Butch Cassidy

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

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?!

*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!

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

Our rise, it was no surprise
I always knew these fools would trip
Hatin, fakin, schemin on mine
and on the down low talkin shit
Best move cause I refuse to lose
no matter which damn road I choose
So lay low cause you might be bruised
Top story on the evening news
I ain't for games, so if you wanna play 'em lay low
Lay down on the floor
I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know
That's what I came fo'

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

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

Whassup pimpin? It's P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but loot
They call me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got
but they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got
I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla
The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta
It's, No Limit til I D-I-E
C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be

*Repeat

Man, you got me goin crazy baby
Feel like I'm losin my mind

*Feels like I'm losin control, and I don't even know
Girl you hurt me oh so bad cause 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

(Soopafly * overlapping chorus)
I was in love at times
I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes
I was in love at times
I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes
Now who would ever think that I wanted a home
Three kids and a wife, never be alone
A dog in the front yard and that picket fence
Havin somethin on the side? It didn't make sense

I'm a family man sportin a weddin band

I heard them niggas on your pager didn't give a damn
I gave you eighty percent of all my trust in you
The other twenty was cool, cause we gon' make it through

The homies said she got my mind blew in, blew in

I told that nigga like Chris Tucker,
"Don't worry about what the FUCK I be doin'"
We was makin chemistry, but who is he?
And how dis nigga know the deal about you and me?

I fell to my knees and asked the girl "Why?"

She looked at my eyes with no reply
So I cried, I was in love at times
I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes

*Repeat

(Snoop Dogg * overlapping chorus)
I was in love at times
I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes
I was in love at times
I was so hurt, she made me forget my rhymes
I was in love at times
They say "Game Don't Wait" huh Warren G?
Well the game better wait for me
I'm spendin my time while I'm writin these rhymes
In the Hills for real, sippin wines, girl you'se 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 coulda
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

*Repeat

(Snoop Dogg * overlapping chorus)
Took it for granted, shit, I'm cool now
What goes around, comes around

I was in love at times
I was in love at times
I was in love at times
I was in love at times

You know what girl I mean..
I was in love with you and you did me like that
But you know what they say?
What goes around comes around

How could, how could, you do me wrong?
You be messin up my songs (my songs)
Now a nigga must move on (I gave you)
Gave love, and you just, straight played on me (on me)
Had a nigga sick for weeks (for weeks)
Now I must begin my streak (I was in love at times..)

[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]

[Mystikal]
Well bitch I'm country as cowboy boots
I debut beating boy band groups
Nigga let me know what the fuck yall wanna do
You need to keep up but you can't, can't
Mildew or barbeque! Cracker do your thang!
Dang I ain't here for the no dumb shit
You demo while I'm the harders nigga lyrics of the drum kick
And when it's finished over and done with
Imma smoke a blunt and knock the pussy off some bitch!
I ain't no speedy and you said I beat too much
I ain't gon eat it and you ain't gon drown me and I pound it enough
They see me leavin with the big butt women
Women walking funny pussy up in her stomach
Sittin in the front cause the tv's runnin
Peanut butter leather seat with "Big Truck " on it
I musta kidnapped a nigga main honey, cause I heard em hollin
"Hold on baby I'm coming"

{Chorus}

We hushed those (sssh) who ever thought we would get this far
But bitch I told you-Tarantula_ so do what you 'spoed to-Tarantula
Guve me brains stop lookin' strange bitch shit changed
It's just lilke I told you-Tarantula- came up like I 'm sposed to

[Mystikal]

And I'm known as the black prince of the south
So wop-ba-ba-lo-bop bitch watch out
I make ya mamma shake a tail feather
Don't tell ya daddy that I'm here cause you know it make him feel
threatened
Go get ya dexy dress to turn me on
While he down ther quotin Betty Wright, I know you not gon to sing that
song
I hit the charts and never move off or homie cool off
Before you nose look like Rudolf
I give it to em and this bitch can't handle it
Well ugly jealous mutha fucka this shits jammin
Ridiculous amounts of raw uncut talent
On top of bass strings and piano
They callin me big bucks no whammies
This year I'm sceaming Jive Records Big Truck god dammit
It's fight and never get to move
Rank: CEO/rapper/fool

{Chorus}

I'm fixin to blow up like the jaws of Dizzy Gillepsie
Heavnes to Betsy
Julio Iglesias counldn't our-rock me
Speedy Gonzales couldn't come catch me
The grammy-nominated Especially... The Soul Train
Award Winner
Call me Black Elvis Preslely

You Probably can't keep up with what you see me on
Either 106 & Park, Queen Latifah, Chris Rock or Jenny Jones
Knock down buildings chop downs trees
I kick so fuckin hard they say, Yous Japanese
I'm up in the millions cause if what I invent
Look at ya over there with ya seatbelt light your're approachin your
descent
A.k.a "The Tarantula"
Hot rymes coming from a canister
I'm keeping my fans something to brag on
These people in here ain't leaving to I finish my fuckin last song
Bitch walk a barbarian
Tall dark and cut and keep them fuckin hoes starin Tarantual

(Pac)
Yeah, clear enough for ya.
Why niggas look mad.
y'all supposed to be happy I'm free.
Y'all niggaz look like you wanted me to stay in jail
Cold bustas.

Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz.
I got no love for these niggas,
There's no need to be friends.
They got me under survailance.
That's what somebody be tellin' me.
Know theres dope being sold,
but I ain't the one sell'in
Don't want to be another number.
I got a proper gang of weed to keep from goin under.
The federales wanna see me dead.
Niggas put prices on my head.
Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.
I feed em lead.
Now on release.
How will I live?
Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did?
To feed kids.
One life to live.
It's so hard to be positive
When niggas shootin at your crib.
Mama, I'm still thuggin'
The world is a war zone.
My homies is inmates
And most of them dead wrong
Full grown, finally a man
Still scheming on ways to put some green inside the palms
Of my empty hands.
Just picture me rollin'.
Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen.
My dreams is scensored.
My hopes are gone.
I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone.
My nerves is wrecked.
Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen.
Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin.
Picture me rollin.

Can you see me now
Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture
Can you see it?
Picture me rollin.
Yeah nigga
Eh, but peep how my nigga Syke duke do it.
Guess who's back?

(Syke)
I got keys comin from overseas.
Cost a nigga 200 G's.
I'm a street comando.
Nino for example.
This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle.
So I got to floss cuz I'm more like a boss playa.
Thug granted to be a women layer
So many playa haters, imitaters steady swangin.
Make me wanna start bank bangin.
So I'm caught up in the game.
Let's go change.
Packin 40 glocks.
Contain or rearrange.
All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies
While I'm sippin on remy.
In front of black lacs, chevies on the roam.
96 big bodies sittin on chrome
As we head up out the zone,
Stone facing is on.
You can admire but don't look too long.
I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin.
It's hard to imagine.
Picture me rollin.

(Danny Boy)
Picture, picture me, picture me rollin
Rollin, picture me rollin
Wheelin, picture me rollin in
Picture me yea yeah

(CPO)
I gots to get the fuck up in.
Formulate a caper.
Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper.
My bitch fin to have a bastard, see?
So I need to hit a lick, drastically.
I see some ballin ass niggas and they slippin in my spot
And, uh, diggin their plots.
Check in the park, Pac.

(Pac)
We caught em sleepin.
He didnt peep two niggas creepin.
This how we do it every weekend
And I dump for madness(?)
It's time to count the profit.
CPO, we got the bomb spot.
Nigga, time to clock it.
I get the liquor and you could get the females.
This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales.

(CPO)
Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9.
I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine.
Now we satisfied.
Got the pockets on swollen.
Boss hog and this Pac nigga.
Picture us rollin.

(Pac)
Heh, heh, heh.
Y'all ready for me?
Picture me rollin roll call.
You know there's some mother fuckers out there
I just could not forget about.
I wanna make sure they can see me.
Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities,
All you bitch asses.
Can you niggas see me from there?
Ballin on yo mark ass.
Heh, ha ha!
Picture me rollin, baby.
Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks,
I told yall niggas when I come home it's on.
That's right nigga, picture me rollin
Oh, I forgot....the DA(district attorney)
Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court.
Can the ho see me from here?
Can you see me, ho?
Picture me rollin'.
And all you punk police, can you see me?
Am I clear to you?
Picture me rollin' nigga, legit.
Free like OJ all day
You can't stop me.
You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker.
Noope, Pain, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme
Can you picture us rollin?
Can you see me ho?
Is y'all ready for me .
We up out this bitch.
Any time y'all wanna see me again,
Rewind this track right here, close your eyes
And picture me rollin.

[Tupac:]
They'll never take me alive
I'm gettin' high with my four-five,
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus,
I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust,
But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain,
So I'm hopeless,
Rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry,
I'm about to crash up on the curb, 'cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me,
What should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin' family,
What else could I do?
But be a thug,
Out slangin' with the homies,
Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the clubs,
Got my mind on danger,
Never been a stranger to homicide,
My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys,
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young,
But still a victim of the 12 gauge,
My memories of a corpse,
Mind full of sick thoughts, IIIIIIIIIII
And I ain't goin' back to court,
So fuck what you thought,
I'm drinkin' hennessey,
runnin from my enemies,
Will I live to be 23?
There's so much pain.

(Chorus)

Ohhhh....
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhhh....
Tired of the Strain and the Pain

[Big Stretch:]
Years and years of that rough life,
Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid and growin' tough with a knife,
Livin' trife on the regular,
Buckin' out competitors,
See them take a move and check em down like a fuckin' predator,
Get in trouble everyday in school,
Act a fool,
And you know I had to break every rule,
Showin' off for the bitches, 'cause I had the mad rep',
So I had to watch my back when it was time to step,
But my grimiest grimeys with love for me,
Pop, pop, pop
And send a chuckle up above for me,
Aiiyo currency kept passin' me by,
But I didn't cry,
Broke and head off with the pack and started sellin' coke,
And now the money's lookin' lovely,
Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rob me,
Kick 'em the game,
It's all the same,
I kick it back yo,
Give 'em slack yo,
And now they label me the mack yo,
People check it,
Get disrespected if you front on the Birdman,
You heard man,
Catch a couple shots from the glock in my hand,
Damn! At least I'm realistic, with my biscuit,
You know you get your ass twisted,
So run for cover,
Me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust,
So if your on nigga look for the gauge to bust,
A lot of pressure with the street fame,
It's a deep game,
And my mama always cryin',
Yo there's so much pain,

(Chorus)

Ohhhh...
Ohhhh...

[Tupac:]
They got me mobbin' like I'm,
Loc'ed and ready to get my slug on,
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on,
I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me,
Trust, I got my glock cocked playa if they press me,
Bust on motherfuckers with a - paaassion,
Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin',
I'm a nuttin, drinkin' Hennessey and gettin' high,
On the lookout for my enemies,
Don't wanna die,
Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major,
A buck-fifty across the face with my razor,
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone,
Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong,
These sorry bastards,
Want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see,
And everyday it's just a struggle,
Steady thuggin' on the streets,
And I'll be ballin' loc,
Don't let 'em make you worry,
Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried,
I was born to raise hell,
A nigga from the gutta,
Word to mutha I'm tough,
I'm kickin dust up,
Ready to bust,
I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean,
Until they kill me,
I'll be livin this life,
I know you feel me,
There's so much pain

(Chorus)

Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain

( Tray-Dee )
I bang with the gang that don't need no intro
We run from East Long Beach to West South Central
Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,
dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow
You know that west coast low mentality
Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy
We keep it straight hard but guard the spot
Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot
Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha
Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha
It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho
You know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po
Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap
Cuz it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat
Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised
Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride

( hook, Snoop )
If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up
And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
Keep it real motherfucka stay gansta'd up

( Goldie Loc )
It's goin down motherfuckaz like dat
Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp
And the nockin don't stop
I hope nobody don't call the cops
It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block
Na betta yet cuz dis shit'll keep your glock cocked
You think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin
You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction
Watch out for the friction
Dis West Coast on mine
And fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen
Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip
C-walkin holdin on the extra clip
Now you wanna be a frend
But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload
You wanna go toe to toe
Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no

( Butch Cassidy )
I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me
And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody
Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me
I wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby

( Snoop Dogg )
I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic
Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip
On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you know
We still own niggaz who talk bitch shit
Real niggaz feel dis let's get rich
Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's
Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now
You lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now
It take a hole lot to be Snoop D-O-dub
You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up
All star shoes with the G apparel
If I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams
You neva catch me lookin R&B
I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG
Blazin a ounce with the homie cat
Or Ruff Dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the map
I keep it gangsta for sho do lo
And always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke
For all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all
Let me hit sumthin dogg
Beware of my clique
We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta shit

( hook )

( Snoop talkin )
Dogg House sumthin for the 9-5 plus for pennies
Tray-Dee, Goldie Loc
My nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life
West Side
You can't spell the West without the E-S
Ah yes we connectin y'all
Thats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em )
And we out ( see ya, see your )

( Goldie Loc )
Damn cause this spot's gettin hot
I can't trust the paremedics or them crooked ass cops
The closest nigga to you would do you and try to screw you
Backstab you in the back and act like he never knew you
And he could be the same nigga the switch
Playin all one minute but he really is a bitch
Now watch out for the twist
Here come them niggaz that was with you but they out to get rich
But you thought them niggaz would never do that
Until they came back strapped with them rat-tat-tat-tats
And it always ends up f**ked up
When the innocent die it'll have yo brain stuck
It'll have yo brains stuck shit outta luck cause I'm havin bad luck
F**ked up in my younger days
Shit I'll bang you with deuces and hang you with trays
A few days back one of homies got rugged out
Damn shame all the brothers seem drugged out
One of seeds bust a bottle over the bizis head
Say it's yo fault that the otha bizis layin dead
But it's a fact if you pack nigga bust back
Neva run throw our gun unless you fall rat
Hoo wooda sed that it wooda helped anyway
Wit mo guns niggaz sinnin for another day
Damn cause this spots gittin hot
Damn cause this spots gittin hot
Shits gittin hectik bustin threw my windo
Think it was my homies f**ked up can't realy call it do
If it was I'ma git him
He gunna hate it when it hit him
Damn cause this spot's gettin hot
I can't trust the paramedics or them crooked ass cops
The closest nigga to you wood do you and try to screw you
Backstab you in the back and act like he never knew you

( hook, Butch Cassidy )
Another day has come
How much longer will I run
I wanna have sum fun
Layin out in the sun
How much dirt have I done
My life has just begun
I sleep with my gun
My problems weigh a ton

( Tray-Dee )
I gots to say damn the program dun up and switched
Fool I used to run with and trusted snitched
Got one time on my block straight posted
Hopin that I slip but I dip and ghosted
Told my babymama it wus drama unfoldin
I kissed all my kids den commits to strollin
Wound uptown on a hot ass block
Checkin with some chickens gettin hot ass cock
Daily Tray-Dee'll loose pursuit
But deez ho's broke and don't look to cute
So I parlay to the hard ways of jackin
Fast came to cash but the mash was crackin
I didn't I was the one to be
Kickin summary of sum wen I let em slide up under me
But God as my witness
As a G I couldn't see Dee just goin out sensless
I stayed hard hit the yard
Pull niggaz hole cards
Had em runnin to the sarge
Jail house scars tell the part you played
Livin with a snitch jackin destined for the brake
It don't pay to go soft
Cause when we catch you slippin real niggas takin off motherf**kers

( Dee, Talkin )
And that's how we do it
Bitch ass niggaz
Out here tellin disrespectin the game
F**kin up this realism we puttin down out here
You know what I'm sayin
Nigga need the cops to help em out
Hoe ass niggaz
Stand on ya own nigga
Live by the gun die by the gun
Nigga be a soldier

( hook )

(Snoop Talking)
Wassup dog?
Wassup my nigga, how you doing dog?
Man, I'm chilling my nigga
How you livin'?
Shit, I'm livin' it up baby
Really, ohh really, shit
It's all great then
I'm glad to see ya, basically
Yeah, yeah
But on the real though dog
How you living though?
Who me? Shit

(Snoop)
I got two boys and a wife
I live a luxurious life
And I'm respected in this game
Cause I do's the same
Man, look here
Let me spit you something for a second
Cause I see y'all ain't been peeping out my record
I see ladies, I see players, and I see haters
And all you fools who perpetrate us, I'll get back with ya later
I got a plate of shrimps, laughing with some pimps
Chopping game, while my diamond's swinging
Banking off my gold chain

(Butch Cassidy)
My time has come
The way it's done
No more being strung
Around just like a bun
My dues are paid
Darkness was paved
Let's go find some shade
Then we've got it made

(Snoop)
Money ain't everything dog, but I tell ya
If I didn't have it, i'd be labelled as a felon
So, as long as I breathe, I achieve
Keep god first in my life, I know that's right
And I prevail, whether I do or don't sell
It ain't about that, it's about giving back
We trying to get our live on, while you jib on
Let a homie get his sang on, instead of his bang on

(Butch Cassidy)
My life's my friends
And it's gonna be here till the end
It brought me a past
Out the hood, so I know it's gonna last
Down by the sea
Is where all the ladies see me
They tried to flash
Be down, but I had to make a dash

(Snoop)
He went from a bucket to a benz, from some change to some ends
From his homies in the pen, to his balling friends
You know, flossy, flossin, bossy, bossin, boss
But I paid the cost

(Butch Cassidy)
I wanna go
As far as I can go
Just not loco though
Japan and even Tokyo

(Xzibit talking)
Yeah broadcasting live to your radiostation
This is Snoop Dogg
You know what I'm saying
Yeah giving a shout out
Mr X-to-the-Z-Xzibit
To all the homeboys on Dogghouse Records
Like this

(Insert)

(Snoop Talking)
187.4fm on your dial
W-Balls

(Butch Cassidy, Snoop Dogg)

( Tray-Dee )
Once upon a time not long ago
4 way befo da dayz I wuz known 2 flow
I wuz showin str8 luv in da beach
Hugz frum da freaks
Even by tha thugz wit da heats
Now it seem da hole damn hood dun switchd up
Used ta put our fists up see hoo lip git bust
Hallain out da set as we sweat at da hutch
Come frum out of bounds mess around git stuck
So tell me wuts up wit dis LBC thang
Homies hatin homies wen we on dis G thang
Now peep game it's about ta be da next centerury
It ain't about life witout da penetentaries
It git ta be a damn shame at times
Knowin we da strongest wen thangs cumbine
Bang da 9 dub an' insane 4 life
West an' North side keep brangin it rite

( hook, Butch Cassidy )
Let's all come 2getha leave that bull alone
I'm tired of playin games man wuts goin on
We all shood luv one anutha put da guns away
An' kick it with each otha on dis luvly thang

( Snoop )
We pushin da real about da LBC
Dirty D, Reeseka, an' Big Skrappy
C-Dogg on da switch 'cause dis is Eastside good
Beach City 2 da fullest wut chall thout dis wuz
I'm hallain at my family Jimmy Brown frum da beach
He told me dat da hood wuz back crackin at peace
So u know me I'ma throw us a feast
Fa all my homeboyz frum da muthaf**kin East
Y'all deserve it I'm swervin in da beema now
I wish all my dead homeboyz kood see me now
I'm driftin thinkin back how it wuz
But all dis muney kan't bring da homies back up
So take it 4 wut it wuz worth
Frum da earth 2 da dirt
We gunna du dis til yo head hurt
My time keeps slippin away
Me an' my niggaz keep chippin away
I rememba wen my nigga Fay wuz lockd away
We used 2 tell him how we dreamd about gittin payd
An' now we takin trips wile we mix alize
An' we du dis in da LBC kinda way

( hook )

( Goldie Loc )
U got me on da muney makin mission
But my moms at da house stedy wishin
That I don't roll out 'cause she know sumthin rong
So I take anutha git frum da bomb
I leave da house ta git wit dis gangsta hits
Doggs an' locs git redy ta manage a grip
Dirty Dale frum insane an' lil Sag frum da dub
Dem both of bruthas I gots ta giv em luv
Now wut dis sound like
Me blastin anyone of my kind foo dat ain't rite
I still repent on evrythang that I did
Let me put my thangs up I gots ta raise me a kid
Baby Goldie gunna hav it jus like Spanky
Let me git my funds rite homie don't playa hate me
Lite it up blaze it up ain't no need fa chokin
Eastside Long Beach foo we West Coast

( hook )