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[Hook 2X's: Pharrell & Uncle Charlie Wilson]
Ohhh-ohh-oh-ohhh-ohhh... (Oh-hooo!) Yeahhh, yeahh, yeah, yeahhhh... (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...) [Chorus 2X's] 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 [Chorus 2X's] [Verse 2] 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... [Chorus & Hook: 2X's] [Bridge 2X's: Pharrell & Uncle Charlie Wilson] ...See I just want you To know that you are really special... Ohh why, oh why, oh why, oh why... [Verse 3] 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... [Chorus 2X's] [Bridge 4X's] |
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S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-gi-zee
D-O-double-gi-zee, D-O-double-gi-zee! S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-gi-zee D-O-double-gi-zee, D-O-double-gi-zee! Izzle kizzle, fo' schizzle My nizzle, what you sizzle? Fo' schizzle bizzle, ha ha Me and my partner, in my Impala Poppin our collars, tossin up dollars A truck on the side of with hoes that wanna follow Bet a hundred dollars that they all wanna swallow Doggy Doggfather I do it to you real hard then it gets harder It's nada - thang on mine, I bang on mine I smoke an ounce and bounce at the same time It's off the limbo with Timbo, you motherfuckin bimbo So quit knockin at my window, you nympho-maniac bring it back, now shake it up Put it on the table, now break it up Give it to me, now put a lighter on the end of it It really don't matter what you spent on it As long as you're gettin what you paid for That's what it made for, ain't that what you stayed for? Who's that dippin' in the Cadillac? (Snoop Dogg) Smoke 'til your eyes get cataracts (Snoop Dogg) Who got a girl layin on her back? (Snoop Dogg) Who's that makin that paper stack? (Snoop Dogg) You play me and I'll play you You pay me and I'll pay you Hold on boo, you got the game all wrong This ain't yo' thang, this my song Move on, we in the club at the Shark Bar Valeted my keys and park my car No snap shots cause I might get popped As I slide by security, givin 'em props (whattup, whattup) First thing I do, when I get in Let me take you back to when I first slid in Grab my gi-din, get my pid-in Put my bid in, no bullshittin (no bullshittin) We be sittin, in the corner With smoke comin' from up under us like we sittin in the sauna Burnin up the charts (burnin up the charts) Break a bitch heart, lil' mama don't you start Who's that dippin' in the Cadillac? (Snoop Dogg) Smoke 'til your eyes get cataracts (Snoop Dogg) Who got a girl layin on her back? (Snoop Dogg) Who's that makin that paper stack? (Snoop Dogg) S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-gi-zee D-O-double-gi-zee, D-O-double-gi-zee! S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-gi-zee D-O-double-gi-zee, D-O-double-gi-zee! Tick tock, the ice on my watch Slap me 'cross the face around two o'clock But the party don't stop till we blow up (ka-boom!) Now every lil' bitch wanna show up Manuev'in to this, groovin to this Dippin to this, flippin to this, trippin to this Ain't no skippin to this, trust this Bust this, it's too hot to touch this (ahh!) He say, she say, I say no way Don't need foreplay, okay, obey everything that I say.. And every day'll be like a holiday I put you in the front seat of my car And roll you 'round town like a superstar Recline your seat and turn up the beat Number one with a bullet, rollin down the motherfuckin backstreets Who's that dippin' in the Cadillac? (Snoop Dogg) Smoke 'til your eyes get cataracts (Snoop Dogg) Who got a girl layin on her back? (Snoop Dogg) Who's that makin that paper stack? (Snoop Dogg) Who's that dippin' in the Cadillac? (Snoop Dogg) Smoke 'til your eyes get cataracts (Snoop Dogg) Who got a girl layin on her back? (Snoop Dogg) Who's that makin that paper stack? (Snoop Dogg) |
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Hell yeah
That was a mothafuckin' trip The way y'all niggaz had the whole world sayin' UH!!!, na, na, na, na This here the Doggfather, rappin' on this shit here Check this out Let me here ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (come on, everybody say) Everybody, let me hear ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay I run with convicted felons Scream, yellin' Bitch I'ma soldier! Stick in my chrome reciever, and I fins to get it on Influenced by the dolja Blastin' at the rollers Callin' couple of soldiers Fuckin' up with this song bitch Your mom shoulda told ya I ain't nothin' nice Snoop brought the boss I got the spark, lets go on a body high Put it on my life, and my favorite weed pipe Soldiers greed, with ice Watch me budda up in the night Carefull to forever, the one that shot him Bringin' the drama like a punk, but your fucking somebody Whut Lodi Dodi, send a duce up in dey coupe But after a hard eight Snoop and his soldiers gonna make ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (Jeah, nigga, I can make ya say) Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (yeah, tank doggs, let me hear ya say) Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (all my real rap niggaz say) Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (yeah, Mystikal, where you at?) Nigga, all I really wanna do is Get down, on the get down! That mothafucker better sit down We up in this bitch now Got the take to make the hap We gon' make our money right Tired of livin' the stress life Pressure, fuck price Yikes! Know what I like Keep it hype! Betcha I right Put pounds of ice on ya, like white on rice Vise grips on mics Turnin' to fights Burnin' up the limelight Fire! And you ain't gotta strain your eyes to find us Throwin' bad days behind us Ahh damn up in the headlights Bout to let it shine Find your ass in there tip-toeing Your ass is mine We got you waitin' for us on the radio So our albums can drop Snoop, Fiend, me, Beats By The Pound, you know that's gon' pop Jump in the game in the walkway With enough money to fuck with Till ya hear that last fuckin' woof We ain't done yet Let me here ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (yeah, uh-huh, all my niggaz say) Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (na, na, na, na, na, na) Woof! mothafucker, Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (na, na, na, na, na, na) Let me hear ya say Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay I come faster than a speedin' bullet Or I can take my time and move it slow Wake up outta my seat and hit this mic and blow like some indo You can call me what you want Just don't call me no punk My name is Snoop D-O-double-G And I'm the godfather of G-Funk I'll put this shit down, like clown, Dogg Pound is my set Nigga set outta line, I shoot them in they mothafuckin' spine And break they necks (nigga, nigga) As I go down, you gon' realize that See when you run up in my face you able to get smacked, jacked, just like that I'ma fool, break the rules, damn, way too cool They call me Snoop D-O-double-G (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) Cause I'ma fuckin' fool, I can get silly But I'd rather sit back, relax, new jacks, get smacked, cause I'm tryin' to blaze up a sack (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) To my nigga Mystikal, Fiend, and my big homie Master P Cause thats just the way this shit gon' be Baby, N-O-L-I-M-I-T (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) We gon' make y'all say Woof Until you mothafuckers demand That nigga named Snoop I can make 'em say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (laughing) I can make 'em say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay Let me here ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay Let me hear ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (everybody in the house) Say Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (up top, come on) Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (down low) Yeah, yeah, and who side (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay And not only that And not only that This No Limit baby Ya heard me? Yeah And not only that Shit get crazy in this mothafcuker Ya heard me? Uh! |
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[Snoop Dogg]
Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n? Dis big Snoop Dogg Leave your name and your number at the motherfuckin beep If dis one of my hoes, two-way me {*BEEP*} [Dr. Dre] Ay ay Snoop whattup? This your nigga Dre Ay man I was thinkin I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin album So check it out, put this on there: All you motherfuckin haters out there, can suck my motherfuckin dick! And we still smokin, what?! [Chorus: Nate Dogg] For the nigga who be talkin loud and holdin his dick Talkin shit, he better LAY LOW For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better LAY LOW For the niggaz who be claimin my hood and really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOW I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin and I won't do a thing, really HOPE SO! [Snoop Dogg] Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say so Limo tint rollin deep like the President See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (beitch) I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin this Whatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch it Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records Unseen but well heard, do not disturb The only reason you alive cause I ain't sent the word I flip, faster than birds , Snoop Dogg will emerge from the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke I bring the worst from the L.B.C. Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say From the "World's Most Dangerous Group" - N.W.A Ay, ay [Butch Cassidy] Our rise, it was no surprise I always knew these fools would trip Hatin, fakin, schemin on mine and on the down low copy shit Best move cause I refuse to lose no matter which damn road I choose So lay low cause you might be bruised Top story on the evening news I ain't for games , so if you wanna play 'em lay low Lay down on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know That's what I came fo' [Goldie Loc - Eastsidaz] Where that nigga who be talkin shit? He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin the tits Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin to take her home Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong [Tray Deee - Eastsidaz] Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with? The same click he came with and made the game flip Now niggaz grow they hair, hope they stayin act hard That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on [Master P] Whassup pimpin? It's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but loop They call me Jack Hannah for all the red I got but they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta It's, No Limit til I D-I-E C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be [Chorus] |
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Fa shizzle dizzle, its the big Neptizzle
with the Snoopy D-O-Double Jizzle! ...(Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) ...C-walk to this (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) ...Hehe, yeah, C-walk to this (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) ...Ahaha, C-walk to this (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) [Verse 1] Bam, boom, watchoo gone do cuz? Guess I'm rollin in with them baby blue chucks And I still got my khakis creased Im still rockin on these beats, and got a bad rep on the streets Its the S-N-double-O-P, and, biggest dogg of 'em all and youse a flea, and and since I got time to drop it for you, I guess I must and give it to you mother fuckas like bust-a-bust I keep the heat on deck, but in God we trust And cant none of yall, fuck wit us But you can run up on the G but thats not thinkin wisely these pullas are contagious, just like Ron Isley {*What the hell is goin on? Someone's sleepin in my home*} Snoop to the D-O-Double G Get in, where you fit in... follow me [CHORUS] Whos the man with that dance? (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) Who kick the khakis from his pants? (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) Get the dro' low anything will stand (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) Still rock the gin n juice in hand (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) [Verse 2] I do it for the G's, and I do it for the hustlaz Here to annihilate you mark-ass bustas fuck the police cuz all they wanna do is cuff us The one nigga is chilly, as if his name was Usher But I'm still ridin in macks, makin 'em G stacks and got them corn rows to the back I aint really tryin to be picky but if you give me somethin, its got to be the sticky Doin by the ounces, Lo' lo's bouncin Ninety doin fakin with kissin on the couchin Boo to the ouchin, more a fountain But thats how we get anotha doggy dogg housin This year we aint fuck wih thousands We clean with millions and we fly as a falcon Pull up to the Doggy Dogg Pound, with a car fulla bitches fuckin grits like Alice [CHORUS] [Verse 3] Three 14 inch rims is runnin on the side (They riding on the side?) Yeah they runnin on the side! Three 14 inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?) Yeah they runnin on the side! Three 14 inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?) Yeah they runnin on the side! Three 14 inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?) Yeah they runnin on the side! Take two and pass it, it will not burn you From the Long Beach Chronicles to the Wall Street Journal They all know the G with the Cutlass Coupe Ask Bill Gates (yeah I know the homie Snoop) Yeah I'm straight loc'n, hangin wit my folk and Follow Rakim cause 'I Ain't No Joke' and Cause, I done seen so much (like what?) Enough to have your feelings touched When the gunshots ratta, all ya boys scatter Check up on ya homies but they gave ya bad data Make a nigga stop BREATHIN, that is so relievin and now you niggaz believe in What I say cause what I say is so real Homie you don't wanna see the steel You dont wanna catch a body, you came here to party! Now that's what you should do, now where's my baby boo? [CHORUS] {*fade out*} |
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(feat. Xzibit)
[Xzibit] Yeah.. time to bring yo' ass to the table y'all It's X to the Z Xzibit, yeah (Where you at?) Snoop double-D, uh, O.G. (West coast, Los Angeles) What, bringin it live, with Dr. Dre, what? {*Xzibit makes the "Ghetto Bird" sound*} Throwin up a BIG-ASS W, coverin up the world right? YEAHHH! Hah, listen look You ain't tryin to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor Goin down by the second round, all hail the underground How dat sound? Xzibit backin down from a conflict Fuck the nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb shit Glass and metal in every direction Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon and reason why niggaz with problems keep on steppin Xzibit ready to scrap, like Mike Tyson with his license back Nine to five, minimum wage, what type of life is that for me? It's blasphemy, you fuckin around with the Sundance Kid and Butch Cassidy You had the audacity to wanna tangle with the X Strangle your neck, slap you like the opposite sex Drunk drivin tryin to stack my loot While other rappers gettin "Treated Like a Prostitute" So check the SoundScan Chorus One: Snoop Dogg All I wanna be was a G, ha My whole life, nigga please, ha Breakin off these motherfuckin keys, ha Let's get these motherfuckin G's, ha Nigga you don't wanna fuck with this.. [Snoop Dogg] Hmm.. aww nah, big Snoop Dogg Back up in the heezee bay-bay You jockin my style, "You so cra-zy" Dre say, ain't +No Limit+ to this As long as we drop gangsta shit Look here bitch, you fine and I dig your style Come fuck with a nigga, do it +Doggystyle+ I'll be gentle, sentimental Shit, we fucked in the rental Lincoln, Continental Hmm, coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago (Yeah nigga you know what's happenin man) I get this pussy everywhere that I go (These bitches know what time it is) Ask the bitches in your hood cause they know (Hell yeah, hoes know about a nigga like me MAN) I get the pussy everywhere that I go (I pimp these hoes, nigga, ha ha) Ask the bitches in your hood cause they know Chorus Two: Xzibit Bitch please, get down on your god damn knees For this money chronic clothes and weed (look) You fuckin with some real O.G's Bitch please Bitch please, get down on your motherfuckin knees We came to get the motherfuckin G's Yeah, you fuckin' with some real O.G's You dick-tease! [Snoop Dogg] Bitch, please! Now what you need to do is Hem my coat, and roll me some dough (f'real) Different strokes (uh-huh) for different folks Oh, you like settin niggaz up and gettin them loc's A cute lil' bitch with a whole lotta heart Shit gets thick when the light gets dark She say she gots a lick for me (well hook it up) Worth about, two hundred G's and thirty keys Now check this out Dre, now if I don't move Then a nigga like me, shit I don't lose But you know me, Dogg I'm movin Ain't nuttin to it, but to get to groovin You been, waitin on a nigga like me (whas' happenin) to take that chance and rob yo' man and beat up the pussy A victim of the circumstance (yeah right) That's the devil, they always wanna dance See we go out with a bang (bang BANG!) I'm tryin to work this cold thang, and take this whole thang I get the money everywhere that I go (I go) I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho (fo' sho) I get the money everywhere that I go (I go) I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho (fo' sho) Outro: Nate Dogg (repeat 4X to fade) Aiyyo.. aiyyo aiyyo; you don't wanna step to me Still claimin D.P.G. - til the day I D-I-E |
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Yeah yeah yeah I'm fin up in the corner in my
lowrider dogg. Ya heard me? *Top dollar with the gold flea collar dippin' in my blue Impala [DPG]* *Repeats throughout intro* [Yeah it's still a G thang] It's time for all the lowriders out there yeah all the dippers you like to get ya dip on hit a switch or two, bang a corna' sittin' on threes yeah right trip... It's like 4 & to the 5 & to the 6 & to the 7 I once was told that all doggs go to Heaven Well how ya been where ya been & what it look like? My game trump tight especially when it bump like four DPG's gettin' crazy & No Limit is the label that pays me! Ridin' 'round town layin' game down like Goldie & I remember what my momma showed me told me game recognize game & stay true to what ya do & don't be ashamed I got all my game from her sometimes I have to wonder how I keep from goin' under I'm a cold muthaf**ka I fall to my knees & thank God before I do my thang I don't know why, I love to gangbang See life ain't nuthin' but a twist anyway bitch anyway you can say what you wanna say Just don't get in my way 'cause I'm a mean old Fiend know C know & P know see loc We make music for the thugs and the bangers and the bitches. f**k you R&B singers She want a nigga with his khackies hangin' real low in a black rag Sixty-four hmm Rollin' down the street lookin' way clean bangin' that real s**t nigga like Al Green I'm headed straight to the LB forget it that's what they tell me Sell me everythang except some bulls**t and when it's time for the gunfight nigga pull quick Cause ain't nothin' butter but us and nigga you'll get wet up for f**kin' with my cheddar It's cold outside nigga grab ya sweater and that bad bitch you f**kin' with nigga she get ya set up Boy you done put all ya trust in that hoe didn't ya see what happened to the President niggaro livin' in a tight house big as the White House You f**ked around & stuck ya dick in that white bitch mouth What you talkin' 'bout? Fool I'm dirty like the South and to be real I feel that's how I'm comin' out Back on the hoe stroll highway pimp patrol put ya cuffs on ya girl nigga let her off parole Man nigga way cold with his game What's his muthaf**kin' name? Who me? I'm the capital S I don't f**k with stress N double O-P D-O muthaf**kin double G Coldest entertainer gangbanger since Alphonz Capone Count money like Basie police try to chase me Niggas try to replace me but you can't I'm ridin' in a tank I'm blowin' hella dank So whether ridin' in ya lo-lo or smokin' on some doe doe spread the word and take the fo' door The Last Don done hooked up with the muthaf**kin' King of the coast with the most here's a toast and Snoop Dogg is the representer through the niggas & G's through the LBC's and the Calio projects Brooklyn to Queens Chi-town woe now the Dogg Pound in the house everytime we touch down right next to my hometown D-town [Detroit] Eastside St. Louie [St Louie] Spokane get ya money man tic-tock Little Rock right next to Houston, Texas home of Rap-A-Lot we like to jack a lot gimme what ya got let me get that up out ya nigga I got ya somethin' for the summertime while it's hot and got the bitches posted up in the parkin' lot and guess what she want the nigga with the biggest nuts [Who dat?] A nigga who don't give a f**k Ya see niggas like me all we see is money, power moves, and a bitch a week And last but not least my nigga *B-O-Z* much love from the N.O. my nigga Feel me? and my little cousin D-A-Z forever nigga this DPGC and oh yeah Dr. D-R-E you know where I'm at nigga holla at me get at me holla at me nigga holla at a dogg that's real y'all niggas know what's happenin' It's still a [DPG] thang It's still a G thang *Top dollar with the gold flea collar dippin' in my blue Impala [DPG]* |
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Yeah, uhh
Wanna say whattup to all them riders All them siders, all them gangstas, and all them beotches Yeah, we keep it gangsta Yeah, we keep it gangsta Dippin down Long Beach Boulevard I only rides with my Doggs, and I don't give a fuck about none of y'all, I'm ridin til the wheels fall off I only rides with my Doggs Dippin down Compton Boulevard I only rides with my Doggs say what I don't give a fuck about none of y'all fuck y'all I'm ridin til the wheels fall off I only rides with my Doggs Beware of the big mash, you knew he wasn't finished witcha ass He'll stay on it til it's burnt out, looked how it turned out Nuttin you can do, can't help you out So fall down, Dr. Dre done fell back into the House DPG with the Pound, bitches keep throwin pussy at us We don't want it, yea bitch it don't matter It's all about the money, if you got it, throw THAT up throw it up Hmm, ride along witcha set Eastsiiide And watch us, you motherfuckers can't do that yet I skirt out, I hit a corner on ya, |fuck doin halfway I do it to the fullest, I'll probably catch bullets on my last day I hope a prayer come through so I can eat My shoes lookin like about a buck fifty each but I ain't trippin But I'ma come up, that's on my momma Now that's on me, cause that's a burden on my momma And she done suffered, the shit's gettin rougher And when the goin get tough, the tough get a strap and low-ridin's on the map Snoop Dogg's #1 the whole Pound's got snaps nigga Yeahh, tell me, have you seen us? Bendin corners on gold Daytona's, we heated, so beat it However you want it, naw however you need it, we just dippin! Bendin corners on gold Daytona's, we heated, so beat it However you want it, naw however you need it, we just dippin! Bendin corners on gold Daytona's, we heated, so beat it However you want it Uhh, actin a fool, nigga done paid his dues and got my receipt in return, so I recline the leather seats with a trunk full of beats and, chronic filled leafs to burn No concern as I make a left turn on the Sharpe sup nigga? Off of Jefferson, feelin awfully naked at the U-turn Shit, left my gun, that's a no-no Fuck Ronald Parks, I'm my own po'-po' Nigga talkin dirty after dark, startin stuff May have to mark up a nigga FUBU logo Lettin off like a Ruger promo And even though I'm about the hoes, I never doubt the dulos You know the rule goes, where there's a hoe there's a hater Fuck them niggaz! Well there's some hoes over there, and I concentrate on the haters later what? Give these bitches numbers to the pager Invite em to the next Dre function as party favors Who said pimpin's hard labor? Bendin corners on gold Daytona's, we heated, so beat it However you want it, naw however you need it, we just dippin! Bendin corners on gold Daytona's, we heated, so beat it However you want it, naw however you need it, we just dippin! Bendin corners on gold Daytona's, we heated, so beat it However you want it, naw however you need it, we just dippin! Heyyy, ohh yeah, ohh yeah Better watch out, cause here we come Always, dippin Better watch out, cause here we come Always, dippin Better watch out, cause here we come Always, dippin Better watch out, cause here we come We're always, dippin Better watch out, cause here we come Al-always, dippin Better watch out, cause here we come We're always, we're dippin dippin Better watch out, cause here we come In them streets, dippin dippin Better watch out, cause here we come Hittin them corners, dippin dippin Better watch out, cause here we come Bendin corners on gold Daytona's, we heated, so beat it However you want it, naw however you need it, we just dippin! Bendin corners on gold Daytona's, we heated, so beat it However you want it, naw however you need it, we just dippin! Bendin corners on gold Daytona's, we heated, so beat it However you want it |
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Whassup nephew?
Sittin here choppin game, my nigga Bad Azz Niggaz get the misconception of us cause we so cold at what we do But I really wanna let niggaz know what's happenin though You feel me? Now I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about me I don't have nothin to hide I want the world to see.. I'm a gangsta gangsta Gangsta niggaz do your dance (C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah) Gangsta bitches wave yo' hands See me, I'm bout my money my paper I'm bout my dollars Poppin collars with this mac and this slack and these two revolvers See we smoke and go hoein cause the bitch ain't never shit to me and pussy stay sellin, so I never let it get to me The shit to me is simple, it relies on credentials We credible individuals, ahead of you we original Better known as criminals, thuggin off on the stereo Killin 'em on the radio, some of them wanna hate me though Fuck 'em cause they can't see me doe and here we go again The jealousy took me over success, just keep you slower While, you get nothin, we keep gettin more Pump pump the jam up, drop drop the top Hit hit the switch and smash down the block And oh yeah this Long Beach so you know when you see a nigga And don't never get the wrong idea nigga (Yeah, nigga what?) Holla at 'em Now I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about me I don't have nothin to hide I want the world to see.. I'm a gangsta gangsta Gangsta niggaz do your dance (C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah) Gangsta bitches wave yo' hands I keep my khakis creased, hat tilted to the East On a bitch I remain the beast, none the least Police try to cuff me and stuff me in the back of they patrol car, cause I'm a former parole star With the cool name, this nigga here's a fool mayn Go on and do yo' thang, gang-bang in the hood and in Hollywood Record company executives think it's all to the good Get to showin me around they house, then he slide me in the back and had the nerve to try to buy me out, check this out mayn I'm down with P, and D-R-E A real nigga from the motherfuckin L.B.C. I just look like this, I stay down for the twist I'm real with this, deep as abyss I gave you a pound, then I gave yo' wife a kiss I had to dip cause y'all was full of that bullsheeit Now I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about me I don't have nothin to hide I want the world to see.. I'm a gangsta gangsta Gangsta niggaz do your dance (C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah) Gangsta bitches wave yo' hands Now I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about me I don't have nothin to hide I want the world to see.. I'm a gangsta gangsta Gangsta niggaz do your dance (C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah) Gangsta bitches wave yo' hands Now I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about me I don't have nothin to hide I want the world to see.. I'm a gangsta gangsta Gangsta niggaz do your dance (C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah) Gangsta bitches wave yo' hands - |
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How else could you capture the world
if you don't attack from the back To the million march... hehehehe (Yo, Snoopa Donna - what?) [Chorus] When I pull up to the stoplight I gotta have the paper right (paper right) And if you come back right then we can boogie, boogie, boogie When I pull up to the stoplight I gotta have the paper right (paper right) And if you come back right then we can boogie, boogie, boogie [Snoop Dogg] Boogie boogie boogie.. I'm goin 65, 75, 80 Mashin down the boulevard downtown movin like crazy In the fast lane, high beams shinin Tryna keep the timin on the track with the diamond in the back Moon roof wide open, scopin, loc'in The bitches believe, the hoes keep hopin They can get it, fit in, back seat, just sit in Fo' hoes on the block tryna put they bid in Girl put it to work, you gon' do the damn thing hop in, the rest of y'all eat dirt I'm rollin in the Mackmobile, I'm back for real One hundred percent, pimp-motion, that's the deal Back wheel spinnin, number one I'm winnin Hoes lookin inside, and they just to grinnin Waitin to choose, while the rest wait to pay y'all dues Don't trip I keep my hoes in two [Chorus] [Interlude] Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial In your car up inside the five o'clock traffic jam We gon be takin request right now at 877-52-SNOOP Call station namin ya game... Aw, yeah, hello, aw yeah, this Soopafly here Man I wanna get a piece of that Stoplight shit Man that motherfuckin bangin church [Snoop Dogg] You see them pretty buttons on my stereo? (Yea can I touch it?) Don't touch 'em hoe! You see Snoop Dogg on the floor mat Pimpin ain't DEEEAD, now sit the fuck back I'm the man in charge, +Boss+, my backhand is hard Silky slim, man I'm large Mashin so big like a fo' by fo' Show my do', and if not it's hoe by go Ain't a hoe out there that can slow my flow My wheels cost a fortune, bitch I'm scorchin Seen some niggaz who love to talk shit Reach for my thang in my glove compartment Didn't have to use it, blasted my music Kids in the streets askin - Doggy how I dooze it? First place in the race and don't wanna lose it Niggaz better watch out and bitches better mooooove it [Interlude 2] Yeah baby, you gots ta move your groove To prove that you supposed to groove in the move As I recite naughty nothings in yo' eardrums If you cruisin up the boulevard in your car Put it in park and let the Dogg spark Yeah baby! [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Interlude 3] Ohhhhhhh noooooo, not the track of funk! I am Sir Dunk, DPG Funk And I hate Stoplight! I always ran to the next like a Minnie I told you I wouldn't C-Walk Let me out, yarhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! [Snoop Dogg] Half past late and I'm still rollin Real hoe'n, make a nigga pocket still swollen Still goin, black and white tip-toe'n Flashin my player's card (why you play so hard?) Cause I'ma Don, sippin Moet, smokin chron' Doggy wanna see that dress my loc's are on Pimp from black-red, brunette back to blonde Can't tell the sunset from the crack of dawn Half tank of gas Rollin' down the window, reach out and spank that ass Gettin hot, turn down the heat, burn down the street My hoes love to earn my keep It's only five miles left, so I whipped it Skipped it, flipped it in ovedrive Straight bonafide pimp nigga on the rise 85, 95, 100 and good night and fuck that stoplight! |
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Once upon a time, in the L.B.C.
On the Eastside, off of 2-1 Street There lived a young man, Cinderfella's his name To make it interesting it's me, peep game I lived in a house with my cruel step-dad And two step-brothers who treated me bad I cooked, I cleaned, I scrubbed the floors And I was like an errand boy runnin to the stores My brothers, they used to boast and brag: "We've got Fubu, and you've got rags!" And even worse than that, to make me feel low They gave me a skateboard, while they had low-lows Girls used to say, "Snoop, you're so cute But you gets no rap with that to' up khaki suit" Welllll, one day, up the Avenue There was a man, surrounded by the Dogg Pound crew He said ah, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all! The princess is having a royal ball If you can rap, also dress fresh You might win a date with the sweet princess" Well I, um, ran home when I heard the newsflash I bust through the door, straight to my step-dad I said, "Step-dad, may I?" And before I could finish, "Hell no!", he replied (Cinderfella!) My brothers were goin, they were gettin down Even Pops was goin for a piece of the crown (Cinderfella!) They flaunted, they haunted, they knew what I wanted "We can and you can't," is what they taunted (nana-nana-nah-nah) They all stood there, laughin in my face And as they walked out they said, "Clean up this place!" (Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!) And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love (Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!) And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love (Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!) And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love (Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!) And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love Well I shrugged, I hissed, they all tried to diss And I'd get them back if I had one wish Before I could make my thought a phrase There appeared a man from a puff of haze He said, "What's up, Dogg? My name is Herb I'm your fairy Doggfather, you know it, word! Now I've came here with the main purpose Of granting you your fondest wish" I said, "Herb, my man, just make me fresh And I'm sure that I can handle, all the rest" With a snap of his fingers sparks began to shoot And I was jumpin in my body: a slick silk suit On my feet was some white tube socks And a fresh pair of Chucks from the Foot-lock I showed him my sack, and don't you know With a snap, the sack became some doe-doe Once again his hands began to flow Then he changed my skateboard into a six-fo' (damn!) He checked me over, passed me the keys And said, "One more thing before you leave... You must return before the stroke of twelve Or you'll turn back into your old self" (Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!) And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love (Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!) And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love I jumped in the low-low and went on my way I got to the party 'bout ten, I'd say It was after eleven when I rocked the mic And by the time I left the stage, the people were hyped (well alright!) The princess was starin, while holdin a drank Reflected from her eyes was gold tank She waved her hands like, "Hello! Hi!" Then gave another gesture like, "Come here, guy!" I left the stage, girls came in flocks The b***h was swingin from the hard knocks I heard a sound, not a tick nor tock Gong! First bell before twelve o'clock No time to waste, I broke out in haste The princess followed in a futile chase A quick steady pace is what I kept Lost one of my Chucks on one of those steps For the six-fo' I continued my stride About this time I heard gong five I was down the block when I heard gong eight And the princess screamed out, "Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!" (Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!) And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love (Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!) And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love I was almost home when my luck ran out And there went my suit, my doe sack and clout My fresh low-low, also went too And there was no denyin that my night was through The one All-Star, the freshest thing I sported Jumped on my board, for home I skateboarded Made it to my pad, no time at all Went to my room, or better yet the far wall Hid the shoe away, still feelin pleased Then jumped in my cot to catch some Z's Early the next mornin, when I awoke I threw on me old slippers with me old housecoat Slid into the front, my family stared at me Sayin, "Wasn't that you? Nah, it couldn't be" They kept askin me if I did my chores My butt was saved by a knock at the door "Who is it?", that's what my brothers barked "The princess," this sweet voice remarked She said she was lookin for a certain man Who could bring her the shoe like the one in her hand The family ran around with their heads in the air Bringin her shoes from everywhere She just shook her head, a nod of relief And said, "No, that's not the one that I'm lookin' for, Chief" I ran in the room and got my shoe And said, "Is this the one you're referring to?" Well she said, "Yes, and you're so cute But where's your doe-doe and slick silk suit?" I put on the shoe, then there came a flash of light And I was wearin s**t, from just last night Looked out the window, saw the six-fo' Yelled to my family, "I've GOT to go!" We drove up the Avenue, the princess and I And in back of me, I heard my family cry... (Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!) And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love (Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!) And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love Cinderfella Doggy Dogg! |
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Aw yeah, coming to you live and direct from the LBC
We have the one and only, Snoop D-O double G Yeah, yeah, drop it [scratching] It's the one and only D-O double G Big Snoop Dogg, it's the one and only The one and only, D-O double-double-double G [Snoop Dogg] Big Snoop Dogg You in the presence of a motherfucking rap star I push up laid back in a black car Though I bossed up, it ain't hard to tell that I came up hard as hell, check it out I stayed sharp and played my part All I had was a mic, a dream and some heart Me and my moms wasn't getting along at this time And since pops was gone, I'm out grinding Catch a nigga praying, swearing I ain't going back to jail Judge about tired of a playa, I don't know about this bidness shit But I'm good with this rapping, can I get a witness what's happening That's about the time I put down the rocks And got to working in the studio around the clock For a small profit, but a whole lot of game Man I'm famous, now it ain't the same [Chorus] It's the one and only D-O double G Do you want some of this Top Dogg bite em all, yeah I'm burning it up Aw naw, Big Snoop Dogg You tuned in to the number one Buck one, buck two, buck three, buck four So get real fool, fool [Snoop Dogg] Local boy made good over night shit Not only am I getting righteous but wise see I paid the price, with consecutive platinum hits I up my status, aint no more Calvin Broadus World on my shoulder, but I can handle it Now that I'm older, I'm sharper and colder Can you remember when I slid in Deep Cover And made niggas in the Beach love eachother A street hustler, but I'm all set for the come up Best kept secret so I'm want up I've been acquitted up for 1-8-7 Yes I'm blessed thank God in Heaven Now all I need is a push in the right direction Weed and a mic now I'm writing checks And now the game ain't stopping And can't nobody say my name ain't popping Started off young as a little-bitty buck Now I'm ready for the world, and I got to give it up [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] You in the presence of a motherfucking millionaire Stop, look, listen, feel, yeah I ain't tripping on shit I worked hard as a motherfucker Fuck Cuzz, and him too cause all y'all suckas Now with the savvy of a business man I gave, new niggas a chance, to see what they was saying And kept a spot on hot, West Coast on lock Big Dizzel knocking down your block Never looking back uh uh, a steady process And leaving that way, cause see I'm blessed It's like I'm happy now, cause I'm a family man I fell in love with my kids and my wife again And these here are the files of a classic It's my throne till I choose to pass it Worldwide and the sun shine so bright That's why I wear my yellow C's at night nigga [Chorus] |
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Man, you got me goin' crazy Baby
I'm losin' my mind Chorus (Butch Cassidy + Snoop Dogg): (Butch Cassidy) Feels like I'm losin' control And I don't even know Girl you hurt me oh so bad cuz I love you so, hey But it don't matter now I'm doin' better now Whatever you do, Bitch Will come back to you, Bitch Heeeeeeey, hey Heeeeeeey, hey Heeeeeeeeeeeey, hey Heeeeeeey, hey (Snoop Dogg) I was in love at times I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes First Verse (Snoop Dogg + Butch Cassidy): (Snoop Dogg) Now who would ever think that I wanted her home? Three kids and a wife, never be alone A dog in the front yard and that picket fence Havin' somethin' on the side? It didn't make sense (Butch Cassidy) I'm a family man sportin' a wedding band (Snoop Dogg) I heard them niggas on your pager didn't give a damn I gave you eighty percent of all my trust in you The other twenty was cool, cuz we gone make it through (Butch Cassidy) The homies said she got my mind blew in, blew in (Snoop Dogg) I told that nigga like Chris Tucker, 'Don't worry about what the fuck I be doin'' We was makin' chemistry, but who is he? And how this nigga know the deal about you and me? (Butch Cassidy) I fell to my knees and asked the girl 'Why?' (Snoop Dogg) She looked at my eyes with no reply So I cried I was in love at times I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes Chorus Second Verse (Snoop Dogg): I was in love at times They say game don't wait, ha Warren G? Well the game better wait for me I'm spendin' my time while I'm writin' these rhymes In the Hills for real, sippin' wines Girl, you'z a dime Got me losin' my mind Well if lovin' you is a crime I'm down to do my time Lock me up and throw away the key I once told that 'This was the way love was meant to be' I see you with me forever We can do things that you never, Thought you could've Up out the hood-uh Is where I took you Never overlooked you I can't believe that you shook to another spot And left me cold, now I'm hot I'm tryin' to find you, what am I to do? I gave you everything that you needed Chorus Bridge One (Snoop Dogg+Butch Cassidy): (Snoop Dogg) You know what girl? I was in love with you and you treated me like that, But you know what they say? What goes around comes around (Butch Cassidy) How could, how could, you do me wrong? You be messin' up my songs Now a nigga must move on Gave love, and you just, straight played on me Had a nigga sick for weeks Now I must begin my streak |
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Yeah A little something for all the O.G.s out there That put the foundation together Was doin' this thang Before I knew what to do with this thang right here Ya know But just to let them know what time it is And how we get down Me, Kokane, and Battlecat Gone let y'all know how we do this thang here Check this out y'all We stay on point like Stacey Adams 24 hours a day,7 days a week, can ya dig it? That's real talk baby You know what We stay on point like Stacey Adams That's real talk right there baby (Stacey Adams) Verse 1: I'm in a 3 piece suit Looking too cute Mashin' flashin' Lookin' for a prostitute Boo boo, you got that loot I'm watchin' you, you watchin' me It's all to the gravy cuz it's V.I.P And everythang in here movin' belong to me That component set, was given to me By a pimp buddy of mine Disco D. He told me, Frisco E. This here gone be The baddest pimp nigga that you ever gone see Colder than Fillmore Slim Tilt that brim Snoop Dogg gone sell that trick Keep it crackin' like pistachios Get that money And continue to mash these hoes And when the Player's Ball roll around again I'm guaranteed to win You know why? Cuz we Chorus: We stay on point like Stacey Adams 24 hours a day, 7 days a week Yea, yea You know why? We stay on point like Stacey Adams You know that's all we know how to do (Stacey Adams) Gee'd up to the feet up Verse 2: Not only that but uhh Make it spectacular Put on my black cape And look like Blackula Smack ya up with the shit that I drop 911, call the cops There's a bitch, snitch Ain't that a bitch I can't trust nobody in this sonofabitch I get rich on the fakers who hate Bakin' my cake And catch the Lakers at 8 On channel 9 Pop a bottle of wine Then at 10 hit the club With my nephew Dub 11:30, talkin' dirty to this little birdy I'm trying to get mine early I can't be seen with your girly Continue to mash these hoes I keep it crackin' like pistachios I get the money first With no rehearsal Snoop D-O double G Still controversial Aahhh Chorus 3x |
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Yo' whassup, whassup.
(Could you read us a bedtime story?) Alright, alright. Ya'll get my ash tray, get my lighter. I'm a read ya'll a gangsta bedtime story. Come here, sit on my lap. (Okay.) Check it out. Great scotts, it's hot today He ran up out of bullets so I shot him in his chest He fell to the floor with his hands in the air His vision gettin blurry but you know I didn't care Peck, peck, he tried to stay on deck So I ran up on this nigga and I shot him in his neck Shooting like a muthaf**kin vietnam vet Riding on this nigga disrepectin my set No stranger to danger ain't no warning shots On the hood gettin hot, anybody can drop You better have a spot up in town my nigga Cause please believe it, it can go down my nigga Caught up in some traffic behind some hood rat Grease strikes you out with no get back Wishing for a steak eatin on a Kit Kat And your b***h ain't s**t the little homie hit that Sit back and go see, take a trip up with me Let's go get a stick nigga dip with me We can ride on some niggas for nuthin at all Even if we cool with 'em, f**k 'em let's go get 'em LBC in this muthaf**ka cuz I had to show these niggas what time it was We got thugs, cons, drugs and guns We claiming everything nigga, even dimes and doves Have you ever slapped a b***h to mack your grip Or better yet, strapped a clip To a muthaf**kin' nine millimeter for heater And put the ride down out of G two seater You need a nigga like me to get your game like that Young nigga, you could get a smack for that I'm that nigga who brought the afro back And pat your back and then I turn around and snatch your sack Before I came out niggas was wearing slack I brought the curl back and the golf hat The black poker sack and this skandelous raps The one eight seven kidnaps and jacks I brought snaps to the game nigga Raps to the game nigga, I'm that big rap name nigga S-N double O-P fa sho I do my thang way cut throat on the downlow Oh once upon a time in the LBC There lived a OG from the DPG And all the little kids looked up to him All the women stayed true to him, police tried to do him But couldn't do nothing to him cause he's like stainless steel And all they hated on him because he was way to real I don't know why but he's just so fly But I gotta end this story by saying goodnight |
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