony, asking how can I? How can I love somebody else When I cant love myself enough to know Bad 4 me, a lot of Gs start snitchin Bad 4 me, Fuckin with you hoodrat bitches Bad 4 me All that you had 4 me, was all bad 4 me Curr I used to run with struck out gon away Cold things is he called me on the phone today Told me he was up for release Its been about a dub since cuz seen the streets Yeah loc, shit don change Long Beach don flipped crazy durange Everybody sellin out, word of mouth, the OGs tellin now I drove there the other day To chop some game with my big homie Donald Ray Its sort of hard for me to run away Step out my car no gun today, underlay I press my luck, if I get stuck, well then thats whats up How can I love somebody else When I cant love myself enough to know Bad 4 me, a lot of Gs start snitchin Bad 4 me, Fuckin with you hoodrat bitches Bad 4 me All that you had 4 me, was all bad 4 me The true definition of that mixtape How can I love somebody else When I cant love myself enough to know Bad 4 me, a lot of Gs start snitchin Bad 4 me, Fuckin with you hoodrat bitches Bad 4 me All that you had 4 me, was all bad 4 me Somebody pass that piff, grow it up Thats My Work, 2 We active

Can you feel it, nothing can save ya For this is the season of catching the vapors And since I got time, what Im gonna do Is tell you how its spreading throughout my crew Well you all know Nate Dogg, who sings on my records Never Leave Me Alone, Aint No Fun, now check it Back in the days before Nate Dogg began He used to try to holler at this girl named Pam The type of female with fly Gucci gear She wore a big turkish ?rope? with a weave in her hair When they tried to kick it, shed always fess Talking about, Baby please, you out here serving stress Since he wasnt no type of big chronic dealer The homie Nate Dogg didnt appeal to her But now he wear boots that match with his suits And push a Lexus Coupe thats extra cheap And now she stopped fronting and wants to speak and Be coming round the Pound every single weekend To get his beeper number she be begging please Dying for the day to eat these She caught the vapors She caught the vapors I got a little cousin thats kinda plain He bring the heat with the beat for the Dogg Pound gang A mellow type of fellow thats laid back But back in the days he wasnt nothing like that I remember when he used to scrap every day When my auntie would tell him he would never obey He wore his khakis hanging down with his starks untied And a blue and grey cap that said the Eastside Around my neighborhood the people treated him bad They said Daz was the worst thing his mom ever had They said he would grow up to be nothing but a gangster Or either in jail, or someone would shank him But now hes grown up to their surprise D-A-Z got a hit record slanging worldwide Now the same people that didnt like him as a child Bumping Dogg Food, Doggfather, and Doggystyle They caught the vapors They caught the vapors I got another homie from tha L-B-C Known to yall as DJ Warren G He cut, scratch, transforms with finesse {scratching} and all that mess I remember when we first started to rock He tried to get this job at Calvins Record Shop He was in it to win it, but the boss fronted Said Sorry Warren G but theres no help wanted Now my homie Warren still tried On and on and on til the like break of dawn To work at tha V-I-P would be the lick But they looked right past him so my homie straight dipped Now for the year after Regulate Warren G is having papers so my homies like straight He walked into the same record shop as before And the boss be like Warren, welcome to my store Offering him a job, but nah he dont want it Damn it feels good to see people up on it Cause I remember when at first they wasnt Now guess what they caught since he busting The vapors They caught the vapors They caught the vapors Last subject of the story is about Snoop Dogg I had to work for mine to show I was a true hog When I was a teenager I tried to be down But since they wasnt trying to hear me I made the Dogg Pound I saw a crew on 2-1 street and said, Can I be down champ? They said no, and treated me like a wet food stamp After getting rejected, I aint run off the set I sat and wrote some Dogg doo-doo rhymes at my rest When I used to go to parties, theyd make me wait Would have to beg to get on the mic to set MCs straight I aint never love no hoes I was just into my music They acted like I wanted to keep on hanging with the juzi But now things switched from West to East Yo dog do you remember me from 21st Street, G? We used to see Daz back in the day It happens all the time, so brother dont be amazed You caught the vapors You caught the vapors

(...sleeping at night I have visions of you I make believe we’re running away To a world of fantasy) Let me ask you something that has seemed to got my mind for this Early in the morning, and Im cruising down to your address Fucking up my intellect, but you know Im into it Nobody can stop me, papi you should join my syndicate On edge, on edge, why are you so on edge, on edge, on edge You should get closer, closer, like youre supposed to, supposed to! On edge, on edge, baby, Im on it on it You should get closer, closer like youre supposed to, supposed to! On edge, on edge, baby, Im on edge You should get closer, closer like youre supposed to! May we turn the time back? Riding in, my time machine No, I dont need the Maybach And were riding dirty, but I didnt need to say that I dont know this girl, but shes claiming that we go way back! Denise, Latrice, none to say the least Im feeling like an interview, I really dont remember you! Sigh, aye bae, what youre feeling dude? Im running that bind trying to get into you They call me Mr. Rich Roller We say, he say, baby you a chola Swole up, mix the Hennessey with Cola Lil momma, hold up, now baby, put the gold up! Yeah, lil momma she mix the molly with meds And now she probably on edge Uh, see, aint no selling it dog I put the pale on the log, see aint no telling involved On edge, on edge, why are you so on edge, on edge, on edge You should get closer, closer, like youre supposed to, supposed to! On edge, on edge, baby, Im on it on it You should get closer, closer like youre supposed to, supposed to! On edge, on edge, baby, Im on edge You should get closer, closer like youre supposed to! May we turn the time back? Riding in, my time machine No, I dont need the Maybach And were riding dirty, but I didnt need to say that I dont know this girl, but shes claiming that we go way back! On edge, on edge, why are you so on edge, on edge, on edge You should get closer, closer, like youre supposed to, supposed to! (...sleeping at night I have visions of you I make believe we’re running away To a world of fantasy)

Oh yall just wanna do with out the beat Uh well fuck it we gon do it like this On radio station motherfuckin 187.4 bitch W Ballz part two huh? Peep game broadcasting Provided by mother fucking Emena huh? Emena... not Enema... Enema! Im sayin it baby, I just said it low In your motherfuckin asshole Ok like this, we gon clean it up like this, huh punk bitch Man what a bitch, gangsta shit Fours scrape up the cement then bend I never love me a ho Just to remind yall bitches in case you didnt know I breaks fool all niggas, way cool all niggas Fuck all yall niggas, sawed off yall niggas And Im quick to pull out Gangsta shit, tell a bitch to stick a dick in her mouth As I skip to my loo, C-Walkin, G talkin Im a gangsta, cold hearted, sick, dumb and retarted Came up this far without a bullet proof vest Ran with the best, sport khakis again Always stay fresh wont settle for less Looped out, satined out - Man these niggas on deck Now its the pimp of the crew, Soopafly comin through I got a dick and a couple balls just to name a few The D.P. locced out, niggas get choked out Smoked out niggas thatll fuck you up no doubt Gangsta gangsta, tell me how you do it It seems so simple like there was nothin to it Rippin, sippin, dippin on the fluid West Coast nigga, yeah we be the truest Represent that Long Beach, Represent that L.B.C Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.C Represent that Long Beach, Represent that D.P.G Represent that Long Beach, Represent that P.A.C I have so much beef I shoulda fucked up my colon But I sent em off deprived, with both they fuckin eyes swollen Everything stolen and its still rich rollin Niggas cant see me cause I kill shit blowin I let loose like aint no tomorrow with bomb beats A-K-47 street, quick to get ya My lyrics like missiles to hit Hitler Motherfucker stay up out my Kool-Aid pitcher You dont wanna see my style like click-click pow Make you bow to my wicked style, make you my child The enemy wanna diss, nigga but how could he? We hookers and hoodies, with a bag full of goodies, what!? Now take that for what its worth Ill terrorize your territory and take over your turf All these niggas is rob, but they was soft as a Nerf Nasty as after birth, they say ooh after the verse Im commercial, universal with no rehearsal And when Im in the hood Im just so controversial Niggas know me homie - the O.G West Coast Don, Ill smash on anyone On my daughter and my two sons, the set and my two guns I move the dubs and let D move the 2-1s Not to mention all my No Limit niggas now We do it G style like Big C-Style Represent that Long Beach, Represent that L.B.C Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.C Represent that L.B., Represent that D.P.G Represent that L.B., Represent that P.A.C What, what, what? My freestyle worth about a ticket now So to kick a style, you gotta kick me down Every nigga from the Pound gettin paid now Hey now, big bow wow honey child I ran a hundred miles through about a hundred styles And now Im through with it, with nothin else to do with it Roll it, blaze it, pass it, now you hit it Wes a D.P.G. committee Snoop fuck that bitch Dat Nigga Daz fuck that bitch, that trick, that goofy ass bitch Soopafly, super high, ruff cap slip, fuckin gangsta shit 20 Insane, 60 Crip 19th Street Crip - where the gangstas hang Its a gang thang, we all gang bang Hold up All my niggas get Tick-tock And prepare to get ill when the gangstas talk Saggin and flaggin with the 7-trey draggin Smokin like a dragon with the .4-4 cannon Be the last man standin whoopin niggas at random Gray and Blue bandannas, hoo-ridin is standard So what yall wanna say? What yall wanna do? You niggas trippin, while Im steady dippin Throw your clip in, since yall all flippin Rollin capers, while Im gettin papers Tried to shake us, you know they caught the vapors Everyone around is soon to see Aint nobody comin close to me Keep hangin round and youll believe Represent that Long Beach, Represent that L.B.C Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.C Represent that Long Beach, Represent that D.P.G Represent that Long Beach, Represent that P.A.C Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.G Represent that Long Beach, Represent that D.P.G Represent that Long Beach, Represent that P.A.C Represent that Long Beach, Represent that Long Beach Represent that... Lets kick it off like this bitch... bitch please...you aint knowin The broadcast is directed by motherfuckin Snoop Doggy Dogg in this biznotch If youre not knowin, ya know! We gon kick it in your colon hole like this though 1-8-7.4 in your asshole like this If youre not knowin now your blowin... Shabadoo huh? We gon kick it like this to the Eastside L.B.C L.B.C. huh? S.D.C.? Fuck I heard it was uh, D.P.G

You can put it in a zag, Imma put it in a blunt You can sit in the back, Imma sit in the front No stunt, no pump It really dont matter cause I got what they want Snoop Dogg: They say all day we play in blow This is the only thing we know I blow kush again on the push again With a bad little cute little Mexican Wiz Khalifa: Zig zag how I roll mine You can tell I be a G how I hold mine I aint in a load of shit Imma own mine Bitch fuck with me stumble on a gold mine Snoop Dogg: Break bread Fake dead Punk bitch this is real life Executive branch what it feel like? Catch me if you can Im your local kush man Sitting in the stands with a hundred grand in my pants Wiz Khalifa: And I blow so much smoke Pure OG hit it once might choke See Imma go kick it with a bitch I could poke And you could ride to high school take a toke Wiz Khalifa: No stems no seeds Mac gave me all the class that a nigga need Just taught my old bitch how to roll weed And a nigga riding with me getting high with me Snoop Dogg: Squares are revving to my young nigga Devin Got the hanging out with Mac now we 24/7 On the go smoking dro Deep on the Westside Banging where its hood at Yep you gotta love that Wiz Khalifa: Yep I love that Niggas used to offer but I wouldnt Now Im all asking where the bud at Making it happen me and Mac just got two bitches cracking and they say they trying to smoke weed all night and down for getting tatted Snoop Dogg: Spatted up and tatted up Suit it up and boot it up Pioneers baby Aint nothing that you could do to us N. Hale Thats the high school Dev and Mac You we act like a damn fool Ya dig? You know what? It may sound crazy but uh Yeah... Dev and Mac High school... It may sound crazy but uh

You gotta come to freak girls right now Its poppin, like, niggas is throwing money left to right I say you bring that bag Music Major Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash Count that Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash Count that Count that up, count that up, count that up Count that Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash Count that Twenties, count that Hunnids, count that Dollars, count that Money, count that Paper Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash Count that Passion, Angy, Keshia, Brandy Tangy, paradise, obsession and candy Lily, butterfly What are you, what am I? Bella, Lorraine, Linda Rose On the stage, on the pole Oceanate, Pina Colada At the top, on the bottom Ace of diamonds, keep em shinin Crazy girls, oh yeah, we got em Daisy its crazy, and so is her home girl, Red Dont fuck around when it come around to pickin up that bread Its yours Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash Count that Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash Count that Count that up, count that up, count that up Count that Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash Count that Twenties, count that Hunnids, count that Dollars, count that Money, count that Paper Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash Count that Peaches and Desiree, baby girl thats from the A KeKe and Showtime, theres no time like today Champagne, Tyra, Coco and Chocolate Stina and Devina, Im lovin how yall poppin it XO, Hennessy, Patrón and lime after Baby say, roll the J, Tanqueray with pineapple Daisy its crazy, and so is her home girl, Red Dont fuck around when it come around to pickin up that bread Its yours Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash Count that Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash Count that Count that up, count that up, count that up Count that Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash Count that Count that, count that, count that, count that Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash Count that

Watch your mouth never speak on what you not know Im from the west coast I turn his face into a pothole 15 deep niggas creepin in the Tahoe Lets see you act macho when I pull the burner on ya Sideways like a taco Rap niggas weak, all talk like a Raldo Trunk full of cargo Dry like Barstow Arsenal run up on em Get up on em Drill em with the clips Niggas gon respect mine I run this whole shit Crip rag in my pocket Three eighty on my hip But back to this hip hop Who next on the list Gangstas dont kiss we get old and die rich I smoke till Im sleep Crush these niggas with my fist Your daddy was a coward yous a son of a bitch So back to the Glock with the infra-blue clip We hit licks and gang bang You on some T-Pain shit Chop the pop and 20 crip Watch the flames hit his whip Then Im back to the block shit Rock shit, hot shit Hit em in the chest Doggy run up in his pockets Misrepresenting sock him in his eye socket I sat back and let you little niggas make your profits Nonsense, Im watching, hoes out of pocket You heard what they say Dont block it till you knock it You stole my whole style Im bout to take you fools hostage Brrrah, bhrrrrah From the looks to the hooks Im looking at these new niggas flippin through my book Theres only one king Is you a pawn or a rook? I got hand machine guns and soldiers on foot So beef with me its none Nigga down South, huh? I throw a bullet at ya who gon catch it nigga duck Then send them goons at ya Turn your weapons into dust You against me its like trying to fight a bus Im at the BET Awards sitting in disgust Its still a +G Thang+ but yet they wanna be us They wanna be Daz They wanna be Kurupt Cash on delivery money up front Yeah Bubble kush out a purple blunt Whos the best nigga circle one Snoop Dogg Im large in the streets My arms and my feets knee deep in the game Im the best on the beat Let you little niggas speak And run for a treat Motherfuckin geeks All yall niggas owe me until you rest in peace And thats our D.P.G. motherfucka Thats real shit man How the fuck yall gon keep having these award shows out here on the west coast But aint no mutherfuckas from the west coast winning no awards, nigga? Its like that, its just like that We showed you niggas how to do this shit Bitch ass nigga. Want some, get some. Bad enough, take some

The world is so insane I gotta maintain Nothing is easy here Stand tall through the rain My heart will never change I gotta persevere The world is so insane I gotta maintain Nothing is easy here Stand tall through the rain My heart will never change I gotta persevere Past interference, perseverance Now let me say this clearly cause I needs no clearance Do you have insurance For you and your children? I say that I dont just to make an appearance Im standing tall, on the ball leanin back Black power, loc, Im tryna bring the meaning back Seems like a wish away Chillin like a villain on the corner With a burner in the pickle plane Freeze tag? Nah nigga, ease back Sackin up the peeznack of the creeznack in the beezack Or maybe its the freezer We gettin money on the spot where we Gs, huh? And we never gon slip up Until we get the whole zipper, tipper, Crip or, die Until the sun rise up to the stars County jail bars, beats and breaks And you know when the night fall... The world is so insane I gotta maintain Nothing is easy here Stand tall through the rain My heart will never change I gotta persevere The world is so insane I gotta maintain Nothing is easy here Stand tall through the rain My heart will never change I gotta persevere Faith, uh Violent shindig, bloody dance floor Violet Prince wig, what he stand for? Kimi Räikkönens Lotus position sit with the quickness Like a twisted double shore, Isthmus What is Christmas in the Cathouse? Copious Santa-hatted hoes blowin they backs out Fitting, meanwhile at the aftermath of the dance floor Hitting, sitting like Kimi when hes pitting With blood gently dripping, its something from Rudyard Kipling Or Trevanian, Blowanotherainian Characteristics caricatured into a ridiculous Or some mad fit imagining the status of the bones that his fist hit Hell die a little later Or maybe later more wearing something from Aitor Throup Nigga rich and waiter poor Firefighter igniting the paper wall inside of the Players Ball And gone The world is so insane I gotta maintain Nothing is easy here Stand tall through the rain My heart will never change I gotta persevere The world is so insane I gotta maintain Nothing is easy here Stand tall through the rain My heart will never change I gotta persevere The world is so insane I gotta maintain Nothing is easy here Stand tall through the rain My heart will never change I gotta persevere The world is so insane I gotta maintain Nothing is easy here Stand tall through the rain My heart will never change I gotta persevere I gotta persevere I gotta persevere I gotta persevere I gotta persevere I gotta persevere I gotta persevere I gotta persevere I gotta persevere I gotta persevere I gotta persevere I gotta persevere I gotta persevere

1992, Deep Cover hit the world and fell in love with Snoop Doggystyle came out, its like I dropped a bomb One of the greatest hip-hop records of all time I was young gettin money, livin wild and free Got on and I brought the whole Pound with me Didnt matter whos around, I kept it way too G Niggas knew it was Eastside L.B.C Gangsta shit, thats what a motherfuckin gangsta get The one up above didnt like my pace I was movin too fast and I caught that case I fought that case, wonder where the West would be if Ida lost that case I slow mine down, swimmin with the sharks and I almost drowned I done made some mistakes along the way To become the G I am today Who had ever thought Id make this far? Out the hood to be a big star And I aint goin nowhere Homie I aint never comin down Im too high in the clouds To ever have to worry bout that Im finally out And the critics hated on me cause I went to the South Said I wasnt gon shine, had me left for dead Switched sides, now my old boss want me dead Dropped the first of the three and you said it was weak No Limit Top Dogg, the return of the beast So from that point on I know what to do Dont worry bout them just do what you do Last Meal was the one that took me off the leash Thats the last time a nigga gon eat off of me Stack plaque after plaque, gain millions sold Im the Bo$$ of this bitch and I aint never went Gold, nigga I done made some mistakes along the way To become the G I am today Who had ever thought Id make this far? Out the hood to be a big star And I aint goin nowhere Homie I aint never comin down Im too high in the clouds To ever have to worry bout that Bo$$ of the City, Boss of the Coast Some other niggas tried but none of em come close They stuck lookin silly, but nothin like a loc The Bigg Bow Wow, I kill it with one stroke Thats what its about They tryin to tell a nigga what could come out his mouth Motherfucker Im a G, but first Im a man Freedom of Speech, bitch is a word you cant ban So they blamin me, sayin this my talk To some women as hoes, like its my fault Damn they lost, man they just dont know That a bitch is a bitch, and a ho is a ho Let them heaters cock and let them leaders talk Im gon be smokin dank, livin like a boss Let them heaters cock and let them leaders talk Imma be smokin my dank, livin like a boss, nigga I done made some mistakes along the way To become the G I am today Who had ever thought Id make this far? Out the hood to be a big star And I aint goin nowhere Homie I aint never comin down Im too high in the clouds To ever have to worry bout that

Bitches aint shit Bitches aint shit Bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts and suck the dick Lets get the fuck out after youre done And I hops in my ride to make a quick run I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night Tighter than the motherfucking gangster beats And we was balling on the motherfucking Compton streets Peep that shit got deep and it was on Number one song after number one song Long as my motherfucking pockets was fat I didnt give a fuck where the bitch was at But she was hanging with a white bitch doing the shit she do Sucking on his dick just to get a buck or two And the ends that she got meant nothing And now shes suing cause the shit she be doing aint shit She found herself short Thats real conversation for your ass I once had a bitch named Mandy May Used to be all in them guts like every day The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung I was in love like a motherfucka licking the pearl tongue The homies used to tell me that she wasnt no good But Im the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood So I figure niggas wouldnt trip with mine Guess what? Got gaffled by one time Im back in the motherfucking county jail Six months on my chest, now its time to bail I gets released on a hot sunny day My nigga D.O.C. and my homie Dr. Dre Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got the news Your girl was tricking while you was draped in the county blues I aint been out a second And already I gotta do some motherfucking chin checkin Move up the block as we groove down the block See my girls house, Dre, pass the Glock Kick in the do and I look on the flo Its my little cousin Daz and hes fucking my ho I uncocked my shit, Im heart-broke but Im still loced Bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts and suck the dick Lets get the fuck out after youre done And I hops in my ride to make a quick run I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night Tighter than the motherfucking gangster beats And we was balling on the motherfucking Compton streets Peep that shit got deep and it was on Number one song after number one song Long as my motherfucking pockets was fat I didnt give a fuck where the bitch was at But she was hanging with a white bitch doing the shit she do Sucking on his dick just to get a buck or two And the ends that she got meant nothing And now shes suing cause the shit she be doing aint shit She found herself short Thats real conversation for your ass Bitches cant hang with the streets Bitches cant hang with the streets Bitches cant hang with the streets Bitches cant hang with the streets

Yeah, yeah... Lil Jon and East Side Boyz Suga Free Bad Boy Snoop Dogg Oobie, wassup girl? And this nigga right here Sing it to them Nate Dogg Back in the days I use to like bitches But I tell you now days Bitches Aint Shit And if you wonder why I say this Ive had a lot of women and bitches think they slick Sneakin around fuckin around whenever were not around Actin all sophisticated, spending money that she didnt make I get so mad that I could slap her actin like she Cleopatra Aint no need to ask shes a slave to the money and Im the master Thats why I smoke Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Dont let no girl no bitch no man no nigga get in my way I keep my gun with me for peace I keep it right by my side Big Nate, Long Beach, wont keep, Lil Jon, TIGHT BEATS, so come on lets ride! Whats up with these tryin to play a nigga Go to court these Hoes straight slay a nigga No more dick in yo pussy just stick with your throat You aint gon get no child support Playing a nigga like you my one and only two-face hoe fucking me and my homie But i love yo gurl, naw i was just playing You say you love me if i was just paying Why i gotta be like that, why must i chase the cat Or really why must I chase the rat Nigga fucking bitches how bout that Wont you buy me a drink Let me hit yo dank? Wont you take me to yo crib Lets go to the mall Thats why I smoke Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Dont let no girl no bitch no man no nigga get in my way I keep my gun with me for peace I keep it right by my side Big Nate, Long Beach, wont keep, Lil Jon, TIGHT BEATS, so come on lets ride! Pimped out JAM, tiggle it? SLAM Pimpd out. JAM tiggle it? SLAM Pimpd out. JAM tiggle it? SLAM Pimpd out. JAM tiggle it? an SLAM Now dont get me started And never say what you wont do Cause your just a Reeses Pieces away from gettin turned out too Now I can give that man dap But how you gonna sue me for some child support When you aint sat down and wrote me a rap? See you cant ride two horses wit one hand Uh oh Suga Free the last dinosaur from caveman ave I toast to this I toast to that You can catch em on the dance floor, I toast to this And you know she aint got no panties, I toast to that Gooshie-Gooshie-Mooshie-Mooshie-Bushy- Gushy I can tell by the way she dance shes got some good pussy Thats why I smoke Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Dont let no girl no bitch no man no nigga get in my way I keep my gun with me for peace I keep it right by my side Big Nate, Long Beach, wont keep, Lil Jon, TIGHT BEATS, so come on lets ride! Yeah, Let me get a glass of that Puff Puff pass it back Doggy Dogg with a classic rap Blazing sacks back-to-back imagine that Im trying to holla at Shaniqua Champagne for me and my peoples VIPing, LBCing, DPGs, theyll be Gs Until the end of time, and well continue to shine My games gettin bigger, Its a Wrap. church my nigga Let me tell ya about a bitch Bitches are scandalous Bitches dont give a shit All a bitch want is that dick and money You aint get no loyalty Cause a bitch gon always scheme They love it when you fuck em They love it when you leave em Better yet when you mistreat em Fuck a bitch, nigga you dont need em You bitches, aint getting shit cause my smart dogs aint havin it There you have ladies and gentlemen Our description Of how these bitches be actin this Motherfucka that cant be All i gotta say is keep it pimpin pimpin And I dont trust these mothafuckin hoes

You in the office of the good doc again, lets walk again Its like clock again, the hood rock again You should pop it in,aint take it out That shit Dre on, you cant make it out The world aint set for what Im about to do Ninety-six tracks mixed down to two I stepped out the booth, called up Snoop Like toucan, Dre got colorful loops We can shoot, we can scrap We can rap, we can act We can mack these bitches, whatever you want Ol bitch ass niggas think its better to front How it be on the West, forever the hunt But I wont wear no bulls eye Bulls eye is how these fools die Waitin on school by Have you on the news by Yall know how the story goes We give a fuck about award shows Same shit about hoes Real niggas own platinum balls I aint got it on my neck nigga check my walls I think yall just tryin to insight us Yo I see how the world cant see these Eastsidaz All yall wanna criticize, fuckin with us tryin to get a ride Thats when my shit flies And heres where the pimp lies I spit game at the globe First week deuce five Id rather be ridin than walkin While all you loud mouth niggas keep talkin All you high paid niggas stay fly Imma slide left, fly right on by Imma do it on the boulevard Fast bitches, fast cars and stars Stayin bossed up eatin caviar Lookin for the next play to have it all, ah nah Its funny how the game goes New face but they look like the same hoes I try to get away, everybody wanna hit of Dre Stay focused, bang I done hit a day Nigga fuck what cha heard, shit is all lies Niggas mad Dre and Snoop stayin multi Fuck yall, wanna slice and its all mine My career in fifth gear while yalls dyin You thinkin California all sun and surf, for sho I can see you walkin under the Earth My gun burst em And I still got my first mil Still bounce till I feel like the Earth tilt Every club, Dre and Snoop loudest G-Funk, get it crunk like the Dirty South Hold ya mouth, you aint worth a third of me A word from me, exclusive as a surgery But I dont use a scalpel, chainsaw shoppin My fingerprints all over the top ten Like that Whole staffll come through and spin Either on the film or the two-inch wheel Behind the wheel of a sixty-four I cant stop till I done fifty totes Yall motherfuckers know me I smoke a lot of weed, sayin fuck a pass like Kobe Rock on, rock on, keep movin on Groovin on and hold ya on

Sometimes I feel lost like a runaway, read over the dire Reap while I stay gettin Richard like Pryor Need to put the gun away cause I got priors Its hard to stay rollin when the world full of riders Bullet tip on fire, flyin down sunset Motivated to win, like I aint won yet Think shit over? Hell naw I aint done yet I L-B-see yall prayin that a G fall Tonight its goin down like free fall Chevy bouncin up and down like a fuckin see-saw Trippin off hate, no Hee-Haw All blacks locs on the loc actin like I dont see yall Doing that shit to demean Dogg But when I bring it to you, you be like What you mean Dogg? Then we go back and forth, like its ping-pong Knowin I should just ring ya bell, ding dong! But thats one thing about this shit partner Every move is so watched by these rich boxers So why should I lose all my rich sponsors? Im gone then you suddenly hip-hoppin? Sheeit, sip the gin then Im in the wind Pop a beam like a M&M So strong yet a nigga thin Rappers stay sayin Slim so Shady but aint talkin Eminem So fuck you, him, and him I was gangbangin befo a nigga entered in No facade, I went from the yard To a three-car garage to, instant menage its Vintage, relentless, I mean this, I promise No Suge, No Dre, Ida did this regardless And thats what Im supposed to think Flinch at me like Im supposed to blink Motherfucker this Crip still, hard to swallow like a big pill Pushin 40s still a big deal Ponytail still swangin, hair still braided Laker to a Clipper I wont be faded Nigga! So buzz on that shit Backflip back to plaque shit Blue red white to black shit, but for the green I send a whole motherfuckin team to clap shit React to mack shit, problem, terrorist Fuck this rap shit! Shots fired Suspect down Request EMT immediately

Eternally thug nigga Hilfiger, made by Tommy So when I speak, hope to reach my Boricua mammies Oh, come to poppy, I love it when its wet and sloppy In and out the mouthpiece, until I cum, no one can stop me My bump n grindll do ya every time Come get a blast of this thug passion, itll blow your mind Hey! Throw up your legs, wrap them shits around my back Its a Westside thing, fuckin hoes around the map Walkin down 125 while Im peepin out hotties And they, seduce my Jimmy, Ill be screamin, Give me body Make em all scream my name out, give me my props And dont ya, love how this thug nigga beat up the cop Im at the Rican parade, Im watching caramel bitches play Get with real niggas, bullshit ll never get you paid This is the dream of a young black teen I fiend for hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend Now cmon I can tell that you want it By the way your dancing on the floor By the look in your eyes I can tell you want some more Dont worry bout it, just keep doing what you do Girl, tonight you can be International Okay, look, check it out Nipsey, when I pull up to the club on them chrome things Im crispy, shining from my wrist to my gold chain Anywhere I go, I keep it hood, I never change If it aint up on my lap, got it stashed in the Range Bang, bang, Im getting bread on the proper Private jet, anywhere I tell him he gon fly to My respect had these girls saying, Daddy I do Anything you ask, get it crackin when I slide through As God as my witness, right hand on the bible In Tokyo, honey turned it up, arigatou Got stroked fa sho, now up in Atlanta in the strip club She thick, cuz, took me to the SWATS, where the crib was Went full throttle, got it crackin, I aint bashful From the kitchen to the countertop, in the bathroom Flips mo, trips mo stamps on my passport Told her drop me off at Hartsville, Im international I can tell that you want it By the way your dancing on the floor By the look in your eyes I can tell you want some more Dont worry bout it just keep doing what you do Girl tonight you can be International (Young Dre The Truth, Makaveli LT Hutton, Nipsey) Its Mr. Hoodnational, rider with a passport Just landed from Paris homie pick me up, Im at the airport With two bottles of Moet and a bottle of Port Can we, get something poppin cause tomorrow got court So of course Im ready to get it, feel it going down right now Hopped in the whip, popped the bottle, lit a blunt right now Did about a buck-fifty, seconds later, the party right now We celebrating Makaveli - 2Pacalypse Now Escape through the front door, they shootin up on tippy toes Cruisin up to get the dough If you lose a chick then let her go She done chose, its over, bro Look around, its Harleyville Dimes in high heels came from Japan to go to Cali to chill They choosin for real with no grill in my dental Peep, my swagger tremendous, make moves monumental It was me, three mamis, E-40 and Pac At the Le Mondrian after party, it just dont stop I can tell that you want it By the way your dancing on the floor By the look in your eyes I can tell you want some more Dont worry bout it just keep doing what you do Girl tonight you can be...International

As we go on Like we do When its hot outside I just wanna chill with you What you need? Is put ya mind at ease Heres a little sun shine, a drink and a summer breeze Oh! Do-do-do, do-do-do Lets smoke and ride Baby if you feel the same, let me know I wanna rock ya, girl Yes I do! What you got to lose? You done made it to see a whole nother summer and it feel good Stop, now , top down through the neighborhood Let the wind blow, open up the window That girl is poison like Bell Biv Devoe We have a barbeque to do at four Swimming pool party in the back on the low BYOB, and the plates of food will be laid out for free Little kids get down, I’ll have a bus pull up with Tommy The Clown Now do The Jerk, get crunk, go to work And do that dance thatll make your whole damn body hurt Playing mama dear, calm and clear This that time of the year For everybody to be boisterous Rock with Snoop Dogg and rejoice to this As we go on Like we do When its hot outside I just wanna chill with you What you need? Is put ya mind at ease Heres a little sun shine, a drink and a summer breeze Oh! Do-do-do, do-do-do Lets smoke and ride Baby if you feel the same, let me know I wanna rock ya, girl Yes I do! What you got to lose? Shined up my white walls, night falls Im feeling hella good Im doin thangs that you never would Like surfin with the sharks, or shootin in the dark Riding on a bike with my grandson at the park Evolve while I elevate, take flight, levitate Breakfast for dinner, Im cold as a mother, but the summer aint the winter Finna, bend a, corner, on a three wheel motion Im heading to the ocean, caravan full of cars Neighborhood stars, up and down the boulevard We go, till we cant go no more Its me and mines, its summertime You go off and we go on As we go on Like we do When its hot outside I just wanna chill with you What you need? Is put ya mind at ease Heres a little sun shine, a drink and a summer breeze Oh! Do-do-do, do-do-do Lets smoke and ride Baby if you feel the same, let me know I wanna rock ya, girl Yes I do! What you got to lose?

Yeah yeah yeah, make some motherfuckin noise Yo Doggy Dogg youre on, live on stage Performing tonight You know! The one and only Don Corleone The big homey, yknow me Well if its on, then I guess its bout time Let me slide into this OG rhyme I do mine the way I do mine And I takes my time when Im droppin my lines I look around, I spot MCs All in the place all wannabes Tryin to make their paper, tryin to do they thang But to me they all tryin to say the same thang How could you rap over beats that whack? You aint reachin the crowd, you aint makin your fact You aint droppin lines that hit the top You cant make the party go hip-hop And you cant do your thing without using mine We get and steal, I see youre on the grind But Ima take my time to get my point across And if you get caught up in the rap shit then got lost And if you get tossed its on your own, its your own fault See I gots ta get mine, I dont try no song I just move on, groove on, try to prove on Then I do mines to do mines and Imma keep on, keep on, keep on To getcha you in a... .smooth type of atmosphere Sit back and pay attention yeah You aint never heard it like that Uhh, is that right? Thats right black But uhh Six minutes , six minutes Six minutes, Doggy Dogg youre on Uh uh on, uh uh on Excuse me Doggy Dogg youre on Six minutes , six minutes Six minutes Doggy Dogg youre on Uh uh on, uh uh on Excuse me Doggy Dogg youre on I gets my hair whipped on Friday, my day, why they Even trippin on me? Yeah the big homey Gamey Gamey says Snoop Corleone Listen to me man, stay away from them phonies Its niggas like that that get you caught up quick You gots ta stay focussed Dogg, keep your eye on your grip Cos if you slip they gon getcha and they gon getcha fast These niggas out for your money man, they tryna get your cash I dont give a damn, you gots ta match You can be from the East Coast and get love cos I aint trippin on your ass I dont smash on niggas who are smaller than me I smash on niggas who big like the DPGC Oohwee, I getcha crazy You gots ta have a stomach for this shit, baby And if ya dont you wont, you fake the funk See Snoop is the G in the G-Funk Now dont do nuttin that you cant get out of Uh uh, you know I got big love for the real Gs We make mo Gs, I gots ta have it Six minutes , six minutes Six minutes, Doggy Dogg youre on Uh uh on, uh uh on Excuse me Doggy Dogg youre on Six minutes , six minutes Six minutes Doggy Dogg youre on Uh uh on, uh uh on Excuse me Doggy Dogg youre on I got the, I got the, I got the paper I keep ya, I keep ya, I keep ya cryin I thought ya, I thought ya knew my nigga Ya better, ya better ask somebody Uh, it dont quit Now let me take my time and just get into the shit Im just driftin, so swift and smooth How many niggas make the whole party move like I do? I cant name nobody So sit back relax and let the Dogg rock the party Aint no party like a DP party Cos everybody in the DP partys naughty They acts a fool, old school, new school Everything is everything, everybody playin cool Aint no set trippin, everybody just dippin Bitches gettin with niggas and niggas gettin bitches Its all superb, word to my momma Aint no drama, no need for that You can put your gat back in your pocket Unlock it cos Snoop Dogg is on the mic, I plan to rock it Dont stop, Six minutes , six minutes Six minutes, Doggy Dogg youre on Uh uh on, uh uh on Excuse me Doggy Dogg youre on Six minutes , six minutes Six minutes Doggy Dogg youre on Uh uh on, uh uh on Excuse me Doggy Dogg youre on

Daddy, I wanna ride in that old school today You wanna ride in that old school, what you wanna ride in that fo? Im tryna get this money, man Oh, yeah? What you know about getting money? See youre gonna be a problem just like your older brother, fool I aint mad at you though, sun is hot, huh? Guess I might as well shine on a few today Aight man, come on! Where my keys at? I gotta hit this corner homie Real anticipation Shit i was getting money A couple nigga hating A couple bitches waiting too Tell them to pick a number Look like laguna,kinda hard to keep them getting under Im in my old school,swingin like im stevie wonder They say my wrist dont make sense ,i call them dumb and dumber I track your feel through half these women call me trae the runner I keep a shooter riding with that oklahoma thunder When he done he switch up cities like if he james harding You about that wood? i like to beg your motherfucking pardon You better find someone to play with Im in my old school coolin nigga Better not say shit Hit the block homie,shine on them like lights Let the ceiling take flight Beat the trunk on them Let the 4s poke out so fuck niggas be about A couple women with with me, aint hard to see what they about So much ass they cant get out It aint no point of flexing I grab my 6 and money until my hustle run out Keep more wood than a cabin Nigga what really happen? Paint hard as fuck,leather soft as a napkin Yeah the truth leaning corners like its purple rain Im moving slow with somthing floating on them purple planes Body thick as hell,picture in the perfect frame Lord knows i only seen her ass,i never heard her name The black stayed up,terrific king like the national champ Real nigga exercizing till i catch a cramp Slow loud and banging when im itching the other chick to stand Fore i pull my rank and send the word to rearrange the camp Im in my old school,this whip cold fool Earthquake,i have it beatin through your soul fool Brown cadillac,white chevrolet All day every day Candy paint dripping,man i aint ever slipping Yeah im 20 cripping I keep my music loud As i move the crowd With the windows down Banging that motown Blowing the dogg pound They tell me slow down Times wasting ,im going to go get it Drop the top,lifting out cities Squat it, got it, feeling good Rolling around my neighborhood Bossing up,tossing up cash Glass house ,ass drag Go to the store and get me one more Low riders, three or four Cali chronic is all that we blow Trae the truth right from the intro So when you get down to your last few dollars Really wanna sell it but you dont wanna holler Laid laid back back Lean lean to the side AC blowing,now you know it How we rolling on the west side

As I take a look down the boulevard Full of ghetto youth, life is very hard So many faces bearing the battle scars But love I bring to the people Coming straight from the heart If crisis is what we see All over the world is pure controversy One man can’t put the price pan humanity It seems like the whole world’s gone crazy Everybody knows Johnny came from the roughest part of town Survived the School of Hard Knocks but still came up and made his chips The realest life, never watch it down Walk with a gun through the heart of town We hearin bam bam bam, a familiar sound To the youth down in the gully where Johnny boy done grow He never thought that he would make it out It’s crabs in the barrel down in ST close Poor Johnny Johnny got stuck for his money Things get funny when you rump with the daddy Later on the goons pull up in the black Caddy Next step on the news them find another dead body Tales for the inner city We break it right down to the nitty gritty Who’s responsible for the crime and poverty? What a tragedy Wayoo I wish that I could singlehandedly free the entire planet Earth from crime and poverty Me heart would a love to see the day When we burn racism, jealousy, and hate And if everyone should participate Come into slavery, we would be emancipated If we break our eggs then co-operate Not no can stop we from achieving the greatest

Yeah, uh The I-N-T-E double L Here we go, uh Yeah, The Meth Lab, uh Here we go I said shout out to the west side But Im from the east side And you know that we ride Bumpin hard beats off the G ride Throwin up the peace sign, lookin for some feline Crushin Power-U, thats how I do I said shout out to the west side But Im from the east side And you know that we ride Bumpin hard beats off the G ride Throwin up the peace sign, lookin for some feline Crushin Power-U, thats how I do it in the mean time I said welcome to the rec room, not a lot of headroom Im sacrificin virgins, catch the beats in my bedroom Go against the W, then you might be dead soon I could make the sky bleed, but ya call it red moon I never been ordinary, carry weapons more than heavy Mind was designed to be primed cause Im more than ready If you sharpen your machete, better get that coffin ready Run up in your crib, I fuck your wife and eat up your spaghetti All I do is write rhymes, smoke trees and pipe dimes Hustle all day then continue through the nighttime Nasty like a pipeline, vigilantly fight crime Rappers are my sons, I be worried like a white mom Wu gang is next up , better have them checks cut Taxes too high, Bye Felicia man, we fed up Other rappers sped up they be outta pocket See, I cant wait til I ball out like Fetty Socket I said shout out to the west side But Im from the east side And you know that we ride Bumpin hard beats off the G ride Throwin up the peace sign, lookin for some feline Crushin Power-U, thats how I do I said shout out to the west side But Im from the east side And you know that we ride Bumpin hard beats off the G ride Throwin up the peace sign, lookin for some feline Crushin Power-U, thats how I do it in the mean time Im bout to hit em with that yes yall You rockin wit the best, yall Verbally, Im skilled, plus, sometime I take the S off Thatll leave you killed, bucket list that youve been checked off Meth with the F, basically its me and F yall How can I forget Protect Ya Neck, dog? Not X, dog, love some DMX I am practically DM an X, dog Matter fact my next bar colder Better yet, its hot yoga You get stretched forward, dog Do respect, I dont respect yall That said, Ima keep the track fed Look, if he aint dead, he better act dead P-L-O forever, peace to Achmed Type to say whats crackin to a crackhead Blacker than your face, thats a blackhead Need to be Proactive These rap kids need to know the meanin of what rap is Before they say they rappers I can say I mastered everything they talkin bout And after its all said and done, youll see my jersey in the rafters I said shout out to the west side But Im from the east side And you know that we ride Bumpin hard beats off the G ride Throwin up the peace sign, lookin for some feline Crushin Power-U, thats how I do I said shout out to the west side But Im from the east side And you know that we ride Bumpin hard beats off the G ride Throwin up the peace sign, lookin for some feline Crushin Power-U, thats how I do it in the mean time Im sorry to keep you waitin cause Ive been cultivatin Thuggish through my duration Doin public relations Countin money, doin TV shows I cant believe he goes underground then mainstream Super supreme and the cream rules everything You fools do a lot of talkin but you never swing And thats on everything See, Im a king so I look upon my scruples And then pinpoint which one will be my next pupil Concentrated, its levels and layers Devils and players, Jokers Wild While Im strokin her down, well be smokin a pound And we came to par-tay, three the hard way Johnny Blaze, Snoop Dogg and my nephew You cant smoke with us, nigga, we left you In the dust , on the bus homie, we dont give a fuck Long Beach, nigga, east side I said shout out to the west side But Im from the east side And you know that we ride Bumpin hard beats off the G ride Throwin up the peace sign, lookin for some feline Crushin Power-U, thats how I do I said shout out to the west side But Im from the east side And you know that we ride Bumpin hard beats off the G ride Throwin up the peace sign, lookin for some feline Crushin Power-U, thats how I do it in the mean time

I knew that, I knew that You were lookin at me Thats when the blood start rushing I knew that, I knew that You would leave your spot when you got hot And youre goin again I love when you seein shes goin to the bathroom Got 5 minutes to exchange numbers No Im not callin you, whats your sign I know your name, it must be under cover Went out tonight, I think of my life Im sick and tired of rouge, yea Then, threw caution to the wind cause F it, who cares So tonight Im gon be Riding on your, riding on your Riding on your wave girl And I feel like, ooh Riding on your, riding on your Riding on your wave girl And I feel like, ooh I knew that, I knew that You were lookin at me Thats when the blood start rushing I knew that, I knew that You would leave your spot when you got hot And youre goin again I love when you seein shes goin to the bathroom Got 5 minutes to exchange them buds No Im not callin you, whats your sign I know your name, it must be under cover Thinkin to myself if I was a freaky dink Whats crackin homie? Aint you aint gonna see me in this club next week, no So tonight Im gon be Riding on your, riding on your Riding on your wave girl And I feel like, ooh Riding on your, riding on your Riding on your wave girl And I feel like, ooh I knew that, I knew that You were lookin at me Thats when the blood start rushing I knew that, I knew that You would leave your spot when you got hot And youre goin again I love when you seein shes goin to the bathroom Got 5 minutes to exchange them buds No Im not callin you, whats your sign I know your name, it must be under cover I hope you got your rest and you dont need to sleep Dont be slacking homie Grab me by the proof so I dont miss a beat Baby, so tonight Im gon be Riding on your, riding on your Riding on your wave girl And I feel like, ooh Riding on your, riding on your Riding on your wave girl And I feel like, ooh I knew that, I knew that You were lookin at me Thats when the blood start rushing I knew that, I knew that You would leave your spot when you got hot And youre goin again I love when you seein shes goin to the bathroom Got 5 minutes to exchange them buds No Im not callin you, whats your sign I know your name, it must be under cover

Roll me up and smoke me when I die And if anyone dont like it, just look em in the eye I didnt come here, and I aint leaving So dont sit around and cry Just roll me up and smoke me when I die Now, you wont see no sad and teary eyes When I get my wings and its my time to fly Call my friends and tell em Theres a party, come on by Now just roll me up and smoke me when I die Roll me up and smoke me when I die And if anyone dont like it, just look em in the eye I didnt come here, and I aint leaving So dont sit around and cry Just roll me up and smoke me when I die When Id go Ive been here long enough So youll sing and tell more jokes and dance and stuff Just keep the music playing Thatll be a good goodbye Roll me up and smoke me when I die Roll me up and smoke me when I die And if anyone dont like it, just look em in the eye I didnt come here, and I aint leaving So dont sit around and cry Just roll me up and smoke me when I die Hey, take me out and build a roaring fire Roll me in the flames for about an hour Then take me out and twist me up And point me towards the sky And roll me up and smoke me when I die Roll me up and smoke me when I die And if anyone dont like it, just look em in the eye I didnt come here, and I aint leaving So dont sit around and cry Just roll me up and smoke me when I die

Uh, in this world after one thing Get your money man, like my uncle told me Haven’t slept since, cause my dreams real big I aint even rich yet, so get up off my dick bitch Oh shit haters through the mist, on some g-shit Low clip, pop gun, hot toast, brutal shit You a little noodle drip, watch a shark eat the fish Ever seen piranha, it’s like the movie jaws again Leave a nigga barbershop, chop his top, head gone Too fly, three strong, nick name, gold bones What the fuck you boys want Roll on you like a joint Talk behind a nigga back but muthafucka don’t you point KFC by the bucket, thats really raw AK’s you can’t tuck it, thats really raw Watching porno’s on the iPad, thats really raw Lamborghini’s with the wide back, its really raw It’s that raw from the Crippers, Pyru’s and strippers Homie, you could tip her, but I already get her Harder than I did her, same shit, get no different Aint no fun if the homies can’t hit it Bitches, ice cold heart make you shiver I got the flow, make summer turn winter Ch-ch-chilly raw cheese steak made up in Philly I come in peace like a hippie Piece on my chain, grandma say that silly The new sports car, retard, Timmy Watching porno’s on the ipad, illy Tryna follow my style, don’t get dizzy muthafucka what you know ’bout Jerseys with the stealers, thats really raw 20 niggas on four wheelers, thats really raw Going green, thats so cool, thats really raw My jacket smell like jet fuel, it’s killing y’all Just bought a ’77 baby blue Cadillac Run it down, set it off, let it off, get back Diss this twist, this is one of my flavas Guerilla’s, lions and tigers, they all of my neighbours Swinging from a vine, like step in my limelight My kids and my wife and my life got my mind right Now, what do you do when they spray with the AK Retaliate nigga cause ya life full of melee We got the heat for the street, let me that dough Ya boy talkin like we don’t know Blast pass with the forks, no you rollin’ with the locusts Been the pimpest and the hippest and I’ve always been the dopest Peep my style Louis bags you can’t order, thats really raw Miami cribs on blue water, thats really raw Blood making the game redder, thats really raw Nigga we hot like Mayweather, it’s killin’ y’all P stand for Pacquiao nigga California Nas I’m more raw than red snapper in the pacific ocean More raw than the brick as soon as you split it open Talkin’, the kitchen smokin Talkin’ the pots bubbling I got the blueberry on deck but not muffins My Glock stuffed in my Levi’s My Levis on the buttersoft leather Panamera 4-door Porsche My chick named Portia They two in the same, my stick game is torture Monday night raw, got niggas in figure four locks Hit the block Y-O, you would think it was four Lox I don’t rap for Billboard spots I just wanna fuck as many bitches as I can and cop some more drops Raw Gargling with champagne, thats really raw Classic millionaire frames, thats really raw White tee’s and Jordan 3′s, thats really raw Windmilling with them shits on, killin’ y’all Nigga, raw

I can send a missile I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel Eyes peeled when I wiggle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel This is not a starter pistol I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel If you need me just whistle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel From the depths of the sea Blowing trees in the big leagues I got a plan, Im going ham on all you DBs You better double me up, safety cover me up Single coverage wont work boy, Ill burn him up Give me the damn ball, move the chains at the same time Dressed to impress when its game time, flame mine Im wide open, hoping, scoping out the scene Catch a quick screen, cake walk on your whole team Will he beam, will he run, will he walk, talk, or will he lean I need riders and goons when I build a team I get it cracking with the snap of the wrist Its nothing less than a championship, now peep this Call a few plays then break the huddle Check that D, they in the zone no rebuttal I can throw a strike down the pipe about 80 Hand full of rings, Im shady like Brady I can send a missile I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel Eyes peeled when I wiggle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel This is not a starter pistol I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel If you need me just whistle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel Im in full beast mode, too cold to be cut down Lifting weights, staying in shape, wont be shut down Antonio Brown or Julio Jones One on each side, now who do you zone They on me like a bloodhound cause I wont go down Its like a merry-go-round the way Im bending my routes Im so sick with this, they cant stick me Stick to to this Sports Illustrated, get a flick of this Lost him, cross him, quarterback toss Highest point homie had the Randy Moss him One hand as I shook him off me Some OBJ with a dab of that DJ coffin, get off me Call a few plays then break the huddle Check that D, they in the zone no rebuttal I can throw a strike down the pipe about 80 Hand full of rings, Im shady like Brady I can send a missile I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel Eyes peeled when I wiggle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel This is not a starter pistol I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel If you need me just whistle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel If you play wing back, slot end, or receiver You got to outwork your opponent or you wont receive a Pass from the quarterback cause hes under pressure They get a couple 1DBs about to press up Looking apart from the start, on the dress up Coach on the play, Im hoping that he dont mess up Ayy back up off me, you playing me close You bout to be hot buttered on a breakfast toast I rock it out and find my way into the endzone A couple cheerleaders want to be in my friendzone I tell em Cool, I keep my head in the game Cause Im ahead of the game and Im a veteran man Call a few plays then break the huddle Check that D, they in the zone no rebuttal I can throw a strike down the pipe about 80 Hand full of rings, Im shady like Brady I can send a missile I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel Eyes peeled when I wiggle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel This is not a starter pistol I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel If you need me just whistle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel A swivel

Back in your ass with a twenty sack Straight up Dogg Pound Gangstas in effect for the 9-5 yknow? We been havin a little confrontation With a lot of motherfuckers out there and But yknow they just cant do the thangs that we seem to do And the things that we seem to do is make platinum hits! Straight up Motherfuckers cant even fade me N-N-Now who the hell wanna face me? To make me act a complete fool lately Its been cool, my mentality plus dope helps me cope With no smoke, Im depressed and easily to provoke 45s and Nines Im heated Me and Kurupt puffin on a Berry all day Repeatedly and immediately in the days we stoned and phased In the back of the truck lies a gauge for any buster Acting brave Maybe I can see what no other rapper will assault With my skills to murder em all And cant be friendly when you know Im after ya Got the heart to blast atcha, matter-of-fact To capture those who dont belong be on the strong Gots to pack up and jet, booty rappers dont have long Now can I get a witness? My riches attract women wit class That nigga Daz is about to mash all over for da cash Blast than dash, me in the getaway car now Known rap stars turn to outlaws, wanted for the murder The motive of death is fuck yall Dogg Pound Gangsta click I represent Dogg Pound to the fullest cos Im Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggas So when you see the D-O-double G, sleep creep low I see through you but you cant see me I see through you oh so clearly Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggas So when you see the D-O-double G, sleep creep low N-N-Now ya escapade and ya gettin braven masqueradin Around town like ya paid, so wheres the stack? Attract the wrong eyes to the Buick out back Now Im a dump until I feel I made ya lungs collapse The assembly for dismemberin when Im strapped Off Hennessey I blast that ass to Tennessee and back Whos that? Im hopin Im about to bust this fools back open Im laid back scopin, but dont open The three main ingredients to the plot: Some weed; my nigga D-A-Z; and some heat cocked I just concoct the schemes, the perfect team We take gettin paid to the extreme, it seems that Im a Bring a little more than the drama Come dash, two litres and Daz down to mash cos Imma Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggas So when you see the D-O-double G, sleep creep low I see through you but you cant see me I see through you oh so clearly Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggas So when you see the D-O-double G, sleep creep low Now that I open my eyes to no surprise to these imitations But I keep my mind disguised when in elevation No hesitation, the ground beneath my Kroker sacks Rear behind my back, I mean I bring ya grey blue brown to black Straps front to back, so what you want with that? It comes with a ticket for you till they stone flat Hoes say that, I like your cyco-azz, trigger fast nigga So, when I see you imma hit the flow thats how the shit go Shit hit the fan goddamn, kill or see kill, it never phase me Topics flow on regular cause topic happen daily Now what amaze me? Was poppin on down my hat And now I come strapped with some of these thunder raps Like this, uncut then I get uncocked Apparently, for some reason, that keeps gettin a lot Now put this on some of that and put that to a stop But you can put that on me Because I sold the ki to the beef And as you can see never early, ya late, collaborate professionally Now peep as I drop bombs on your Moms like songs When Im rainin no pain, no gain when Im maintainin This lyrical explosion and my nigga Daz on react With this track gotcha open, poetical graffiti Hershey gotta pound for ya town and delete to the needy Lyrics to test drugs like P-C-P And I aint lie till I die D-P-G-C and I stay Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggas So when you see the D-O-double G, sleep creep low I see through you but you cant see me I see through you oh so clearly Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggas So when you see the D-O-double G, sleep creep low I see through you but you cant see me I see through you oh so clearly Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggas So when you see the D-O-double G, sleep creep low You murderer, you murderer Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggas So when you see the D-O-double G, sleep creep low I see through you but you cant see me I see through you oh so clearly Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggas So when you see the D-O-double G, sleep creep low I see through you but you cant see me I see through you oh so clearly Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggas So when you see the D-O-double G, sleep creep low Murderer, Murderer You Murderer, You murderer Thats what Im sayin yknow? Still puttin it down like we suppose to EveryDay, all day, it dont stop and it dont quit So pack up your shh and bail out or die. Ha Ha! Alright everybody, this is a fuckin raid Anybody try to leave, I pump one in ya ass.

Say man that nigga Snoop Dogg promised me a record deal man That nigga promised me he was gon come over man and do some things with me man That nigga Snoop Dogg promised me, man the nigga promised a whole lotta stuff man But he didnt come through man Look nigga, Ima promise you this One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but Ima promise you this With your hand up you need to man up, lil bitch Ima promise you this Nigga had to walk bout four days These niggas actin like hoes nowadays When I was young I used to hustle for my own shit A 20 nigga slanging with them insane crips I made my way out they call me Snoop Eastwood Didnt forget where I came from, went back to the hood Signed niggas, gave jobs and I made bail And kept a lot of motherfuckers from goin back to jail Retail, hoe sale, OGs wont tell Oh yeah they will, oh yeah they will But I paid no mind I get back on my grind I had a football dream to have a football league and I did that One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but Ima promise you this With your hand up you need to man up, lil bitch Ima promise you this One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but Ima promise you this With your hand up you need to man up, lil bitch Ima promise you this Niggas said somethiing outta place, dawg Ima let it go, I cant catch a case dawg These motherfuckers prayin on my downfall I run the paint when it comes to this roundball See Im a legendary nigga doin legendary shit Smoking on the blunt with your temporary bitch One things for certain, two thangs for sho Im a Long Beach nigga everywhere that I go If I do, if I dont, if I will, if I wont See time is money and its the first of the month Quit actin funny my nigga And go get your money my nigga He do, 3, 2 One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but Ima promise you this With your hand up you need to man up, lil bitch Ima promise you this One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but Ima promise you this With your hand up you need to man up, lil bitch Ima promise you this Say man Look I dont even promise my wife or my kids nothin So what I look like promising you something nigga Look here you need to get up, get out, get something One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but Ima promise you this With your hand up you need to man up, lil bitch Ima promise you this

Okay, are yall ready? Turn it up, Snoop Yeah, lets go to church like yah! Come on, everybody clap your hands 1,2 Listen up, let me testify how Gods been good to me He came through for me time after time Even when I didnt believe When my life took a real bad turn He turned it for my good He never left me, nor forgot me Just like He said He would You are the antidote Youre the healing for my soul You are the remedy You have been so good to me You are my hearts desire Youre the reason for this burning fire You are the friend in me Everything God that I ever need is in You You Everything Ill ever need is in You You You Everything Ill ever need is in You You Everything Ill ever need is in You You Here we go, Verse 2 Everybodys got a story to tell how good You are Oh God, how Youre the great Redeemer And You brought us out of the dark No words can even describe just how good Youve been So glad that I know You and that Youre deep within You are the antidote Youre the healing for my soul You are the remedy You have been so good to me You are my hearts desire Youre the reason for this burning fire You are the friend in me Everything God that Ill ever need is in You You My life, my health and strength is in You You Every blessing, every good thing, its in You You Hallelujah, its in You You Everybody just clap your hands like You You Father, Youre everything to me All I need is You You Youre my joy, Youre my peace, all I need is You You I gotta lift my hands and praise You You Now everybody raise your voice with me and sing oh Oh-oh, oh-o-oh Oh-oh, oh-o-oh Oh-oh, oh-o-oh Oh-oh, oh-o-oh Oh-oh, oh-o-oh Oh-oh, oh-o-oh

Ladies and gentlemen As we proceed, to give you what you need Swizz Beatz Swizz Beatz Swizz Beatz Hey ladies, can I get a witness? Throw your hands in the air Throw your hands in the air See I go to Las Vegas and I ball like a dog Me and my brother CD hog up the mall Mami so fly and I matched her car Matchin mink with the matchin dog We flew G4 so you know how we ball We came twenty inches, just me and my dogs Me, Puff, and Kiss, the Swizz-a-sweet boys The birdman daddy I fly in any car Its the Birdlady baby and she Burberry Burberry So so fly her diamonds are all karats Earring rock her life so fly She love twenty inches with the wide deep tires Hey ladies, can I get a witness? Lah da da da da-da Tell em what they dealin with Throw your hands in the air Throw your hands in the air Hey fellas, tell em what they dealin with Big house big boats Big cars superstars Im from a town where it go down at Couple dudes is real but for the most part they low down rats And I dont know about the ghetto they hearin Im in the musty yellow McClaren You cant even tell how Im steering Its too exotic, niggas act different kinda funny I guess its cause Im dealin wit a different kind of money And I dont wanna drive it if it cost under 2 cent And even though I hate they force me to get the new Bent Assholes, my passport is like castrolls Yall niggas still tryin to pass go You know I throw darts like a bow and a arrow Remember this, the business is big and so is the barrel, what Hey ladies, can I get a witness? Lah da da da da-da Tell em what they dealin with Throw your hands in the air Throw your hands in the air Hey fellas, tell em what they dealin with Big house big boats Big cars superstars I got a large house, a dog house in my backyard And even my doghouse got a backyard Big cars, cigars and big biscuits The kid is doin it big, its Big Business My bosses in here, whores is in here The Murciélago doors in the air yeah The dough I be grippin it all up The dro I be getting Im twistin it all up The flows I be flippin and switching em all up And the hoes I be hitting be lickin it all up The new kid on the block, admit it its hot Cause Im great like the late Pun, Biggie, and Pac Fa shizzle dizzle, its Big Snoopy D-O double Gizzle Wit my nephew Swizzle, you know its off the hizzle I got to pop it for ya, knock it for ya, rock it for ya Do it on the strip of love, you aint got to call my lawyer Chop a sucka down for ya like Im Tom Sawyer Chip-chip away, Ruff Rydin everyday See on the East Side we slide on a different page And get 100 thousand everytime we hit the stage Keep a gauge, just incase you wanna act up Cock back, and go back up - back up So stop trippin off, your breezy Look, Im not Mr. Big but Ill let you down easy Hey ladies, can I get a witness? Lah da da da da-da Tell em what they dealin with Throw your hands in the air Throw your hands in the air Hey fellas, tell em what they dealin with Big house big boats Big cars superstars Swizz Beatz - get money Swizz Beatz - make money Hey ladies, can I get a witness? Lah da da da da-da Tell em what they dealin with Throw your hands in the air Throw your hands in the air Hey fellas, tell em what they dealin with Big house big boats Big cars superstars

Compton, California Its well known, I get it crackin, though I already run my town, its time to take it national Real is all I ever speak, every quote is factual Lick between my girlys legs Shes bout to cum, she grab my fro Serving balls like McEnroe - cheese, I need no macaro Play me like a Fruity Pop, goons Ill pop that cantaloupe When OT I go OD - its two things that Im gon need: A pack of bougie ghetto bitches and a pound of fire weed Thatll have me adios, gang of boos, Apollo show Fuck em like I love em then I dip back to the barrio Money spinning like a wheel, its cool cause every day I earn No ones higher, forest fire, check all the tree I burn Chachi Mr. Maserati, J full of that kamikaze Pop your hottie off a molly while cheesin for paparazzi Never sloppy, always cool you-you the type that always lose Always makin money songs when yours as short as interludes Ask your ho, Ive been the dude b-bend the truth, never fake Never hate - used to have to bend the rules to get my cake Now I dont, now Im straight - but my bitches aint, though Every days a celebration - Diamond Lane, its Separation Im just ridin round with my niggas smokin weed Pull up on my bitches, yeah, Im smokin weed Handlin most my business while Im smokin weed Only the realest of the realest get to smoke with me So roll up... Go head, bro, roll up... Bitch, you wanna smoke, youd better roll up Go head and roll up... Or get the fuck from round me, pussy! I got an O of bubble kush, finna roll that shit Dirty Sprite, 2 litre, Ima pothat shit Got a bad bitch with me with a bad bitch with her They back that ass, I throw that D Not bullshit, and Im dead seer All I wanna do is get bread here Took her back to the condo, I didnt wan fuck her No sir, all I do is get head here Hydro smoke all in the air Ten bad bitches, big derrieres Pretty toes, pretty titties, known millionaire The Louis duffel, I can fit about ten in there And what the fuck I care about if I offend a square? Up your ass, shove your opinion there Nigga, you lookin at a self-made millionaire Lil nigga, but I walk like a grizzly bear Okay, dont get it fucked up, we with this shit What you rap bout, we did the shit Remember standing in the trap, I had 50 nicks Six months, came up, I had 50 bricks 100K looked like a meal ticket back in the day Look at me know, I could double, triple that in a day And that aint some shit a nigga just happen to say Literally, Im tryna let you know what happened today G4 touch down, Bentley pull round Hopped in the back seat, her head went down While I roll one up, double my cup Pour up drink til I throw up Everybody know I dont give no fuck Im rich, you dont like me? So what? Im drop-top riding, my Westside up Hustle Gang in this bitch, nigga, get with us A lot of yall got Snoopy Dogg on yall bucket list You wanna smoke a bleeze? You wanna bust a flig? Ive got no problem with it - my nigs, just make it quick Im tryna lay low, hey ho, as I stay low in your bitch She couldnt roll a blunt til I taught the ho and now shes a pro Easy though to freeze a ho, pleasable and feasible Scary thing, that Mary Jane Gon do her thing no matter what Get gat em up, tizatted up - its bad enough, next batter up Dreaded up, breaded up - connect the dots, set it up We blow til you cant get enough Like give that up, dont give a fuck Rules I bend em, hoes I break em Take they mind and in time reshape em Once I got em, shoot em, shot em Now the bitch is my new assistant Lookin good, steady twistin Exercise to maximize Minimize my bottom, Problem Let me tell you what Im gon do Diamond Lane, comin through Sell a pound, maybe two In the red, in the blue Smokin green like what it do?

Early in the morning Smoking them blunts Jump up out my bed What the fuck you want? Roll me a We Twisted dreads in my head Nigga just like that Count my cheese up Big big money Oh, Im on the move Aint a damn thing funny I really dont lose much When Im in the streets nigga Point drugs How the fuck you figure nigga Yeah, Im successful Every single day, bitch Admit it, Im the best dog/doe Just cause we rich trick Always so fresh doe Every single way And represent the west coast Every single day Internationally known All around the world Hit me on the cell phone Ill fuck your girl And hit you right back Then hang up in your face Unless Im getting sprayed Ill take my cake to go Happy birthday Ill take my cake to go Happy birthday Whats your side girl? Happy birthday Its one of those days A throwback Thursday Wanna do it your way? Burger King bitch I told her she was special Oh you know youre one Until she almost bust a vessel Doctor, doctor I told her, come on girl lets get it in Cmon, get in And cut out all the bitching Hush yo mouth Turn it up girl, and just listen Bang bang And a gangster we got straight pimpin

Big Mac, big sack, like this, like that Big man on campus, Ill be right back Like Mike, like Mac, my life, my bike Menace, mo bidness, in the beginnin a po student But ended up bein a chemist 24/7, Devin my nigga committed Classmates, ended up as my road dawg I showed him how to live, how to ball til we fall Harder it is, make you much smarter dawg Follow instructions, changed up the dialogue Manifest no stress, life is a big test Will you fail? Or will you pass? Smoke grass, trim trees Tryin to find some air to breathe Miss her, please baby baby please Diplomas, gowns, caps and degrees These are necessities in life you need so Ima get it Focus, committed 15 years later, but yeah a nigga finally did it Uh, now whos to say in life theres ups no downs? And when you get up, you gotta get down Uh, and when you get up, look around And dont frown on the ones thats down - just give em a hand Its like mixin fixin up pots and pans Listen up, Im poppin like rockin a band No plan, all from the heart to the hand We gon roll it, smoke it and do it again Im the apprentice, back on my pimp shit Roll it, puff it, now give it to him Uh, physical fitness, smokin relentless Nouns and pronouns, they make up my sentence High school days, uh Blowin on the purple haze, uh High school days, uh Blowin on the purple haze, uh And you know everywhere that we go If its Dev or its Mac then we blowin by the O Uhh, niggas know me for rollin the O-Z Or somewhere low-key twistin a whole bush And if I got it then you can get it, its on us Smoke so much pot that theyll probably give me my own kush We blow about a zone, break it down blow it out a bone Come to my crib Ill show you how to roll, bro And my pockets lookin kinda swole Me and Mac smokin grade A, honor roll Now all of the teachers on us They gon have contact cause I keep the bombest Car automatic, dont need a key to start it Know its us just because of the weed aroma Lookin for me nigga Im in the tree department With a doobie rolled up in the secret compartment Tryin to finish up this speech and get my diploma So I can get a crib where my OG can harvest and my niggas can ball Im talkin so much weed that the shit on the walls If it start growin in the spring it gets picked in the fall Im used to goin to every class but Im missin them all Fuckin with Mac smokin spliffs in the halls singin this song Like, niggas know me Blowin on the OG Niggas know me Blowin on the OG Niggas know me, hahaha High school nigga Dev and Mac, Mac and Dev Put it in a zag Put it in a blunt Do what you want, uhh

Boss Playa ... Boss Playa Big Snoop Dogg is a Boss Playa This is the Archbishop Don Magic Juan Skin in game, church Many people dont be knowin about this pimp game But Im sure they wanna know about this pimp game And to me, you know it aint no motherfuckin thang To give it to you plain and simple cause you know its played Holla at em, Doggy Dogg, go and do that thang Okay, Sa Da Tay like my nigga Pootie Tang I got that bounce, to make her booty sway That little cutie thang, Fred, shes a beauty, mayne Rollin with a player cause thats what he was And dedicated to his paper, Je-sus! On his bitches hard as feezuck And if them law boys pull him over he wont freeze up He got the heata-fa-heata and the keysa With a pocket full of big faced Visas They say its cheaper to keep her, now baby, ease up Kick back and blaze some of these trees up Now sit your ass in the treezuck And do me a favor and turn the music up Should I slap her, or should I freak her? Ill take the stronger, you can have the weaker Speak when spoken to, yeah, I broke a few And by the way I was hoping you Had a freak for me and a freak for you I make em do for us That thang you been wantin her to do for months Many people dont be knowin about this pimp game But Im sure they wanna know about this pimp game And to me, you know it aint no motherfuckin thang To give it to you plain and simple cause you know its played Holla at em, Doggy Dogg, go and do that thang Okay, Sa Da Tay like my nigga Pootie Tang I got that bounce, to make her booty sway That little cutie thang, Fred, shes a beauty, mayne This is the Chairman of the Board The Archbishop Don Magic Juan Big Snoop Dogg is a boss playa As a matter a fact I was there when he was crowned Boss Playa, church I had three on my right arm and four on my left Lime green and gold, we was sharp to death Had to catch my breath, watch my step Playin this game, you can holla at the ref And call a timeout before you put your dime out Stop, pause, rewind before you put your rhyme out And go to the Wizard of Oz And tell em that your tryin to get yourself a brand new heart A brand new start Cause you realized that you hadnt played your part And that was smart Its like a art the way I articulate And break these bitches from state to state See, Ive been the flyest since I came out the gate I aint ask for it, homie, I just shake and bake I wont fake to make you buy my tape I say a prayer to the Lord just to keep my faith up straight Many people dont be knowin about this pimp game But Im sure they wanna know about this pimp game And to me, you know it aint no motherfuckin thang To give it to you plain and simple cause you know its played Holla at em, Doggy Dogg, go and do that thang Okay, Sa Da Tay like my nigga Pootie Tang I got that bounce, to make her booty sway That little cutie thang, Fred, shes a beauty, mayne Will you steal for me? Will you kill for me? Would you lie to me? Would you die for me? Will you steal for me? Will you kill for me? Would you lie to me? Would you die for me? Big Snoop Dogg, lets you know That this game aint for no lame If you got heart, you can play this game But if your heart aint right We got a remedy for that, too You got to go see the wizard .. to get you some heart And the Archbishop Don Magic Juan is the Wizard Thats got the game ... for them lames Boss Playa ... Boss Playa ... thats what this game is all about Boss Playa Many people dont be knowin about this pimp game But Im sure they wanna know about this pimp game And to me, you know it aint no motherfuckin thang To give it to you plain and simple cause you know its played Holla at em Doggy Dogg, go and do that thang Okay, Sa Da Tay like my nigga Pootie Tang I got that bounce, to make her booty sway That little cutie thang, Fred, shes a beauty, mayne Gangsta, Gangsta, where you been? Round the corner messin with brothanem Youngsta, Youngsta, you at it again? Poppin gats for the fuck of it, when you know you got ends I dont think that you should be in the streets like that You know you the fashion type of cat Always in them stores, with major whores Doin things, bling bling West Coast runnin, lovin, hustlin smokin, always chokin indo green With the sticky in your hand, fo sho Everybody round ya cause they know you got mo Wet Cristal, you like to get wild You like to dip in your 6 n shit Rollin through them streets, poppin CPT LBC rollin with me, ohh