Dat Nigga Daz

[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Heah hah hah!
I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got this ass motherfuckin up
Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker
Steady long, steady long nigga

[Verse One: Snoop]
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)
and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

[Verse Two]
Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
and get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
beeeitch, I'm just

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'
And I'll be

[Chorus]

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

Intro: (Mista Grimm's "Indo Smoke" plays in the background)

Ay ay Jaycee
Sup Aron?
Ain't that Snoop Dogg over there?
That that nigga with that blue coat on?
Yeah
Yeah oh yeah that's that nigga
Nigga roll up on the side of him man
Roll your window down
Man hand me my motherfuckin Glock man gimme another clip
Cuz I'm gonna smoke this fool
Yeah roll the windows down
Yeah, OK there you go
Ay man, you Snoop Dogg?
Snoop?
Huh?
Snoop Doggy Dogg?
Man he's Snoop Dogg
Man fuck that nigga!!
*gun shots*
Nigga man!
Get that nigga man!
Man get up fool man, get up man, don't be tryin to run man
Get up on that fool man, I don't give a fuck
What set you got now? Fuck you nigga!
Yeah nigga, whassup?
Nigga?
Yeah motherfucker
Yeah nigga, one less nigga
Yeah nigga, youse a dead motherfucker now

Verse One:

As I look up at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg
Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin
I stop breathin, damn I see deamons
Dear God, I wonder can ya save me
I can't die Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
"Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better"
How long will I live?
"Eternal life and forever"
And will I be, the G that I was?
"I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes my son"
My eyes are closed

Chorus:

Murder... murder was the case that they gave me
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me

Verse Two:

I'm fresh up out my coma
I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner
It's gonna take a miracle they say
For me to walk again and talk again but anyway
I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet
And everything that nigga said, came to reality
Livin like a baller loc
Havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a Benz, and bought my Boo-Boo a Jag
And now I'm rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad
"Just remember who changed your mind
Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass mine"
Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
Never have a want, never have a need
They say I'm greedy but I still want mo'
Cuz my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord, my soul to keep
If I should die, before I wake
I pray the lord, my soul to take

No more indo, gin and juice
I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know
them niggaz from the other side recognize my face
Cuz it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C
Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
Niggaz stare as I enter the center
They send me to a leval 3 yard, that's where I stay
Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor
Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off
Cuz you can't tell what's next
My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck
And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two
I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo

Chorus 2X

*flatline noise*

Yeah youknowhatI'msayin' muthafuckas in the world tryin' to
Play niggas out these days. Can't fuck around and play no
Niggas out these days niggas is smarter'n a muthafucka man
We gotta make cash. Only thing that's ruling this muthafucka
Right now, this strap, this weed, and this money I got in my pocket
Finna go get mo' money. youknowhatI'msayin' Ha Fuck 'em.

[Verse 1]
I hear some niggas comin' 'round
Talkin' 'bout what the fuck they can do
But the only thing I do is
Realizin' in my crew
Fuck these snitches fuck these bitches
Ain't worth the jail time bro'
You know these streets is a muthafuckin' joke
And that's the way it goes
Playa playa got caught up
Brought up the wrong way
But he say the white man
Fucked me up and got me acting that way
You know the homey who be
Ballin' with the squad (squad)
Little Y.G. trynta practice acting hard
Talkin' 'bout money talkin' 'bout bitches
Talkin' 'bout fancy cars and all that shit
Cocaine a pound of weed
And bitches sucking on his dick
He used to win it to live that way
Ever since them Chronic days
The big homeboy C-style put him on
Nineteenth Street got him on his way
It was cool 'cause he was finally one of us
Someone we can trust later on
Someone we couldn't trust
Niggas got greedy seen us clockin' dough
In this rap game threaten to snitch
If he wadn't rich in a matter of days
Should we kill him or let him starve? (Kill him!)
Make him get real broke (Kill him!)
Hell naw this nigga gotta die right here
We ain't no joke. (hell yeah nigga)
Check it!

[Chorus x3]
Don't try to play me homey
Don't try to play me what (what)
Don't try to play me homey
Who the fuck you think I was? (was)

[Verse 2]
8:30 in this evenin' I cop the sack gettin' me set
Get some Orange getting me on my mind state just at rest
Cruise the neighborhood proudly and I'm throwin' up my set
Dogg Pound Gangsta homeboy and don't you forget
I crack a forty of that Eight fuck St. Ides I love the taste
And my system bumpin' down the street with nothin' but bass
And the homeboys flossin' we tossin' up the scene
Lookin' clean as fuck makin' green
Mashing as a muthafuckin' team
It seems the homies notice me who I am
Goddamn tires hoppin' pullin' up pop on the jam
Niggas started hoping showin' stereo on three chromes
And the situation just went so fast
Daz Dilinger kickin' ass
Steadily movin' making cash
Later on I bounce to the club
Me and my cousin Rico Snoop
Tai cousin Supafly, Big Style, E and Hershey too
Cruisin' up ? like fools don't understand my thang
Come around here homeboy &
You won't see daylight ever again
Come tow me bitch come get me rich
You know my way my game we spit
You down wit this? (you down wit this)
Told ya what told ya twice
Told ya why told ya somethin'
It ain't nothin' but a gangsta party bumpin'
(Snoop over last line)
Dumpin' on niggas after the club
Niggas started trippin'
Niggas start set trippin'
Niggas started Crippin' started Bloodin'
Started doin' whatever that they was doin'
I was blastin' they was blastin'
Dat Nigga Daz was out catching
Those who try to get up and do they thang
Swang bang and I gets my thang
Rat pack niggas try to jack
Niggas try to fuck my game
How the fuck I feel homeboy
Get that Eight and drink some more
Niggas won't stop mashin'
'til we knock down every niggas door

[Chorus x4]

And there you
Straight gangst