1.Ghetto
HOOK：Kokane and Nate Dogg
I was born... coming up from the ghetto
Where the OG's never let go
This is somethin I had to know
Had to be real sneaky
Watched niggas that tried to creep on me
Stay away from the ones that's sheisty
That's what my momma always told me
When ya livin on the eastside, ghetto
In the ghetto, ghetto
I never knew what my life would be, ghetto
In the ghetto, ghetto
I'll show what I'm talkin bout, ghetto
In the ghetto, ghetto
When ya comin from the eastside, ghetto
In the ghetto, ghetto
I see you takin bills
I'm ready to ride, ready to roll
Ay check this mack I bet you're boyfriend aint knowin
That I'm steadily blowin your back out
Watch me track out on these niggas and bounce out on these hoes
Get at em like 'what's up trick' you know how it goes
It's Friday night, the club is about to close
And I was lookin fabulous
So I, got up to stretch 'bout to catch me one of these
stragglers
True eastside dogs, and we barkin not simpin
Yo holmes 'bout that time to start this parking lot pimpin
I keep that thang, huh, posted in the same spot
Nothin but my khaki shorts, house shoes, boxers and my suede
shine
I'm from the home of the riots
That's before the peace died but I'm still hollin out eastside
Uhh, what y'all busters gon do
When the pimps, bangers, and hustlers smash on you
It aint about who's sellin the most caine
Put us all together nigga see you run thangs
If you can't hang, stay the fuck out the kitchen
Bitch I'm ghetto fabbed out, so fuck politickin
Waitin for a chance and the shit it never happened
Time is money, and when you get it keep it clackin
All you hear is, with my two inch twist
I keep the goodyear grip, so the dubs don't slip
If you want my claims, I think you besta make a change
So close your eyes when I let my back end hang
I ride til the motherfucking wheels fall off
Domie's got daytons, Goldie's got daytons
All burnt to the turf up in a goddamn fool
Old school motherfucker breakin jaws and rules
Choose to bang, who's to blame but myself and the set
All my peers through the years steady gettin it whet
Give me a rep, that's what I wanted most in my life
Did it all like a hawk, so I'm totin my stripes
Will I quit it, I'm comitted til the day I drop
Slangin rocks, sprayin shots, sayin fuck the cops
Locked up in the Chevy and my switches is hot
Gave em pain as I swang on the bitches I sopt
Bandanna on the antenna swangin and ridin
Eastsidin, ghetto life is invitin
Me and my brother had to walk to school
I used to get him he downposed for joe cool
A couple of dickies, with some quarter sacks
Damn 'cause I can't believe my kinfolk gave me that
Had a nigga lookin G'd up
With the scarf on my head, stealin sheets on my bed
I seen baloney sandwiches without no motherfuckin bread
I stole a pack of chips with the big homie Fred
Now we sippin on some kool aid
I got suspended from school for cussin out the teacher's aid
And now I'm bout to get a whoopin, but you know I'm steady
woofin
On the side where they ride the most
Eastside is the beach, westside is the coast
And we ghetto like a motherfuckin hot buttered toast
In the mornin with some government cheese (government cheese)
We keep it ghetto like a nigga shootin dice on his knees
Get your money first rule number one, hello
Livin it up is livin life in the ghetto
HOOK
2.Got Beef (Featuring Jayo Felony and Sylk E. Fine)
Lyricist：Cordozar Calvin Broadus, Tracy Davis, Lenton Hutton, Lamar
Johnson, James Savage
Yeah, yeah
It's another one of those
Snoop D O double G, L.T. Hutton thangs
Yeah, we all off up in the hills right about now
It's about two in the morning
I got big C-Style on the grill
Keepin' it way real
Dogg Dogg, have you seen my nigga
If you got beef, with D P G
Holla at me, the D O G
If you got beef, with D P G
Holla at me, the D O G
If you got beef, with D P G
Holla at me, the D O G
If you got beef, with D P G
Holla at me, the D O G
Any problems, any problems you can holla at my Dogg
Holla at my Dogg, you can holla at my Dogg, ohh
Any problems, any problems you could holla at my Dogg
(If you got beef, with D P G)
(Holla at me, the D O G)
Holla at my Dogg, holla at my Dogg
(If you got beef, with D P G)
(Holla at me, the D O G)
If you got beef, with D P G
Holla at me, the D O G
If you got beef, with D P G
Holla at me, the D O G
The life I lead, the average nigga would have broke down a long
time ago
Try to bang in a show and get slumped like The Crow
Any day now, we gonna run at my nigga them killas is Natal
We see it all like night owls and we stay on the prowl
They don't wanna see me shine again, they fuckin' with my mind
again
But as soon as I finish this Heineken, I gotta go get my nine
again
It got a body on it from a party don't it？
Yeah, I been tryin' to slang it, but don't nobody want it
They can't help you with band-aids, we comin' with grenades
You ain't seen this many niggas in your life with diamonds and
braids
I'm from the home where they get sprayed and gang related raids
Fuck y'all, that start bangin' after colors was made
Let's C-walk to that, and never give me no hassle
'Cause I come from one of the worst cottage in Paso
If you got beef, with D P G
Holla at me, the D O G
If you got beef, with D P G
Holla at me, the D O G
If you got beef, with L O C
Then holla at me, the D O G
If you got beef, with D P G
Then holla at me, the D O G
It ain't no mystery you dissin' me you dissin' my clique
And ain't no question we come steppin' straight to get in your
shit
So why you actin' like a bitch？ Puttin' your business on wax
When we could scrap or slap a clip, if you wanted to crack
See in the pen we got a name for niggas runnin' they yap
Sale soldiers, roll 'em up with somethin' up in they back
Handles ours, battle scars, Shackles, guards and all
And we the last niggas standin' once they start to fall
Make the call, or fuck it, just kick off the brawl
'Cuz I'm ridin' with my Doggs, win, lose, or draw
Dogg pound insane, neighborhood twenty gangin' it
And every gangsta that I hang with down to bang
Full time pull mines and I gots to bust
Fuck a pass, when I mash, anybody get touched
So make my name taste just like a dick in your mouth
And watch the way you on my nuts when you spittin' it out, Dogg
house
Any problems, any problems you can holla at my Dogg
Holla at my Dogg, you can holla at my Dogg, ohh
Any problems, any problems you could holla at my Dogg
(If you got beef, with D P G)
(Holla at me, the D O G)
Holla at my Dogg, holla at my Dogg
(If you got beef, with D P G)
(Holla at me, the D O G)
You got a muthafuckin' problem with my niggas then you got one
with me
It's the S to the Y, the L, just drop three keys
As I flee, to the homie L.T.'s, to make the magic
It's those that talk, and those that make shit happen
So what'cha say？ You wanna spit？ You got beef？
D.P serve the heat, straight to the street
Honey west, I make the mission complete
Therefore them bitches who talk that shit
Be them bitches that's gettin' they ass beat
Now don't come round here fuckin' with us
'Cuz on the real homeboy, we'll be fuckin' you up
And to you bitches who be thinking y'all could slide by
With that punk shit, bitch, biddity bye bye
I fuck a bitch up faster than I do a nigga
See to me, most bitches is women but bitch you'z a nigga
We got rules and codes, G's and hoes
Friends and foes, ride or get rode on
If you got beef, with D P G
Holla at me, the D O G
Nigga, nigga, bitch
3.Big Bang Theory (Featuring Xzibit, Kurupt, CPO, and Pinky)
Lyricist：Calvin C Broadus, Ricardo Brown, Vince Edwards, Warren
Griffin, Alvin Joiner, Rayshawn Shearer, Keiwan Spillman
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what
Snoop double, D O G, what, Mr. X to the Z, yeah and Kurupt
The kingpin, DoggHouse Records takin' over the shit in the '99
What, yeah, yeah, bangin' on you
It's the Big Bang Theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo
I got a Big Bang Theory, my hardcore committee
Gon' rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
Chronic low ridin' bitches with silicon tities
We gon' bounce and ball until the wheels fall off
I got a Big Bang Theory, my hardcore committee
Gon' rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
Affiliated with thousands walked out medallions
We gon' bounce and floss until the wheels fall off
Chest plates hit with gouges, sawed off, hauled off
Blast with somethin' and I breaks all the walls off
Fuck it, tie my flag around my mouth
Blue rag on my face, blue rag in my left pocket
Pistols screamin', unleashin' pure fury
Smash, snatch the pockets and all the jewelry
Glass shattering, blastin', niggas scatterin'
Scat, takin' three to four to the back
I'm back motherfucker, live broadcast
Show my face with my rag on, let me throw my hood in the air
Let me put 'bout two in the air
Let me show these motherfuckers that I don't care
It's a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin' for whatever it cost's, crimp bosses
It's goin' down by the year 2 G
I'm goin' be flyin' through the hood, duckin', dodgin' the heat
My niggas watch the street, be it rain, snow or sleet
Us niggas gon' eat, makin' troops we creep
Losin' the jeep, runnin' on feet, survivin' off
The land money and gun in hand, operation quicksand
Ain't tryin' to put the mark of the beast on my hand
I had to bless the head of a military man
Jumped into the back of the 4 door sedan
All up in the trunk was the hidden contraband
Fuck a middleman, my pistols am directly from Iran
Looking from a third eye, I spot the hidden cam
I know what you look like, I know how you think
I'm the type of bitch to pop a pill up in your drink
I got a Big Bang Theory, my hardcore committee
Gon' rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
Chronic low ridin' bitches with silicon tities
We gon' bounce and ball until the wheels fall off
I got a Big Bang Theory, my hardcore committee
Gon' rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
Affiliated with thousands walked out medallions
We gon' bounce and floss until the wheels fall off
Bitch, fuck that, you bring fat rag, here's cheese
You work your fuckin' employees
You know you get all excited like that
Stack it through them hoodlum back 'cause I like it like that
Bitch, I kill drama, shit get action packed
When I jump out the black stealth bomber
'Cause it's 'bout, you know, I want the fuckin' mansion pad
To heal that bitch sittin' on
So don't hate the fuckin' cheese that you earn
Rotate the fuckin' weed that you burn
Don't fuck with Bossy off the glam
We rides on visitors and takes no prisoners
Handles all business and pay off the commissioner
Big time crime figure, niggas gettin' riches
20 inches whippin', all we givin' hittin' switches
Twistin', flippin' chickens, stickin' victims if they slippin'
Trippin' on the mission and my trigga finga itchin'
Positioned at your dome, one twitch and it's on
No remorse or second thoughts once the clip in the chrome
This is the zone, weak niggas covers get blown
Stoned killers and gorillas want whatever you want
Shake spots with bank nots, keep the thang cocked
And leave motherfuckers stripped to tank tops
We the gang, it's our thang to mash and maintain
Gang bang slang came and ain't gon' change
All out till we fall out, fuck the world
DoggHouse style with the chucks and curls
I got a Big Bang Theory, my hardcore committee
Gon' rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
Chronic low ridin' bitches with silicon tities
We gon' bounce and ball until the wheels fall off
I got a Big Bang Theory, my hardcore committee
Gon' rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city
Affiliated with thousands walked out medallions
We gon' bounce and floss until the wheels fall off
4.Balls Of Steel
Lyricist：Snoop Dogg, John B Fletcher, Kevin Gilliam, Jalil Hutchins,
Nathaniel Robinson Jr, Kirk Robinson, Lawrence Smith
Soldiers
Gangstaz, gangstaz, whassup my nigga？
Yeah, I'm fin' to fall off into this party with my lil' bitch
mane
It's in her neighborhood
Nah, you ain't gotta roll with me it's all good
I trust her dog
Aw nigga shut up nigga, I hear you, don't trip
Well, the party didn't start till I walked in
And I probably won't leave until I finish this Henn'
But in between time or in the meantime
I slid my bitch in the back do' an' she crept in with the nine
We came here together so we can have fun
Me and you baby goin' one on one
It's yo' hood so I figure it's good
But if them niggaz start trippin'
I ain't trippin' shit, I ain't Hollywood
We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars
With buckshots comin' from the homies in the cars
Aww yeah, how y'all wanna play this
Naw, hold on, let me see how should I say this
The bitch that I was wit' tried to set me up
Whatever fuckin' reason would they wanna wet me up
And get me up out the bitch wit' da heat
And a party wit' a gang of off brands and a freak
(Where you from？)
I gotta dust 'em if I rush 'em
And these niggaz don't look like they wanna tussle
(Fuck 'em)
I'ma creep to the who ride all by my lonely
Nigga didn't bring damn homie
I wish I woulda, but I didn't
I'm fuckin' wit' dis hood rat
(Bullshit ya bullshittin')
That's what's wrong wit' niggaz
Steady thinkin' wit' ya dick and puttin' faith in a bitch
Dogg is chillin', makin' a killin'
What more can I say？ 'Top Billin''
That's what I get, I got it good
Crackin' bitches in ya hood bitch
Would you stop schemin' and lookin' hard
I got a great big bodyguard
So step up if you wanna get hurt
Nigga mad cause I touched under his bitch skirt
I get the money, the money I got
Hoes call me Doggy when they feel real hot
That's how it is, ask yo' kids
I stole ya hoe while you was in prison
Jail, for spousal assault
You was jealous it's all your fault
Dogg is chillin', makin' a killin'
What more can I say？ 'Top Billin''
Shootin' dice came up short now I'm doin' bad
Lost the Coupe and the keys to the Caddy
So bad that I'm livin' with my momma now
And my bitch done dipped 'cuz I done run outta chips
I lost my balla doe and my balla hoe
Man to some sucka ass nigga, man, I'm fallin' slow
Can't ain't even call a hoe, I'm feelin' smalla loc
Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks
(Give it up, nigga)
Shit's real, we peel for the meal
Take it 'cause once we get it, y'all come kick it
And bring them same skanless bitches
(Why？)
I got some homegirls layin' low in the kitchen
On a mission to keep on dishin' all fools
Doggy Dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule
They gonna get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter
Even bitches feel the heater motherfucker
5.Now We Lay 'Em Down
Lyricist：Calvin Cordazor Broadus, George Jr. Clinton, Tracy La Marr
Davis, Walter Morrison, Garry Marshall Shider, Keiwan Dashawn
Spillman, Cecil Demetrius J Womack
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
East side, Long Beach drop the hits and uh
We got, so many niggas on the team nowadays
LB, QB, DP, GC P
Boy, my boys, the toys, the noise
Them East side boys is the real McCoys
We walkin' through the projects sippin' on a 40
Rippin', dippin' and spittin' at your shorty
You may think I'm outta bounds but I think I'm in
I holla at my folks before I step on in
Spit at my nigga Andy Hilfiger
Slide up in the garden, next to Steve Martin
We settin' up shop on the East Coast now
Dogghouse nigga, the big bow wow
And we higher than a motherfucker, East Side up
Like this and like that motherfucker, East side
So wide you can't get around it
So low you can't get under it, now
So high you can't get over it
I just want to make your day
Wakin' up late off a fucked up day
I was in Dogg sippin', straight Dogg House crippin'
Fuck wit us and get that ass bombed out
Need some smoke for the homies from the south
This is what it's all about
It's the city of the beach where the gangsters bang
Sam wake that ass up, get fresh, let's do some thangs
Swerve through the East side Loc, scoop up the homies
Bang them other fools 'cuz them busters don't know me
It seems like this is my only chance to get rich
Invest in my chips, never chippin' off a bitch
Trip, bring that bomb to me
Underwater with cocaine, crackin' with P O P
Up, up, up in smoke, you can hit it in a bong
I'm faded like Cheech and Chong
Watch out for the second hand smoke
Yeah, I was born and raised in the ways of a ridah
Representin' mines to be a true East sidah
Survival of the fittest, how we live this shit
Fuck a bitch, dump a clip, out to get them chips
No restrictions, takin' off as soon as friction
Pop, niggas drop once I pops the clip in
Pimp wearin', khaki suits and stacy biscuits
And known like Capone to them gangsta bitches
Keep 'em workin' somethin' everywhere we go
Either dope or the stroll if the bitch is a hoe
West Coast to the fullest but I bang the East
Mad motherfuckers side to that city Long Beach
So throw them gang signs up when you see me ride up
And know for sure I'm 'bout to throw the East side up
And if a nigga got beef with that
That's where his ass'll be sleepin' at, point blank
6.Give It 2 'Em Dogg (Featuring Bugsy Seigal)
Lyricist：Calvin C Broadus, Tracey Le Marr Davis, Tyrone Maroney,
Keiwan Dashawn Spillman
Give it up, give it up nigga, you know what's happenin'
Lil' Goldie loc'll keep the dogg house crackin', lackin'
We usin' dubs for the subs and 15's for the tweeters
Posted up by the tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gang bangin' is my shit nigga
Is you still gon' be my homie if I get a little bigger
Fuck a bitch, never switches my motto
And if you disagree with me watch out for my hollows
Booyaka, booyaka, that's the sound from a cannon
Quick to leave a motherfucker dead right where you're standin'
You wanna roll with the doggs but you can't
You too busy ridin' nuts fool, get out the paint
We came to give you what the fuck you want
(Give it to 'em dogg, do it to 'em dogg, dogg, bang bang)
We came to give you what the fuck you want
(Give it to 'em dogg, yeah, bang bang, bang bang)
5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30 ya bound to get dirty
Ya herdy, was servin', birdies for Herby and Scrappy
That nigga lyin' dogg go on and slap him
That's probably how rumors get started
See niggas be yappin' off at the mouth
And don't be havin' their heart in
Suckers, that's probably why I stay in the hills
And let my pit bulls smash on niggas that feel
I owe 'em somethin', dogg, throw me somethin'
Nigga throw me somethin', shit I'm doin' badder than you
And I ain't even fakin' or frontin'
So quit the hatin' 'fore I start dumpin'
I jump in the 8 5 0 and smash on out
Meet me and Goldie Loc at the dogg house
Smoked out, Hennessey and plenty weed
Wit mo bitches, 4 bitches, some cole bitches, c'mon bitches
We cold vicious, known pimpin', with no simpin'
Stone crippin', low clippin', 4's drippin'
Wet from my set, check my rep I'm a vet
Ex-felon, never tellin' represent it to death
Pack my flag wear khakis with that extra sag
Mad dog in every last motherfucker I pass
Never ask would I mash with the tray on my neck
And my status been a classic I stay on the set
Let it rain, let it drip, turn the change to chips
Never nervous, stay in service from this gangsta shit
Cool time on the grind never mind the danger
Gun slanger, gang banger, long beach mangler
Bringa of the noise like the Real Mccoys
Niggas talk shit, walk quick or feel the toys
We in this business to win this whatever the cost
Goldie Loc, Snoop and Tray Deee you're never to cross
Motherfuckers
We came to give you what the fuck you want
(Give it to 'em dogg, yeah, bang bang, bang bang, give it to 'em
nigga)
We came to give you what the fuck you want
(East side, bang bang, East side, world wide, East side nigga,
yeah)
7.Tha Eastsidaz
Lyricist：Calvin Broadus, Tracy Davis, Jeff Fortson, Meech, Spillman,
Wells
Mobbin', straight billin' through the Eastside
Never had a site to rhyme but I'm still mobbin'
Dope dealers, to the fullest
I keep my glock, stuffed with rocks so watch out for the bullets
Eastside, young nigga sportin' them chucks
Never givin' a fuck so watch out for the come up
Them Eastside niggas be the crip, crip, craziest
Ride wit my niggas, fool, we gon' die for this
No need to be a punk, just dump when I say so
Empty the clip, another block let's go
I don't give a fuck about some posted what
So C slide me the mac so I can rip shit up
We ain't finished with this mission so listen to what's crackin'
We ain't rollin' wit you niggas that's scared to do the jackin'
The plan don't stop, nigga, fuck the cops
If a nigga snitch he the first nigga to drop
That's all my game, we ride like macked up trucks
You know them niggas on the Eastside be givin' it up
Just blast for me and I'ma blast for you
When I'm in jail, get cash and I'ma mash for you
That's on the real, homeboy, don't let me down
I clown, homeboy and I bang the pound
We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us is we ridaz
And when we come through real niggas stand beside us
Killers, cutthroats and knivers
Bringin' it the livest and leavin' no survivors
We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us is we ridaz
And when we come through real niggas stand beside us
Killers, cutthroats and knivers
Bringin' it the livest and leavin' no survivors
I still wear the same pair of khakis, 'least three days
Nappy ass, French braids and it ain't no thang
Hang with motherfuckers wanted for all types of crimes
Plus them little bitty niggas on they bikes wit nines
On the grind no I rhyme nigga times is hard
Got jugs of water buried all across my yard
One time on my line tryin' ta find a cause
Toss a nigga in the street and reach up under my balls
Guns cocked, mug shots, cell blocks and locked down
But I done made it too far to stop now
Results of a banger, to most I'ma danger
No hope for those who come to close to the chamber
Bitches lovin', I'ma gangster so fuck it
No matta if I hafta I get at 'em in a bucket
Tuckin' in my shirt and all that shit don't work
First look, say, I'ma crook that did dirt for the turf
High talk, high walk when I stalk the street
Guarantee who try to see me come across the feet
It's a Eastside lifestyle, wild and foul
Goin' out, puttin' it down, sayin' fuck the trial
Aim is to be famous wit major loot
A gang of juice in case I gots to bring the troops
And everybody know the Eastside the craziest
So motherfuckers know it ain't no fadin' this
We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us is we ridaz
And when we come through real niggas stand beside us
Killers, cutthroats and knivers
Bringin' it the livest and leavin' no survivors
We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us is we ridaz
And when we come through real niggas stand beside us
Killers, cutthroats and knivers
Bringin' it the livest and leavin' no survivors
We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us is we ridaz
And when we come through real niggas stand beside us
Killers, cutthroats and knivers
Bringin' it the livest and leavin' no survivors
We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us is we ridaz
And when we come through real niggas stand beside us
Killers, cutthroats and knivers
Bringin' it the livest and leavin' no survivors
8.Real Talk
Lyricist：Calvin Broadus
Yeah, yeah man, you check it out man
Yesterday man I was at the liquor store and shit
Motherfucker thought I was a basketball man
'Cause a nigga tall, you know
Yeah yeah let me get your autograph man
Don't you play for the Lakers
I told them niggas, I said look here motherfuckers
I don't play basketball, my name is Snoop Dogg
I play bitches
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