1.Beautiful
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...)
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
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!)
Pharrell： 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...
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...
(P)： Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you... Oh-hooo!
Repeat 'til fade
2.187(Deep Cover Remix)
Niggers that i used to know and sell dope wit'
Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit,
And let me know what's up and they can blast on,
Thinkin' about the homeys that passed on.
Death row come to show you all the game at,
And show you how my label got the name that
So many wanna see me, and time is money,
But never in the p-e-n, yo.
Welcome back to viet nam, california.
Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me warn you.
Every motherfuckin minute you on the west side,
The best side, 20 niggers that just died.
Walkin' down the streets of l.a.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on this spot gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' like this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps peelin' back.
So creep when you in the c-p-t.
You catch heat from fuckin' with' the d-r-e.
I got my eyes on the shit unfolding.
And there ain't gonna be no trippin'
Cause they know the type of shit that i be holding.
If there's another word said,
I'll let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga.
Yeah, and you don't stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you don't stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
Head away, sent away, get away snoop's got a gun,
And he's lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's time to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the streets with my khakis and my scars,
Nuts full of cavi and i'm headed for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, cause i'm fresh out,
But i got to make my green, and plus they all fiend
Follow me, they keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga that you know drop.
Another nigga out, but i doubt that you really give a fuck what
it's about.
Now, 99 pigs on a block with me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna knock with me,
A c-o-n-v-i-c-t, the motherfuckin' d-o-g, comin' from the l-b-c.
Look at what the doc brought in,
A chrome 38, a fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 10
So what you wanna do？ (what you wanna do？)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the mothafuckin 22
So if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!'
Yeah, and you don't stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you don't stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Splat to a motherfucker face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker cause he starts to crawl.
I guess i gots to load the glock again.
Hit 'im with the hollow points and watch him spin.
Fuck it, i had to do this quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the clip went click.
Tried to detect, but did not detect perfect
So i creep on that ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to stop from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a full six pack.
Relax, cause i'm about to take my respect.
I aimed the twelve gauge straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! boo-yaa! then i fade into the wind.
1-8-7 and it's on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip,
Niggas keep your hands on your motherfuckin' shit.
Yeah, and you don't stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you don't stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop...
3.2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted
(snoop) up out of there
(tupac) ＊chuckles＊
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
(snoop) pump that up g
(tupac) ahh shit, you done fucked up now -- ain't nuttin but a
gangsta party
You done put two of america's
Most wanted in the same
Motherfuckin place at the same ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Motherfuckin time, hahahahah
Y'all niggaz about to feel this ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Break out the champagne glasses
And them motherfuckin condoms
Have one on us aight？？ ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Verse one：2pac, snoop
Picture perfect, i paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer
With the s-n double-o-p, dogg my fuckin homey
Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs
Sho nuff, i keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run
Now i'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome
Free tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind
But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine
So i'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit
And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit
So now they got us laced
Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin cases (mmm)
Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down
Uhh, me and snoop about to clown
I'm losin my religion, i'm vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game, but you got the grooves missin
Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish
I got a pit named p, she niggarino
I got a house out in the hills right next to chino
And i, think i got a black beamer
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like bugsy seagel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in the regal
Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba
Ya see, this is for the g's and the keys motherfucker
Now follow as we riiiiide
Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the west side
And i can make you famous
Niggaz been dying for years, so how could they blame us
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailin these, motherfuckin g's
If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant
2 of amerikaz most wanted
Chorus：
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
(tupac) nuthin but a gangsta party... ain't nuttin but a gangsta
party
Nuthin but a gangsta party
It ain't nuthin but a
Motherfuckin gangsta party ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Nuthin but a gangsta party
It ain't nuthin but a
Motherfuckin gangsta party ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Verse two： 2pac, snoop
Now give me fifty feet
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatever's left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief
Better be prepared when you try to fuck wit me
I bust a flea, these niggaz must be crazy what？？
There ain't no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the thugs
(hahah right) you thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player
It's like cuz, blood, gangbanging
Everybody in the party doing dope slangin
You got to have papers in this world
You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl
Ya doing ya job, every day
And then you work so hard till ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is
You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids
They tell me not to roll with my glock
So now i gotta throat of rage
Floatin in the black benz, tryin to do a show a day
They wonder how i live, with five shots
Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block
Keep a promise see if you're related
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, try to get up on it
My nigga dogg with me, eternally the most wanted
Chorus
4.21 Jump Street
Snoop：
Hear ye, hear ye, come one come all
It's the first annual g, nigga, and all my doggs
Are invited, so go and enlight it
Cause it's the first time in a long time (right)
Reminiscing about the fresh fest back in '85
When the dubs and the san dieg's used to hoo ride
On motherfuckers like it was the thing to do
Eighty-five, eighty-fo', eight-tray, in year eighty-two
(eighty-two)
You know what the fuck i'm talking about
After party on the lake at the big homie's house
And bet nobody bring a motherfucking gun
Cause everybody in the house's from two-one...
Tray deee：
Twenty-first street, burst street, where it all started
And you know east side, long beach, the hardest
Niggaz coming realer than the real mccoy
So step with your rap and we bring the noise
It's the gang of fly bitches, homiez on the switches
Dice in the back if ya wanna get your riches
No snitches allowed inside the crowd
Cause this is the g thang, east side l.b.c. brang
In to have some fun represent two-one
And bet nobody bring a mothafucking gun and a...
Snoop：
Yeah, king park was the location
And the bigga g that was my destination
(we were) lookin up to niggaz coming up before me
And l.b.c. into my east side homies..... (it's like)
Nobody can see you, but you (yeah, the east side's perfect)
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, now that's worth it)
Nobody can see you, but you (hell yeah, the east side's perfect)
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, yeah, now that's worth it)
Tatatata.....
Snoop (tray)：
If ya bring a strap, then ya have to trip
(so if you're on a mission nigga, go on and dip)
We got meat to eat, (freaks to meet)
And chronic we can smoke on, (if i ever get a loc on)
Strolling through the park one day
Puffing on a fat ass j. with my homie named tray
Deee tryin' to see if we could put this lbc thing
Back together like it was supposed to see
Tray：
Cause ya know i'm down with ya to make 'em get the picture
And if i have to sit ya down then i spit ya
Game from the heart, i came from the start
See i was regulating when crackers was the daily's
Snoop：
Nigga let me interact with my black croaker sacks＊
And a gray golf hat tilted to the back (what's up？)
Ditchin' sunday school to get a pack of now and laters
While i'm rolling with the stealers and killin' with the raiders
Tray：
And when we bang with the saints then we ain't no joke
Come around from outta bounds and we goes for broke
Now we're breaking 'em up (hmm hmm), shaking em up (yeah)
And just for a second we're waking 'em up
(continue) giving up game on his tired ass feet
With a small dedication to two-one street
5.Big Pimpin'
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cock
My dick kinda limp so i cruise around the block
Call my cousin snoop as i swoop in the coupe
Stop by my homey dru house to puff on the loop
Seen my little homey style who i ain't seen in a while
Damn near gone, floatin on cloud one-nine
Liquor sto', so i grab some mixed gin and juice
Got a quarter pound of bud so i'm fucked up two
Seven, eight, nine ten eleven twelve
Bailed back in the crib (for what？) because i'm all-in
Conversated then i dug the hoe out
I fixed me some food, then go the hell out
Two a.m. on the dizot, i pause and i stizop
I reminisce on that ass that i rizocked
Now i'm high as a kite
Yeahh, and i'm feelin alright
Four a.m. as i stoll back to my crib
To see what's with my woman and my newborn kid
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
We do this everyday about the same time, beyotch!
I was at the park one day, that's when i saw her face
She looked kind of cavi to me
But when i take her home, and tap that ass i'm gone
I'm just a dog don't blame me
Now do i love them hoes？ (hell naw!)
And why is that？ (because you're snoop doggy dogg!)
(and you never gave a fuck about a bitch;
Cause to you, bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks)
Ha hah, dee dee dadi dadi dah
Listen to the sounds from my nigga doggy dogg
Slidin through the city in the rag six-fo'
Hoppin like a motherfucker tryin to find a hoe
Hittin all the spots but i'm comin up blank
I'm headed to the liquor store to get myself some drank
Parks my ride as i, steps inside, as i
Puts my nine double-m to my side, as i
Continue with my mission
Pussy is my dish and i'm fishin, wishin
Upon a star, to come up on some ends
But she caviar, and i let her bet her pussy
So i can get my pimp on
Cause my pen gets my pimp on from g to ozone
I have pimped my pen, on cold michigan nights
And the bitch didn't freeze up on me, when i wanted her to write
it
I have pimped my pen in the hot california sun
And the bitch didn't drip, smell, or run
As she turned the trick pages, from looseleaf to zig-zags
I have pimped my pen and she is number one in my stable
For i have yet not got a refill, for her
I love her that's why she keeps, performing for me
I have pimped my pen... and she is number one, in my stable
Pleasure, is the treasure that the girl sells all day
Pleasure is the reason that she brings daddy his cash
Dedicated the hoe, dedicate for sure
Dripping willows on satin pillows
Love is being checked, from a hoe
Dead presidents still getting their fuck on
I'm so happy because ain't nothing like a lollipop
That gets sucked, all day long
A tangy, little candy drop
I love it when she brings me the pay
Dedicated like everyday... to the sunshine
Yeah my hoe brings me mine
For like she says she does
And i believed her when i accept it
Yeah i got pimp bones in my body
And i rock them, like la-di-da-di
I rock them, mighty hardy, like la-di-da-di
I got pimp bones in my body
6.Bitches Ain't Shit
Snoop：
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks...
Chorus：snoop (2x)
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And i hops in my ride to make a quick run...
Dr. dre
I used to know a bitch named eric wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
Tight than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' compton streets
Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit
Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
It's real conversation for your ass
So recognize and pass to daz
Daz：
Now as i'm rollin' with my nigga dre and eastwood
Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough up to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
(snoop： but we don't love them hoes) bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chillin', with your homies and shit
And how my niggaz kick the anthem like this
(snoop： beeeyyaaachhh!)
(chorus)
Kurupt：
...to the store, to get me a 4-0
Snoop doggy dogg paged, that must mean more hoes
So i head down the street to long beach
Just so i could meet, a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And i'm here, now i'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so i puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes
But i'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes
How could you trust a hoe？ (snoop： why？(echoed 3x)
Cuz a hoe's a trick
We don't love them tricks (snoop： why？(echoed 3x)
Cuz a trick's a bitch
And my dick's constantly in her mouth
And turnin' them trick ass hoes the fuck out
Now...
Snoop：
I once had a bitch named mandy may
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a muthafucka lickin' the protung
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But i'm the maniac in black, mr. snoop eastwood
So i figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what？ got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the muthafuckin' county jail
6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My nigga d.o.c. and my homey dr dre
Scooped in a coupe, snoop we got news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some muthafuckin chin checkin
Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, dre, pass the glock
Kick in the do', i look on the flo'
It's my little cousin daz and he's fuckin' my hoe, yo
(bitches ain't shit)
I uncocked my shit...i'm heart-broke but i'm still loc'ed
Man, fuck a bitch!
(chorus)
Jewell：
(dr. dre in background 'bitches ain't shit')
I don't give a fuck about a bitch
But i and her know that they can't fade this
Cause i'm doin my own thingdown with the swang
I'm hangin' with death row like it ain't no thing
I say you know can't deal
Cuz i'm a btich that's real
Motherfucker need to step back, hell yeah
They need to chill
Because i don't give a fuck
And i don't give a fuck (x3)
And now i gotta do some...
And now i gotta do some shit that's clean
But when i'm on a dick, hell yeah, i get real mean
Like a washing machine
I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows
That i'm on the flo' ho
But they can't hang with my type on swang
I ain't tryin' to say i suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones
Witht he tip of the tongue
And then their sprung
With the nuts hung
(dr. dre： bitches ain't shit)
7.Death Row Is Bitches
Snoop：
This niggaz gonna crap out, watch
Cough!
Suge this niggaz gonna crap out, watch
Death row is bitches
They just snitches
Death row is bitches
They just snitches
Death row is bitches
They just snitches
Death row is bitches
They just snitches
I'm a death row killa
My hat stay still a
My bud is orange
And my drink is miller
I pilla
Killa like a killa flick
Lil c style fuckin with tha dpg
Top dogg, big dogg, whateva y'all
Suge knight sure your company's in tha fog
Simon say you'll neva see the streets again
And if homies catch you slippin there gonna stick in
Cuz, nigga, i'm trippin right now
We crippin right now
We dippin right now
All that money imade ya
You're major, i made ya
Nigga, now i gotta fade ya
Payin no attention when u got a suspension
Now i'm on a mission
Dogg paw intuition
And while you homies in the pen straight snitchin,
They gonna get it
While i'm in the dogg house cookin in the kitchen
Snoop chorus：
Death row is bitches
Supposed to be gangstas
You niggaz just snitchin
Death row is snitches
Supposed to be gangstas
The niggaz straight bitchin
Death row is snitches
Supposed to be gangstas
You niggaz is bitchez
Death row killa
Death row killa
Death row killa
Fuck death row
Unknown rapper (goldie loc？？)：
How the fuck you gonna diss snoop dogg
To a topp dogg
The niggaz snitchin like that doggy izog
You know i read it in the paper
Damn i thought suge was a gangsta (snoop： hell no!)
He cant survive tryin to dick a nigga
And thats for real
We come from the city thats gonna keep it real
Tha gangsta beatz, long beach
Give a fuck about peace
With homies bangin' in the pen
And banging on the streetz
Keep my heat right were i can see
Ridin' though your city with my strap on my seat.
Fuck police
This is east side long beach
Like biggie smalls said they don't really want beef
You know when your moms aint safe to walk through the streets
My nigga plays 4 keeps
And thats on the beach
2pac rest in peace
Snoop： and thats a cold fact
Surrounded by niggaz but now mutha fuckaz down to waste your
back.
Chorus
Death row is bitches
Wanna be gangstas
Them niggaz just snitches
Death row is bitches
Wanna be gangstas
Them niggaz is snitches
Death row is snitches
Supposed to be gangstas
Them niggaz is bitches
Death row is snitches (killa)
Supposed to be gangstas
Fuck all yall
Snoop：
Quit that lbc like
That dpg like
Death row 187 4 life
Now what up
I nut up ＆ cut up
Nigga shut up or get wet up
Let a funny ass get off ground
Funny figure throwin up
Whole hood blowin up
Nigga dissrespect me
Nigga u cant check me
I aint your lil homie
I'm the double o g
I come twice as nice as knight got trial
I got dick for you and your mutha fuckin wife
Miss knight
My life aint worth losin
While ridin shotgun young dumb crusin' snoozin'
Niggaz put my nigga 2pac in the mix
Had him fuckin with some real og shit
That nigga didnt know what he was gettin into
Had him caught up in the middle while you fuckin with his
revenues.
Chorus：
Death row is bitches
Wanna be gangstas
U niggaz just snitches
Death row is bitches
Supposed be gangstas
Them niggaz is snitches
Death row is snitches
Supposed to be gangstas
Them niggaz is bitches
Death row is snitches
(killa)
Supposed to be gangstas
(death row killa)
Fuck all yall
(death row killa)
Death row killa
Death row killa
Death row killa
Death row killa
Death row killa
Death row killa
Now i see yall niggaz tryin to put somebody tryin to talk about
me
Nigga i started yall
How the fuck u gonna put out somebody dissrespect the dogg nigga
Slap yourself
Slap your mutha fuckin self
Record sideballs get your bitch ass knocked out dogghouse
records
Yeah
If its on its on
Oh yeah
This is protected
By the blue the gray ＆
By the green
With the key
Beyatch
Hahahahhaha yeah
Crips crips crips crips crips crips
8.Deeez Nuuuts
Chiggie check, microphone check two...
Chiggie check, microphone check three...
Check game from the notorious compton g
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As a pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just to floss you like a motherfuker, clownin' their shit
Gots the dana's on your hootie and your fly ass bitch
Throw off, go off, show off, i take that hoe
If she proper, i'ma pop her the hole hopper
It's back on the track
With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sack
So daz, step up on the ass
And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past
Diggidy daz out of the cut with some shit that i wrote
With my nigga d-r-e, so you know i must be dope
But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass
Startin' static with dre, make way for the ak
That i bring as i slang like cavy
Not from kris kross but they call me mac daddy
Had he not known about the city i'm from
Long beach, tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here i come, stompin' in my kakhi suit
Bg from the hood can fuck eastwood
God damn, i ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up
On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling
But did you raise up all this nuts？
Cause dr. drizzay's about to rizzip shit up
Chiggie check, microphone check one...
Chiggie check, microphone check two...
Chiggie check, microphone check three...
You tuned to the sounds of the d-r-e...
Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the niggaz get their strap on, don't nobody cap on
Slap on some d-r-e
Or some funky ass shit by the d-o-double g-y-d-o-double g
Real g'z who drop k's, protect these n-u-t, so nigga please
Peep out my manuscr ipt
You'll see that it's a must i drop gangsta shit
Byitch!!
So recognize game from the gangsta
Thangs will remain the same until i change 'em
It's real easy to see...
So you can check sounds from nate d-o-double g...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I heard you wanna fuck with dre...
You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day...
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow...
Let me know if you think you can fade death row...
I heard you wanna fuck with dre...
You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day...
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow...
Let me know if you think you can fade death row...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
9.Deep Cover
Deep cover on the incognito tip.
Killin' motherfuckers if i have to,
Peelin' caps too, cause you niggas know i'm comin' at you.
I guess thats part of the game,
But i feel for the nigger who thinks he just gonna come and
chance things
With the swiftness, so get it right, with the quickness,
And let me handle my business, yo.
I'm on a mission and my mission won't stop
Until i get the nigger maxin at the top.
I hope you get his ass before he drops.
Kingpin kickin back while his workers sling his rocks.
Coming up like a fat rat.
Big money, big cars, big body guards on his back.
So it's difficult to get him.
But i got the hook up with somebody who knows how to get in
contact with
Him.
Hit him like this and like that,
Let 'em know that i'll make it for a big fat dope sack
What is this pen？ so let's rush it.
If you want to handle it tonight we'll discuss it
On the nigga's time, in the nigga's place,
Take a strap just in case one of his boys recognise my face.
Cause he's a sheisty motherfucker,
But i gives a fuck, cause i'm going deep cover.
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop
Creep with me as i crawl through the hood,
Maniac, lunatic, call 'em snoop eastwood
Kickin dust as i bust fuck peace
And, the mothafuckin drug police
You already know i gives a fuck about a cop
So why in the fuck would you think that it would stop
Plot, yeah, that's what we's about to do
Take your ass on a mission with the boys in blue
Dre, (whatup, snoop) yo i got the feelin
Tonight's the night like betty wright, and i'm chillin
Killin, feelin, no remorse, yeah
So lets go straight to the motherfuckin' source
And see what we can find
Crooked ass cops that be gettin niggaz a gang of times
And now they wanna make a deal with me
Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill with me
And make my pockets bigger
They want to meet with me tonight at 7：00, so whassup nigger？
What you wanna do？ (what you wanna do？)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the mothafuckin 22
So if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!'
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop
Six fo' five was the time on the clock,
When me and my homey bailed in the parking lot.
The scene looked strange and it felt like a set up
Better not be, cause if it is, they're getting lit up.
Oh here they come from the back and they laxed.
I'm checkin for the gats they strap, so whats up black？
Chill, lets hit a deal, if it aint up to what you feel then grab
your
Steel.
Right, so, what you motherfuckers gonna come at me with？
Hope you ain't wantin' none of my grip.
Cause you can save that shit. guess what they told me？
'we give you 20 g's if you snitch on your homey,
We'll put you in a home, and make your life plush,
Oh yeah, but you got to sell dope for us.'
Hmmm, let me think about it
Turned my back and grabbed my gat and guess what i told him
before i shot
It：
'if you don't quit, yeah, if you don't stop, yeah, i'm lettin'
my gat pop'
Cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover
cop...
10.Doggfather(Remix)
(snoop)
I know you gonna dig this
(timbaland)
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Snoop：
I'm the doggfatha
Dig this
(timbaland)
Uh huh, uh huh say what
Snoop：
I'm the doggfatha
And you know that
(timbaland)
Uh huh uh huh
Say what say what
Snoop：
I'm the doggfatha
And you know that
Snoop：
When i wizake up in the mornin (say what)
And i get up out my bizzed (say what)
I feel gizood, oh yes i dizoo (uh)
Cuz i still can give it up on yizoo (huh)
Cuz what is all i look fizzor (uh)
In the fizee where the papers lizzone (uh-huh)
But as for mizee, i own gizees (what)
When im bustin rizzocks and ya know that (ticky ticky ticky
ticky ticky)
I put down more hits than mafioso niggaz (uh-huh)
And lucky luciano bout to sing soprano
And i know, i know the way it feels (uh-huh)
And baby bubba we gon keep it on the real (huh huh huh)
Just to getcha caught up in amazement (yeahhh, what)
We talkin to cubans, so it might get dangerous (yeah, uh)
Now when it izzoo, people said oh dizzamn (uh-huh)
And let the bizzow wizzow ride the trizail ha ha (uh-huh)
How you feelin, i'm on the ceilin,
Ridin like a villain makin the killins,
Thrillin the crowd (uh-huh)
With my new hairdo (hairdo)
Outbiddin you (fo sho)
Fifty dollar socks credit thousand dollar shoes (uh-huh)
Man i give the blues to the sucka m.c.'s, who you be？
You know who i be, young nigga
Chorus：
Snoop, (timbaland)：
I'm the doggfatha
(dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg fatha fatha)
And ya know that, i'm the doggfatha
(dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg fatha)
And ya know that, i'm the doggfatha
(dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg fatha fatha)
And ya know that, i'm the doggfatha
(dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg fatha fatha)
Snoop：
Lets make a move for this paper, where we rollin dog？(uh-huh)
We gots to get paid, make ya money all yall (what)
When i step to the stage in my g-boy stance (what)
And say a few rhymes that make your girl wanna dance
I'm so fly like a dove, i come from up above
You're trippin on your girl cause she showed me love
Nigga dont beat her, cause if you beat em, ya dont need em
Yeah they gon have your baby,
Watch how fast they take your freedom (what, uh-huh)
I believe em, and dont mistreat em, i stay up on em (what)
But thats one to grow on nigga, let me flow on (cuzz)
Cause uh, you could rock to the rhythm you see (what)
But you could rock to the rhythm on me..(uh-huh) me.. (uh-huh)
me..
But when you do your thang make sure you do your thang
On the hang, and everythang is everythang
Man, i'm on this paper chase
Like them whiteboy d.a.'s was on the case (uh-huh)
But you know i aint tryin to floss but
Murder was the murder was the case that they lost
(murda murda murda murda)
Chorus
Snoop：
Now do anybody in the house remember
When there wasnt no snoop dogg？ (yeah)
There was no rappers hollerin lbc,
Am i trippin yall？ (hell naw)
Now, when i grow up i wanna be like snoop, mad pussy and women
As we do from the beginnin (uh-huh)
In and out of the boz hotel, they say your family dont know me
Hold on homie, thats phony, informal
Say, tell, l's in jail, vest before test,
No one in my click fell (what)
The females with the almighty fatherly
Cuz we thinkin bout peeps, what they need
And it ain't no party like this kind (say what)
Cause you feelin where we make it hizzot
But i'ma get back to the grizzats,
Snoop d o double g comin back for a remizzax
Chorus
Yeah, you know what i'm sayin？
(dogg, da-dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg) (fatha, fatha, fatha, fatha)
It's all about the gangstas, son
(dogg, da-dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg)
And you know that (fatha, fatha fatha fatha fatha)
I'm the doggfatha
(timbaland)
Say what？ and i'm the pimp fatha, ha
Snoop：
Ha ha, i'm the dogg fatha
(timbaland)
Say what？ and i'm the timbaland fatha, ha ha
What
One time
For that mind, mind
Uh huh,uh huh uh huh
What
Ha, ain't nobody do it like me
Ha, from the southside, you see
From the v-a, to the l-a
What
Da-dogg da-dogg fatha fatha
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh, what
Say what
11.Don't Be Foolish
Yo dogg, niggas always asking me
'is the muthafuckin dpgc still together？'
Niggas gon ask me
'dogg ya'll still together, i heard ya'll broke up like the fat
boys.'
Nigga what, nigga this dogg pound for life nigga
We ain't going nowhere nigga
In matter of fact, you actin foolish right now with all that
shit you kick
Nigga everywhere i go niggas be actin foolish
And uh, i'm a deal with that shit dpg style
I'm a rider, the first local stock pilot
Now what the fuck made you think the dp divided
Moving on up to the top of the map
Because gangsta will be here till the curl comeback
I'm moving down to block d, me and my homies
The dogg pound would rock overseas, immense degrees
No bitch niggas in the circle
Beat a nigga in his face till his fuckin eyes turn purple
I told myself watch out for my family and health
I got my shit together, got the gauge up shelf
Knowing the rules have chose to hang out with the dummies and
fools
Old school poda dada that i knew from way back to school
Attitude shitty, kept it raw and gritty
Uncut, me and my dawgs fuckin it up
What up
Fuckin it up, fuckin it up for life nigga, dogg pound, ya heard
If i hear another nigga talking about what he gon do, to who
To me and my crew, nigga the grey and the blue
You through, you knew you shouldn't have done that
Now how the fuck you figure that we wasn't gon comeback
The d, the p, the g to c
Westcoast's finest and i'm a put that on me
See niggas been rappin but they ain't sayin shit
Nigga shut the fuck up, get off my dick
Chorus
Don't be foolish x2
Hook
You see you don't wanna fuck with us
Knowing how we throw it out, the sucka niggas want to imitate us
Cause all we wanna do is put the g right back in you
Yeah worry about your muthafuckin punk ass crew
And we keeps it gangsta fool, thats gangsta, keep it gangsta
fool
Trip, we got more dough than rock up, more niggas to lock up
You niggas need to strap up or pack up
See because this world we live in is crazy, and the people they
so sick
See why i keeps it gangsta and i ride with the sickest clique
And when it comes to gun play, hell yeah we the quickest biach
And oh my momma and my daddy, grandpapa and my granny
Homeboy you can't fuck with this
Smooth when we come through
The dp when we come through the gangstas is in the house
And all you muthafuckin niggas and you muthafuckin bitches
Get a muthafuckin dick in your mouth
I'm a gangsta i thought you knew, g'd up, grey and blue
Dippin through on the coop, made you blue
Kurupt and snoop, daz in the muthafuckin bomb ass clique
We gangstas nigga, laid back thinkin i tell you how it is in the
hood
Where all my homies at, straps in cadillacs
Hittin switches like e'yday, livin like the g way like e'yday,
dpg-c
Hook
Chorus x4
Just bullshittin man this dude done told me the dogg pound broke
up
Wait till i catch that nigga, i'm a beat him down
Wait till i, wait till i catch em
Dogg pound ain't gon never break up cause that's favorite group
They gon keep on commin out with albums
Wait till i catch this nigga, he lied to me
This did done tell me some stupid bullshit
Wait till i catch that muthafucker
Man don't be foolish and believe that shit
Shit man, don't be foolish
Don't be foolish, nigga
Don't be foolish nigga, don't be foolish nigga.
12.Don't Do The Crime(Aka Death Row Killaz)
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
Yeah
Don't do it
Fell off into a party in the cpt
Niggas looking at me strange
But i'm up on the game
I ain't fucking with them niggas no mo
Shit, i feel the same way ya'll feel
Nigga, fuck death row (ha ha)
I cut em loose, send em juice
With visine in their cup
Catch em slipping, all my homeys get em stuck
It's the tale of a whale locked in a cell
On the streets he was the heat cause cuz had major mail
Had his homeboys plugged, wearing gold chains
Hanging at the studio, splurging and thangs
Nigga fucking off money, saving them hoes
Fucked off some money of mine
And bought me a white rolls
Living on wilshire in a penthouse suite
Fucking bad bitches seven days a week
Colder than a motherfucker but now i'm hot
Floss me a brand new suit from dionne scott
I guess i'm balling now
Money falling down
I can hear them movie star bitches calling me now
Doggy dogg come and get with the pg
Mr. calvin broadus could you please come and see me
But i ain't tripping, i'm just dogg pound cripping
Talking big shit and in a bulletproof dipping
Make my own beats, so fuck ya'll too
And i'm down with the niggas from the you know who
We get to the point
Blaze the joint
Step into the party and holla at everybody
As long as the gin get mixed with juice
And the five on the crap game gon hit with deuce
Shit niggas gon be niggas so nigga nigga what
Just because i'm having paper don't mean fuck
I once was in the same predicament you was
Thinking to myself 'damn should i kill cuz？'
But i know deep in my heart
Two wrongs ain't right
And it started from a fist fight
I only got one life to live
I'm trying to see a grandfather with some grandkids
You dig？
I'm trying to live long like my hair
Put the shit down, like fred estaire
I want to share my world
But how the fuck can i share it
Everytime i throw you something
You look at mine and compare it
Man, it's a cold shame
But it's a cold game
I ain't make the rules to this game
Look, all i know and all i do
Is try to come through with something new
Banging for you
So whatever you do, you like it or not
Because when your shit play out
I be back on the dope spot
My grandpappy once sat me in his lap and he said
'son get your money like that' (get your money, man)
I sit alone in the zone
Face of stone
Live the live of al capone
A don corleone
Casually casualties, fatalities
And all kind of funny looking niggas coming after me
Funny, it's got me dodging, dipping, slipping, and sliding
Eastside up, eastsiders cause we riding (eastside up)
This is portable something to fuck with your ear
Doggy dogg will appear to make it sound so clear
I fucks it up, like i always do
And that's a trick
I'm saying some shit
To make the bitches want to suck my dick
See it's an everyday thang
Communicating to ya'll with the dogg pound slang
Back up in the house and we just don't stop
Call ya mama, fuck her fat, call the motherfucking cops
Hit roccs, yeah, you know what？ you know what
They told me like this
13.Freaky Tales
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that i tell so well
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that i tell so well
I met this girl, her name was joan
She loved the way i rocked on the microphone
When i met joan, i took her home
She was just like a doggie all on my bone
I met another girl, her name was ann
All she wanted was to freak with a man
When i met ann, i shook her hand
We ended up freakin by a garbage can
The next young freak, i met was red
I took her to my house and she gave me head
She like blowin dicks, is all she said
We jumped in the sheets and we broke my bed
There's another girl, her name is sherry
You talk about sex and the girl acts scary
I heard she was freakin from my big brother jerry
Took her to my crib and i popped that cherry
Young and tender, sweet denise
Get her in the bed and the girl's a beast
I tell you homeboy if you get a piece
She'll only start talkin bout signin a lease
I met a young tender, her name is lori
An x-rated movie wouldn't tell her story
She had a twin sister, her name was lisa
And just like lori she's a real dick pleaser
My girlfriend's name, was michelle
Her booty was bigger than the tail on a whale
When i freaked michelle, i freaked her well
Her pussy got hotter than the flames of hell
I g'd this girl, her name was tammi
I didn't wanna do it cause the bitch was ？flantly？
She had a best friend, her name was janet
I pulled her to the side and i spit that game
I had a lot of freaks, in my lifespan
I freaked one night, with this girl named pam
The very next day, i saw her with her man
One week passed, and i was in her again
I had an old tender, her name's jeanine
She was thirty-eight and i was only seventeen
She likes to freak, she's just a fiend
It really didn't matter when i saw her in jeans
I want a big freak, fat and sloppy
I kick on back, and watch the hoe just mop me
Two tons of fun, big mad magenta
A country broad from alabama
I met this freak, her name was beth
Her pussy got wet and it smelled like death
I was tired as hell, i was drippin sweat
But i was all up in her tryin to hold my breath
Bake, and, shake, ups
I met this freak in vegas
She she said her name was don-na
She was a ？belt？ lil' freak from chi-na
I said, 'i don't pimp, or gigolo
I'm havin so much paper i don't need a hoe
You can break yourself, but you can't break me
You never met a player like snoop baby'
I knew a dick sucker named betty joe
I took her to my house and we did it on the flo'
The girl got freaky let me tell you mo'
She was down on her knees, beggin to blow
She's like another freak, named renee
You get her all alone and she'll make your day
Like burger king, she knows the play
And with a freak like renee you can have it your way
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that i tell so well
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that i tell so well!
14.Fuck Wit Dre Day
Yeah, hell yeah, knowhati'msayin, yeah
Verse one：dre
Mista busta, where the fuck ya at？
Can't scrap a lick, so i know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now i wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
Make you bow down to the row
Fuckin me, now i'm fuckin you, little ho
Oh, don't think i forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah it's me so i'ma talk on
Stompin on the 'eazy'est streets that you can walk on
So strap on your compton hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and stay low-key
B.g. cause you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must that i fuck wit you
Break one： dre
Yeah, that's what the fuck i'm talkin about
We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You knowhati'msayin, punk motherfucker
＊＊we want eazy, we want eazy＊＊
Verse two： snoop doggy dogg
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy dogg's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death row's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
Play, with my bone with ya jimmy
It seems like you're good for makin jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was the 'frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, i'm talkin about you and me
Toe to toe, tim m-u-t
Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious
And them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootylicious
You get with doggy dogg oh is he crazy？
With ya mama and your daddy hollin' bay-bee
So won't they let you know
That if you fuck with dre nigga you're fuckin wit death row
And i ain't even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beotch
Break two：
Yeah nigga, compton and long beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin crranium cracked
nigga
Step on up. now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the
name
Mighty, mighty d-r. yeahhh, motherfucker!
Verse three： dre and snoop
Now understand this my nigga dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin over, so luke's gettin fucked, busta
Musta, thought i was sleazy
Or though i was a mark cause i used to hang with eazy
Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke
Ay yo dre, whattup, check this nigga off loc
If it ain't another ho that i gots ta fuck with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya onstage rappin at your wack-ass concerts
And i'ma snatch your ass from the backside
To show you how death row pull off that whoride
Now you might not understand me
Cause i'ma rob you in compton and blast you in miami
Then we gon creep to south central
On a street knowledge mission, as i steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as i pulls out my strap
Got my chrome to the side of his white sox hat
You tryin to check my homey, you better check yo self
Cause when you diss dre you diss yourself, motherfucker
Outtro
Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. dre, dropin chronic once again
It don't stop, punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
Doggy dogg in the motherfuckin house
Long beach in the motherfuckin house
Compton style nigga, straight up, really doe
Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like
Youknowhati'msayin？
All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dick
Yeah, eazy-e eazy-e eazy-e can eat a big fat dick
Tim dog can eat a big fat dick
Luke, can eat a fat dick
Yeah
15.Game Don't Wait
Shit don't stop because the game don't wait
Game don't wait
Hits don't stop because the game don't wait
Shit don't stop because the game don't wait
Game don't wait
Damn, g, i come to find out, all these years, man, that the game
won't wait, no matter who you are, where you are, or how you,
the game won't wait. it's a cold thing, but it's a cold game.
you know how it is
Game don't wait (the game, the game)
Game don't wait (the game don't wait for nobody)
Repeat 2x
Now all i see is we, the lbc's, 213's, g's and please
And the reason the season, the click's off the heezy
Mr. warren geezy, gots to make it easy, for snoop deezy
To come back and drop raps that make snaps so easy
The most hunted and most wanted
With a pocket full of hundred, you know how we run it (you know)
Snoop d oop pass the m i c, anticipation, 213
Uh, we contemplate and regulate
Now we got the game tight, there's money to make
The game won't wait but you can wait for the game
World wide tour with skirts screaming our name
(the shit don't stop cause the game don't change
All we gonna do is maintain)
The hits don't stop because the don't wait
I got no time for no demonstrate
I gotta go out and buy some brand new clothes
Change my socks, they'll reveal my soul
The hits don't stop because the don't wait
Girls don't stop because the dick is straight
Let me teach what i already know
The hits don't stop so it's time i go
(chorus)
Now it's the second time around, ain't no phonies or fakes
Let me holler at you, trying to snake my stakes
You older than me, you say og
You almost forty, trying to stay young and sporty
Sports you romeos'll stay in your place
Before you see all-stars ride up in your face
Youngster never bite the hand that feeds you
Proceed to give back to your folks and loc's that need you
We do (we do) we always keep it on the true
213 that's the name of the crew
It's true that dirt i did as kid got me caught up
But i was brought up with the mo of the deal
So for your info
Youngster, i been doing this before i hit the radi-izzo
Snoop deezy is off the heezy
So you can make mine extra cheesy
The crews a twist cause it consists of
Three riders, westsiders, one love
(the shit don't stop cause the game don't change
All we ever wanted was a small time mansion)
(chorus to fade)
16.Gangsta Move
Yeah. anotha dogg house production. my nigga meech roll it.
Wussup. we movin solo for the 9-9, 9-8, ya heard me？
Too many flees, too many bustaz. we doin this shit solo.
Dig it
Cold game (cold game), new twist (new twist).
My niggaz step back and let me do this (do this)
Cuz i'm that 5-0 with em, getting 5-0's, sittin getting in the
wind
For all my homies in the pen
It's back on
My backbone, my wife in my life ＆ down wit a nigga before my
paper was tite.
Boo, you's a real bitch
I write that real shit
That them niggaz just got to get with
I bounce in and out of town just like a basketball player
Pass weed with the g's
And pass laws with the mayors
See, that's the difference between
You, me, and him
Nigga, i'm silk the slim
With the feather in his brim
I swim under water and don't get wet
Then bounce back to the hood and c-walk the set
I keep it gangsta all the time
An you can ask the doug, insanes, and one-9
Cuz i'm
Born gangsta, stays on the move (keep it tru, dawgz)
Dogg pound just for the fuck of it (dogg pound!)
Born gangsta, keepin it true
None of y'all can stop me now
Cuz i'm havin papers now (dogg pound!)
I stay on em like cop cars
Man, you watch your rabid-ass nine
Tryin to stop cars hoo-bangin this fast-lane game
It ain't a thang
I was learnin this game when you was servin your cane
It's where my shit's at
Flip rats tryin to get some get-back
Sit back, an holla at a playa bout cold game
I stay bout it (bout it)
A bitch'll have you crossed up
An niggaz get you crossed out
I cant hang and bang wit y'all no more y'all niggaz flossed out
An papers what i'm all about
It's down that bullshit roll with y'all or take the baller
I take the baller out, he take the small amount
Long-term big shit
That's what i'm all about
Call em out, stall em out
Fuck em, i twist em
The hardhead never listen
They never recognize and they never pay attention
I stay g, and by the way did i mention young nigga
Born gangsta, stays on the move (move on, move on)
Dogg pound just for the fuck of it (d-p-g dogg pound!)
Born gangsta, keepin it true
None of y'all can stop me now
Cuz i'm havin papers now (get cha money, get cha money dogg
pound!)
A-b-c-d-p-g-c
Ain't no l-i-m-i-to the t (ain't no limit)
I'm fuckin wit g's that's makin moves with thugs
You still catch me hangin out
In the muthafuckin club
One love (one love, nigga!), sippin moet
Holla'in at cha bitch (beeyatch!)
All by my lonely, cuz i don't give a shit
C-walkin on the dance floor, throwin up dp (dogg pound!)
An ain't nobody gon' fuck with me
Cuz i'm a tru tank dogg
With big bank, y'all
Let's sample down with snoop an watch us come back an spank
y'all (woo!)
Keepin high, stay on top
I'm #1 with a bullet and i'm back on top (back on top!)
(say what？) hunter proof, gold tooth with the diamond in the
middle
Roll-model millionaire gangsta ass nigga
We steady mobbin while we lynchin
Stay independent, on a mission
By the way did i mention？ (keep it gangsta, nigga!)
Born gangsta, stays on the move (move on, move on)
Dogg pound just for the fuck of it (d-p-g dogg pound!)
Born gangsta keepin it true (keep it real, dawg)
None of y'all can stop me now (yeah, stop that)
Cuz i'm havin papers now (stop that dogg pound!)
Born gangsta, stays on the move (stay on the move, move on)
Dogg pound just for the fuck of it (d-p-g dogg pound!)
Born gangsta keepin it true
None of y'all can stop me now (stop that)
Cuz i'm havin papers now (yeah dogg pound! you know!)
Another dogg house production. my nigga meech on the beat. got
another smoke
Just goin down, that's how it goes.
Gotta say wussup to all my niggaz in the house
My nigga meech in the house
Yeah, chop-chop from the agb
Yeah, goldielox
An the lbc
Warren g
Aww yeah
Kiddie banks from the lbc
Jc
Aww yeah
＞from the big lb
This how we do it y'all, dpg
And we out.
17.Hollywood Bank Robbery
Intro：daz ＆ (tray deee) talking
Let's get paid tray deee
(shit what else we gon' do？)
Hit this shit!
(fuck it, we're gonna go thru wit it)
That's what i'm sayin!
(we're layin everybody in this motherfucker, daz
That's when we gonna go after the cheese, ya ready？)
Everybody lay the fuck down!!!!
Verse 1： daz dillinger
A nigga mash in the bank for loot
The robbery's commited and i'm prepared to shoot
Blast em with the cops on pursuit
It's all about cheese, i got the nibblin like rats
Hop over da corner get them fillin up my sack
Pistol whip a couple and let them know i mean bidness
Niggas been tryin ta get in for years, i mean killin
To master a ride out, get ghost to hide out
Count my green, enforce my team
It ain't a small-time dream no mo'
What make the world go round？ it's money, cars, bitches and
dough
Chorus： daz
See we the gang, we mash and blast to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane
We the gang, we mash to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane
Verse 2： tray deee
Covered in armour, five seconds till we smuggle the spot
First motherfucker reachin for the button get shot
Got the m-1-6 plus the clips to work
Six minutes to be in and get the chips and skirt
Scoot loot, one shot they holler and drop
Pop the duffle and shovel in dollars in knots
Got the whole room hostage, straight no nonsense
The object is stompin accomplished profits
And never had no mercy for the victim
Die, motherfucker, die if that's what it take to make me richer
Chorus： tray deee
See we the gang, we mash and blast to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane
See we the gang, we mash and blast to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane
We the gang!
Verse 3： daz
G's forgetten that a is for anybody killin in it
For them niggas, the g's we be gettin
Watch out when the 9 spit, blast irrapidly
Too late the cops at the bank and they got to me
Empty the bread out the safe, make i escape
Make a dumb move for the moves you make
Kaboom, let the drama unfold, blast, reload
$70 million out the back door, y'know
Me and tray deee hits deep, hear the ＊？'plaud？＊ and the scherm
is blood
Let's hit the store, start robbin for more
Checkin niggas, wreckin niggas right at they front door
Bangin niggas, gankin niggas for what that ain't yours
Hood operator and none too greater
With the infiltrator bustin on these gangsta haters
Stuck in the zone, havin papers, havin more zone
Finally puttin meat on my bones (at ease)
Chorus： daz
See we the gang, we mash and blast to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane (got us all insane)
We the gang, we mash to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane
Verse 4： snoop doggy dogg, kurupt
See we're ridin, we're stealin, we're killin, we're dealin
And stickin up you bitch ass niggas
I say we ride eastside, slide forever in a day
The dpg way!
Look here takin your shit is like taking your bitches
Quick as i spin this is as quick as she get
Nigga i'm a ridah and that's on this
We ain't gon' dip until we get them chips
We splits the shit up, what i folds
Got a army full of doggs and soldiers full of loccs
Two hundred spokes witta pocket full of notes
Banktellers ＊？shout？＊ wit my hand around the throat
Reach for my colt but on another note
I gotta shake the spot, they just called the cops, hmm
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
I point my pistols at the pig, die motherfucker die!!!
All the homeys saggin, unload the magnum
E'rybody dashin, dippin wit the cash-in
The homeboys blastin, cop cars crashin
Got all smashin hearts of assassins
Hold up there's the cut (what？), duck
Cock back, soon as you look up, nigga dump
See the stick-up, my mind on a trip on tweak
And i'm dyin wit the homeys before they catch me
We're blastin!
Chorus x2
18.Hooked
Talking：
Hey yo, soopafly
These niggaz act like they don't know my motherfuckin' name
(gangsta)
Hmm...ain't that a trip
Now i put half these niggaz on (ain't that something)
Chorus：
Snoop d-o double g (from the dp)
Talking：
Niggaz wasn't even rapping till i came out
You know what i'm sayin？
Y'all know what time it is
Chorus
Every nigga in this rap game, to the dope game
Now i got the hook up on the dodo, for sure tho'
But i'm not a weed seller, but a crocka sack beller
A rap star plus a 2 time felon
Sellin' phones out the trunk i mix g with funk
I put it all together, and rock it till it chump
Then bag it up and sag it up and then serve
I'm always on the pager, never on the curb
I'm big time, get mine, stay down for the grizind
I keep it gangsta, nigga, all the tizime
Ask them niggaz, from way down south (who？)
The boys right there with the gold in they mouth
They'll tell ya (tell ya)
There ain't no bullshit to sell ya
Snoop d-o double g who wannabes wannabe
I got love for my folkers out in 'lejo
And all my soldiers gettin' busy down in n-o
Gangsta's, get respect from me
And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me
That's on the c, dpg will never break up
There's too much motherfuckin' paper to cake up
That's on me (dpg)
Now what？
I'm
Chorus x3
Now all the bitches if you with me, come get me
I'm in room 210, don't forget to bring the gin
That's the old fashion way, and bring a friend with ya
So when i'm through with ya she can hit ya
Shit i ain't trippin'
I'm dippin'
There's money to be made
It's funny how she layed when i told her she couldn't stay
Look here, my boo'll be through
So you gotta raise, boy game pays
On the next phase, gotta show to do at 4
Then i'm headed right back to the studio
If you need the hook up
Give a nigga a holla
I slide through your hood, in the gold impala
Drop off a sack, then i head right back
And i hope i don't get jacked, cause you know i'm ridin'
strapped
But if the boys decide to pull me over loc
They recognize my face, and so they go
Gangsta's get respect ya see
All y'all other niggaz gettin' shook like fleas
That's on the c
Dpg will never break up
There's too much motherfuckin' paper to cake up
That's on me
Chorus x4
Dogg pound gangsta's
Say it with me
Say it with me
Say it with me
Say it for me
Right back at ya
Who go the hook up？
I do
I got the hook up
I got the hook up
If ya need it
I got the hook up
Yeah
That's gangsta
Straight up
98
Doggy dogg
Chorus x5
Ain't no limit to this shit
Ain't no limit to this shit nigga
Straight up
That's gangsta
And we out
19.Hoop Dreams(He Got Game)
Man i had a crazy crazy dream dogg.
I had a dream i was in the nba straight playin basketball.
Nba straight getting my ball on dogg.
Can you imagine？
Snoop dogg in the nba？
Imagine that, hoop doggy dogg.
Yea straight ballin.
You know i'm a ball anyway so why not.
Let me get my ball on.
If i could play in the nba
I would be that six-four all day shootin that trey
I dribbled to the outside and passed it to shaq
They double teamed on him so he passed it back
Look at the 3 but i don't take the shot
Cause i think i'm cold and i aint trying to get hot
I'm feelin bionic, we playing the sonics
And i'm sticking gary payton so you know i'm ball hatin
Bang on vin baker cause real lakers really don't care yea yea
Next stop in the court on damon toast stouda and my homeboy j.r.
rider
Minnesota timberwolves, we cut 'em down
Hakeem olajuwon and scottie pippen, we shut 'em down
The twin towers, dave and duncan
20 in the paint fool you get's nothing
On a four game roll sweep, beep beep
We beat the bulls and we rocked the heat
And we traded for a few players, some pacers
Miller and mullin and now they lakers
We cant be beat now, we on a 27 game win streak now, bow wow
When it all started from a dream
I'm playin point guard on my favorite team (lakers)
I got the big perm, doing interviews with chick herm
At stu lance, we do a dance
When it rains poppin shampane
Basketball yes yall thats the game
Two years ago a friend of mine
Ask me to glide from the free throw line
So i took the ball, and as i made the hoop
Everybody jumped up and they said 'go snoop'
And my career jumped off into the fast lane
My rookie season i made my first all star game
Double g like george gervin, thats what the call me cause i'm so
ice
Ballin cause that's my life, i balls all day, and i balls all
night
They call me snoop dogg and everybody know i love to hustle and
ball
The season gettin tragic we lost to the magic
And the word is that rodman done had it
So i guess it on a young homie, the great number 8, mr. koby
Give him the ball dogg he ready
We got to play charlotte tonight, i'm stickin eddie
Remember all the good times that we had
Cuz dont trip to long cause tommorow we play the jazz
Then it on to play the denver nuggets
The homeboy nick they traded, but damn i still love 'em
Keep a picture of 'em on the wall next to dr. j
Meach, i love basketball
Allen iverson on the fly boy he hard to stick
C webb comin through with a quick pick
The nba saturday mornings hey or maybe on a sunday
We in the playoffs so stay off the court
This aint no game, this a sport
And we in it to win it, we ballin, no limit
Remember this
When i grow up on wanted to be a point guard playing on nbc
With herb and suge or pistol pete or world b. free givin dap to
me
Givin up my dues with converse shoes
And tellin all the kids to stay in school
This is true and your dreams can come true
If it happen to me, it can happen to you
That's for all the nba players that dream of being a rapper.
I'm a rapper that dreams of being a nba player and i'm a baller.
Let's bounce up out of here man.
20.How We Roll(Interlude Crip Song)
(snoop dogg)
S-n,double o p, mutha fuccaz no me,
Locc'ed up n smoked up,me n goldie loc awayz bangin,war taggin,
Cakis saggin if u yall niggaz leave me
hanging,ha-ha-ha-ha-haaah!,
St8 crippin n dippin tha bloods in tha blood, driped outed n
they flood,
Do double g,dpgc,lbc,yall know me.
(goldie loc)
Hey locc im representing, ill stump you in tha mud,
Fucc tha vicelords n them crooked ass bloods,
Its easy 2 kill a slob,me n my crip mob,
Lbc how we roll.muthafuccaz.
(tray dee)
Im locc'n it up wit tha loocs,
Pop-pop- gun smoke roccin blu,gray n white
Its a full moon tonight dpgc,
Some slobs wanna fight,pull out tha gat n send niggaz to gangsta
city
Sho no pity,when i die.qb,lbc.dpg.loc.
21.Chin Check
Is the door locked
(n n, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) what the fuck's up dre
You tell me, you talk to ren
Im right here nigga
(n n, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) release the hound
Bow wow wow
Wha wha wha what what what, what
I'm a nigga wit an attitude thanks to y'all
And i don't give a fuck i keep it gangsta y'all
I'ma ride for my side in the c.p.t.
God bless the memory of eazy-e
If it wadn't for me where the fuck you'd be？
Rappin like the treacherous three, fuckin cowards
I'd have seen dre rockin parties for hours
And i'd have seen ren fuckin bitches from howard
And i'd have seen snoop give away eddie bauer's
So fuck jerry heller and the white superpowers
This the shit niggaz kill for
They hear the villain niggaz spittin' with them nigga flows
Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch ass niggaz too
Got something for you broke
These niggaz wearin' skirts like the pope
Who them niggaz that you love to get (us)
Who them niggaz that you fuckin' wit' (us)
Love the girl that weed and shit (what)
The saga continues, with the worlds most dangerous group
Four deep in the coup
(im a spill it)
I'ma smoke where i wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who i wanna choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where i wanna ride (fuck that)
Cause i'ma nigga 4 life, so i'ma nigga til i diz-ie
(n n, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
I'ma smoke where i wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who i wanna choke (fuck that)
(n n, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
I'ma ride where i wanna ride (fuck that)
Cause i'ma nigga 4 life, so i'ma motherfuckin nigga til i diz-ie
A pencil, a pen, or a glock
Im the original, subliminal, subterranium
Titianium, criminal minded, swift
D-r-e with that fuck a bitch shit (fuck a biatch)
A couple o' notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat
You don't want the pistols to whistle
Candy paint impala
I make hoes pop collars
God damn hoes, here we go again
Fuckin with ren, playin' to win
(he got the) coke in hand, (i got the) juice and gin
Same shit you was fuckin wit way back then
We keep it crackin' from the actin to the jackin
G'ed up c'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up
We all on deck fool so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me don't get wet
Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots
Let's get together, make a record, why the fuck not？
I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985
(n n, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
Real niggaz, biatch, you know, ha hah
We cause tragedy, erratically
Systematically, in your house without a key
How fucked up that'd be
Gat'll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery
Assault and battery, cus we coming with that street mentality
Straight west coast rider academy
Concrete nigga, that's my reality
Lying tricks told them dicks i had a key
Hoes make the world harder than it have to be
(yea thats right)
I'ma smoke where i wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who i wanna choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where i wanna ride (fuck that)
Cause i'ma nigga 4 life, so i'ma nigga til i diz-ie
I'ma smoke where i wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who i wanna choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where i wanna ride (fuck that)
Cause i'ma nigga 4 life, so i'ma motherfuckin nigga til i diz-ie
22.I Will Survive
By dawn's early light
I shine brighter than the stars in the night
I'm bout ready for a fight
Come through and i've consumed enough juice
To cut loose and throw a mike to the moon
Since i'm the sun
I'll make you one, it's all for fun
I'm torching hot and all the same
From playing war games with saddam hussein
Now who's sane？ i'm insane
My membrane's on cold grown
The tempature's rising, fry the cells in your dome
It might be on
And if you think so, you know me
It's tech the pony
The doggfather's little homey
Ain't that something
How i got little homeys now
I remember when i was just a little bow wow
Writing for my rep
Calling fore i step
Now i put niggas in the game just to stay on deck
High profile but my style low pro
Top dogg on the row, doggystyle ceo
And i blow the best indo
That you know of
So when i'm in your town
Dip down, and show love
You know what？ what's up
Shit, i'm feeling good now
You better come and get me before i fall into a freestyle
They say what's a rapper
Well nigga, what's an emcee
If they don't got the skills, then they don't roll with me
Ain't that the truth
I'm bulletproof off the roof
I got a mic and a fix
That'll jack you for your chips
I'm out for rep
But how long will it last
I'm coming up quick, cause broke niggas need cash
At last, i'm at the top so i maintain now
Gotta bang now
Nigga, this doggystle
All she ever wanted was a small time dub thang
Got my homey caught up in the coke game, dope game
He so sprung, on top of that he young
He's only thirteen years old and the world's so cold
He never took the time out to fall down on his knees
Until he fucked his gee, got some keys
Now they enemies
The niggas he grew up with
They put him in the game
Now they bout to take him out the game
Man, it's a shame, but you know how that shit go
That's life in the fast lane, so that's where i roll soop
I'd rather not get shot
I'd rather sit in the studio and rock spots
Dogg pound, doggystyle, we're one big family
It's all dpg (dpg)
I got a gee on the best bomb money can buy
I ain't out for no homey's sides, i'm out to survive
Dogg pound, doggystyle, one big family
It's all dpg (dpg)
Niggas and hoes will try to get you twisted
But i'm unlisted in the books
You base your life on that, you might get your life took
Put me in the game, i'm riding hard till i win
Serve a crew, kill a few niggas till the end
I mean, i'm a fiend for superior green
And all my life i got advice from a superior team
I gotta stay away from the cash see
Don't get blasted
Tell my kids how i lasted
My crew's mafiosos
So my philoso-
Phy is to gee till the day i d-i-e
23.Let's Play House G-dub Remix
5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50, 55, 60, 65, 70, 75, 80,
85, 90, 95,
100, ready or not baby, here i come
Dat nigga daz struck a match and the match went out
But it wasn't no more lights in the motherfucking house
Speakin of house let's play a game of it
Is you wit it？ hide and go get it, i betcha love it baby
I'll play the daddy and you can play the momma
So we can get down on the living room floor
Is ya wit it？ i promise i won't kill it
Loose pussy on my dick, should i kill it？ never! yes
See back in the day when we used to play
Now that is so right and natural
No other man that i can see
I'm singin in my backgroun
Diggin up a hole for you to make your move
But no longer will i be told regroup
Let's play house
Chorus： snoop dogg, nate dogg
Engine engine number nine, let's play house
Rollin down the dp line.
(repeat 2x)
You play tha momma baby let's play house
I'll play the daddy
You can play the momma
You can play tha momma let's play house
And i'll be the daddy
And i'll be the daddy
That runs the house, straight up
Now you can call me pappy or you can call me daddy
I'm hitting 21st in the blue and grey caddie
I'm feeling like scrappy, or is it scooby doo
Cause i'm chilling with the motherfucking dogg pound crew
Now pass the bud to that nigga geezy weezy
So i can let you down easy
Some niggas tried to see what i see
Cock rocking with they bitches but they can't cock rock me
G-dub, i know you know this bitch by tha name of danielle
Body of a goddess face from hell
But oh shit, this wasn't the average bitch
Her coochie was cavi and she liked gobbling dicks
And i got a whole nine and a half on that black ass
Groupie, now all the hoochies wanna do me from the past
To the present (say what？) let me rep and present
(who dat？) the biggest nigga hittin all the hoes in your click
Fast as lightning running through like the breeze
In the summertime out on the corner making g's
It's the thirst, but i can show something much worse
Than the thirst, so pack your bitch ate my dick first
But first things first
Brenda, i can remember
How hot these hoes can get, eighty-seven, eighty-six, yeah
The year a young man grows
Fatal mistakes sprung over hazel-eyed hoes
Bitches ain't shit but them hoes and tricks
And that's all i can think of to describe a bitch
If you wanna be wit me, stay wit me, play wit me
Come kurupt, and step to me
My, sweet, baby
Let's play house, let's play house, let's play house
Let's play house, let's play house
Repeat many times
Daz and kurupt, is that what you wanna do？ you wanna play house？
(keep it cool, yo) well i ain't got no time. (well you mean what
me and nate dogg doin.) so what you wanna do？ (yeah, michel'le
on the track, hey. background they funking it up. ya'll don't
know what the real is.) let's get it right. you wanna play
house, you wanna play？ is that what you wanna play. come down.
you can't leave me. i won't take no more lies, yeah. there's
something in my heart. hey. i'm still nicety. yeah. (leave that
shit on, it's the bomb.)
24.Life In The Projects
Yeah, get up, get down
That's what p funk say
Get your money man, it's hard out there
It's hard out there, dogg
What, yeah, huh
Get yours, get yours, get yours
Shootin' dice on length with a couple of g's
Dust off my knees, twist off my cap and breathe
Jump in the six-four, sittin' on d
Spit a few caps at my enemies
Please, freeze, there's a new sheriff in town
Livin' in the projects, dogg pound pound
No father figure, just gangbang nigga
Cuz they give it up quicker and they learn to pull a trigger
All role models on tv
Most of us ain't got a tv, you feel me？
Shit, michael jordan don't come through
I bet the nigga get the money when it time to sell his shoe
I'm telling you, i ain't puttin' him down
Cuz i love him to death but i ain't ever seen him in my town
But you could see snoop dogg everyday
I'm boss to the blocks like the projects in the pj's
Yeah, for those of you who don't know
This is the land of the scandalous and cut throats
Child support- that's unheard of
Number one crime in the motherfucker- murder
Ya heard me？ hmm, i'ma stay down
For the get down, from a puppy to the big dogg
Put that on the penthouse
Life in the projects, bang, bang, pow, pow
Is how it sounds
Life in the projects
Where it's hard to get by
But you got it cuz your spot's gettin' hotter
Life in the projects
Where grass is cheese and cheese is power
Life in the projects
Where you got to have the will to know how
Know how to do what？ survive
Life in the projects
You got to get yours cuz i'ma get mine
Life in the projects, goodness grief
Everybody waitin' on the 1st and 15th
The police man is tryin' to get atcha
Catcha, snatcha, open up your fridge
Nuttin' lookin' back atcha
So you open up your freeza and say 'god, please'
I wish we had some more of this government cheese
I'm duckin' buckshots, see, walkin' on my knees
Ain't no trees, the grass ain't green
And when i say it's all bad, you know what i mean
There's one in every family- what？ a fiend
And a basketball star with no team, no dreams
Remember good times？ jj and michael？
And all the lil' thangs they went through despite
Nobody in the projects gave a fuck
Ain't no good, it's all badluck, shucks, shoppin' poppin'
Back up on all the scene, from the george down, pj's, cali or
projects
And the cabrini greens, my niggas get wild on they ass
We like to pow-pow on they ass
Here's a toast to the coast, so take a blast
＞from the projects to the upper deck, upper class
A long way from where i come from
I know where i'm at, nigga, i can't forget where i came from
Life in the projects
Yeah
I know all them real niggas out there that's livin' they life in
the projects
That's going through that bullshit, y'know
I know how y'all niggas feel
Nigga, doggy dogg for ya pain
It's like i'm livin' in the motherfuckin' projects, too
Y'know what i'm sayin'？
They want y'all to throw me out my state
So, fuck
I might as well move back in the projects
That's where my real niggas at any motherfuckin' way
I gotta get mine, i gotta get mine
Life in the projects
Nigga, better get yours cuz i'ma get mine
Life in the projects, feel me？
You better get yours cuz i'ma get mine
Life in the projects, yeah
You better get yours cuz i'ma get mine
Life in the projects, yeah
We out, we out
25.Lil' Ghetto Boy(Remix)
The ghetto x8
Snoop doggy dogg：
Wake up, jumped out my bed
I'm in a two man cell with my homie lil' 1／2 dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear god, i wonder can you save me？
I'm only eighteen, so i'm a young buck
It's a ride, if i don't scrap, i'm gettin' stuck
But that's the life of g, i guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in the chest
Best run cause brothers is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them dogs
Gettin' that rep as a young hog
It ain't nothin' like the street life
You better be strapped with your shank
Cause ain't no fist fight
So i guess i gots to handle mine
Since i did the crime, i gots to do my time
Chorus：
We run game in the ghetto
We gets high in the ghetto
We gets shot in the ghetto
You might get stuck in the ghetto
Lil' ghetto boy
Dr. dre：
Now i'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on swoll
Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money
That i be makin' soon as i touch them streets
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right？
But it ain't no thang to me
Cause now i'm what they call a loced ass o.g.
The little homies from the hood with grip
Are the ones i get with cause i'm down to set trip
Nigga, i'm bigger than you, so whatcha wanna do？
Didn't know he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin' behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and then i heard six caps
I fell to the ground with blood on my hands
I didn't understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I used to be the same way back
I guess that's what i get (for what？)
For tryin' to jack the little homies for they grip
Chorus
Snoop doggy dogg：
Somethin' for the real o.g.'s to get with
Some facts made our made
Now you runnin' but i'm played
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, i'm the smooth macadamian
Gamin'em for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you pack right
And learnin' just enough to keep your sack tight
Late nights, i wonder what they get in for？
Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin' for？
Seven young g's put they serve down
In a g ride, eastside's where they swerve now
Not thinkin' about what's really goin' on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four years in the county
With nothin' but convicts around me
But now i'm back at the pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them ends you can make
Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to trip
Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip
Chorus
Lil' ghetto boy
That's the life of a g, i guess
The ghetto. x3
That's the life of a g
That's the life of a g, i guess
The ghetto. x3
That's the life of a g. the ghetto
That's the life of a g, i guess
The ghetto
26.Lil' Ghetto Boy
Wake up, jumped out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie lil 1／2 dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear god, i wonder can you save me
I'm only 18, so i'm a young buck
It's a ride, if i don't scrap, i'm getting stuck
But that's the life of a g, i guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in they chest
Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a young hog
It ain't nuttin like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain't no fist fight
So i guess i gots ta handle mine
Since i did the crime, i gots ta do my time
Chorus：
Lil' ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility
Verse two： dr. dre
Now, i'm 'trolling the dove, sitting on swoll
27 years old, off on parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money
That i'm making as soon as i touch the street
Things done changed but it's alright
Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right
But it ain't no thing to me
'cause now i'm what they call a loced-assed o.g.
The little homies from the hood wit grip
Are the ones i get wit 'cause i'm down respect trip
Nigga, i'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do
Didn't know we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his back
I'm grab his pockets and then i heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands
I didn't understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I use to be the same way back
I guess that's what i get (for what)
For trying to jack them little homies for they bread
Chorus
Verse three： snoop doggy dogg
Something for the real og's to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, i'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you pack right
And learning just enuff to keep your sack right
Late nights, i wonder what they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo'
Seven young g's but they serve down
In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now
Not thinking about what's really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me
But now i'm back at the pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them ends you can make
'cause when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to trip
'cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip
Chorus
27.Midnight Love
Midnight love, midnight love, midnight love, midnight love,
ohhhhh
(chorus：raphael saadiq)
Midnight love
Troubles plots on thee mind
Midnight love
Leave your back door open
Midnight love
This heaven's ready for me
Midnight love
Back door little druggie's callin for you
I'm makin things cappin fast
Ain't no need to wait around for what never seems to come along
Face lookin stupid broke startin
Feelin dumb, i'm young but i'm a grown man
Takin thangs into my own hands
I'm tryin to own here
But life a twist ya like a twister
Get twisted with this
It seems on but its off
I keep missin this shit
I'm high but i try, to stay focused wide out
Lookin dead at the chips
I blink they dip
Its hard to hang on but i can't let go
Smokin on my last breath
Blow out life whats left is death
Now i can go on or i can g or make a right
Whatever way that i turn its still death after life
It dont discourage me, i ain't 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 niggaz prayin to see
At an early age so at an early stage in life
I chose to get my ish tight ya gotta struggle and fight
It cost an arm and a leg just to live on your knees
And i'm tryin to keep my sanity god help me please
(chorus)
Mischeavius and devious is how my life was
Puttin the serve down for cabbage just to keep the niggaz 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 music got this rap game sewn up
Them niggaz wanna trip whatever back they get blowed up
Blown up or not you can still get shot
You dont never play those muthafuckaz i'll always not
Rule number one, pay attention to this shit
Dont be fuckin wit my niggaz on the midnight shift
Shit shiggy shack, gettin it on, to the break of dawn
Now he's known for servin more than an oz. so
He's got a 187 on his muthafuckin chest
A strap in his lap and a bulletproof vest
He's lookin for the music from the night before
Trouble 1, he layin low all in gettin that dough
(chorus)
Now its all about the dollars
Impalas that bounce
Havin cars and bitches on a proper amount
Caught a million chillin
Robbin banks for many muthaz son
Life and darkness
We all get it started, cold hearted
All around it my life won't change for the good
As soon as i walk out the door, i'm called by the hood
Daz, would you come and ride for me,
Hey yo daz would you soldier would you would you and die for me
The tradition's got a lot of niggaz killin for dumb shit
The ogs think then brung guns to control shit
Every midnight i be loaded, high as a kite
Besides with the drama the dog fight street fight
And a lot a mob puttin on mo
Problems solved, but revolved whatever with a fo-fo
But sure i did the record blast five times
254 sentence to jail time
Midnight love
I've been walkin the street
Midnight love
I put my life on the line
Midnight love
Cuz i've just gotta be me
Midnight love
(chorus)
＊helicopter flying overhead＊
This is angela sanders coming to you live
From the scene of yet another murder mystery
It seems that entertainer snoop doggy dogg has been murdered
We have no information at this time
＊journalist speaks in spanish (i won't be insulting and try to
transcribe it)＊
＊lightning cracks＊
＊helicopter passes by again＊
As i look up, at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin, and they breakin, tryin to save the dogg
Pumpin on my chest and i'm screamin
I stop breathin, damn i see deamons
Dear god, i wonder can ya save me
I can't die my boo-boo's bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
'bring your lifestyle to me i'll make it better'
And how long will i live？
'eternal life and forever'
And will i be, the g that i was？
'i'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed
of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes my son'
My eyes are closed
Murder... 'murder was the case that they gave me' (repeat 4x)
I'm fresh up out my coma
I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner
It's gonna take a miracle they say
For me to walk again and talk again but anyway
I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet
And everything that nigga said, came to reality
Livin like a baller loc
I'm havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a benz, my boo-boo a jag
And now i'm rollin in a nine-trizzay el do-rad
'just remember who changed your mind
Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass is mine'
Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
Never have a want, never have a need
They say i'm greedy but i still want mo'
Cause my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)
Now i lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord, my soul to keep
If i should die, before i wake
I pray the lord, my soul to take
Murder was the case that they gave me
'murder was the case that they gave me' (repeat 2x)
No more indo, gin and juice
I'm on my way to chino, rollin on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
Twenty-five with a izz-l, with nowhere to gizzo, i know
Them niggaz from the other side recognize my face
Cause it's the o.g. d-o-double-g, l-b-c
Mad doggin niggaz cuz i don't care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
Niggaz stare as i enter the center
They send me to a level three yard, that's where i stay
Late night i hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor
Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off
Cause you can't tell what's next
My little homey baby boo he took a pencil in his neck
And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two
I put that on my momma, i'ma ride for you baby boo
Murder... 'murder was the case that they gave me' (repeat 4x)
Switch!
29.Nuthin But A G Thang
One, two, three and to the fo'
Snoop doggy dogg and dr. dre are at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
Gimme the microphone first, so i can bust like a bubble
Compton and long beach together, now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothin' but a g thang, baaaaabay!
Two loc'ed out g's so we're craaaaazay!
Death row is the label that paaaaays me!
But, uh, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so i'm 'a let 'em understand
From a young g's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch i have ta' find a contraceptive
You never know she could be earnin' her man,
And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man
Now you know i ain't wit that shit, lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while i'm up in it
Now that's realer than real-deal holyfield
And now all you hookas and ho's know how i feel
Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom
Dr dre：
Well i'm peepin', and i'm creepin', and i'm creep-in'
But i damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this befo'
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that i kick
You know, and i know, i flow some ol funky shit
To add to my collection, the selection
Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke
If ya' do, ya' have no clue
O' what me and my homey snoop dogg came to do
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those
So jus' chill, 'til the next episode
Snoop：
Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta' lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old batch o' collard greens
It's the capital s, oh yes, the fresh n double o p
D o double g y d o double g ya' see
Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' ho's and clockin' a grip like my name was dolomite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in a mood for some mothafuckin' g shit
It's where it takes place so i'm a ask your attention
Mobbin like a mothafucka but i ain't lynchin
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin the sucka niggaz mumble
When i'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked
My mothafuckin homie doggy dogg has my back
Never let me slip, 'cause if i slip, then i'm slippin'
But if i got my nina, then you know i'm straight trippin'
And i'm a continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if your bitches talk shit, i have ta' put the smack down
Yeah, and ya' don't stop
I told you i'm just like a clock when i tick and i tock
But i'm never off, always on, 'til the break dawn
C o m p t o n, and the city they call long beach
Puttin' the strength together
Like my homey d.o.c., no one can do it better
Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those
So jus' chill, 'til the next episode
30.Out The Moon(Boom Boom Boom)
(voice)
Ha, ha
What is an m.c.？
If he can't rap
What is a d.j.？
If he can't scratch
Don't worry about a thing cause my niggas goin' do it all just
like that
(hook)x3
Boom, boom, boom...boom
Ahhh, bend over, bend over
Indeed i am
Flossy like gangsta shit
I got pounds of weed and keys
Sittin' on g's
Catch a breeze
When i ride by high
Sittin' on tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper piece
Bustin' rocks and glocks
And gettin ghost from the police,
No peace
So, he gets served with no concern
To who gets burned and one day they'll learn
Not to be fuckin' with the nigga
Buckin' with the trigga
Nothing you could figga
Could help you escape
＞from this mind state
That i create young nigga
Yeah! and it's just like that
(snoop)x2
L.b.c. out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom...boom
My rearview mirror's vibratin' cause my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom...boom
(soopafly)
Now i rock
Some will talk
It don't stop
When that funk shit drops
To make your shit go pop
Now let that beat ride
In your 'g ride
We gettin' me right
Hittin' with that dogg pound 'c' life
Now its i, with that stylish flow
So niggas step back or heads get cracked
And i won't let back
Who coming with that gangsta shit
The shit that only gangsta's get gangsta with
Now quick to bust your ass like the cop
Waiting, debating for my ass to flip flop
But i don't flop
I just flip the script
When i did and set trip
Keep the clip close to my hip
And don't say shit
When i blast
I done told your ass
Slow the fuck on down
Dogg pound, motherfucker
(snoop)x2
Boom, and you know that
D.p.g's out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom...boom
My rearview mirror's vibrating and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom...boom
(hershey loc？)
＞from the archives
I arise off the long beach streets
Will be comlete to the do is done to all that competes
Don't be alarmed as i swarm through
I warned you and your crew see wax
So, what's that？
A known fact
Battle that the habitat our men is deadly
You can get diluted
Or depends on where your head be
Striving for what your in for
And for your info mo' flow
Than the tightest nigga flowed in ninety-four
So, stand and deliver
Watch nigga's shiver
Quiver in they boots
As i mob with my troops
Through the east
Where the phonies get deleted
Be seated, and all the g's i know
Stay heated
(tray deee)
See i was born to be known as a thug and theif
So anyone with beef
I gotta slug to sleep
Peep, i'm not no nigga
Figga' he can come up
By getting a job so i mob
Not givin' a fuck
I'm the drama
Mama warned all they kids about
I mash up strapped
Get my dibs n' out
Hustler musn't trustin' a gat
To keep me fat, seeking victims
Pick 'em and then i stick them in track
My heat black
With the cereal number scratched out
Don't wear a glass shield but
You'll still be assed out
I'm mr. tray deee
And since they say 'g' as my title
My method mainly homicidal
(snoop)x3
Boom, yeah, and you know that
2-1 out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom...boom
My rearview mirror vibrating cause my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom...boom
(tupac)
Ha, ha, ha
Could it be
My history living g like
Enemies that wanna see me
Would it be like
Picture me practicing perfection
Now hit the deck
Playa haters gettin' chin checked
When i hit the set
Watch how they fall
When i buck 'em all
We outlaw, westside
Playa, touch 'em all
I buck them all
Then remain ballin'
Out the moon
With my glock cocked
Shot calling
Brothers fall then they crawl
And they beg for they life
Should of never tried to rush me
Your dead here tonight
This is thug life
Go tell them busta's
Up at bad boy records
That tricks got a big mouth
Busta better check it
I can see it plain as day
This game i play wide open
I pull the trigga
Dead figga with his eyes open
His pride broke
And i tried smoking
But, bailed out
Soon as they left me at the jail house
Mobbin' in my...
(snoop)
Yeah, and you know that
Death row out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom...boom
Outlaw out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom...boom
My rearview mirrors vibrating and my speakers go
D.p.g out the moon and you know that
31.Ride On／caught Up
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 feelings no way
I 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
Chorus： snoop
Yeah, and all my niggaz say... ride, ride on
Yeah, and all the honies say... ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say... ride on
Yeah, and all the robbers say... ride on (can't get caught up)
(repeat 2x except last line)
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 everything splendid, that's how i intend it
Class is in session, you might get suspended (shhhh)
If you don't shut the fuck up and listen for a minute
I 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)
Chorus
Nigga gimme erything 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 (dpg) 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
Chorus
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 foe
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 feeding 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...
32.Santa Claus Goes Straight To The Ghetto
( ) = santa voice
Intro：bad a$$
Is that the black santa claus？ (ho ho ho! merry christmas!)
I want a super nintendo ... yeah, sega genesis, yeah,
Street fighter 2, all these games...
[mommy! is that the black santa claus？
That is the black santa claus! mommee! mommee! mommee!]
Verse 1： dat nigga daz
It's 12.30 am, christmas eve
I'm out with the gangstas and thieves
Down the block but be careful for the heart, because it's
posted'
Some stay to this day that christmas ain't nothing but another
day
But, out of respect, i gotta give the lord his day
Tell me, tell me, where do the homies and bums got to sleep？
{nowhere}
Where do hungry and the needy-greedy's got to eat？ {but who
cares？}
In this world they hopes and dreams can't afford
The young and old churches and spiritual dreams, seasonal things
Heard throughout the ghetto reaches gangstas and dope-fiends,
huh
'cause those who ain't able get it now can finally get it
＆cause the ghetto santa claus has sprinkled the hood and now we
ballin'
Livin' to a new year of better thangs
Celebrate it with some champagne, ha ha, check it ...
Chorus： nate dogg
Santa claus ... is coming straight to the ghetto ...
Bridge： snoop doggy dogg
Now on the first day of christmas, my homeboy gave to me
A sack of the krazy glue and told me to smoke it up slowly
Now on the second day of christmas, my homeboy gave to me
A fifth of hendog and told me to take my mind off that weed
Now by the third day of christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but game to me
Verse 2： bad a$$
Back then, you woke up to the sound of i saw mama kissing
santa§
Made you remenisce on the old fashion christmas days
Gifts, miss a fat man jolly with joy
Down ya chimney with toys for lil' girls and boys
Pumped up, i jumped up before the sun peeped in
And hoped to catch a santa claus creepin' down my hall
Ran to the window, put my eyes to the sky
To see if i could see the sleigh that parlayed and pushed a fat
guy
I sigh, ain't no sign, but everything under this tree in my
house is mine
My bike, that, and this plastic nine'll do fine till next year
come
I try to see the same thing, they got us brain washed dumb
And when you find, it ain't no santa, christmas still mean a lot
'cause it's the time to get together and give all you got
You got food, good moods, and what's better than together with
your people
When wishers give a toast by the tree, it's merry christmas
Chorus
Verse 3： snoop doggy dogg (starts during chorus)
(don't get too close because you might get shot ...
Welcome to the ghetto ...)
Santa claus on the ceiling, jack frost chillin'
Pinch the grinch for being a holiday villain
Season's greetings, all the proceedings
Are brought to you by the church house where we'll be eatin'
Chestnuts roastin' on an open fire
Singin' my jingle, where is kris kringle
I didn't pop, i ain't even shouted
I even stayed in the house, where the homies tried to sneak me
out
And all i want for christmas is my 6-4 chevrolet
And a granddaughter for her grandmother beverly
Ain't that somethin'？ nah, ain't that nothin'
How it's christmas time and my rhyme's steady bumpin'
Everybody happy, hair still nappy
Gonna steal a gift for my old grandpappy
Catch me giving out turkeys at the church-house
Don't try to work me, just stand in the line and everything gon'
be fine
Holla at ya folks, boy, it's goin' down
Ain't no help from no elves, just tha dogg pound
And we passin' out gifts, blazin' up spliffs
Christmas on the row, can you dig it？ {can you dig it}
Chorus
Verse 4： tray deee
Christmas eve, by the leaves, every 6 with the year
Girls and boys full off joy with the season cheer
Smell the sky, hella pies and cakes gettin' baked
To be ate after everything gone off your plate
But wait, not tonight it's straight beans and rice
On the table, are we able to proceed tonight？
I wonder what the morn's bringin' so it's hard to doze off
Three 'o clock in my socks i crack the dope song
Hopin' when i open the door i'll see santa
Now who the hell is this in this blue bandana
Messin' with the boxes that's up under the three
Look like santa claus been crossed to a woman to me
Now i'm comin' to see, the whole picture gettin' clearer
How we have messed; i says best get nearer
Mirror, mirror, please, it's seemed i've be deceived
And thank the same trick for the gifts i receive
So i creep back, and act like i ain't even peeped it
This'll be me and mom's private secret
Chorus till fade
33.Snoop St. Ide's Promo
＊ mail any questions about this submission to the typist
Just hit the corner store,
You know what i'm looking for
St ides
Just hit the corner store,
You know what i'm looking for
St ides
I tip toe
Through the door with a box of 40s
Party just to bounce
And house full of hoes
No set trippin
Just sipping on s.t.
That's how we do it in the l.b.c.
Here ye, here ye
Come one come all
It's the first annual g nigg
And all my dogs
Are invited so go on and light it
Cause it's the first time in a longtime
And i just might
Reminisce about the fresh vest
Back in '85
When the dub and the zaniaks used to hoo ride
It was easy just to serve on the curve that's how i do
Ain't no slippin, dippin
Now i'm sipping on my brew
Staying true cause now i'm supposed to
Grab my little friend
Then my deuce deuce
I gets lose with my hands on my drinks
L.b.c. i see money in the bank
St. ide's
34.Snoops Upside Ya Head(Soopafly Remix)
Aiyyo soopafly, why don't you get work with one of them fly-ass
remixes？
Dpg style...hahahaha...
Who's the man with the mic in haaand？
Who's the man with the masterlplaaan？
He goes by the name of snoop d-o-g
He play the mic and these bustas fleee
It's a whole-nother day, i'm back up in ya
Snoop d-o double g, i representah
Been away for a while but y'all know
I'm still doggystylin on death row (you know!)
Got things locked down, sold up
So if you plan on comin out, fool hold up
This a stick up, get up
They got yo shiz on the shelf, oh mine's too
And guess who they gon pick up
Some fools think they know they hit, but they don't
Some m-a's escape, some won't
Bumpin' heads with bustas
Where you from？ eastside, longbeach, represent 2-1
The homie just got paroled
And he got more stories than the highway patrol
Tellin me about the money suge knight stole
But don't let that leak cuz, fool i get swole
I see you're tryin to get in, to get out
Put me up on game tellin me who gon' jack me
But ever since i was a puppy til i was paroled
I never had no other dogg pullin on my phone
Chorus：
Say snoops upside ya head
Say snoops upside ya head (say what？)
Say snoops upside ya head
Say snoops upside ya head
Hold on, what's my name？
Snoop dogg! snoop dogg! (snoop...) x4
I see these rappers in this game be doin way too much
Actin tough with this east-west coast stuff
See me, i'm all about my money man
I stay fly and dry
I don't get caught up in the rain
Cuz game (game) recognize game (game)
No matter where you from, we all can get dumb, insane
And turn the party out without a doubt
Unless you them fools who ain't got no clout
Lbc and beware of my crew
Cuz uh, we out there stuck on the crazy glue
Upside ya head like oops, snoop's the lick
That you hear them bumpin in the hoops
You can't afford it homeboy, this is finished
I represented from v-a to venice
So when it's timid and cold outside
Rely on the d-o dub to put the heat in yo life
Chorus.
Now bounce to this (snoop dogg!)
C-walk to this (snoop dogg!) yeah...
Now bounce to this (snoop dogg!) yeah...
C-walk to this (snoop dogg!) yeah...
Yeah...know what...
It takes a whole lot, to be number one
I can't walk down the street without my gun
I can't trust these fools, fly, it ain't no fun
I'm sittin' up in court cuz somebody got done
What really counts is how the crowd bounce
Go home and say snoop rocked the partay
Nobody got killed, it's what got annouced
I guess they got a chance to see dr. bombay
But i keep my heat in case brothas get cold
Warm you up with the sheet, zip you up and roll
Now, doggystyle records is now official
I'm gettin paper out the plizate with my initials
Shippin weapons overseas, i'm makin g's
With who you might call enemies
But i, see nothin funny about makin money
Cuz uh, we all know it don't grow on trees
So i...
Gotta get what i gotta get when i ？shake？
I'm up early in the morning with the homie nate
Burning rubber down to get a new car
So don't get jealous when you see me in the double r
Chorus.
Now just ride to this, uh, bounce to this, uh, c-walk to this
Uh, whoo-ride to this, uh, eastside to this, uh, westside to
this
Uh, whoo-ride to this uh, get'cha bang up
Yeah, snoop dub, baby, yeah, snoop dub, baby
Yeah, uh, yeah, snoop's up, baby, yeah, all up in it
？？？ ？？？ ？？？ ？？？
Dpg playa
Remix!
Soopafly, you can call him ？？？
Not the trackmaster, but the sackmaster
You know!
Snoops upside ya head, say snoops upside ya head
Snoops upside ya head, say snoops upside ya head (snoop dogg!
snoop dogg!)
Snoops upside ya head, say snoops upside ya head (snoop dogg!
snoop dogg!)
Snoops upside ya head, say snoops upside ya head (snoop dogg!
snoop dogg!)
Snoops upside ya head, say snoops upside ya head (snoop dogg!
snoop dogg!)
(snoop dogg!)
(snoop dogg!)
Can ya have it？
(snoop dogg!)
And you all thought we fell off
(snoop dogg!)
？？？ ？？？？ ？？？ ？？？？
(snoop dogg!)
Takin it back to the hot spot
(snoop dogg!)
Gangsta rap, all day, every day!
(snoop dogg!)
G's up, you know the rest
(snoop dogg!)
Haha...
35.The Day The Niggaz Took Over
Intro：(＊guy talking＊)
(i'ma say this and i'ma gettin mine. if you ain't down for the
africans
Here in the united states, period point blank. if you ain't down
for the
Ones that suffer in south africa from apartheid and shit. devil
you need to
Step your punk ass to the side and let us brothers and us
africans step in
And start puttin some funk in that ass)
Hook：
Break em off sometin (x8)
Chorus：
I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why
But livin in the city it's do-or-die
＊repeat＊
Verse 1： dat nigga daz
They wonder where me bailin and don't really understand
The reason why they take me life and me ？？？？ hand
Me not out for peace and me not rodney king
Me gun goes click, me gun goes bang
Them riot in compton and them riot in long beach
Them rion in they lakers and don't really wanna see
Niggaz start to loot and police start to shoot
Lock it down at seven o'clock, then again it's like beirut
Me don't show no love cos it's us against them
Them never ever love me cos it's sport to break de,
And kill at my own risk if i may
Delay to spray with my ak and put it to rest
Interlude： (＊news report＊)
(yes we have. there have been riots, ahh, rioting, well i don't
wanna say
Rioting but there's been looting downtown, but right now bree,
what i want
To show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the
street)
Bridge：
Interlude： (＊guy talking＊)
(nobody told us today, in otherwords, you're still a slave. no
matter how
Much money you got, you still ain't shit)
Verse 2： dr. dre
Sittin in my livin room calm and collected
Feelin mad, gotta get mine respected
Cos what i just heard broke me in half
And half the niggaz i know, plus the niggaz on the row, is
bailin
Laugh now but cry much later
Ya see when niggas get together they get mad cos they can't fade
us
Like my niggas from south central, los angeles
They find that they couldn't handle us
Bloods, crips on the same squad
With the ese's thumpin, nigga it's time ta rob and mob
(and break the white man off somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye
I don't love dem so they can't love me)
Yo straight puttin down gettin my scoot on
Let's jump in off in compton so i gots ta get my loot on
And come up on me some furniture or sometin
Got a vcr
In the back of my car
That i ganked from the slauson swap meet
And motherfuckers better not try to stop me
Cos they will see that i can't be stopped
Cos i'ma cock my glock and pop til they all drop
Interlude： (＊news report＊)
(there has been videotape and you can see of the, aah, some of
the crowd
Throwin things at the officers)
(and swingin at them as well. like there was a young woman
there. you see
She took a swing at an officer with some object in her hand)
Bridge
Chorus
Verse 3： rbx
One-time trigger happy, no nigga love
187 time, time to grab the glove
Can't get prints so a 9 i throw away
Or get prints so my uzi witta spray
Pop pop pop another motherfucker drop
And i get relived like ＊？bop bop says？＊
Smash, i crashed his head like a window
I ain't no dead do', i'm high off the indo
Creepin with the quickness to the cut
Bust one to his head while he munches on that donut
And cracker so now he best to back up
I guess i gots ta pack up, fillin the clip up, i zip up-
Town, the motherfuckin cops are all around
Helicopters flyin
These motherfuckers tryin
To catch me and stretch me on death row
But hell no's the poor black refuse to go
Interlude： (＊news report＊)
(this is now coverin a very, very wide area of los angeles where
these
Fires have been, aah, ignited. i mean, from here to the, aah, to
the south
End of south central is a long way)
Hook
Verse 4： daz
The outcome of this is destruction so the more fall
Niggaz don't give a fuck so tem bust and before
Niggaz backin up three black shows
No justice so they copied ya right
And here i am again, me, turn the other cheek, me
Be too many wigs got me 9 to my tights
So me bust, flick cos he don't give a fuck
And me don't give a fuckin of my problems
In with their fuck fuck
Outro： snoop doogy dogg
Blak blam, blam to dem fall
Listen to the shots from my nigga doggy dogg, biddy-bye
Dr dre him bust gun shots
Diggity daz and rbx them bust gun shots
Come again!
36.The Fatha Figure
Hustlas, ballers, players
Yeah, uh
The father figure
It don't stop, it don't stop
Uh, it don't stop
One love, one love
I was raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, i be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from cousin, let me sport his gold
And i was told to put it down, and keep it real
Like 3x krazy young player about the scrill
In this california lifestyle that i live
Them playas is havin money man in plushed out cribs
Survivin in the city is a serious task
Didn't know the (？) wanted, didn't have time to ask
Cuz i'm bout it bout it like the tru
One love to real hustlers, straight dollars for two
Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers too
Baby youngsters wanna be like you
You're the father figure of today
We need to find a better way
We at the afterparty chillin cuz we ain't no punks
Some cats is in the back with macks and gold fronts
With sacks they post up, you know we be watchin
Thinkin they got it crankin, playa we got it poppin
Now bitin over dirty work, that ain't cool
With cats in drop 'vettes in mobs and old schools
We rob them old fools, won't you amount your scratch
Respect them young g's, they the ones that's strapped, ya know
Dogg pound, that's the sound, check around, we hold it down
It's the super duper, yes the snoop-a
Comin through, in all gray and blue
Kickin the game to the playas from the bay
All over the world and out the uk
Everybody around they love snoop d-o double to the g
Cuz i'm what they love, you see
I'll break em, shake em and i make em and i take em
To the whale, leave em in a spell
And i got a little story to tell
For all my homies that's locked up in jail
I kick it to ya give it to ya for real
Cuz i know y'all dealin with the reals every day and
To get killed ain't nothin to laugh about
But some niggas goin out so sideways make me wanna get me a
Bulletproof
Hoo ride and slide around town in
But yet and still, if i get peeled
My niggas gon ride forver and that's real
Ain't no stoppin we ain't coppin no pleas
We spit game for all the real g's
Feel up the (？) they love to have it
They love to take it to the dome, yeah it's on
Meanwhile back in the lab
Paper was gettin stacked, hatas was gettin mad
Confidential information exchanged up on the regular
One dead head, two steps a my competitor
Catch em slippin cuz they just been bought
Got directions to the house and the keys to the vault
Well let me open up this bundle of money, each off a half
Pullin capers with cousin snoop, kurrupt and young daz
In for the cash
Man this gang is thick
If one caught up in the track we can all get sick
And have em shook
The four o crook didn't leave a clue
Snoop d-o double g tell em what you gon do
I'll keep doin what i'm gon do
With my (nigga j.t.) the bigga figga, that's my nigga
Representin (frisco, in case you didn't know)
(we blow by like jerry rice
Come back with styles that are oh so nice)
Snoop d-o double to the g from the lbc
You gots to have (cash) to make it these days
You could make it at least a hundred different (ways)
I go the man and i get a (8 track)
Make me a beat, (smoke me a sack)
Roll up some fat ass uh uh uh
Blaze with my homies and it's (on like that y'all)
37.Tune In To Doggy's Station
Well it's the dub-a double r-e-n
Power 106 in the mix again
It's the dogghouse servin 48
So grab your gin and bounce rock skates
What's up with you warren g ？
Everything on me, it's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg
Everything is everything in the lbc
Grass green in the douce lookin way too ？？？
Well homie ain't no limit to what you do
You got the longbeach malician ride with you
So we gonna ？？？ on every block
So you better run and grab your glock
Cause i'm lookin for you and i'm lookin for you
And when i snatch your ass, your ass is trough
I had my show for a minute
My hands all in it
Now everybody wanna know what's up with me and no limit
Hellyeah i get paid with the homie master p
And i never forget where i'm from; g-dub
Well i'm gonna get it
And i'm gonna spit it
Weither there is no limit or g-funk
All the homies is with it
The sky is all grey and i'm drinkin brew
We're 3 million deep and i'm the leader of the crew
Ask kurupt he got game like coopie(？)
I ain't nothing but a playa, that's what your mamma told me
When you're all alone and you're sitting at home
And you feel like hollaring at the dogg on the phone
Never hesitate to call 411845059
Gangsta's ride ？？？ ？？？ drank
Hitting on the chronic as a ？？？ smash the sun
Feels good to be a westcoast representer
A long way from me on the tv dinner(？)
Got my own show like jerry springer
And it's quite off the hook, in fact it's off the ？？？
So l-o-c's and d-o-g's： 310 714 213, we out
When you're at home
And you're alone
Tune in to doggy's station
When you're at home
And you're alone
Tune in to doggy's station
38.Wanted Dead Or Alive
Got me up against the fence, back against the wall
Get to actin like a fool, cause ain't no justice for the dog
Got to take it out on all y'all, better read the papers
All my homies goin crazy baby only god could save us
Got my, min on currency hurry see i ain't worried
It's a gangsta party, so bad boy gettin buried
Snoop dogg, why they fantasize？ (fantasize)
When we ride, it's a must havin sets die, everytime
＊singing＊
Yes yes y'all, not $hort but snoop dogg
And you know it's like that y'all
＊rapping＊
I'm so smooth about my paper check it just how it's done
I'm servin any on a platter snoop dogg corleone
Corleone, now do you know what that mean？
A teflon don to this hip-hop game, super supreme
It's like what happen can happen but will it stop
That won't happen i'm feelin good about the mission for jackin
＊singing＊
Aiyyo patnah, can you feel me？
Why these fools, tryin ta kill me？
＊rapping＊
It's so hard to stay focused on my eyes and prize
But if i don't, the dogg won't survive
We ballin in my opinion eternal was wild wheel spinnin
One sip a minute is represented for five minutes
Two of the livest wanted dead or alive
We riders inventers because we ain't quiet and watch the g's
ride
Two of amerikkkaz most, straight out the west coast
Bow down fool, this is death row
Been waitin way too long, bust out the pen, now it's on
C'mon, snoop dogg, time to bone
Ain't nuttin changed too down to hang i slang a bang with a
rhyme
Me and the homey pac trippin death row on knobs
Gon survive by eastside of dpg'z
Still creepin bump through the hood, always involved in the
streets
(westside!) snoop doggy dogg homey, did you forget who i was
The big homey to you, there it is and there it was...
Now take a look through the eyes of g
And just ride to the rhythm of a gangsta beat
All my homies tellin, me, ain't no love for a real g
You straight cowards all you playa haters kill me
Throw up your hands if you feel me
We gettin dollars homey holla if you hear me
It's one time for my comrades doin bad lockdown
Fresh out bust the top and bounce drop down
Can you visualize perfection？
Cause every rider in my set labelled a vet best in their
profession
Don't hold your breath, stick to smith and wessun
Steady study your lessons to keep the crowd guessin
Straight gangsta, y'know？
Money to be made, situations get deeper
Niggaz always tryin ta creep
But i know what time it is
Gangstas, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, gangstas
Play or stay
Yeah, play or stay
Y'know？ stay a gangsta
All my doggs, all my niggaz on lockdown, big dogg
It's for you nigga
We gonna ride this motherfucker til the wheels fall off
Yeah yeah
Play or stay
Yeah, play or stay
Yeah yeah, play or stay
Yeah yeah, death row!
Yeah yeah, my nigga 2pac rest in peace
Dogg pound
Dippin real hard y'knowhati'msayin？
Yeah yeah, stay down
Gangstas gangstas
Foe life, eastside!
Westside of the coast
Yeah, eastside!
Mmmm, for all my soldiers
Yeah
Where ya at？
Yeah
Y'know？ yeah
Stay down
For real
Y'know？ what it look like？
Mmm, what it feel like？
It ain't easy, y'know？ death row
39.We Be Puttin It Down
(dogg pound gangstas rip) x2
Verse 1-bad a$$
Word on tha streets, see it aint nobodies business
Secret to keep, so keep heat incase things get deep
Peace box is where it starts, scarred flesh and broke hearts
Since a kid this is how we live, aint nuttin to look forward to
Schools full of devils
The church don't work cuz all the lies that they tell us
Ya'll it'll be hell before we get there
Survivin guns and drugs and see if you can deal with this germ
warfare
Thats endin us
They anti-christ, i'm anti-fair, anti-vice, anti-nice,
anti-spice
Up your life, i'll make you love it
Cuz it's real and you bump it cuz it's tight
Yeah, people make the world go round, and it's a gang
Of us all gathered up in our game colors
Man, these my gang brothas
What, you aint heard of us
You aint never ever heard the word murderer's
We make the news what it is
You ask what is this
We the reason why the police in business
So run up on us with your knife and your pistols
We'll plague your character with rifles and missils
I dropped my pack and drove my back to the eastside
Smash in this coupe with my passenger snoop.
Chorus： snoop dogg
(dogg pound gangstas rip)
Them long beach niggas be puttin it down
Dogg pound gangstas make the world go round
(dogg pound gangstas rip)
So get cha' ass up just to get on down
Snoop dogg and bad a$$ is puttin it down
Repeat
Verse 2-snoop dogg
Never pause on my feet, i'm dpg, lbc, me and b-a-d
Low ridin', and navigators foe the haters
I take some for now, and save some for later
Smoke with coke loc
A dip with tip tip
Get heat a chrome plate, a d from tray deee
Livin that dp, give me that st
In a 4-0 a 0-e from my og
And a bag of them ol' hot ass skins
Some colt for this hand
And some juice for this gin
Aint no bitch like this bitch i got
Cuz this bitch i got, clock nots and rocks
Money, cheese, paper, fedio get doctor nedios, and stank is
steady goin
Bangin that, slangin that, and hangin that every corner
From up north to dogg pound california
You heard of that gangstaville
The city where they don't talk and everybody c-walk
It's a dirty shame, but it's a dirty game
And you got to have heart from the start man
Fake snitches and fake bitches
Thats probably why i break niggas and break bitches
Word on the streets bad a$$ is a fool
Then he fuckin with his homeboy from the old school
Low life gangstas, dogg pound gangstas, put them all together
Man i love gangstas
Head, shoulders, feet and toes
Lets dip to the club and bust some hoes
V.i.p. on dpg, snoop d-o double g, and the b-a-d
Chorus x1
Verse 3-bad a$$
Only talk what you know
I never seen you round the pound
So won't you keep the eastside and deez out ya mouth
Don't speak on dat
Don't bring up daz and kurupt, just to say wussup, nigga hit my
blunt
We keep a money move, hate while we regulate
And get real papes, rich like bill gates
While you make it to the haters hall of fame
We'll be whippin navigators
Winnin this baller's game
Yellin long beach niggas keep puttin it down
Lowlife and at the pound while we smoke on an ounce
Steady plottin on big mail
Layin in the hotel
Chop my quarters down to dubs and watch my dope sell
I hit darochee come and scoop me
Drop me off ？and they was snoopy's？ said he puffed a little
？play？
And shorty played it only ？twice？
Ay, they set a 8 beat
It's them and 6 hoes in a jeep
They better go flag em' down in the street
Ay, follow us to the spot
While the playa hatas pray that we stop
Chorus x2
40.We Just Wanna Party With You
Uhh, whatchu wanna do？ sosodef
You wanna get down？ (ah get down, get down)
Whatchu wanna do？ (ah get down, get down)
Said you wanna get down？ (we got snoop dogg, in the house
tonight)
Whatchu wanna do？ (with the homeboy jd)
You wanna get down？ (ah get down, get down)
Whatchu wanna do？ (ahh ha ha)
Yeah, now check this out
Now, everywhere i go
They wanna see don-che-che-o
Yes obsessed with soso all my dough
How the jewelry glow and the cristi' flow
Ain't no secret i sleep with freaky
Premium bush when i push they push
And after we push i leave her
Cause i don't love her
Ha ha, and me neither
A-b-c-d-p-g-c
Who could it be, it's the d-o-double-g
Known for the bone and the chrome on the d's
Gold credit card backyard full of green trees (what？)
Breeze through the summer in a hummer wit tint
Or dip in the low-low but that's just for promo
Never leave me alone, without the dough doe
I'm soso cold but y'all didn't know doe
Chorus： jermaine dupri
Whatchu wanna do？ said you wanna get down？ (repeat 4x)
3x： singer starts singing 'get down on it' 2x
And snoop says 'we have snoop dogg in the house tonight
With the homeboy jd'
4x： singers sings 'get down on it, cause we just wanna party
with you'
And snoop says 'ah get down, since you wanna get down'
To be a high roller, you need a pistola
And about a half a key of some coca-cola
Now that i got older, i got a little colder
Mad dreams, of a gangsta being like cagney
Or bogey but snoop doggy
Ain't no follower, man i'ma general
So when i put it down i gots to be so original
I'm quick to bust just like daz dillinger
But that's the little homey and i'm the big homey snoop don
corleone
Spittin it, hittin it, while i'm gettin that
Bout it, bout it, and happy to shout out, mmm
I dissapear 'fore the game get crowded
Take a trip overseas to the west indies, freeze
Jd (uh-huh), music please
I get goosebumps when the bassline thumps
So fat, call me professor clump
Ain't nuttin on the low about me i floss
On the track better bring chips cause i cost
I don't sit back and watch i go for it
Different colored drops on the car port, who's short？
Chorus
Khakis on my leg, lugz on my feet
I'm walkin up the street while boppin my feet
I'm fresh off the bus from memphis, tennessee
Head still spinnin from the coke and hennesee
Sit down on it, nah, get down on it
It really don't matter cause you want it, dogg-gonit
Cuz, you must was buzzed
When you was bumpin your gums, who you thought i was？
But look, i ain't even trippin right now
It's like that there, bow, wow
So many styles i could flip em like a file
Pop my drop top and let the beat rock
Dip through, course you do, miss you
But back to the issue, i wish you
Stop tryin to clown the pid-ound
Cause you don't really wanna get down
Chorus
All we wanna do is make you dance
No standing on the wall
All we wanna do is make you dance
No standing on the wall
Cause i heard all my [niggaz say
You know it
When your dancing yeah
You show it
When you move move move
You know it
When your dancing yeah
You show it
When you move move move
Do i wanna dance？ i'ma make your dance
Do y'all wanna move？ i'ma make you move...
41.White Boyz
Yeah wassup my nigga？
I'm sittin here chillin with my nigga kurupt and we sayin
I mean it ain't no hard motherfuckin whiteboys in the rap game
dog
You know？ no disrespect (that's right)
That nigga slim shady is tight than a muh'fucka though (yeah
that's true)
But we want a nigga to come with some gangsta shit
You feel me？
I went from rags to riches, to hittin these hoes and switches
Duckin snitches, and these money hungry bitches
So you want a dollar？ well baby i can't holla
You ain't gettin shit, from the break a bitch scowlin scowlin
Not even a penny, homegirl you ain't gettin any
Oh by the way... you're too fuckin skinny
Why don't you go weep, and wash your stankin ass feet
While my vogues burn, up and down the street
Eatin steak and shrimp, got my name on a blimp
Walk with a limp, cause i'm a motherfuckin pimp
My diamonds is blindin yeah candy paint out shinin
Got yo' bitch chasin me, while yo' old lady two-timin
Whether you mobbin in buckets, or roll in a benz
Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, seperate yo' foes from yo' friends
Fuckin models, drinkin alize by the bottles
Eleven hundred ？？, and my hand's on the throttle
Chorus： snoop dogg (paraphrasing masta ase 'jeep ass niguh') 2x
White boy, white boy, turn that shit down
You know that america ain't ready for the sound
From dem white boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz)
White boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz)
I'm high 'n a motherfucker, perv on the curve
Fuckin with this white boy, slangin my herb
D.p.g. to the fullest young cuz
My homeboy ricky said, 'show me some love!'
He got the club with this fool named t-bo
From the dirty south, gold's in his mouth, my peoples
All of my homies from the l.b.c.
All my white homies who smoke with me
Sell me bud on the weekdays cause
This shit's for y'all, from me and my doggz
If you don't know you do know t-bo my new dog
Fuck what you goin through, we bout to fuck it up y'all
Chorus： t-bo says first line with snoop (1x only)
You know who i wanna be, that white boy, that everybody talk
about
The one that's tearin up shows, fuckin these hoes, representin
the south
Eyes bare-ly open, laid back in the cadillac tokin
Them hoes talkin bout ridin with me and snoop the bitches must
be jokin
Toke smoke, up the block and glock stay cocked so you must get
busted
And my city's hotter than a corner full of hustlers
Twelve slappin, trunk rattlin, and when you yappin we in a gun
battle
When you talkin the talk, we walkin the walk
So stay in yo' house when after dark
We bark and we bite, ？？
Knuckle up in the club to push and shove til everybody starts to
fightin
You might think the shit's funny, but fool we ain't actin
You bout that yappin？ we bout that action and scratchin
Playin for keeps, screamin take it to the streets
Camouflaged down, with them soles on my feet
And up in the club, thugs push and they shove
And you won't know who's a killer, so you betta watch who you
mug
Bitch get your mind right, get your mind right
Bitch get your mind right, get your mind right
Yeah, white boyz up in the motherfucker
My nigga t-bo!
Chorus
Yeah that shit funky dog
That's what i'm talkin bout
My nigga t-bo, dirty south all up in this bitch
(we no limit soldiers, we no limit soldiers)
Yeah, dogghouse production
Dogghouse wreckin, bow wow
(white white white white white boyz)
That's how we doin it for the nine-nine
White boyz, yeah we fuckin with whiteboys in ninety-nine
Cause they fuckin with us
It's a game of death
Chorus
(the bomb)
(the bomb)
(dogg!)
Verse 1：snoop doggy dogg
From the depths of the sea, back to the block
Snoop doggy dogg, funky, yes but of the doc
Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same
Long beach is the spot where i served my cane
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don't lose your
grip
Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to fuck up shit
So i ain't holdin nuttin back
And motherfucker i got five on the twenty sack
It's like that and as a matter of fact (rat-tat-tat-tat)
Cos i never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
(yeah check out the whole manuscript
It's dogg pound and snoop dogg rockin gangsta shh...)
What's my motherfuckin name？
Chorus： dat nigga daz
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg (yeah yeah yeah)
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg (the bomb)
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg (dogg!)
Verse 2： snoop
It's the bow to the wow, creepin and crawlin
Yiggy yes y'allin, snoop doggy dogg in
The motherfuckin house like everyday
Droppin shit with my nigga mr dr. dre
Like i said, niggas can't fuck with this (what？)
And niggas can't fuck with that
Shit that i drop cos ya know it don't 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 clots
Then i step thru the fog and i creep thru the smog
Cos i'm snoop doggy (who？) doggy (what？) doggy (dogg!)
Chorus： daz
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg (the bomb)
Snoop dogg-y dogg (bowwowowyippyyoyippyya, bowwowwowyippyyo)
Snoop dogg-y dogg (the bomb)
Snoop dogg-y dogg (bowwowowyippyyoyippyya, bowwowwowyippyyo)
Snoop dogg-y dogg (dogg!)
Verse 3： snoop dogg
Now just throw your hands in the motherfuckin air (ho!)
And wave the motherfuckers like ya just don't care (ho! dogg!)
Yeah roll up the dank, and pour the drank
And watch your step (why？) cos doggy's on the gank (check it
out!)
My bank roll's on swoll
My shit's on hit, legit, now i'm 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 (ba-by)
She want the nigga with the bigger nuts, and guess what？ (snoop)
He is i, and i am him, slim with the tilted brim
What's my motherfuckin name？
Chorus： daz
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg (the bomb)
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg (the bomb)
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg (dogg!)
Outro： daz
Yeah yeah
As we reappear for a new year
Showin ya how it's done
Death row, dogg pound and we doin it live
Check it out.....
(dogg, the bomb)
(bowwowowyippyyoyippyya, bowwowwowyippyyo, the bomb)
(bowwowowyippyyoyippyya, bowwowwowyippyyo, the bomb)
(dogg!)
(dogg, the bomb)
(the bomb)
(dogg!)
(the bomb)
(dogg, the bomb!)
43.Who Got Some Gangsta Shit？
(lil' style)
Nine in the mornin, feds at my door (my door)
Lou cortez creakin cross the hardwood floor (right)
Dippin thru the alley i made my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my snoop dogg tape
Man with no music but happy he's free
Bailin fast as i can bail down 19th street
I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a dogg pound gangsta from the lbc
Remotely controlled by the bomb-ity
But just livin in big city is a serious task
Didn't know what the feds wanted, didn't have time to ask
(snoop doggy dogg)
We're comin with that g shit, that c shit that makin niggas sick
How does it feel to see a g from your clique？
Wake up, jumped out of bed wit my grin on (why？)
Last night's dice game got my win on
About a g and a half is what i come with
But twenty five g's is what i left with
＊？teatley？＊ was the word i heard
I went deep in my pockets and threw my stars on the cone
Gimme the dice so i can break you niggas
I threw a c (c-i-x) so my point was the biggie
Seven-four-four-tre back to back
I sent two fools back to their lizzack
(kurupt)
See now i'm off to the graveyard shift
And i gots ta pay my dues to make my grip
But i chill cos my ho might call
Ain't no thang cos i sleeps all day and slang when night fall
And i takes a quick walk up the block
With my glock cocke, ready to make a stop where i set up shop
On 59th and 8th ave where all the homies be hangin
That's where a nigga'll be slangin
I'm makin a cool grip of shit, this ain't me
So i put my chips together and cops a quarter ki
And now the shops on deck
And everything that's mines i protect with a tek, i don't half
step
Now i got ends
And i'm rollin a lexus, fuck a benz, and so many new friends
But i could only trust a few
And unawarely i trusted you
But if only g
(snoop)
It's snoop, homies from the motherfuckin get-go
Devoted and quotin, back in '84
I was thirteen, g was a year older
But i still wadn't afraid to throw him from his shoulders
Gettin good on the hood was the anticipation
And yeah, king park was the destination
Every nigga that i knew was at the park that night
Even the smokers that be levellin gettin sparked tonight
(lil' style)
Back on the streets, straight blue and grey
Cos i represent like every day
Nigga you can't tell me i don't be on the spot
When i can tell you all the homies that done get shot
From at least about five years ago
When i was in junior high goin to marshall
The homey use to come up to the school and rock
And leave and have the bitches flockin his jock
Damn them was the days of the past
But since the pizzound formed we been whippin people's ass
And everybody a blast
And if you don't believe me nigga you can axe the homey daz
And that's your ass
Fucked around and let young swoop take your cash (ha ha)
He didn't even run, he walked away (bust)
Cos i let it sit that day
I wished i was there i would've clowned
But that's why we axed your bitch ass from the pound
Cos he wouldn't even squad back
Man we can't fuck with no niggas like that
He'll get us all cracked
If the police was behind us, he wouldn't even jump out with the
strap
Now that's what i call a beeyatch! (beeiyitch!)
I second the emotion you was dropped the clique (yeah yeah)
(snoop)
Some of these nigga are bitches too
And some of these niggas look just like you
So if you've ever been ＊？toetone？＊
Go out and get your roll on you punk ass nigga, you'll get stole
on
(dat nigga daz)
It's 5：30 in the mornin, now i'm yizzawnin
Now as i perceive to get g to a tee
And before i bail to school you know i blaze up a sack
Another day, another dollar for the gangsta mack
Bitch act like you know, show me some sex and affection
And let me dial slow, flossin, tossin a bitch (bitch)
Yeah dogg, one more thing i forgot to mention
Shoot five niggas, shoot ten
Shoot the piece, slip to your fiends
Seven, goddamn it, when it deal
A '64 for the honeys, straight ho for the g
Young daz, little nigga you can't fuck with me
(snoop)
Now i knew that them niggas couldn't get at you
So what made them niggas try to spit at you
Disrespect a gang that snitch on you
Y'all punk ass niggas, man y'all some bitches too
(young swoop)
Who got some gangsta gangsta shit？ (ha ha)
Swoop g, i heard somebody's speakin up on you
Cos when i drop mines there was no more nickels and dimes
Just quarters, ounces, half ounces and quota
Pc is the season and i don't smoke blunt
It sees the indo with skunk, i might as well get drunk
To smoke some stress, that shit'll put a hole in your chest
I only want another twenty dollar, sure got me fucked up
My hood is gettin hot and niggas is tryin ta plottin
Come up off a young nigga, call his shots
Swoop g ain't the one, i do its to be done (aah)
Al-ways have my gun and my g from 2-1
It's cerritos but you don't hear me though cos you don't really
know
About the you-know, i'm cerritos, silly ho
Swoop g by the fuckin l-b's-c
None of these nigga wanna fuck with these (aah)
Swoop g, swoop g, g
44.You Never Know
(snoop)
Got a little something for the summertime
While you on the grind
Getting yours
Hell yeah! i'm getting mine
I take trips and dips just to recline
I blaze up the orange weed
To relax my mind
Spend time with my kids on the weekdays
And i holla at my momma and my
Grandma on the threeway
She say, if you do right
Baby boy i promise you live
A long life
I can't argue
I try hard to
Not blast niggas
I walk past niggas
With my head up to the skedai(sky)
Nigga tried to pull a fast one
On snoop dogg
To get some shut eye
What i do to him i can't speak
You know the episode
And the code on the street
I keep it all the scriffin' y'all
But real street for y'all
Cause you never know
When you're gonna go, no
(chorus)
You never know where this road's gonna take you
Got to be strong
You got to hold on
Cause you never know, where
This life's gonna lead you
Just hold on
You never know
(warren g)
＞from the killing
The robbing
The squabbing
And jacking
Car jacks to kidnaps
What？ niggas be acting a fool
Trying to set me up at the park
But i'm cool
Act a fool
My daddy said throw them thangs
And stay strong
My momma got sick
So i'ma keep it strong
As long as i got my feet in the game
And make this beats
And bring heat to the game
Fuck the fame
I got a little boy to see through
And him without me
Is like me without you
Keep it true
And stay down for your grips
Homies and licks staying tight
Like this
You never know
(chorus)
(phats bossi)
You niggas never know
Which man are blasted for
Never know which man to kill
Just to settle the score
It wasn't long ago
I had this partner of mine
Knew him just a short time
But he's stuck in my mind
My nigga lived perfect
Said the streets wasn't worth it
If you don't die rich in the game
Then what's the purpose for this struggle？
We stay piece to puzzle
Invest half the wealth
And pray to god it double
We just in this
Trying to get rich at the interest
Keep it pimping
Stay with niggas that's relentless
Smoke dough
Just because i say so
Money pronto
And niggas never would know
They never know nigga
(chorus til fades)
45.yound, wild and free
Wiz Khalifa ＆ Buno Mars ＆ Sleeping Dogs
So what, we get drunk So what, we smoke weed
We're just having fun We don't care who sees
So what, we go out That's how it's supposed to be
Living young and wild and free
Uh, Uh uhm
So what, I keep 'em rolled up
Saggin' my pants, not caring what I show
Keep it real with my niggas Keep it player for the hoes
And look clean dont it？
Washed it the other day, watch how you lean on it
Give me some 501s jeans on and
Roll joints bigger than King Kong's fingers
And smoke them hoes down 'till they stingers
You a class clown and if I skip for the day
I'm with you bitch smokin' grade A
you know what？
It's like I'm 17 again Peach fuzz on my face
Lookin', on the case Tryna find a hella taste
Oh My God, I'm on the chase
Chevy, its gettin' kinda heavy, relevant, sellin' it
Dippin' away, time keep slippin' away
Zip in the safe, flippin' for pay
Tippin' like I'm drippin' in paint
Up front four blunts, like Khalifa put the weed in a J
So what, we get drunk So what, we smoke weed
We're just having fun We don't care who sees
So what, we go out That's how it's supposed to be
Living young and wild and free
Uh, and now I don't even care
Cause it's me and my team and here's gonna be some weed in the
air
Tell 'em Mac
Blowin everywhere we going and now you know one when I step
right up
Get my lighter so I can light up
That's how it should be done
Soon as you thinkin you're down
Find out how to turn things around, nothing's looking up
From the ground up, pound up, this Taylor Gang
So turn my sound up, and round up and do my thing
Now I'm chillin, fresh out of class filling
Like I'm on my own and I can probably own a building
Got my own car, no job, no children
Had the science project Me and Mac kill it
THC MAC DEV HD3
Hi, it's me This is us, we gon' fuss
We gon' fight, we gon' rollin Live our life
So what, we get drunk So what, we smoke weed
We're just having fun We don't care who sees
So what, we go out That's how its supposed to be
Living young and wild and free
Yea, roll one, smoke one
When you live like this you're supposed to party
Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun
So we just, roll one, smoke one
When you live like this you're supposed to party
Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun
So what, we get drunk So what, we smoke weed
We're just having fun We don't care who sees
So what, we go out That's how its supposed to be
Living young and wild and free
than King Kong's fingers
you bitch smokin' grade A
J
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