1.Beautiful(Explicit)
Ohhh-ohh-oh-ohhh-ohhh...(Oh-hooo!)
Yeahhh, yeahh, yeah, yeahhhh...(Ehh... oh yeah, there's
something about you...)
Ohhh-ohh-oh-ohhh-ohhh...(Oh-hooo!)
Yeahhh, yeahh, yeah, yeahhhh...(Ehh... oh yeah, there's
something about you...)
Beautiful, I just want you to know(Oh-hooo!)
You're my favorite girl...(Ehh... oh yeah, there's something
about you...)
Beautiful, I just want you to know(Oh-hooo!)
You're my favorite girl...(Ehh... oh yeah, there's something
about you...)
I know you gon' lose it, this new Snoop shit
Come on baby boo, you gotsta get into it(Oh-hooo!)
Don't fool wit the playa with the cool whip
Yeah-yeah, you know I'm always on that cool shit
Walk to it, do it how you do it
Have a glass, lemme put you in the mood and,(Oh-hooo!)
Lil' cutie lookin' like a student
Long hair, wit'cha big fat booty
Back in the days you was a girl I went to school wit
Had to tell your moms and sister to cool it(Oh-hooo!)
The girl wanna do it, I just might do it
Here to walk wit some pimp-pimp clue wit'
Mommy don't worry, I won't abuse it
Hurry up and finish so we can watch 'Clueless'(Oh-hooo!)
I laugh at these niggas when they ask who do this
But everybody know who girl that you is
Beautiful, I just want you to know(Oh-hooo!)
You're my favorite girl...(Ehh... oh yeah, there's something
about you...)
Beautiful, I just want you to know(Oh-hooo!)
You're my favorite girl...(Ehh... oh yeah, there's something
about you...)
When I see my baby boo, shit, I get foolish
Smack a nigga that tries to pursue it(Oh-hooo!)
Homeboy, she taken, just move it
I asked you nicely, don't make the Dogg lose it
We just blow 'dro and keep the flow movin'
In a '64, me and baby boo cruisin'(Oh-hooo!)
Body rag interior blue, and
Have them hydralics squeakin' when we screwin'
Now she's yellin', hollerin' out Snoop, and
Hootin', hollerin'; hollerin', hootin'(Oh-hooo!)
Black and beautiful, you the one I'm choosin'
Hair long and black and curly like you're Cuban
Keep groovin', that's what we doin'
And we gon' be together until your moms move in...(Oh-hooo!)
Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...
Beautiful, I just want you to know(Oh-hooo!)
You're my favorite girl...(Ehh... oh yeah, there's something
about you...)
Beautiful, I just want you to know(Oh-hooo!)
You're my favorite girl...(Ehh... oh yeah, there's something
about you...)
Ohhh-ohh-oh-ohhh-ohhh...(Oh-hooo!)
Yeahhh, yeahh, yeah, yeahhhh...(Ehh... oh yeah, there's
something about you...)
...See I just want you
To know that you are really special...
Ohh why, oh why, oh why, oh why...
...See I just want you
To know that you are really special...
Ohh why, oh why, oh why, oh why...
Snoop Dogg Clothing, that's what I'm groomed in
You got my pictures on the wall in your room-in(Oh-hooo!)
Girls be complainin' you keep me boomin'
But girls like that wanna listen to Pat Boone(Ehh... oh yeah,
there's
something about you...)
You's a college girl, but that don't stop you from doin'
Come and see the Dogg in a hood near you-in(Oh-hooo!)
You don't ask why I roll wit a crew, and
Twist up my fingers and wear dark blue-in(Ehh... oh yeah,
there's something
about you...)
On the eastside, that's the crew I choose
Nothin' I do is new to you(Oh-hooo!)
I smack up the world if they rude to you(Ehh...)
'Cause baby girl you so beautiful...
Beautiful, I just want you to know(Oh-hooo!)
You're my favorite girl...(Ehh... oh yeah, there's something
about you...)
Beautiful, I just want you to know(Oh-hooo!)
You're my favorite girl...(Ehh... oh yeah, there's something
about you...)
...See I just want you
To know that you are really special...
Ohh why, oh why, oh why, oh why...
...See I just want you
To know that you are really special...
Ohh why, oh why, oh why, oh why...
...See I just want you
To know that you are really special...
Ohh why, oh why, oh why, oh why...
...See I just want you
To know that you are really special...
Ohh why, oh why, oh why, oh why...
Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you... Oh-hooo!
2.Snoop Dogg(What's My Name Pt. 2)(Explicit)
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-eeeeee
Izzle kizzle, fo' schizzle
My nizzle, what you sizzle？
Fo' schizzle bizzle, ha ha
Me and my partner, in my Impala
Poppin our collars, tossin up dollars
A truck on the side of with hoes that wanna follow
Bet a hundred dollars that they all wanna swallow
Doggy Doggfather
I do it to you real hard then it gets harder
It's nada - thang on mine, bang on mine
I smoke an ounce and bounce at the same time
It's off the limbo with Timbo, you motherfuckin bimbo
So quit knockin at my window, you nympho
Maniac, bring it back, now shake it up
Put it on the table, now break it up
Give it to me, now put a lighter on the end of it
It really don't matter what you spent on it
As long as you're gettin what you paid for
That's what it's made for, ain't that what you stayed for？
Who's that dippin' in the Cadillac？
Snoop Dogg
Smoke till your eyes get cataracts
Snoop Dogg
You've got a girl lay her on her back
Snoop Dogg
Millionaire, makin that paper stack
Snoop Dogg
You play me and I'll play you
You pay me and I'll pay you
Hold on boo, you got the game all wrong
This aint your thang, this my song
Move on, we in the club, at the Shark Bar
Valet my keys, and park my car
No snap shots, cuz I might get popped
As I slide by security, givin 'em props
First thing I do, when I get in
Let me take you back to when I first slid in
Grab my gin and, get my woman, put my bib in, no bullshittin
We be sippin, in the corner
With smoke comin' from up under us like we sittin in the sauna
Burnin' up the charts, break a bitch off hard
Little mama don't you start
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
Tick tock, the ice on my watch
Slap me 'cross the face around 2 o'clock
But the party don't stop till we blow up
Now every little bitch wanna show up
Manuev'in to this, groovin to this
Dippin to this, flippin to this, trippin to this
Ain't no skippin to this, trust this
Bust this, it's too hot to touch this
He say, she say, I say no way
Don't need foreplay, ok, obey
Everything that I say
And every day'll be like a holiday
I put you in the front seat of my car
And roll you round town like a superstar
Recline your seat and turn up the beat
Number one with a bullet, rollin down the mothafuckin
backstreets
3.Woof !(Explicit)
{Snoop Talking}
Hell yeah
That was a mothafuckin' trip
The way y'all niggaz had the whole world sayin' UH!!!, na, na,
na, na
This here the Doggfather, rappin' on this shit here
Check this out
Chorus
Let me here ya say
Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay(come on, everybody say)
Everybody, let me hear ya say
Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay
{Fiend}
I run with convicted felons
Scream, yellin'
Bitch I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome reciever, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
Fuckin' up with this song bitch
Your mom shoulda told ya
I ain't nothin' nice
Snoop brought the boss
I got the spark, lets go on a body high
Put it on my life, and my favorite weed pipe
Soldiers greed, with ice
Watch me budda up in the night
Carefull to forever, the one that ？？ shot him
Bringin' the drama like a punk, but your fucking somebody
Whut Lodi Dodi, send a duce up in dey coupe
But after a hard eight
Snoop and his soldiers gonna make ya say
Chorus
Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay(Jeah, nigga, I can make ya say)
Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay(yeah, tank doggs, let me hear
ya say)
Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay(all my real rap niggaz say)
Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay(yeah, Mystikal, where you at？)
{Mystikal}
Nigga, all I really wanna do is
Get down, on the get down!
That mothafucker better sit down
We up in this bitch now
Got the take to make the hap
We gon' make our money right
Tired of livin' the stress life
Pressure, fuck price
Yikes!
Know what I like
Keep it hype!
Betcha I right
Put pounds of ice on ya, like white on rice
Vise grips on mics
Turnin' to fights
Burnin' up the limelight
Fire!
And you ain't gotta strain your eyes to find us
Throwin' bad days behind us
Ahh damn up in the headlights
Bout to let it shine
Find your ass in there tip-toeing
Your ass is mine
We got you waitin' for us on the radio
So our albums can drop
Snoop, Fiend, me, Beats By The Pound, you know that's gon' pop
Jump in the game in the walkway
With enough money to fuck with
Till ya hear that last fuckin' woof
We ain't done yet
Chorus
Let me here ya say
Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay(yeah, uh-huh, all my niggaz
say)
Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay(na, na, na, na, na, na)
Woof! mothafucker, Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay(na, na, na, na, na, na)
Let me hear ya say
Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay
{Snoop}
I come faster than a speedin' bullet
Or I can take my time and move it slow
Wake up outta my seat and hit this mic and blow like some indo
You can call me what you want
Just don't call me no punk
My name is Snoop D-O-double-G
And I'm the godfather of G-Funk
I'll put this shit down, like clown, Dogg Pound is my set
Nigga set outta line, I shoot them in they mothafuckin' spine
And break they necks(nigga, nigga)
As I go down, you gon' realize that
See when you run up in my face you able to get smacked, jacked,
just
like that
I'ma fool, break the rules, damn, way too cool
They call me Snoop D-O-double-G(na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,
na, na)
Cause I'ma fuckin' fool, I can get silly
But I'd rather sit back, relax, new jacks, get smacked, cause
I'm tryin'
to
blaze up a sack(na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
To my nigga Mystikal, Fiend, and my big homie Master P
Cause thats just the way this shit gon' be
Baby, N-O-L-I-M-I-T(na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
We gon' make y'all say Woof
Until you mothafuckers demand
That nigga named Snoop
Chorus
I can make 'em say
Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay(laughing)
I can make 'em say
Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay
Let me here ya say
Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay
Let me hear ya say
Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay(everybody in the house)
Say
Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!(na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,
na, na)
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay(up top, come on)
Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker(na, na, na, na, na, na, na,
na,
na,
na)
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay(down low)
Yeah, yeah, and who side(na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay ＊repeated till end＊
And not only that
And not only that
This No Limit baby
Ya heard me？
Yeah
And not only that
Shit get crazy in this mothafcuker
Ya heard me？
Uh!
4.Lay Low(Explicit)
beep
(dr dre)
ay ay snoop whattup this your nigga dre
ay man i was thinkin i ain't said shit on your whole
motherfuckin album
so check it out put this on there
all you motherfuckin haters out there can suck my motherfuckin
dick
and we still smokin what
(chorus nate dogg)
for the nigga who be talkin loud and holdin his dick
talkin shit he better lay low
for the bitch that said i shot some shit up out of my dick
now she sick she better lay low
for the niggaz who be claimin my hood
and really ain't from my gang better lay low
i hope he don't be thinkin i'm just talkin
and i won't do a thing really hope so
(snoop dogg)
hmm lay low nobody move until i say so
limo tint rollin deep like the president
see i don't go to clubs i never chase a bitch beitch
i'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
we call it stress some of y'all call it chocolate
return of the top dogg and ain't no stoppin this
whatever the case i ain't tryin to catch it
lay low blow big dope and slang records
unseen but well heard do not disturb
the only reason you alive cause i ain't sent the word
i flip faster than birds snoop dogg will emerge
from the smoke and go loc you shouldn't provoke
i bring the worst from the l b c
smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me
snoop and dre give a fuck about what y'all say
from the world's most dangerous group n w a
ay ay
butch cassidy
our rise it was no surprise
i always knew these fools would trip
hatin fakin schemin on mine
and on the down low talkin shit
best move cause i refuse to lose
no matter which damn road i choose
so lay low cause you might be bruised
top story on the evening news
i ain't for games so if you wanna play 'em lay low
lay down on the floor
i'm in a rage so if we gotta do this let me know
that's what i came fo'
goldie loc eastsidaz
where that nigga who be talkin shit
he don't come around no more because i fucked his bitch
i made her suck my dick while i was squeezin the tits
then i hit it from the back gripped tight on them hips
she tried to make me cum but i was tryin to take her home
dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy brougham
coulda thumped you and the dog you little fag
and don't sag too hard you show everybody your thong
tray deee eastsidaz
booyaka booyaka we bring it straight to ya
from 22's to luger's the shit that shoot through ya
who you motherfuckers think the top dogg bang with
the same click he came with and made the game flip
now niggaz grow they hair hope they stayin act hard
that's even tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
the backyard is where we get our scrap on
the black car drive by then you get capped on
master p
whassup pimpin it's p and snoop
with dre on the beat this ain't nuttin but loot
they call me jackhammer for all the bread i got
but they call me bill clinton for all the head i got
i keeps it real ah cause i'm all about my scrilla
the ladies love me cause i'm a million dolla hitta
it's no limit til i d i e
c p 3 or richmond cali's where i be
5.Down For My Niggaz
6.From Tha Chuuuch To Da Palace(Explicit)
Fa shizzle dizzle, it's the big Neptizzle
With the Snoopy D-O-Double Jizzle!
...(Snoop Dogg, Dogg!)
...C-walk to this(Snoop Dogg, Dogg!)
...Hehe, yeah, C-walk to this(Snoop Dogg, Dogg!)
...Ahaha, C-walk to this(Snoop Dogg, Dogg!)
Bam, boom, watch you gone do cuz？
Guess I'm rollin' in with them baby blue chucks
And I still got my khakis creased
I'm still rockin' on these beats, and keep a bad ass on the
streets
It's the S-N-double-O-P, and, biggest Dogg of 'em all
And you's a flea, and
And since I got time to drop it for you, I guess I must
And give it to you mother fuckas like bust-a-bust
I keep the heat on deck, but in God we trust
And cant none of y'all, fuck wit us
But you can run up on the G but that's not thinkin' wisely
These brotha's are contagious, just like Ron Isley
{＊What the hell is goin' on？ Someone's sleepin' in my home＊}
Snoop to the D-O-Double G
Get in, where you fit in... Follow me
Who's the man with that dance？(Snoop Dogg, Dogg!)
Who keep the khakis for all his pants？(Snoop Dogg, Dogg!)
Keep the lo'-lo' in a 3 wheel stance(Snoop Dogg, Dogg!)
Still got the gin n juice in hand(Snoop Dogg, Dogg!)
I do it for the G's, and I do it for the hustla'z
Here to annihilate you mark-ass bustas
F the police cuz all they wanna do is cuff us
The one nigga is chilly, as if his name was Usher
But I'm still ridin' them 'lacs, makin' 'em G stacks
And got them corn rows to the back
I ain't really tryin' to be picky
But if you give me somethin', it's got to be the sticky
Green by the ounces, Lo'-lo's bouncin'
Ninety doin' fakin' with kissin' on the couch 'in
Ooh to the ouch 'in, more a fountain
But that's how we get it on at the doggy Dogg house 'in
This year we ain't fuck with thousands
We playin' with millions and we fly as a falcon
Pull up to the Doggy Dogg Palace, with a car full of bitches
Fuckin' grits like Alice
Three 14 inch rims is runnin' on the side(They riding on the
side？)
Yeah they runnin' on the side!
Three 14 inch rims is running on the side(They riding on the
side？)
Yeah they runnin' on the side!
Three 14 inch rims is running on the side(They riding on the
side？)
Yeah they runnin' on the side!
Three 14 inch rims is running on the side(They riding on the
side？)
Yeah they runnin' on the side!
Take two and pass it, it will not burn you
From the Long Beach chronicles to the Wall Street Journal
They all know the G with the cutlass coupe
Ask Bill Gates(yeah I know the homie Snoop)
Yeah I'm still loc 'in, hangin' wit my folk 'in
Follow Rakim cause 'I Ain't No Joke 'in
Cause I done seen so much,(how much) enough to have your
feelin's touched
When the gunshots ratta, all ya boys scatta'
Check up on ya homies but they gave ya bad data
Make a nigga' stop breathin'
That is so relievin', and now ya bitches are leavin'
What I say cuz what I say is so real
Homie you don' wanna see da, steel
You don't wanna catch a body, you came here to party!
Now that's what you should do, now where's my baby-boo？
7.Bitch Please(Explicit)
Yeah.. time to bring yo' ass to the table y'all
It's X to the Z Xzibit, yeah(Where you at？)
Snoop double-D, uh, O.G.(West coast, Los Angeles)
What, bringin it live, with Dr. Dre, what？
{＊Xzibit makes the 'Ghetto Bird' sound＊}
Throwin up a BIG-ASS W, coverin up the world right？
YEAHHH! Hah, listen look
You ain't tryin to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Goin down by the second round, all hail the underground
How dat sound？ Xzibit backin down from a conflict
Fuck the nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb shit
Glass and metal in every direction
Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson
I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon
and reason why niggaz with problems keep on steppin
Xzibit ready to scrap, like Mike Tyson with his license back
Nine to five, minimum wage, what type of life is that
for me？ It's blasphemy, you fuckin around
with the Sundance Kid and Butch Cassidy
You had the audacity to wanna tangle with the X
Strangle your neck, slap you like the opposite sex
Drunk drivin tryin to stack my loot
While other rappers gettin 'Treated Like a Prostitute'
So check the SoundScan
All I wanna be was a G, ha
My whole life, nigga please, ha
Breakin off these motherfuckin keys, ha
Let's get these motherfuckin G's, ha
Nigga you don't wanna fuck with this..
Hmm.. aww nah, big Snoop Dogg
Back up in the heezee bay-bay
You jockin my style, 'You so cra-zy'
Dre say, ain't +No Limit+ to this
As long as we drop gangsta shit
Look here bitch, you fine and I dig your style
Come fuck with a nigga, do it +Doggystyle+
I'll be gentle, sentimental
Shit, we fucked in the rental
Lincoln, Continental
Hmm, coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago
(Yeah nigga you know what's happenin man)
I get this pussy everywhere that I go
(These bitches know what time it is)
Ask the bitches in your hood cause they know
(Hell yeah, hoes know about a nigga like me MAN)
I get the pussy everywhere that I go
(I pimp these hoes, nigga, ha ha)
Ask the bitches in your hood cause they know
Bitch please, get down on your god damn knees
For this money chronic clothes and weed(look)
You fuckin with some real O.G's
Bitch please
Bitch please, get down on your motherfuckin knees
We came to get the motherfuckin G's
Yeah, you fuckin' with some real O.G's
You dick-tease!
Bitch, please! Now what you need to do is
Hem my coat, and roll me some dough(f'real)
Different strokes(uh-huh) for different folks
Oh, you like settin niggaz up and gettin them loc's
A cute lil' bitch with a whole lotta heart
Shit gets thick when the light gets dark
She say she gots a lick for me(well hook it up)
Worth about, two hundred G's and thirty keys
Now check this out Dre, now if I don't move
Then a nigga like me, shit I don't lose
But you know me, Dogg I'm movin
Ain't nuttin to it, but to get to groovin
You been, waitin on a nigga like me(whas' happenin)
to take that chance and rob yo' man and beat up the pussy
A victim of the circumstance(yeah right)
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
See we go out with a bang(bang BANG!)
I'm tryin to work this cold thang, and take this whole thang
I get the money everywhere that I go(I go)
I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho(fo' sho)
I get the money everywhere that I go(I go)
I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho(fo' sho)
Aiyyo.. aiyyo aiyyo; you don't wanna step to me
Still claimin D.P.G. - til the day I D-I-E
8.Still A G Thang(Explicit)
Yeah yeah yeah I'm fin up in the corner in my
lowrider dogg. Ya heard me？
＊Top dollar with the gold flea collar
＊Repeats throughout intro＊
It's time for all the lowriders out there
yeah all the dippers you like to get ya dip on
hit a switch or two, bang a corna' sittin' on threes
yeah right trip...
It's like 4 ＆ to the 5 ＆ to the 6 ＆ to the 7
I once was told that all doggs go to Heaven
Well how ya been where ya been ＆ what it look like？
My game trump tight especially when it bump like
four DPG's gettin' crazy
＆ No Limit is the label that pays me!
Ridin' 'round town layin' game down like Goldie
＆ I remember what my momma showed me
told me game recognize game
＆ stay true to what ya do ＆ don't be ashamed
I got all my game from her sometimes I have to wonder
how I keep from goin' under I'm a cold muthafucka
I fall to my knees ＆ thank God before I do my thang
I don't know why, I love to gangbang
See life ain't nuthin' but a twist anyway bitch anyway
you can say what you wanna say
Just don't get in my way 'cause I'm a mean old
Fiend know C know ＆ P know see loc
We make music for the thugs and the bangers
and the bitches. Fuck you R＆B singers
She want a nigga with his khackies hangin' real low
in a black rag Sixty-four hmm
Rollin' down the street lookin' way clean
bangin' that real shit nigga like Al Green
I'm headed straight to the LB
forget it that's what they tell me
Sell me everythang except some bullshit
and when it's time for the gunfight nigga pull quick
Cause ain't nothin' butter but us
and nigga you'll get wet up for fuckin' with my cheddar
It's cold outside nigga grab ya sweater
and that bad bitch you fuckin' with
nigga she get ya set up
Boy you done put all ya trust in that hoe
didn't ya see what happened to the President niggaro
livin' in a tight house big as the White House
You fucked around ＆ stuck ya dick
in that white bitch mouth
What you talkin' 'bout？ Fool I'm dirty like the South
and to be real I feel that's how I'm comin' out
Back on the hoe stroll highway pimp patrol
put ya cuffs on ya girl nigga let her off parole
Man nigga way cold with his game
What's his muthafuckin' name？ Who me？
I'm the capital S I don't fuck with stress
N double O-P D-O muthafuckin double G
Coldest entertainer gangbanger since Alphonz Capone
Count money like Basie police try to chase me
Niggas try to replace me but you can't
I'm ridin' in a tank I'm blowin' hella dank
So whether ridin' in ya lo-lo or smokin' on some doe doe
spread the word and take the fo' door
The Last Don done hooked up with the muthafuckin'
King of the coast with the most here's a toast
and Snoop Dogg is the representer
through the niggas ＆ G's through the LBC's
and the Calio projects Brooklyn to Queens
Chi-town woe now the Dogg Pound in the house
everytime we touch down right next to my hometown
Spokane get ya money man tic-tock
Little Rock right next to Houston, Texas
home of Rap-A-Lot we like to jack a lot
gimme what ya got let me get that up out ya nigga
I got ya somethin' for the summertime while it's hot
and got the bitches posted up in the parkin' lot
and guess what she want the
A nigga who don't give a fuck
Ya see niggas like me all we see is
money, power moves, and a bitch a week
And last but not least my nigga D-O-C
much love from the N.O. my nigga Feel me？
and my little cousin D-A-Z forever nigga
this DPGC and oh yeah Dr. D-R-E
you know where I'm at nigga holla at me
get at me holla at me nigga holla at a dogg that's real
y'all niggas know what's happenin'
It's still a G thang
9.Just Dippin' (Explicit)
Yeah, uhh
Wanna say whattup to all them riders
All them siders, all them gangstas, and all them beotches
Yeah, we keep it gangsta
Yeah, we keep it gangsta
Dippin down Long Beach Boulevard
I only rides with my Doggs, and I don't give a f＊＊k
about none of y'all, I'm ridin til the wheels fall off
I only rides with my Doggs
Dippin down Compton Boulevard
I only rides with my Doggs(say what) I don't give a f＊＊k
about none of y'all(f＊＊k y'all) I'm ridin til the wheels fall
off
I only rides with my Doggs
Beware of the big mash, you knew he wasn't finished witcha ass
He'll stay on it til it's burnt out, looked how it turned out
Nuttin you can do, can't help you out
So fall down, Dr. Dre done fell back into the House(DPG)
with the Pound, b＊＊＊hes keep throwin pussy at us
We don't want it, yea b＊＊＊h it don't matter
It's all about the money, if you got it, throw THAT up(throw it
up)
Hmm, ride along witcha set(Eastsiiide)
And watch us, you motherf＊＊kers can't do that yet
I skirt out, I hit a corner on ya, f＊＊k doin halfway
I do it to the fullest, I'll 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 I ain't
trippin)
But I'ma come up, that's on my momma
Now that's on me, cause that's a burden on my momma
And she done suffered, the s＊＊t's gettin rougher
And when the goin get tough, the tough get a strap
and low-ridin's on the map
Snoop Dogg's #1 the whole Pound's got snaps(nigga)
Yeahh, tell me, have you seen us？
Bendin corners on gold Daytona's, we heated, so beat it
However you want it, naw however you need it, we just dippin!
Bendin corners on gold Daytona's, we heated, so beat it
However you want it, naw however you need it, we just dippin!
Bendin corners on gold Daytona's, 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 Sharpe(sup nigga？)
Off of Jefferson, feelin awfully naked at the U-turn
s＊＊t, left my gun, that's a no-no
f＊＊k Ronald Parks, I'm 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 I'm about the hoes, I never doubt the dulos
You know the rule goes, where there's a hoe there's a hater
(f＊＊k them niggaz!) Well there's some hoes over there,
and I concentrate on the haters later(what？)
Give these b＊＊＊hes numbers to the pager
Invite em to the next Dre function as party favors
Who said pimpin's hard labor？
Bendin corners on gold Daytona's, we heated, so beat it
However you want it, naw however you need it, we just dippin!
Bendin corners on gold Daytona's, we heated, so beat it
However you want it, naw however you need it, we just dippin!
Bendin corners on gold Daytona's, we heated, so beat it
However you want it, naw however you need it, we just dippin!
Heyyy, ohh yeah, ohh 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
We're always, dippin
Better watch out, cause here we come
Al-always, dippin
Better watch out, cause here we come
We're always, we're dippin(dippin)
Better watch out, cause here we come
In them streets, dippin(dippin)
Better watch out, cause here we come
Hittin them corners, dippin(dippin)
Better watch out, cause here we come
Bendin corners on gold Daytona's, we heated, so beat it
However you want it, naw however you need it, we just dippin!
Bendin corners on gold Daytona's, we heated, so beat it
However you want it, naw however you need it, we just dippin!
Bendin corners on gold Daytona's, we heated, so beat it
However you want it
10.Wrong Idea(Explicit)
Whassup nephew？
Sittin here choppin game, my nigga Bad Azz
Niggaz get the misconception of us
cause we so cold at what we do
But I really wanna let niggaz know what's happenin though
You feel me？
to get the wrong idea about me
I don't have nothin to hide
I want the world to see..
Gangsta niggaz do your dance
(C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah)
Gangsta bitches wave yo' hands
See me, I'm bout my money my paper I'm bout my dollars
Poppin collars with this mac and this slack and these two
revolvers
See we smoke and go(？) cause the bitch ain't never shit to me
and pussy stay sellin, so I never let it get to me
The shit to me is simple, it relies on credentials
We credible individuals, ahead of you we original
Better known as criminals, thuggin off on the stereo
Killin 'em on the radio, some of them wanna hate me though
Fuck 'em cause they can't see me doe and here we go again
The jealousy took me over success, just keep you slower
While, you get nothin, we keep gettin more
Pump pump the jam up, drop drop the top
Hit hit the switch and smash down the block
And oh yeah this Long Beach so you know when you see a nigga
And don't never get the wrong idea nigga
(Yeah, nigga what？) Holla at 'em
I keep my khakis creased, hat tilted to the East
On a bitch I remain the beast, none the least
Police try to cuff me and stuff me in the back
of they patrol car, cause I'm a former parole star
With the cool name, this nigga here's a fool mayn
Go on and do yo' thang, gang-bang
in the hood and in Hollywood
Record company executives think it's all to the good
Get to showin me around they house, then he slide me in the back
and had the nerve to try to buy me out, check this out mayn
I'm down with P, and D-R-E
A real nigga from the motherfuckin L.B.C.
I just look like this, I stay down for the twist
I'm real with this, deep as abyss
I gave you a pound, then I gave yo' wife a kiss
I had to dip cause y'all was full of that bullsheeit
Whassup nephew？
Sittin here choppin game, my nigga Bad Azz
Niggaz get the misconception of us
cause we so cold at what we do
But I really wanna let niggaz know what's happenin though
You feel me？
to get the wrong idea about me
I don't have nothin to hide
I want the world to see..
Gangsta niggaz do your dance
(C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah)
Gangsta bitches wave yo' hands
See me, I'm bout my money my paper I'm bout my dollars
Poppin collars with this mac and this slack and these two
revolvers
See we smoke and go(？) cause the bitch ain't never shit to me
and pussy stay sellin, so I never let it get to me
The shit to me is simple, it relies on credentials
We credible individuals, ahead of you we original
Better known as criminals, thuggin off on the stereo
Killin 'em on the radio, some of them wanna hate me though
Fuck 'em cause they can't see me doe and here we go again
The jealousy took me over success, just keep you slower
While, you get nothin, we keep gettin more
Pump pump the jam up, drop drop the top
Hit hit the switch and smash down the block
And oh yeah this Long Beach so you know when you see a nigga
And don't never get the wrong idea nigga
(Yeah, nigga what？) Holla at 'em
I keep my khakis creased, hat tilted to the East
On a bitch I remain the beast, none the least
Police try to cuff me and stuff me in the back
of they patrol car, cause I'm a former parole star
With the cool name, this nigga here's a fool mayn
Go on and do yo' thang, gang-bang
in the hood and in Hollywood
Record company executives think it's all to the good
Get to showin me around they house, then he slide me in the back
and had the nerve to try to buy me out, check this out mayn
I'm down with P, and D-R-E
A real nigga from the motherfuckin L.B.C.
I just look like this, I stay down for the twist
I'm real with this, deep as abyss
I gave you a pound, then I gave yo' wife a kiss
I had to dip cause y'all was full of that bullsheeit
11.Stoplight(Explicit)
How else could you capture the world
if you don't attack from the back
To the rear march... hehehehe
(Yo, Snoopadellic, what？？)
When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have my paper right
If you come back right then we can boogie(echoes)
When I pull up to the stoplight
I gotta have my paper right
If you come back right then we can boogie(echoes)
Boggy, boggy, boogy...
I'm goin 65, 75, 80
Mashin down the boulevard downtown movin' like crazy
In the fastlane, high beams shinin
Tryna keep the timin on the track
With the diamond in the back
Move roof wide open, scopin, lockin
The bitches relieve, the hoes keep hopin
They can get it, fit in, back seat, just sit in
Four hoes on the block tryna put their bid in
Girl, put it to work, you gon' do the damn thing
Hop in, the rest of y'all, eat dirt
I'm rollin' in the 'Mackmobile', I'm back for real
One hundred percent, pimp-motion, that's the deal
Back wheel-spinnin, number one, I'm winnin
Hoes lookin' inside, and they justa grinnin
Waitin' to choose, while the rest wait to pay y'all dues
Don't trip I keep my hoes in two
Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial
In your car up inside the five o'clock traffic jam
We gon be takin request right now at 87752-Snoop
Call station namin ya game...
Aw, yeah, hello, aw yeah, this Soopafly here
Man I wanna get a piece of that Stoplight shit
Man that motherfuckin baggin church
You see them pretty buttons on my stereo？(don't touch 'em)
Don't touch 'em hoe!
You see Snoop Dogg on the floor mac
Pimpin ain't(yeahhh) now sit the fuck back
I'm the man in charge, +Boss+, my backhand is hard
Silky slim, man I'm large
Mashin so big like a fo' by fo'
Show my dough, and if not it's home I go
Ain't a hoe out there that can slow my flow
My wheels cause a fortune, bitch I'm scorchin
Seen some niggaz who love to talk shit
Reach for my thang in my glove compartment
Didn't have to use it, blastin' in my music
Kids in the streets askin' Doggy how I dooze it
First place in the race and don't wanna lose it
Niggas better watch out and bitches better move it
Yeah baby, you gots ta move your groove
To prove that you supposed to groove in the moon
as I recite naughty nothings in yo' eardrums
If you cruisin' up the boulevard in your car
Put it in park and let the dogg spark, yeah baby
Ohhhhhhh, noooooooooo
Not the track of funk
I am Sir Dunk, DPG Buck
And I hate Stoplights
I always mack to the next Mackallenium
I told you I wouldn't C-Walk
Let me out, hahahaha!
Half past late and I'm still rollin
Real hoein, make a nigga pockets still swollin
Still goin, black and white tip-toein'
Flashin my playa's card(why you play so hard？) cuz I'ma Don
Sippin Moet, smokin Chron'
Doggy wanna see that dress my locks are on
Pimpin black, red, brunette back to blonde
Can't tell the sunset from the crack of dawn
Half tank of gas
Rollin' down the window, reach out and spank that ass
Get hot, turn down the heat, burn down the street
My hoes love to earn my keep
It's only five miles left, so I whipped it
Skipped it, flipped it in overdrive
Straight bonafide, pimp nigga on the rise
85, 95, 100 and good night and fuck that stoplight
12.Snoopafella(Explicit)
Once upon a time, in the L.B.C.
On the Eastside, off of 2-1 Street
There lived a young man, Cinderfella's his name
To make it interesting it's me, peep game
I lived in a house with my cruel step-dad
And two step-brothers who treated me bad
I cooked, I cleaned, I scrubbed the floors
And I was like an errand boy runnin to the stores
My brothers, they used to boast and brag：
'We've got Fubu, and you've got rags!'
And even worse than that, to make me feel low
They gave me a skateboard, while they had low-lows
Girls used to say, 'Snoop, you're so cute
But you gets no rap with that to' up khaki suit'
Welllll, one day, up the Avenue
There was a man, surrounded by the Dogg Pound crew
He said ah, 'Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
The princess is having a royal ball
If you can rap, also dress fresh
You might win a date with the sweet princess'
Well I, um, ran home when I heard the newsflash
I bust through the door, straight to my step-dad
I said, 'Step-dad, may I？'
And before I could finish, 'Hell no!', he replied(Cinderfella!)
My brothers were goin, they were gettin down
Even Pops was goin for a piece of the crown(Cinderfella!)
They flaunted, they haunted, they knew what I wanted
'We can and you can't,' is what they taunted(nana-nana-nah-nah)
They all stood there, laughin in my face
And as they walked out they said, 'Clean up this place!'
(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)
And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love
(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)
And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love
(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)
And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love
(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)
And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love
Well I shrugged, I hissed, they all tried to diss
And I'd get them back if I had one wish
Before I could make my thought a phrase
There appeared a man from a puff of haze
He said, 'What's up, Dogg？ My name is Herb
I'm your fairy Doggfather, you know it, word!
Now I've came here with the main purpose
Of granting you your fondest wish'
I said, 'Herb, my man, just make me fresh
And I'm sure that I can handle, all the rest'
With a snap of his fingers sparks began to shoot
And I was jumpin in my body： a slick silk suit
On my feet was some white tube socks
And a fresh pair of Chucks from the Foot-lock
I showed him my sack, and don't you know
With a snap, the sack became some doe-doe
Once again his hands began to flow
Then he changed my skateboard into a six-fo'(damn!)
He checked me over, passed me the keys
And said, 'One more thing before you leave...
You must return before the stroke of twelve
Or you'll turn back into your old self'
(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)
And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love
(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)
And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love
I jumped in the low-low and went on my way
I got to the party 'bout ten, I'd say
It was after eleven when I rocked the mic
And by the time I left the stage, the people were hyped(well
alright!)
The princess was starin, while holdin a drank
Reflected from her eyes was gold tank
She waved her hands like, 'Hello! Hi!'
Then gave another gesture like, 'Come here, guy!'
I left the stage, girls came in flocks
The b＊＊＊h was swingin from the hard knocks
I heard a sound, not a tick nor tock
Gong! First bell before twelve o'clock
No time to waste, I broke out in haste
The princess followed in a futile chase
A quick steady pace is what I kept
Lost one of my Chucks on one of those steps
For the six-fo' I continued my stride
About this time I heard gong five
I was down the block when I heard gong eight
And the princess screamed out, 'Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!'
(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)
And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love
(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)
And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love
I was almost home when my luck ran out
And there went my suit, my doe sack and clout
My fresh low-low, also went too
And there was no denyin that my night was through
The one All-Star, the freshest thing I sported
Jumped on my board, for home I skateboarded
Made it to my pad, no time at all
Went to my room, or better yet the far wall
Hid the shoe away, still feelin pleased
Then jumped in my cot to catch some Z's
Early the next mornin, when I awoke
I threw on me old slippers with me old housecoat
Slid into the front, my family stared at me
Sayin, 'Wasn't that you？ Nah, it couldn't be'
They kept askin me if I did my chores
My butt was saved by a knock at the door
'Who is it？', that's what my brothers barked
'The princess,' this sweet voice remarked
She said she was lookin for a certain man
Who could bring her the shoe like the one in her hand
The family ran around with their heads in the air
Bringin her shoes from everywhere
She just shook her head, a nod of relief
And said, 'No, that's not the one that I'm lookin' for, Chief'
I ran in the room and got my shoe
And said, 'Is this the one you're referring to？'
Well she said, 'Yes, and you're so cute
But where's your doe-doe and slick silk suit？'
I put on the shoe, then there came a flash of light
And I was wearin s＊＊t, from just last night
Looked out the window, saw the six-fo'
Yelled to my family, 'I've GOT to go!'
We drove up the Avenue, the princess and I
And in back of me, I heard my family cry...
(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)
And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love
(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)
And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love
(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)
13.The One And Only(Explicit)
Aw yeah, coming to you live and direct from the LBC
We have the one and only, Snoop D-O double G
Yeah, yeah, drop it
It's the one and only D-O double G
Big Snoop Dogg, it's the one and only
The one and only, D-O double-double-double G
Big Snoop Dogg
You in the presence of a motherfucking rap star
I push up laid back in a black car
Though I bossed up, it ain't hard to tell that
I came up hard as hell, check it out
I stayed sharp and played my part
All I had was a mic, a dream and some heart
Me and my moms wasn't getting along at this time
And since pops was gone, I'm out grinding
Catch a nigga praying, swearing I ain't going back to jail
Judge about tired of a playa, I don't know about this bidness
shit
But I'm good with this rapping, can I get a witness what's
happening
That's about the time I put down the rocks
And got to working in the studio around the clock
For a small profit, but a whole lot of game
Man I'm famous, now it ain't the same
It's the one and only D-O double G
Do you want some of this
Top Dogg bite em all, yeah I'm burning it up
Aw naw, Big Snoop Dogg
You tuned in to the number one
Buck one, buck two, buck three, buck four
So get real fool, fool
Local boy made good over night shit
Not only am I getting righteous but wise see
I paid the price, with consecutive platinum hits
I up my status, aint no more Calvin Broadus
World on my shoulder, but I can handle it
Now that I'm older, I'm sharper and colder
Can you remember when I slid in Deep Cover
And made niggas in the Beach love eachother
A street hustler, but I'm all set for the come up
Best kept secret so I'm want up
I've been acquitted up for 1-8-7
Yes I'm blessed thank God in Heaven
Now all I need is a push in the right direction
Weed and a mic now I'm writing checks
And now the game ain't stopping
And can't nobody say my name ain't popping
Started off young as a little-bitty buck
Now I'm ready for the world, and I got to give it up
You in the presence of a motherfucking millionaire
Stop, look, listen, feel, yeah I ain't tripping on shit
I worked hard as a motherfucker
Fuck Cuzz, and him too cause all y'all suckas
Now with the savvy of a business man
I gave, new niggas a chance, to see what they was saying
And kept a spot on hot, West Coast on lock
Big Dizzel knocking down your block
Never looking back uh uh, a steady process
And leaving that way, cause see I'm blessed
It's like I'm happy now, cause I'm a family man
I fell in love with my kids and my wife again
And these here are the files of a classic
It's my throne till I choose to pass it
Worldwide and the sun shine so bright
That's why I wear my yellow C's at night nigga
14.Loosen' Control(Explicit)
Man,you got me goin' crazy baby
I'm losin' my mind
(oooh oooh)
Feels like i'm loosen' control
And i don't even know
Girl you hurt me oh so bad cuz i love you so, hey
But it don't matter now(bitch)
I'm doin' better now
Whatever you do, bitch
Will come back to you, bitch
Heeeeeeey,hey
Heeeeeeey,hey
Heeeeeeeeeeeey,hey
Heeeeeeey, hey
I was in love at times
I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes
Now who would ever think that i wanted her home？
Three kids and a wife, never be alone
A dog in the front yard and that picket fence
Havin' somethin' on the side？ It didn't make sense
I'm a family man sportin' a wedding band
I heard them niggas on your pager didn't give a damn
I gave you eighty percent of all my trust in you
The other twenty was cool, cuz we gone make it through
The homies said she got my mind blew in, blew in
I told that nigga like Chris Tucker
'Don't worry about what the fuck i be doin''
We was makin' chemistry, but who is he？
And how this nigga know the deal about you and me？
I fell to my knees and asked the girl 'Why？'
She looked at my eyes with no reply
So i cried
I was in love at times
I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes
I was in love at times
They say game don't wait, huh Warren G？
Well the game better wait for me
I'm spendin' my time while i'm writin' these rhymes
In the Hills for real, sippin' wines
Girl, you'z a dime
Got me losin' my mind
Well if lovin' you is a crime
I'm down to do my time
Lock me up and throw away the key
I once heard that 'This was the way love was meant to be'
I see you with me forever
We can do things that you never,
Thought you could've
Up out the hood-uh
Is where i took you
Never overlooked you
I can't believe that you shook to another spot
And left me cold, now i'm hot
I'm tryin' to find you, what am i to do ？
I gave you everything that you needed, and you took it for
granted
Shit, i'm cool now, what goes around comes around
(Snoop and Butch Cassidy)
I was in love at times
You know what girl i mean
I was in love with you and you did me like that,
But you know what they say
What goes around comes around
How could, how could you do me wrong？(me wrong)
You be messin' up my songs(my song)
Now a nigga must move on
(I gave) Gave love, and you just, straight played on me(on me)
Had a nigga sick for weeks(for weeks)
Now i must begin my streak
I was in love at times
I wuz inlove at times,
I wuz inlove at times,
I wuz inlove at times,
I wuz inlove at times.
you know what girl？ I mean, I wuz inlove w／ you and u did me
like that. but u know what they say, what goes around
comes around
15.Gin And Juice II(Explicit)
Ahh-haaa
Get your motherfuckin' glass,
Cus it's a blast from the past
You didn't think would touch it two times nigga
Gin and Juice up in this bitch, yahhh
Some of that Beats By the Pound flavor, you feel me(you heard
me)
Get your ice, get your cups, Cus we about to get fucked up in
here
Yah(yah), Straight up, Uhmm(uhmm), Yah(yah)
I'm still smokin', driftin', swifta than a mothafucka
Twisted off a cup of that 'ole ignat juice
Heated in the seat cup fulla drank
Beatin' up the block in the dark blue tank
Bullet proof vest on my chest for the cause
Diggin' in my draws for dem muthafuckin' laws
Harrassin' a nigga, blastin' a nigga
I ain't seen shit, so why you askin' nigga
To fucked up off that G-I and juice,
C-I get loose, nigga what chall wanna do
I got a crew, but I choose to roll solo
Especially on Sundays dippin' in my low-low
？？？ Spot for the glock, I ain't fuckin' with the hen dogg
So toss out the ？？？
Put my shit on three wheels for thrills
I hit a corner and make sure my drink don't spill, that's real
Rollin down the street, smokin indo
Sippin' on Gin and Juice
(Laid Back) With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Now trip dis', I'm on Interstate 10 fuckin' with this Creole
She said she knows NINO, now stop me loc
Cup of that Gin and Juice, I blank a bitch out
Then turn the bitch out, look here
There ain't no need for you to be wastin' my time
See I picked you up, now I'm gunna stick you up, And dick you
up!
Give you what you need, then bring you back down to reality
With that California weed, she seemed trouble at first
And then it got worse, cus now I got my hand up and down her
mini-skirt
Twerkin' that shit while riddin' up the highway
Doin' it my way, hella highway, the fly way
Swervin' in another lane, tryin' to maintain
And baby girl steady takin' dick to the brain
Now it ain't no thing, cus she swallowed it up
Then she wanted to take a puff, I said 'Look here bitch you've
had
enough'
Somebody say, I wanna get fucked up
(Say What, Say What)
Come on, Now
Everybody say, I wanna get fucked up
(What Chew Say, What Chew Say) YAH
I'm hopped by the ice cream shop, The cops saw me, stopped me,
heard me
Were's Serv-D, well serve me, since you got that big bad ass
dangle
Nigga you know I'm know for havin' that big ass bank
Tryin' to find all your dope, cus your a smoker
I'll find that indo weed even when I'm on the East Coast
Cus times gettin' hard on the boulevard, but I refuse to loose
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Lil' Jimmy's sent me something, I need to cop something
Got Some(Got Some), I know you got some
Nigga stop frontin', get at your boy
Hook it up like Master P(Ughh)
Would it be a tragedy to fill me the best weed
16.Stacey Adams(Explicit)
Yeah
A little something for all the O.G.s out there
That put the foundation together
Was doin' this thang
Before I knew what to do with this thang right here
Ya know
But just to let them know what time it is
And how we get down
Me, Kokane, and Battlecat
Gone let y'all know how we do this thang here
Check this out y'all
We stay on point like Stacey Adams
24 hours a day,7 days a week, can ya dig it？
That's real talk baby
You know what
We stay on point like Stacey Adams
That's real talk right there baby
(Stacey Adams)
I'm in a 3 piece suit
Looking too cute
Mashin' flashin'
Lookin' for a prostitute
Boo boo, you got that loot
I'm watchin' you, you watchin' me
It's all to the gravy cuz it's V.I.P
And everythang in here movin' belong to me
That component set, was given to me
By a pimp buddy of mine Disco D.
He told me, Frisco E.
This here gone be
The baddest pimp nigga that you ever gone see
Colder than Fillmore Slim
Tilt that brim
Snoop Dogg gone sell that trick
Keep it crackin' like pistachios
Get that money
And continue to mash these hoes
And when the Player's Ball roll around again
I'm guaranteed to win
You know why？
Cuz we
We stay on point like Stacey Adams
24 hours a day, 7 days a week
Yea, yea
You know why？
We stay on point like Stacey Adams
You know that's all we know how to do
(Stacey Adams)
Gee'd up to the feet up
Not only that but uhh
Make it spectacular
Put on my black cape
And look like Blackula
Smack ya up with the shit that I drop
911, call the cops
There's a bitch, snitch
Ain't that a bitch
I can't trust nobody in this sonofabitch
I get rich on the fakers who hate
Bakin' my cake
And catch the Lakers at 8
On channel 9
Pop a bottle of wine
Then at 10 hit the club
With my nephew Dub
11：30, talkin' dirty to this little birdy
I'm trying to get mine early
I can't be seen with your girly
Continue to mash these hoes
I keep it crackin' like pistachios
I get the money first
With no rehearsal
Snoop D-O double G
Still controversial
Aahhh
17.Ride On ／ Caught Up !
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang of dicks
It don't matter what you do or say
'Cause bitch you can't change my feelin's no way
I've been across the whole U.S.A.
Same ol' hoes on different days
Just ask my big homeboy Snoop de Snoop
Bitch you ain't cute with all that, woop de woop
I might just rock ya, I ain't afraid to blast
I might rock a fella like Dame and dash
Grip the heater and slap your ass
Cock it back, automatic clap your ass
Now this is how a gangster mash out
The homies in the Coupe, me and Snoop in the glass house
Bouncin', bouncin', bouncin', swervin'
Blaze up a whole ounce and get the ramen with the cotton candy
Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on
Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on
Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, can't get caught up
Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on
Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on
I'm out to paper count the paper bump some bitches and move
I take a trip with my click on a three day cruise
Spank the corner in the fo', sittin' low gettin' low
Now we headed to the sto' in the fo', hoes holler
Top dollar with the gold flea collar dippin' in my blue Impala
They say Snoop Dogg is a fool 'cause he got the bitches
And the little homey sellin' weed up outta high school
I never ever break the law, I just bend it
Keep everythin' splendid, that's how I intend it
Class is in session, you might get suspended, shh
If you don't shut the fuck up and listen for a minute
I've been in it for life with two kids and a wife
With no tattooes just stress and stripes, so
I'ma do what I feel and do what I like
But I won't go to sleep without my heater at night, ride on
Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on
Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on
Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, can't get caught up
Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on
Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on
Nigga gimme evrything you got, from your hat
To your contacts, T-shirt to your socks
Dogg Pound affiliate, Hell naw nigga
Certified branded Cedar Paul nigga
Mashin', grey and blue all day
All night all heated with heaters, Mac-11's
Nine millimeters, whattup Big Nate
I got a bitch that gobble up dicks like steak
She lives upstate and I don't think
Near a one of those bitches is proper, stash the chopper
DPology, D P G but first call Snoop
Whattup big homey niggaz with the swoop
The homey jumps in whips out the four pound
When we get there, we shakin' all motherfucker down
It's what I had in mind, let's get paid hit the spot
Just like a raid one of the homies got a gauge, come on
Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on
Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on
Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on, can't get caught up
Yeah, and all my niggaz say, ride on, ride on
Yeah, and all the homies say, ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say, ride on
Yeah, and all the robbers say, ride on
Let me holler at y'all for a minute man
I mean this game is gettin' real deep
We got niggaz that be misrepresentin'
I mean, motherfuckers you know thinkin' that DPG
Is a motherfuckin' football game or a football team or somethin'
Niggaz walkin' on and shit like they free agents
And just leavin' when they want to nigga this ain't no game
This is a motherfuckin' way of life
DPGC, Dogg Pound Gangsta, nigga
The fuck wrong with these niggaz man？
Niggaz be straight tryin' to put they little twist down, holla
at 'em
But you know we tryin' to stay two steps
Ahead of the game baby, y'know？
Let me holler at y'all for a minute, especially you
You done stepped in some Dogg Shit, check your shoes
Nigga this ain't Hollywood, the House of Blues
It's the Dogg House so regroup your troops
And tell 'em it's Kurupt and Snoop
Fuck your crew it's on I take your Brome
It's Don Corleone in the Chronic zone
I turn your dubs into nickels while I'm chillin'
I melt your rhymes into icicles while I'm killin'
Sell 'em, I tell 'em, Kurupt, what's up？
I know you feel like givin' it up
We can't stop, won't stop, what for
'Cause every other day another nigga tryin' to pull a dulo
You know when I was fuckin' with the hood
It was all bad, thought it was all good
A nigga had to take a breather now I'm Living Single
Like Khadijah 'cause they'll squeeze ya
Fuck a feedin' fish, I put my dick in your bitch
And make a wish, ha hah
Nigga that's gangsta shit with the gangsta twist
Yeah, Dogg Pound gangsta
18.G Bedtime Stories(Explicit)
(Uncle Snoop Dogg.)
Yo' whassup, whassup.
(Could you read us a bedtime story？)
Alright, alright.
Ya'll get my ash tray, get my lighter.
I'm a read ya'll a gangsta bedtime story.
Come here, sit on my lap.
(Okay.)
Check it out.
Great scotts, it's hot today
He ran up out of bullets so I shot him in his chest
He fell to the floor with his hands in the air
His vision gettin blurry but you know I didn't care
Peck, peck, he tried to stay on deck
So I ran up on this nigga and I shot him in his neck
Shooting like a muthaf＊＊kin vietnam vet
Riding on this nigga disrepectin my set
No stranger to danger ain't no warning shots
On the hood gettin hot, anybody can drop
You better have a spot up in town my nigga
Cause please believe it, it can go down my nigga
Caught up in some traffic behind some hood rat
Grease strikes you out with no get back
Wishing for a steak eatin on a Kit Kat
And your b＊＊＊h ain't s＊＊t the little homie hit that
Sit back and go see, take a trip up with me
Let's go get a stick nigga dip with me
We can ride on some niggas for nuthin at all
Even if we cool with 'em, f＊＊k 'em let's go get 'em
LBC in this muthaf＊＊ka cuz
I had to show these niggas what time it was
We got thugs, cons, drugs and guns
We claiming everything nigga, even dimes and doves
Have you ever slapped a b＊＊＊h to mack your grip
Or better yet, strapped a clip
To a muthaf＊＊kin' nine millimeter for heater
And put the ride down out of G two seater
You need a nigga like me to get your game like that
Young nigga, you could get a smack for that
I'm that nigga who brought the afro back
And pat your back and then I turn around and snatch your sack
Before I came out niggas was wearing slack
I brought the curl back and the golf hat
The black poker sack and this skandelous raps
The one eight seven kidnaps and jacks
I brought snaps to the game nigga
Raps to the game nigga, I'm that big rap name nigga
S-N double O-P fa sho
I do my thang way cut throat on the downlow
Oh once upon a time in the LBC
There lived a OG from the DPG
And all the little kids looked up to him
All the women stayed true to him, police tried to do him
But couldn't do nothing to him cause he's like stainless steel
And all they hated on him because he was way to real
I don't know why but he's just so fly
But I gotta end this story by saying goodnight
19.Hell Yeah(Stone Cold Steve Austin theme)
Code of the night is droppin these thangs on your dome
Hittin up my enemies, mad doggin em with a heart full of stone
BLAM BLAM! Kickin yo' door down, throwdown, dirty and low down
It's bout to go down, who ready for the showdown？
Which one of y'all wanna be the first to get tossed in the
tussle
Buckle, choked up by these muscles and, taste these knuckles
Lost I'm runnin em all, haters I'm gunnin em all
Tricks I done done em all then I ain't go no love for none of
y'all
I'm comin through like a Brougham, givin it up with both hands
Slaughterin your whole fam, rippin up the program
Total chaos, deadly as snake eyes, so cain't
None of you bustaz hurt me - fool I'm a G with no mercy
When I say, '＊＊＊＊' - you say, 'Yeah'
(c'mon) ＊＊＊＊ - yeah(c'mon) ＊＊＊＊ - YEAH
(c'mon) ＊＊＊＊ - YEAH!(everybody c'mon) ＊＊＊＊ - YEAH!
(everybody-body) ＊＊＊＊ - YEAH!
(c'mon, c'mon) ＊＊＊＊ - yeah(ha ha)
If you down with these hits say ＊＊＊＊ YEAH
If you came to get busy say ＊＊＊＊ YEAH
If you like what you see say ＊＊＊＊ YEAH
If you down with me, say ＊＊＊＊ YEAH
If you like what you see say ＊＊＊＊ YEAH
If you came to get busy say ＊＊＊＊ YEAH
If you down with 'Stone Cold' say ＊＊＊＊ YEAH
Party people in the house say ＊＊＊＊ YEAH
Gettin my bail on, swell on, far from a rookie
I SPIT in your face and look at ya dare ya to say somethin to me
Temper tantrum, smash random, quick to put you in a casket
The fool that run up is that fool to get his ＊＊＊＊ kicked
{？？？} you the ones, it's an open invitation
These ＊＊＊＊-kickins I'm dishin they got no discrimination
Patience, long gone, I'ma, chalkin em off
Walkin up bombin on sight cause I'm through talkin to y'all
Hands up loc I'm lit up, fed up, ready to bust, shakin em up
Wettin em up, slangin these knuckles cameras I'm gettin em up
Raised on the turf where we, slay for the turf
And I'm the realest rider to walk the, face of this Earth
Strapped you best to be, ain't no standin next to me
Checkin me, thought I warned you cowards about testin me
Pressin me, see the game of pain, yo I'ma plug it
I'm so rugged -- shhhh, I'm cold blooded
Yeah, y'all know what time it is
Y'all know how it's goin down
No surrender no retreat no takedown
Beanie Mac cookin up the track
That's right, Snoop Dogg and Dub-C ridin in the back
Make sure y'all know what time it is
Huh huh, yeah, we gon' make this happen
For everybody out there, the heat bangers, and headbangers
Check this out - what's crackin homey？
All up in this be-i-itch!
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