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from Nelly - Suit (2004)
HOOO! Hooooooo
Well well well.. yeahhhh [Chorus: R. Isley] There's this girl, AND, I see her every day But she don't know me (she don't know my name) And it ain't all that strange to me Cause I know hers, AND, it won't be long 'til she's convinced that I'm her man The one that's gon' take her away [Nelly] Yo, yo, yo Hey yo it's three in the mornin and the party's still goin Bass still knockin, +Pimp Juice+ still flowin 'Tics in the back, you can smell the chronic blowin I got girls all around, I got my Hef' game goin Baby girl right but her partner got ass Baby girl left but her partner got ass She got 'em stuffed in them boy shorts covered up with lil' hearts Her partner got 'em laced, cut right below the waist You can tell they got taste by they ensemble One like to salsa, the other the mambo Why settle for one when I can have the combo? Why do Cancun when I can go to Cabo? They like to work out, and I ain't talkin Tae*Bo They like fast cars, I ain't talkin Volvos They both are the devil but they like it diablo Don't worry got it covered just listen to Ronald [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Hmm, she say them suckers agitate her, told her I'm a regulator Man I wanna lay down witcha, maybe we can do it later I ain't got no time to waste, another move I got to make Cold thang, she ain't even know my nizzame (damn) I didn't even have to say it, baby wanna stop and play it Rewind that, pop and grind that You'll find that, a woman like yourself can't keep cumin by yourself Get in where you fit in, now enjoy yourself Cute brightskin brownskin take me to the mountain Get you wet like a fountain Then get your counselin, have a seat have a drink have a toke It's a +Doggy Dogg World+, you can have whatever you want ... or whatever you need, all you got to do it follow my lead Take my hand, and roll with me And live it up, with a D-O-double-G, lavishly [Chorus] [Ron Isley] Hey girl, what's yo' fantasy? Can I take you home? I want you here with me Ooh girl you blow my mind, I want to be yo' freak Let me take you there, to that ecstasy, hoo Oooooooooooh ba-by, ba-by Gotta get you home with me tonight Oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhhh, what's your name? What's your name? Gotta get you home with me tonight dear [Chorus w/ ad libs] |
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from Eminem - The Marshall Mathers Lp (2000)
[Dre] Yeah, what up Detroit?
[Snoop] Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn't! Ahhh! They didn't do it again, what-what, what-what? Did you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre? [Dre]Oh, fo' sho'! [Snoop] Uh-uh, naw, ya smell that? This is special right here What-what, what-what-what? Yeah, it's a toast to the boggie baby Uhh, to the boggie-woogie-woogie Yeah, y'all know! What's crackin' Dre? [Dr. Dre] Just le me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shit on Slim's shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) Throw on 'Guilty Concience' at concerts and watch mosh pits 'til motherfuckers know each other unconcious (Watch out now!) Some of these crowds that Slim draws is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and fulla cars Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw +IS+ niggaz from Chrenshaw from Long Beach to South Central Whoa, not these niggaz again These growan-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again You and what army could harm me? D-R-E and Shady, with Doggy from Long Beach Came a long way, to makin' these songs play It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way I got a long uz', and I carry it all day Sometimes it's like a nightmare, just bein' Andre, but I... [Snoop Dogg] Somehow, someway - tell 'em, nigga You know about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg) Now let me cut these niggaz up and show 'em where da fuck I'm comin from I get the party crackin' from the shit that I'll be spittin' son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got about fifty gungs, and I love all of 'em the same - bang bang! Damn baby girl what's your name? I forgot - what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed Hangin' in the club, with my newphew Eminem (What's up Slim?) What up cuz? (What up Snoop?) The Great White American Hope, done hooked up with the King of the motherfuckin' West Coast, bay-bayy! Chorus: Nate Dogg (+Snoop) [Nate] And you don't really wanna fuck, with me Only nigga that I trust, is me Fuck around and make me bust, this heat [Snoop] That's, the devil, they always wanna dance [Xzibit] I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, I'm watchin' you move You're found dead in your garage, with 10 o' clock news coverage Gotta love it, cuz I expose the facade Your little lungs is too small to hotbok with God All jokes aside, some bounce with us Standin' over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough When things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with Puff Bitch, please - you must have a mental disease Assume the position and get back down on your knees - c'mon Chorus 2X [Eminem - impersonating Snoop] Awww naww, big Slim Dogg Eighty pound balls, dick six inch long Back up, in the, heezy BAY-BAY He's Sha-day! [Snoop] He's so cra-zay! [Eminem] Hahaha! Give me the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White pickets outside the Interscope offices every night What if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin' a living off of the world's misery - what in the world gives me the right to say what I like, and walk around filppin' the bird Livin' the urban life, like a white kid from the 'burbs Dreamin' at night of screamin' at mom, schemin' to leave Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me I just want you all to notice me and people to see that somewhere deep down, there's a decent human being in me It just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me is cuz this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean So when you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on TV or heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely it's just me being me, here want me to tone it down? Suck my fuckin' dick, you faggot You happy now? Look here [Eminem - impersonating Snoop] I start some trouble everywhere that I go (that I go) Ask the bouncers in the club cuz they know (cuz they know) I start some shit they throw me out the back do' (the back do') Come back and shoot the club up with a fo'-fo' (a fo'-fo') Chorus 2X [Xzibit] 2001 and forever Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, X to the Z, Nate Dogg C'mon, yeah!! |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Biiiiiiiiiach
What cha wanna do (2x) We're the Legion of Doom (3x) 1472 is the same cut throat and locs and plenty dopes can you cope You can call me Count Chocula I control all the bitches, Chi-Chi control the riches and fly surf the snitches Look up in the sky as the fly My herion wip, clip on hip, now trip on this A bunch of outlaws try to take my town set up shop, run me out, and cut me down And how that safe, when I'm the illa-superhero born and raised on that muthafucking underground Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em try to catch me slip 'em but now you about to be my victim I'm not aquaman but a aqua-boogie I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies And I spin a web any size you can call me to fly I walk walls and this is for all my dogs (WOOF!) I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates the many niggas get in it and try to paper hate It's fly, the rider maine and ri (man, man) I do it like a muthafucking rider And I represent all the time and I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside (eastside) -look out, look out, come out cause here comes the rider man (rider man), nigga I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em the more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em I swerve and collect, serve and protect never hit the streets without the ice on my neck I'm all about partying, hoes, and getting paper they call me Chi-Chi and do it up cape crusader Contact through the frame no mistakes to bank rules back in town and it's on us to shut 'em down now fly what cha wanna do (nigga what) Let's put this shit down my lil' homey Mr. Turner with the murder He got my back you know he put me up on game When they get up, they getting lite up, heat that shit up Enough sed, don't tell it, jus sell it we blowin' in the wind and we gunna ride til' we win young soldier stickin' to it we put the folger It's your turn gone get on up and get the light and don't forget to grab your strap *Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't it's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down and you don't have to worry when we in your town x2 Just a young muthafucker from the street forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock with a glock, pump- pump answer Throw your hands up nigga, yeah death's a callin went from petty deaf bank robber straight to ballin' Stop with us, walk with us as we bust through the doors 40's fallin' like parts in us off in dust steroes got many hoes in, plenty dope plus we fly as fuck Duct tape while room up, toe tag 'em have him feel the strength of a black magnum Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them as shown as them, set kissed like FM Life in 1-4-7 to the deuce, right then I slipped in the bullet-proof suit And swoop down on the bank ruler with the gats waiting for the permission to cancel his ass Handle his ass I love to see his guts and his blood spill and cracked up as I drugged as I rise flying up high with a 45 if a red demon in it from the sky Drop and i put the barrel right between his eyes and said you fuck with the Legion and now you must die We serve and protect all the hustlers and G's from the west to the north, south and back to the east *Repeat (x2) Look up in the sky (in the sky) No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) When we in your town (in your town) Look up in the sky (in the sky) No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) And you won't have to worry when we in your town (in your town....) |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Hello, This is the Operator with a Collect Call from the
LA County jail from Tommy. Will you accept the Charges? Theory of Relativity to fear your Duality a drift back in my memory Searching for something significant deep within of me I wanna travel the world and the 7 seas adventure to the desert with some water and plant a seed kick down some of my energy now i can see things that before i could never see a new dimension filled with knowledge and harmony One brotha to anotha kick back and play a drum Chorus: Rely what lies deep within your mind between you and me look inside and you'll find Rely what lies deep within your mind between you and me let the blind lead the blind Who the Hell Cares where the fuck you come from Who the Hell Cares where the fuck you come from Who the Hell Cares where the fuck you come from Who the Hell Cares where the fuck you come from Make your moves, get ya dibs Nigga fuck them kids talkin' this shit bout you dogg, they don't know how it is thats on the up dogg. you know what? mutha fuck y'all cause i'm the top dogg, big dogg big ball on the block gettin' money, fuckin' hos and rockin' hip-hop Methods of Mayhem with D-O double G-Y and we ride, slidin' to a whole different beat on the street bang bang chitty chitty I'm a crazy nigga from the mad ass long beach City I'm not your neighbour, I'm a gangsta with the flavour and the Ill Behaviour Chorus Cut it direct Chorus |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
POWER TO THE POSITIVE PEOPLE PLEASE PUSH YOUR PANIC BUTTONS STOP THE PRESS ITS THOSE HYPOCRITICAL JUDGIN CONDEMNIN PREACHERS WITH PENS BEHIND THEIR DESK, CONSISTENTLY DROPPING FICTICIOUS LIES LEAVING LIVES A MESS, WE PROTEST AGAINST THEIR NEGATIVE STRESS, TIME TIME TIME TO GET SOME SHITS OFF OUR CHEST, I KNOW THAT VIOLENCE DONT FIX DRAMA, IF YOU WANNA HAVE THAT GOOD KARMA, GO GO ASK YOUR MOMMA. DID YOU UNCOVER YOUR THIRD EYE, YEAH AND UTILIZE MY MENTAL TELEPATHY TO GET THEM AWAY FROM T-LEE AND THE REST POSSIE
CLICK CLICK CAMERA FLASH FREEZE FRAME A TIME FROM THE PAST, IF I HAD A GAT I PROBABLY WOULD BLAST, BUT LIVIN LIFE LIKE THAT LIFE PROBABLY WOULD NOT LAST, CAUSE SOMEBODY SOME DAY MAY DO UNTO YOU AS YOU DID ONTO THEM, LEAVE YOU SIX FEET DEEP IN THE GROUND YOUR LAST TOUR DATE IN A CASKET WITH NO QUADRO SOUND WHO SETS THE STANDARDS WHO SETS THE LINES WHO YOU, OR DO THEY RULE YOUR MINDS. WHO SETS THE STANDARDS WHO SETS THE LINES WHO YOU, OR DO THEY RULE YOUR MINDS. THE SNITCHES THE BITCHES BE TAKIN ADVANTAGES OF THE CHANCES THAT THEY BE GIVIN, CONFIDENTUALITY T-BONE GAVE A BROTHER LOVE AND HE TURNED THAT SHIT INTO 10-G'S, AND KNOW ITS HE WHO SAILS THE SEVEN SEAS LEFT US IN THE STUDIO TRACKIN OUR TRAX KNOW WERE GETTIN FREAKY-O, POPARAZZI GOTTA SATELLITE 24-7 ON MY HOMIE YO, UH-OH WITH A DIRECT LINE THAT GOES DIRECTLY LIVE TO THE TONIGHT SHOW WHERE THEY PREP LIKE CHEFS cuttin and choppin WITH THEir FAKE ASS VOICE O'S, YEAH AND SUPPORTIN A LOW LIFE SUCKA WHO STOLE A VIDEO TAPE OF MY BROTHA AND HIS WIFE WITHOUT THEIR CLOTHES, NOW THEY PACK THAT SHIT IN THE PUBLICS NOSE, BUT IRONICALLY MY FELLOW PEEPS BURN THAT TRASH UP IN OUR SHOWs who sets the standards who sets the lines who keeps feeding us ethnic separation, tax levels n levels of occupation we're all significant parts in this Universal creation who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! SEE WE SICK AND TIRED OF THEY TRICKS WE USIN VOO-DOO ON THE WHOLE RAG MAG CLICK, AND THAT HARD COPY SHIT HERE WE'RE GONNA GIVE EM A REAL TOPIC FOR THE NEW MILLENIUM REAL QUICK. who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Tommy Lee - I dont deny im in the public eye seems like 24/7 being
watched by a spy makes me wonder why they dont live their own livesTheir not news reporters-they're full of bullshit and lies leave them alone their carma will be their demise I can read between the lines they make up shit because theres no shit to find, Im under a microscope directly going to prison if i take a toke people ask me for answers as if I was the pope im my own spiritual leader on this emotional teetor totter my senses are getting hotter Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME? GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK GET THE FUCK BACK BACK Tommy Lee - Now I see whats on the real the public craves drama like a pig that squeals they watched me in court testifyin to a fucked up charge I was drowning myself in my own tears, of my Boys growing up in their early years without their father near ain't noway im gonna dissapear can you hear? Freedom can be taken from you at anytime so you better think twice before you pay the PRICE, pay the PRICE! Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME? GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK GET THE FUCK BACK BACK Chorus - No one can condem! Fitten to go rictor gonna get sicka thats for sure were bumpin up the temperature were blowin up the area, gonna scare ya, were the methods of mayhem no one can condem! Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME? GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK GET THE FUCK BACK BACK Chorus - No one can condem! Chorus - No one can condem! Fitten to go rictor gonna get sicka thats for sure were bumpin up the temperature were blowin up the area, gonna scare ya, were the methods of mayhem! Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME? GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK GET THE FUCK BACK BACK |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
77 MILLION DOLLARS MADE FROM WATCHIN ME CUM UNDER THE SUN ON MY VACATION, "AFTER HOURS ON SPECTRAVISION" SHOOTIN MY JIZZY JIZUM THE WOODY HAS RIZZY RISEN, I AIN'T GETTIN PAID TO ENTERTAIN YOUR BRIDAL SHOWERS, ROCKIN MY PORNO TAPE FOR HOURS AND HOURS, @#$%^&* ARE FEARIN ME IT'S BIGGER THAN RON JEREMY..
Cause IT'S THEM ASS CHEEKS THAT MAKE MY ASS WEAK AND I've BEEN RUNNIN WITH THE BLUEBALLS SINCE LAST WEEK, AND IF YOU ASK ME I'LL BE GLAD TO SPEAK UNTIL WE GET BUTT NAKED AND BREAK IT DOWN WITH NASTY. GET, GET NAKED Cmon baby make it hot GET, GET NAKED Ride the cock til ya hit the spot GET, GET NAKED Cmon baby make it hot Get NAKED DOIN IT DOGGY STYLE...... Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay ..Bow wow yippie yo yippie yay THE LITLE GEISHA HO FROM TOKYO WHO SAID SHE COULD BLOW, TEN DOLLAS LOVE ME LONGTIME IN A LIMO, FOR REALLY Doh, I'M JUST TRYIN TO FLY WITH THE FLOWS FREAK UP SOME HO'S BLOW UP THE SHOWS, MAKE A LITTLE Dough-HO AS IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW, BACK TO THE STRIPCLUB FREAKIN UP SOME HO-HOS SWINGIN MY DINGALING IT AINT NO THaNG. IT'S THose INTERGALACTIC HOS WHO CAME DOWN IN THOSE SPACE PROBES, FINE GREEN HIENAS REPRESENTIN WITH NO CLOTHES MIX MASTER MIKE MIX MASTER MIKE MAKIN THE PUSSY TIGHT NO JIMMY,NO GIMMIE,NO LUST IN THE METHODS OF MAYHEM WE TRUST,SO RIP OFF YOUR CLOTHES AND EXPOSE YOUR BUSTS Cause IT'S THEM ASS CHEEKS THAT MAKE MY ASS WEAK AND I've BEEN RUNNIN WITH THE BLUEBALLS SINCE LAST WEEK, AND IF YOU ASK ME I'LL BE GLAD TO SPEAK UNTIL WE GET BUTT NAKED AND BREAK IT DOWN WITH NASTY. GET,GET NAKED Cmon baby make it hot GET,GET NAKED Ride the cock til ya hit the spot GET,GET NAKED Cmon baby make it hot Get NAKED (lil kim's rap is not included) |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Now im shedin my skin ya gotta listen to me ill tell ya what I
see never believe whatcha read the shit is spreadin like a disease never feel withdrawn time to move on get your groove on say goodbye everything must die solidify and fly to a new level a place where love is unconditional physical and non-denomiational Tommy Lee - Like a snake shed my skin leave my past where i've been...can you feel what I feel to hold on must be killed don't cry over whats been spilled, can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? Kid Rock - See the kid rock bumpin up and down your block with no cares long hair swingin middle fingers in the air people stare n point I hit the joint and laugh - kiss my ass, the past is more than 10 years i've known from a complete unknown to the hot zone, million dollar home and a diamond ring never thougt i'd amount to a damn thing, I'm the man sing like Curtis May mack on ho's like Ruby Ray, its been a long time comin' but you know whats happenin... straight pimpin' im sitting five times platinum Tommy Lee - Like a snake shed my skin leave my past where i've been...can you feel what I feel to hold on must be killed don't cry over whats been spilled, can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? =2x |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Are you tired of hanging out in your
car and getting sweated by the boys in blue? Tired of getting shot by your best friend and not recieving any medical attention cause of lack of insurance? If these are a few problems that plague you and your friends, this november when you go up that ballid box and you see the proposition marked |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Heres some music to crash your car to,
aint no use its to fast to undo CRASH....CRASH, 60 shots of Jack and I feel you, equillibriums off and its pure pandemonium Were going too fast, were going too fast, aint no way this is ever gonna last, were going too fast, were gonna crash I'm just a wreck so what the hell did you expect Cockeyed joyride swervin between the lines, rearview mirror makin me loose my mind, all liquored up and hes back behind the wheel again, got no idea where hes goin' or where hes been Were going too fast, were going too fast, aint no way this is ever gonna last, were going too fast, were gonna crash I'd push my luck so what, I just dont give a fuck GOING TO FAST, GOING TO FAST.. The suns coming up as you start to feel your coming down, god damn give me hope, so i can kiss the ground! Were going too fast, were going too fast, aint no way this is ever gonna last, were going too fast, were gonna crash I'm just a wreck so what the hell did you expect GOING TO FAST, GOING TO FAST.. |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
A seed become a flower, a cocoon becomes
a butterfly winter becomes spring time, and love becomes a child the clowds become the rain the sad becomes the pain inside cryin' becomes a game, yeah, yeah, and smoke becomes the flame, Im a father to my son, yeah, Im a son to my father you cannot dismiss I'm living proof of metamorphosis Tilo - Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin it doesn't matter if your black budohist or asian we all possess the power, concrete like a tower so delicate seed becomes a flower! x2 Tommy Lee - A bot becomes a man, a song becomes a memory of a time in your life, a river becomes an ocean, and life becomes undone. Feelings become emotion, a marriage becomes a devotion for the rest of your life, the bordem becomes the same, and guilt turns into pain..Im a father to my son, yeah, Im a son to my father you cannot dismiss I'm living proof of metamorphosis Tilo - Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin it doesn't matter if your black budohist or asian we all possess the power, concrete like a tower so delicate seed becomes a flower! x2 Tommy Lee - Im a father to my son, yeah, Im a son to my father you cannot dismiss I'm living proof of metamorphosis Tilo - Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin it doesn't matter if your black budohist or asian we all possess the power, concrete like a tower so delicate seed becomes a flower! x2 |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Its a mother fucking method..
Are you ready for the tweekend? Come on baby.. It dont stop.. Come on baby.. FORGET ABOUT REHAB! Gimme More The drugs are so advanced "Why get involved with a rockstar with a troubles history" Are you ready for the tweekend? Come on baby.. "Tommy seemed to know the difference, he just didnt care" FORGET ABOUT REHAB! Wow, this is amazing Give me another one, Gimme more The drugs are so advanced |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
U-GOD - The blade is much colder
slaughter house lava shit boiling Point molten rocky mountain cocky guitar string four star ninja claw to the jaw of course you know the force the War I bring cut sting before I snub nose em cement toes em to death the core scuff em some more then I hose em some more the braveheart slave whirlwind all in the all I might trip, slip or stagger yo but I wont fall Iron body be my hobby, bringin' you bastards bio rhythm fly so now blowin' a gasket shelltoe elbow slow gun ho pro methods of mayhem mantis bury your face in the canvas quick, THE I VANISH. |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
[Snoop]
Yah [Girls In The Background] Snoop, Snoop, Snoop [Snoop] Hell yah mutha f**kin yah what up niggaz and niggets back acha with some of that real s**t and they say you cant keep a top dogg down Woof Bow Wow And im sendin this one out to the uhh gangsters, the ridahs, the ladies, the playas and the macks, Now this is what i want ya'll to do for me, Kick back and blaze one up to this s**t. Ya'll know who the f**k I am, but if ya dont im S, N Double O, P Yes i am im S, N Double O, P child Yes I am im S, N Double O, P Hell yah baby Snoopy Snoopy Sing it girls Say my name b***h |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
DPG, is down with us
X to the Z, is down with us D-R-E, is down with us My nigga Kokane, is down with us Eastside gang is, down with us Niggas talkin s**t, I'm gettin ready to bust I'm number one (one, one, one) With a bullet motherf**kers I got this Henn in my cup And this Buddah got me stuck I'm just trying to compose myself (compose myself) I don't know why I act this way I just wanna be left alone I'm just trying to enjoy myself (enjoy myself) Aww naw (who is it?) It's motherf**kin' Snoop Dogg I live the fast life, where ya keep ya cash tight In broad daylight, walkin' wit ya flashlight Addin' up what ya brought in from last night She mad tight with mad bite (is that right?) Bad lil b***hes on my tizeam (tizeam) Nigga, that's the American drizeam (wha-wha-wha-what) Pussy broke the President (yeah it did) And pussy made a pimp rich (yeah it did) I live like 'em both as I smoke on my dope On my boat...thumbin' through c-notes Now here's a toast to the coast Cuz we doin' it the most (we doin' it the most) Playa playa high costs Uno, dos, I'm bout to get ghost Stackin what ya mackin D-O-double G The s**t ya doin' is so lovely The haters hate cuz they will never be There ain't no limit to this melody (melody) You niggas sippin on that jealousy (jealousy) I pour a tall glass of Hennesey (want some?) Do you wanna have a sip with me? Or would you rather try and trip with me? (trip with me?) Put ya cups on the table and your hands in the air And touch your brim to the side, that's only if you a player And all the ladies in this motherf**ker acting up Don't hurt nobody when you back it up Cuz we came here to have a good time Me and my niggas in the sunshine (sunshine) On 3 wheels with one 9 (ya know) It's time to shine, the world is mine (the world is mine) I never ever dropped a dime (shiiit) Nigga might cop a dime Never hesitate to pop a 9 (bah!) And always come up with the proper line Stick to the script b***h I'm hurtin s**t (hurtin s**t) Let me show you motherf**kers what I'm workin with (what you workin with?) Don't need no water to go with your order And you aint got to smuggle the s**t up over the border Affordable, sportable, unbelievable, feasible, and reasonable We leavin' 'em low Cuz me and my loc, keep big leaves of smoke Gallons of Hennesey and 16 liters of coke He done drank and she done smoked The meters are broke, we put the V to the note I brought the weed to smoke And Dr. Dre, he hooked the beat up, indeed it was dope Stackin what ya mackin D-O-double G The s**t ya doin' is so lovely The haters hate cuz they can never be There ain't no limit to this melody (melody) You niggas sippin on that jealousy (jealousy) I pour a tall glass of Hennesey (Hennesey) Do you wanna have a sip with me? (sip with me?) Or would you rather try and trip with me? (trip with me?) Put ya cups on the table and your hands in the air And touch your brim to the side, that's only if you a player And all the ladies in this motherf**ker acting up Don't hurt nobody when you back it up Cuz we came here to have a good time Me and my niggas in the sunshine (sunshine) On 3 wheels with one 9 (ya know) Yeah I got this Henn in my cup And this Buddah got me stuck I'm just trying to compose myself (compose myself) I don't know why I act this way I just wanna be left alone I'm just trying to enjoy myself (enjoy myself) Shaquille O'Neal, is down with us Look half dead, is down with us My nigga Mel-Man, is down with us And eastside Watts, is down with us The whole crip car, is down with us My niggas on the four yard, I'm givin it up We number one (one, one, one) (Gunshot) With a bullet motherf**kers |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
*S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee D-O-double-giz-ee *Repeat(x2) 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, 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's made for, ain't that what you stayed for? **Who's that dippin' in the Cadillac? Snoop Dogg Smoke till your eyes get cataracts Snoop Dogg You've got a girl lay her on her back Snoop Dogg Millionaire, 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 aint your thang, this my song Move on, we in the club, at the Shark Bar Valet my keys, and park my car No snap shots, cuz I might get popped As I slide by security, givin 'em props First thing I do, when I get in Let me take you back to when I first slid in Grab my gin and, get my woman, put my bib in, no bullshittin We be sippin, in the corner With smoke comin' from up under us like we sittin in the sauna Burnin' up the charts, break a bitch off hard Little mama don't you start **Repeat *S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee D-O-double-giz-ee D-O-double-giz-ee *Repeat(x2) Tick tock, the ice on my watch Slap me 'cross the face around 2 o'clock But the party don't stop till we blow up Now every little nigga 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 He say, she say, I say no way Don't need foreplay, ok, 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 mothafuckin backstreets **Repeat(x2) |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
{*cameras flashing, Snoop interviewing Bill Clinton*}
Yo, hold on hold on hold on hold on Stop the cameras, stop the press stop the press Now Bill, this yo' nigga, Snoop Dogg Now answer me this - did you f**k that b***h or what? That's actually, not the first time that question's been asked; but since, I believe, and I think any person - reasonable person would believe, that that is not covered, in the definition of sexual relations I was given - ahh - I'm not going to answer it except to refer to my statement. I had intimate, contact with her that was inappropriate - I do not believe any of the contacts I had with her violated the definition I was given; therefore I believe I did not, do anything but testify truthfully on these matters. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. Lies, lies, stories and alibis Big Mac in the land of the small fries Everyone lies and tries to get by Some of us drink while most just get high You tryin to cover up the holes in your sneakers You need to put your motherf**kin face to the speakers (ba-bom, ba-bom) And quit tryin to run from it (holla holla at me) and c'mere, you big dummy (dumb ass nigga) Don't you know you can't run from the Dizzogg I'm down with (?)za, the long arm of the lizzaw Y'all, niggaz know what's happening you turn your back again and I'm bound to get it crack-a-lin I'm back again And everybody happy for me - ain't that the truth? That's a motherf**kin lie (f**k that fool) Black folks stick together til we die, hmm That'll be the day.. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. Liar, liar, pants on fire Smoke so much dope they call me Snoopy Pryor (well God damn!) Which way is up I'm tryin to get higher I won't stop puffin til I re-tire My b***hes, my niggaz, they off the wire They love-ly, they love me, call me Sire Movie star b***hes the ones you desire Angela Bassett, Tyra, Mariah, the flyest, the flyer See most b***hes like f**kin with a rider Slider, to the sider, invite her to a gangsta, party, provider {*laughing*} with a lot of meat by-products (mm) And beat the puddy-pot and got up She licked the dick from the top to the bottom {*woo woo woo woo*} (That's a bad b***h!) Then she grabbed me by my nuts, and said "Hmm I got 'em!" What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. Lies, lies, stories and alibis Big Mac in the land of the small fries Everyone lies and tries to get by Some of us drink while most just get high {*KoKane scats and ad libs to the music*} Ah what's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
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? *[K] 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.. [S] I'm a gangsta gangsta Gangsta niggaz do your dance (C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah) Gangsta b***hes 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 (?) cause the b***h ain't never s**t to me and pussy stay sellin, so I never let it get to me The s**t 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 f**k 'em cause they can't see me doe and here we go again The jealousy (?) 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 *Repeat I keep my khakis creased, hat tilted to the East On a b***h 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 motherf**kin 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 *Repeat(x3) |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Let cho' mind not be confused
If you can walk this walk nigga take my shoes New fools, you fools, these fools, all y'all talkin bad about me, and my motherfuckin dawg He ain't trippin, I ain't trippin, but y'all niggaz still dissin To me, some of these suckers'll never get it Full clip and if I miss it I'ma tip it on the Crip and DoggHouse in your mouth, now tell me how you livin Who the villain, you the villain? Nigga Ren is "The Villain" My homey from the C-P-T, cold chillin Now as time flies by I see the game gettin mo' reala as I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it? I always tend to come widdit Gravy train on your brain, nigga come get it I'm too young to retire, I'm havin fun wit it See when you learn what to do with it, I'll be done with it Come with it *Go.. (just go away).. go a-way! [S] Niggaz can't be trusted [K] Just come back another day [S] Niggaz be on bitch shit [K] Just go far, a-way [S] Niggaz get it twisted Just go a-way.. Now she said she don't like a G Well listen here bitch, get the fuck from 'round me You thought you was bout to get a drink on me? I put hands on you bitch like Suga Free I always let a bitch know her boundaries Same with a nigga, I treat him like a flea You claim to be, you aim to be in my spot Motherfucker - you will get popped (BLAOW) Not, knowin who you fuckin wit, niggaz be on bitch shit Nigga we be fuckin quick, nigga we ain't talkin shit When the heat speak, niggaz be on bitch shit Tryin to get somewhere, coverin up they biscuit And then he in the club, all up on my dilznick But when I leave, you niggaz pullin trick shit But it's cool, cause niggaz gonna miss this Cause I'ma keep it all business, what is this? *Repeat I said let yo' mind not be confused If you can walk this walk nigga take my shoes You fools, these fools, new fools, all y'all talkin bad about me, and my motherfuckin dawg He ain't trippin, I ain't trippin, but y'all niggaz still dissin Look here Meech, some of these niggaz'll never get it Full clip and if I miss it I'ma tip it on the Crip and DoggHouse in your mouth, now tell me how you livin Who the villain, you the villain? Nigga Ren is "The Villain" My homey from the C-P-T, cold chillin Now as time fly I see the game gettin mo' reala as I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it? I always tend to come widdit Gravy train on your brain, nigga come get it Too young to retire, I'm havin fun wit it When you learn what to do with it I'll be done with it Come with it *Repeat Yeah I'm bout to go far away So far you might not see me My nigga Meech on the beat We takin over this motherfucker, ha ha! And they thought we fell off Fell all up in your motherfuckin ass Be-ii-ee-ii-itch! KoKane - aww that's funky right there Puttin it back on the map Uhh, let me hear some dawg Ahhh, as we take your mind to a dimension you never thought existed *Repeat |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Real nigga shit..
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock Real nigga shit Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock Real nigga shit.. Here come The Villain again, grab your hoe and get the fuck outta town This nigga shit make the world go round It's that black nigga Ren, duck when I bust Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will, love to cuss You wanna fuck with us? Man, I wouldn't do it Ask this nigga here, his ass, we ran right through it You out actin like yo' shit be tight Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright Get the fuck out my site, I Ren-incarnate Droppin West coast shit in every motherfuckin state Motherfuckin legend, y'all niggaz be knowin You can leave yo' bitch and keep on goin I am Doggy Dogg bitch (beitch) love to hit a switch Never hit a bitch (beitch) love that gangsta shit Can I hear your flow? Can I fuck yo' hoe? Boy you hard on 'em - nigga you ain't know? When you testify, you got to keep it fly A lot of niggaz lie, shit we do or die E'ryday we high, it's like a nine to five I got my nina my |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
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) 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 *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 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 *Repeat(x3) |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
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 |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
In these times, of hate and pain
We need a remedy, to help us through the rain Can't you see, I'm straight O-Gin Old Chief Fuck you niggas, think you can't fuck with me Oh c'mon Now that pimp is gonna jump back Bitch, and fuck that Shit, I'm qualify to knock a hoe no matter where ever I've go Excuse me partner, this is pimpin' little pimpin let you know Break the bitch you say "I will" Separate the bitch but you saying "I will" Damn nigga, shit; since you put it like that I'm about to lay some right now nigga And take them straight to the track (track) I've never let a bitch pimp me Trying to tell me what to do but I'mma stay O.G. Fresh out the pen only 32 days (32 days) And every bitch ? in a multiply ways Now it's a sick world, Why did the little girl walk around with a gold fish in her pocket So she could smell like the big girl And check the one with the fast mouth Just get your money if you have to knock her motherfucking ass out I don't care whatcha do Long you don't fuck with mine (C'mon sing ya'll) You think you can't be touched Niggas disappear all the time Old "Blue Eyes," Dogg Sinatra Make a nigga disappear like Jimmy Hoffa (Where is he?) The glock cocker, ho hopper, show stopper Watch your mouth, watch your mouth I'll put you in a brick in a building And separate you from your children (Daddy) I stay G'd up All the G's from my set ain't never P-C-up (hahaha) If you hit the main line You gonna get stop Paying motherfuckers off cause sucka duck Me and my niggas go heart and pain Puttin paint where it ain't, makin bitch niggas faint It's a clear blue sky there on the Eastside (Eastside) Throw your set up and wave it from (Rolling) side to c-side I'm talking big shit, holdin my dick Banging on you cuz, nigga this crip I got so many tricks up my sleeve (Oh y'all ain't knowin') For you hoes to disbelieve (Hoes in amazement) You wanna bang let's bring it on (Oh Oh) We about thousand niggas strong I don't care whatcha you do (I don't care what the fuck whatcha do) Long you don't fuck with me (As long you don't fuck with mine) You think you can't be touched (Uhhhhh) Niggas disappear all the time No, I don't love you bitch, ou a hoe, I never will (Never will) Can't tell you my feelings cause the pimpin don't feel Bitch, matter fact be gone Fuck around and have your Momma saying "Baby, he wrong!" Talking about he a real pimp Bitch, is jumbo laced with the proper crop of jumbo shrimp Since I'm prepare with my hoe, got it crackin with my hoe Study mackin with my hoe, now I'm stackin with my hoe I pop a bottle of Mo About to model a hoe I'm working them, serving 'em and breaking a ? (You know) Did the weed, man get in Take it too long But when he get it dogg I'm taking us off (Give it up nigga) Niggas know how D-O-double G "does it" Known for making that crip hop music, don't abuse it Just ride to the rhythm of a pimp ass, upper class, cold motherfucker (Humming) Long you don't fuck with mine You think you can't be touched Niggas disappear all the time (Humming) |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Mac Minista in defense of the honorable Snoop Dogg
The anti-player has filed and submitted an "alpha"-davit in the Game Court. With trumped up charges against my client Snoop Dogg, Tha Doggfather - for 227 counts of flexing his G's, popping his P's dotting his I's and crossing his T's. The anti-player has filed and submitted an "alpha"-davit in the Game Court. With trumped up charges against my client Snoop Dogg, Tha Doggfather - for 357 counts of verbal and reckless endangerment from the million dollar mouthpiece; and leaving these super-sap suckers, discombobulated and confused and shook up, like a pair of dice. The anti-player, has filed and submitted an "alpha"-davit in the Game Court. Charging my client Snoop Dogg, Tha Doggfather - for distributing and manufacturing game. Crossing state and county lines, with the intent to pimp the system. Now if you wanna judge Tha Doggfather, bring him before 12 G's and open up his files and you will see, that ever since Snoopy was a pup his tail was straight up - ready to shake rattle and roll and charge from a hoe to a henchman about his pension. So all you jerks with them $11 words comin out of your $2 mouth about a multi-million dollar Crip who's got the mind of a bid'ness man, the heart of a tyrant, and the tongue of a mack - I said, he's a five-star guerilla Crip, with bars and stars while you suckers is lookin for stripes. His game is as sharp as a mosquito's needle; and with this in mind, I'm gonna ask the Game Court to grant a motion, of 995 - grounds, of dismissal. |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Meech
Bow Wow Yeah Dogg House Oh serious I heard that So I didn't know about all that Yeah Keep my industry as much as possible Snoop Dogg Found out, found out On all ya'll niggas Check me out homie Everywhere I go I got niggas and bitches on my dick trying to take my shit Now, I don't really know But I try to keep my head to the skitta Slice my piece of hitta Whatcha hating for? You better get up, get out and get your own, Nigga Pick up the phone and holla at your folks Young locs in the hood, mashing Dogg House Fuck them other fools D-O-double G Kick back, blaze the sack I catch a muthafucking big, Mack Attack We blazing up the dogg It'll hurt you Nothing but purple in my circle To the day we die We don't get money, bitches and high Dogg House Gangsta Crip Right back in your muthafucking ass for the R-2-G, bitch What ya'll wanna do? Seems like niggas wanna talk all night What we gonna do? We ain't gonna say nothing more, we gonna get with ya'll, on side That's how suppose to see So all that straggling in the gate trying to get close to me Ya'll niggas need to stop Trying to flip the hip hop scrip I snap and crackling POP Tell your friends and folks It's a whole new year and situation and I'm still hating hoes Will it ever stop? Look I really don't know but on the up I doubt that, loc Now what about your hood? Man, I'm doing mine they're doing there's So I guess It's all good And, what about your crew? Shit, my crew it's +Tha Eastsidaz+ Fool, I thought u knew Dogg Pound ain't the same? Yeah, them niggas split up and did they own thang and went made their own gang Money is thicker than water? That's fuck up but on the real that's how it is cuz, damn The world just ain't the same? And come to find out this niggas crossing out my muthafucking name So what am I to do? I put it on mind continue to shine Everything fine In G-O-D we trust That's why ya'll suckers can't "Touch us, Touch us" Meech u made the beat And you know when we get together Shit, we like bread and meat We coming with the heat Close your mouth cause Dogg House is definitely turning it out And what about the cop? I pay them and the ones I didn't I slaved them, haha Will it ever stop? It's like asking "Who is it" before a nigga even knock The game is here to stay? And I'm here to change the rules cause I'm a player that loves to play Did you thank the lord today? Think I did and on that note young loc, I'm getting dose Why you tell the truth? Cause I'm hundred twenty proof from the turf to the roof Bigg Snoop |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Ya baby
Ya playa Ya baby That's some real pimp shit right here These bitches is outta line man What's the matter dog you can't control your bitches? Check this out man *I got bitches all in my game that don't even know my name then pump your brakes, you hoes Biotch! You could talk all day behind my back, but wont say shit in my face then pump your brakes, you hoes Biotch! you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, hooo you are sexy, sexy, sexy, you are so sexy you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, hoo hoo you are sexy, sexy, sexy, hmmm Carla, Darla, Charlene and Camina Tereka and Erika, they love to take care of her Real motherfucker from the DPG Keesha, Resha, Tammy and Renesha I appreciate the way y'all skate when the clock hit eight now April and Kate Y'all be doin' too much Running your mouths Fuckin shit up, you gotta get up cus I done had enough Getting sick and tired of the same stuff You told Kamil and she told Karla and she told April and now they all know But I could give a fuck 'cus all y'all my hoes So, all that confronting the real nigga on site today is today, last night was last night As I leaned with my hand on my balls I had to really check these bitches and tell then like this dog *Repeat Nina do this and Tina do that Sabrina, Sakina, nigga them all my hood rats Back in the days when I was on the ??? At an early age man I was on the ??? Non-stop, I beat it up and tell that bitch to get going (They be like hot butter on a breakfast toast) Hollarin' out, poppin' a collar out And talkin' shit on the phone to me at my baby-moma's house (who's she?) Look here bitch do you know who the fuck I am You better read your motherfuckin' first telegram you remind me of this bitch that used to work for me Had to cut the bitch up 'cus she tried to get too close to me And tried to confront me at a club one night Fuckin' with her friend, a fake bitch (Is that right?) But you know I had to stop and appause And I put my hand on my balls and said ??? what's up dog *Repeat I got my own spot and I got my own keys So can't no bitch talk shit to me Like Kiki did me, bitch changed the locks And kicked me up outta spot I learned a lesson, I wasn't guessin' or stressin' I got another bitch and she was at the ??? home She said she needed a companion Shit I needed a chaperone plus a new home Snap, crack, it's on But in no time at all seems she fell in love But i wasn't ready for that Topcat had to scat I hit her friend from the back While she was at work workin' I was jerkin' that skirt And fuckin with all her friends that was flirtin' And when she found out she told me that that shit hurt (boo-hoo) A week later she fell in love with my homeboy Kurt Bitch you a'int shit but dirt for dirt (biotch!) *Repeat(x2) This is a sexy bitch |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Keep it shaking, Cali keep it quaking
Cause the Ryders got me bringin home the bacon Show me love, and it wasn't no mistakin that I would dedicate this melody - fuck the hatin *I had to tell my girl to pack her shit cause she slipped and dipped inside I need a girl that's ready to ride to keep the heater right by her side Aiyyo, so what the deal Dogg, tell me, keep it real Dogg Niggaz seem stressed to the brain, how you feel dogg? Nigga I'ma ride, set it up, let it spill Dogg Anything you want, I can flip, got the skill Dogg Baby girl you so so-phisticated Finance related, you graduated to the next level in the game, wearin my name Bad little brickhouse, go and do that thang Yo - niggaz surprised when they open they eyes Thick in the thighs wasn't part of they plan Not just his bitch, I'm like his main man Act shifty - your resistance gone swiftly Bitches mad at a nigga, askin why he kissed me Stop whinin, just to cry and get the mackin daddy I don't like it when the angry chick is actin crabby That's why he bagged me Ghetto jewel, never loud and trashy No stressin over chicks - problem? Bet I solve it fastly *Repeat(x2) We gangbang on these niggaz like we 'posed to do and I'll be damned if I let a bitch get close to you We posted Boo - you, my, one and only Quick to dump before the homies Remember when that phony nigga ran up on me at the club? You filled him up with slugs, that's what I call love All that pushin and shovin, kissin and huggin Thuggin, dig it, dug-in I'm lovin every minute of it Boo The way you stay true, and always kept your cool You kept the heater right by your thigh And when the shit got hectic you was ready to ride You didn't run out, when I pulled the gun out That's what I'm talkin bout, no doubt Ruff Rydin, Eastsidin, to the realest y'know D-O-double-Gizze, you know how we get busy Aiyyo, how could I leave a real nigga? A real nigga's all I need Fake bitches try to take my place, fall to they knees Don't violate, see my man, he don't like no scrapes And if I heard you was frontin I hope on the case Wild one? Maybe, but I'ma protect my baby Test me fool and by the end you gon' think I'm crazy That's how I do for my Dogg, keep my (?) strong Both sides relied on the shit, nigga sing the song *Repeat(x2) Yeah.. hahah, E-V-E! D-O-double-Gizze! Y'know! Ruff Rydin, Eastsidin! Foe life, ahh! Yeah.. And you thought it'd never happen Fuck the haters, bow wow! Woof.. woof.. woof.. woof.. {*Dogg panting*} BEOTCH! It's official now, yeah We gon' Ruff Ryde up on out of here on this one Eastside up Eastsidaz Goldie Loc in the house Lil' 1/2 Dead DJ Jam, my nigga E, Davey Dave, uhh, misbehave Give it to 'em Dogg Whattup DMX? WOOF! Master P? UNNNGHH! Dr. Dre {*chronic inhaled sound*} My nephew Scott on the beat Illy Philly-delphia {*sounding like a P-Funkster*} Awwwwwww, yeah babyyy! It's another one, funky as they come Evey Eve and Doggy Dogg Bitch please, awwww! |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
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..) |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
I am Sir Dogg, DPG fuck... and I hate water.
I never learned to swim.... AAAAH! PUT ME DOWN!!!! Let go of my leg!!! I HATE WATER!!!! I CAN'T SWIM!!!! AAAAH!!!!! Now matter where I go, you got'cha eyes on me, And everybody sittin' around waitin' on me, Show us how you do it Uncle Snoopy, So fluid wit' your technique, y'all niggaz gon' respect me, Man, I been doin' dis' shit before I even learned how to crawl though, Gettin' interviewed by mothafuckaz like Geraldo, And niggaz wanna know if I smoke Newports or Marlboros? Man, I'm fuckin' wit' dat real shit, nigga can you feel dis'? I make dat shit for the realest of millions, While I'm wheelin' and dealin' and feelin the feelin', Hmm... and oh what a relief it is, That Snoop is back in dis mothafucka handlin' his biz, Takin' care of his kids and makin' hits, oh shit, There it is again, you never know if your career might flop, fizz So, stay on your toes and keep a pair wit'cha foes, And keep a set of new hoes and floatin' and tie da bow, Fuck these niggaz and peep out Whitey Ro (?), Somebody told? Well then, somebody gettin' rolled on, And that's usually how the scenario rolls on, Baby girl said she wanna keep her clothes on, She either fuckin' gettin' stole on or gotta stroll home, Well number one, keep your hand on your gun, And don't (don't) trust (trust) anyone (anyone, one, one.....) Ohh... you can't trust nobody baby.... you can't even trust your own Mama!!! This is Snoopy Collins.... trust no one.... especially a bitch.... Or even a bitch-ass nigga.... Yo Ha!!!! T-R-U-S-T in me, I'm sexy but I'm pussy, The homies in the hood call me Lil' Bo Peep, And you da type a nigga I been dyin' ta meet, So Snoopy, what'chu tryin' to do? Now hold on lil' mama, ain't no reason for me to lie to you, Now what I'm tryin' to do, and what I'm gon' do, Is hit this bud, I got a wife at home, Bitch I ain't lookin' for none, you might got kids for cuz, or down wit' bud Pushin' them dubs, look here cuz, Lemme tell you how it's gon' be If I was broke loc, these bitches wouldn't want me I'm tellin' you the good-god truth, you want proof? Ask them hoes over there, "Y'all wanna fuck Snoop?" (yeah!) We'll take the money and the game away, I bet they won't say the same that day, But it's okay, cuz I don't trip, Cuz "Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks", I thought I told you, bitch I'm a soulja, East side, long beach, gang-bang roller, From the solar, cuz this, is it, Can ya dig it? (I can dig it!!!) Jelly Roll pulled a rabbit out his hat, I pull a strap out my mothafuckin' back (Aaah!), cuz I know it's like dat, I'm in a meetin' wit' these white folks talkin' bread, They want a contract on a nigga till' I'm dead, If I don't sign they gon' turn me over to the feds, They struck me out, now I'm pinch-hittin' for the Reds, But I'm a Dodger blue, so I gotta keep it true, I gotta home-run, nigga we long gone, I'm realizin', justizin', visualizin', Rip-ridin', put mines in, Takin' this game to the next level, Trustin' no one, especially them Red Devils, Keep ya head level, hand on my get-up, Stay on the red-up, pimpin' ain't easy, but there's a whole lot of fed-up, And like I told you from the get-go, don't trust no one (no one, no one), And like I told you from the getti, don't trust no one... OH NO!!! YOU DID IT AGAIN!!!! PUT ME DOWN!!!! I HATE WATER, I CAN'T SWIM!!!! I NEVER LEARNED TO SWIM!!!! I SHOULDN'T HAVE TRUSTED YOU!!!! I PUT ALL OF MY TRUST IN YOU!!!! AND YOU TOOK ME TO THE WATER..... OH NO!!!! |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Yo.. uh-huh
I'ma try somethin different on this right here but I know y'all gon' feel it cause I know y'all feel me It's some real shit right here, y'knahmsayin? I ain't never did it like this before Check this out.. I'm the kind of G that everybody knows But I'm so low-key, when it comes to hoes I never break the rules and that's just how it goes All my friends and foes - know that's just how it goes I can flip the script but I chose not to this time There's so much to say with so little time, but I like it (Yes I like it) I'm gon' dip dive socialize and get high I wish my people had, other ways I'm thankful, that a brother's paid (that a brother's paid) But how can I be happy? My hair is still nappy I miss my grandpappy I wanna do right but the world is wrong That's why I'm singin this song *I'm tryin to stack a dollar pop my collar while I'm singin my song Y'all niggaz better leave me alone (I think you better leave me alone) I think y'all betta leave me alone (I think you better leave me alone) I'm tryin to stack a dollar pop my collar while I'm singin my song You bitches better leave me alone (I think you better leave me alone) I think y'all betta leave me alone (I think you better leave me alone) There's so much goin on out there in the world today All these - ladies, players, gangsters, and suckers I get caught up sometimes, some of the people I hang with they turn out to be snitches, bitches, yeah they switches But you know like I know I can't stop doin, what I got to do I'ma keep doin what I got to (I'ma keep doin) y'know! Everywhere I go, the game is the same People lookin at me want me to say somethin want me to do somethin, but I don't know nuttin If I ain't gettin paid, I can't drop no rhymes I can't do nothin for you no mo', I ain't got that kinda time and they know.. *Repeat I try to be to myself, and try to stay.. away from the world But the world just keeps runnin after me (runnin after me) I try to shield myself away from all the wickedness but somehow, the wickedness is in my circle - what am I to do? I try to ask God to help me get through this what am I to do to this? Just do this, let's do this So I, continue to mash, day by day (day by day) I continue to play, play by play And I con-tinue to spit my manuscript (spit it) and say what I want to say (say it) And I do it to ya ev-ery-day *Repeat Leave me alone, I think you better leave me alone Leave me alone, leave me alone - better leave me alone If it don't pay you wrong, leave me alone I think you better leave me alone, leave me alone Leave me alonnnne, leave me alonnnne If it don't pay you wrong.. |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
[Mean Green] What's up y'all? It's the Mean-ster Green-ster THIS should be played in residential neighborhoods clubs, cars, at high volume Get (?) wodies, at high volume [Master P - over Mean Green] UNNNNNGHHH! Where all my No Limit Soldiers at? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? Where y'all at? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Throw 'em up, throw 'em up, throw 'em up) WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up) [Chorus 2X: Master P] I'm a Down South nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a West coast nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a East coast nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a Midwest nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Master P] Rented gat in his ride, wodie throw 'em up high We some No Limit Soldiers 'til the day that we die And everybody in my click be rowdy (UNNNNGHHH) (?) boot up, or shut up, or get routed! I'm from the streets and I hang with killers I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers Wodie respect my hood, screamin C-P-3 Nigga and Magic and Snoop, over there with me Cause I'm a Uptown nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ If we got problems we gon' bust them triggers Throw them thangs boy, like Sugar Shane Mosley Shake them haters, cause y'all can't hold me [Chorus] [Mr. Magic] Get bucked up, nigga tear da club up If you ain't bout gettin rowdy then back the FUCK UP Y'all, know when I'm comin you hear the chopper go BLAKA BLAKA I came to tear the ROOF off this motherfucker The hyper y'all get the harder I spit (WHOOO!) And won't stop until they start a fight in this bitch! When I touch the mic I set the bitch on fire Who say they harder? They a motherfuckin LIAR! I touch the stage the crowd go crazy (AHHH!) The Devil raised me, you motherfuckers can't fade me Mr. 9th Ward, better respect this I keep my head in the air because I know I'm the shit! [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] B-O-U-T bout it (bout it) Tear this motherfuckin club up, nigga get rowdy Big Snoop D-O-double-G in this sonuvabitch (beitch) Gotcha runnin cause I'm comin with that South shit Close your mouth BITCH, DoggHouse BITCH Whatchu thought motherfucker? We gon' stay rich Well, the sayin goes, we slangin hoes while y'all be payin hoes, we G'd up and we pushin these pony-ups And the heat goes where the homie goes and the homie knows No Limit and DoggHouse keep it crack-a-lackin Mackin actin, rip-rackin, gun clappin and chip stackin [Chorus] - 1/2 [Magic] Back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [M.P.] I'm a 3rd Ward nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Magic] I'm a 9th Ward nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Snoop] I'm a Long Beach nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [M.P.] I'm a No Limit nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Master P] Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Now which one of y'all motherfuckers (??) BACK THE FUCK UP!! Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Fuck the world nigga, haha (BEOTCH) We back wodie! No Limit! Snoop! (WOOF WOOF) P! And Magic So what I want y'all to do right now BOUNCE! (Shake them haters shake them haters shake them haters off) Motherfucker [Snoop] Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off [Master P] Yo Snoop, it's your country uncle Master P man The black Tony Montana, I wanna tell you Thank you for ery'thing you did for No Limit We won the fuckin war together We can do what we wanna do after this It ain't No Limit Snoop, you been good to me Now it's time for me to be good to you I'm bout to give you your own blocks wodie You do what you wanna do Bring 'em in, we get the kilos from the South to the West We ship 'em, give it to the world Sell it to the fuckin record stores! Tell the fuckin haters to shut up! Cause it still ain't No Limit I know they thought this was "Tha Last Meal" but they don't realize it ain't the last deal Snoopy It's me and you baby, let's toast to success! DoggHouse, No Limit, to the fuckin world man! "Last Meal" on that puta, you fuckin cockroaches! |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
{*fades in*} .. {y'all gone miss me}
Yeah y'all gone miss me {*harmonizing*} Never miss what you had 'til it's gone Yeah, y'all gone miss me {y'all gone miss me} Yeah, y'all gone miss me Hmm, who that nigga that brought you that gangsta shit befo' you motherfuckers was even ready for it? Showed you how to tie a flag on your head and represent your motherfuckin set 'til you're dead Bust on the cops while I cuss the Feds Roll a joint, in the bathtub gettin head Put the G in the P, flipped the G to a ki Put the West coast back on the map bay-bee Check my styles, check my files I've been gangbangin since I was a juvenile They cut me loose in nine-deuce I swore to tell the whole truth Keep it gangbang 100 proof E'rybody say, "Ay Snoop" - did Death Row pay me? Look here young loc, shit it's all to the gravy I really can't trip off the past, on the real I had a blast Tupac, rest in peace and God bless all my enemies *Rain-drops, falling on my head Fuckin with them haters, messin with my bread Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head Fuckin with them haters, sleepin in my bed Ain't No Limit to this shit, ain't no gimmick Master P good lookin out homeboy, salute my Lieutenant (at ease) I'm in it knee deep and can't creep no more I had to move down South on the low-low, fo' sho' doe Dippin through the woods with Fiend, Magic, Pokey Mystikal, V-90, C, Boz and P (ya heard me?) Windows on tint, ridin like the President It's evident, shit I'm doin good (yeah) I moved out the hood like I should (say what?) And then they had the nerve to call me Hollywood (nigga what?) But I don't give a fuck, if I'm misunderstood 20 Crip don't slip, yeah it's all to the good Yeah the homies got twist too, whatchu say? Oh the homies might get me? They'll get you Listen here, don't try it, and don't deny it And don't pay 'em no mind Dogg, man I'm tryin *Repeat Just when you thought I was gone, I'm back on Knick-knack-paddy-wack give the Dogg a home with a gang of pitbulls, rottweilers and doberman pinschers Bonafied killers The illest, cap peelers, that you ever wanna meet Straight up out the ghetto where they pack the heavy metal I got my hand on the wheel, my foot on the gas pedal I'm drivin DoggHouse to the next level (woof) and buckin two shots at the devil Run up on his ass, and blast, like a rebel Turn up the treble cause I hit you with the bass Remember my name and remember my face Remember these words, and remember the taste And remember, we all gotta leave this place I'm tryin to stay focused, I'm the loc'est in the game The Rap Prime Minister, "Mr. G Thang" Rain-drops, fallin on my head Fuckin with the wrong folks, messin with my spread Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head Messin with my ba-by, who's sleepin in my bed {*harmonizing to fade with interjections of "y'all gone miss me"*} |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
Slow down cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby, slow down baby) It's wicked in these streets Slow down, cause I can't take the heat, slow down (Ohhhhhhhhh, slow down) It's wicked in these streets Life ain't nothing but a big old twist A lot of times when I'm smoking I'm doing that just to reminisce It's funny, on how shit be A lot of money, make y'all wanna come get me But look here, I work hard for all the things I got And to hang with a nigga's just an intricate plot You smoke my weed, you try to bang my hoes And talk bad about a nigga, behind closed doors But look here dog, a hoe once told me loc Bite the hand that feeds you, and you'll wind up broke Bitch niggas don't deserve to kick it with rich niggas Nigga we seven figure niggas And we bigger than the biggest hip hop niggas in rap And when we get to spittin' make sure y'all step back You with that? Cause if you ain't clown, We from the D-O double G, we groupie true, and slow down Slow down (slow down now) cause I can't take the heat, slow down (I can't take the heat, I can't take the heat) It's wicked in these streets Slow down, cause I can't take the heat, slow down (Ohhhhhhhhhh, slow down) It's wicked in these streets Ayyo Snoop (I used to) I used to cook up dope, ride with niggas Know about the hits, hang with killas Take the broads down for the jailhouse visits Keep my bed warm with a cutthroat nigga Have the card parties where the stakes was high Go shopping hit the club and then ???????????? Never had a day without no drama Half the OG's age, but they call me Mama Had the ganja overstuffed in the hefty bag Orange peels to kill the smell slanging with my dad I never thought about my life I swear y'all, for real Until my best friend Jill got killed and then I Dropped to my knees and called to the Lord Please change my ways cause I'm living too hard And too foul, how I'm gon' raise a child When I'm out here buck wild, damn, I had to slow down Slow down (slow down), cause I can't take the heat, slow down (Slow down baby) It's wicked in these streets (Slow down baby) Slow down, cause I can't take the heat, slow down (Slow down, slow down) It's wicked in these streets Yeah, I slow my roll down to a pimp strut And started putting all this game on records for my come up From sun up to sun down, I'm trying to get my money Hata's ain't gon' stop me cause hatas can't run me It's funny when a bitch was livin' foul Every body seemed glad, but now they ????? Cause I'm flossing, boss ballin' guilt free And Feds can't take shit from me, so slow down I got niggas shot niggas drop niggas for fun I ????? from these shoulders, I don't need no gun But it's the nineties, and niggas don't bump by the end of the round The clown bound to dump, young chump You don't wanna get caught up in my mix Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers, bitch We don't neva eva, talk no shit Unless we mack that shit up, nigga you get lit Slow your roll tuck your heat and watch the hatas Slow down (slow down), cause I can't take the heat, slow down (I can't take the heat) It's wicked in these streets (It's wicked in the street) Slow down, (I can't take the heat no more) cause I can't take the heat Slow down (I can't take it) it's wicked in these streets Slow down (slow down) cause I can't take the heat (Slow down) Slow down Slow your roll tuck your heat and watch the hatas Slow down slow down Slow your roll tuck your heat and watch the hatas |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
Ahh-haaa
Get your motherfuckin' glass, cus it's a blast from the past You didn't think would touch it two times nigga Gin and Juice up in this bitch, yahhh Some of that Beats By the Pound flavor, you feel me (you heard me) Get your ice, get your cups, Cus we about to get fucked up in here Yah (yah), Straight up, Uhmm (uhmm), Yah (yah) I'm still smokin', driftin', swifta than a mothafucka Twisted off a cup of that 'ole ignat juice Heated in the seat cup fulla drank Beatin' up the block in the dark blue tank Bullet proof vest on my chest for the cause Diggin' in my draws for dem muthafuckin' laws Harrassin' a nigga, blastin' a nigga I ain't seen shit, so why you askin' nigga To fucked up off that G-I and juice, C-I get loose, nigga what chall wanna do I got a crew, but I choose to roll solo Especially on Sundays dippin' in my low-low ??? Spot for the glock, I ain't fuckin' with the hen dogg So toss out the ??? Put my shit on three wheels for thrills I hit a corner and make sure my drink don't spill, that's real *Rollin down the street, with heat Drankin', ???, Sittin' on D's Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies (X2) Now trip dis', I'm on Interstate 10 fuckin' with this Creole She said she knows NINO, now stop me loc Cup of that Gin and Juice, I blank a bitch out Then turn the bitch out, look here There ain't no need for you to be wastin' my time See I picked you up, now I'm gunna stick you up, And dick you up! Give you what you need, then bring you back down to reality With that California weed, she seemed trouble at first And then it got worse, cus now I got my hand up and down her mini- skirt Twerkin' that shit while riddin' up the highway Doin' it my way, hella highway, the fly way Swervin' in another lane, tryin' to maintain And baby girl steady takin' dick to the brain Now it ain't no thing, cus she swallowed it up Then she wanted to take a puff, I said "Look here bitch you've had enough" *Repeat (x2) Somebody say, I wanna get fucked up (Say What, Say What) Come on, Now Everybody say, I wanna get fucked up (What Chew Say, What Chew Say) YAH I'm hopped by the ice cream shop, The cops saw me, stopped me, heard me Were's Serv-D, well serve me, since you got that big bad ass dangle Nigga you know I'm know for havin' that big ass bank Tryin' to find all your dope, cus your a smoker I'll find that indo weed even when I'm on the East Coast Cus times gettin' hard on the boulevard, but I refuse to loose ?!?!?! Lil' Jimmy's sent me something, I need to cop something Got Some (Got Some), I know you got some Nigga stop frontin', get at your boy Hook it up like Master P (Ughh) Would it be a tragedy to fill me the best weed *Repeat (x2) |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
Yo whats up P
Yeah man these niggas think that I done fell off man Think my shit done got weak I guess Shit nigga I been hustlin' grindin' like a motherfucka I aint went nowhere knowwhatImean? Shit guess I got to let these niggas know who I am What I stand for and what I'm about huh You feel me check this out BITCH!! *whats my motherfucking name Snoop Dogg What I like to do you like to hustle and ball *Repeat (x3) I get up early in the mourning and begin my mission Brush my teeth then I creeps to the kitchen Cook some bacon and eggs and put some braids in my head Stash this pound, put the shit down then I head To the spot thats hot, fuck a fed I gotta clock this knot ya heard what I said Im taking penitentiary chances, dancin with the devil Im in it to win it for No Limit nigga next level A whole lot of y'all niggas out there walk around dead here take this shovel Dig your own grave, your pushin on them pebbles Stand out there on that corner long enough and watch what happen Quit yappin about what you aint got and get crackin now thats what happenin Aint no body give me shit I took it Nigga stright now but I started off croocked Now look at all the shit I been through and I'm 'fen to Get what I gotta get cause I'm just stright down for this shit Now *Repeat (x4) They say money is the key to end all your woes Thats probably why I love it and cant stand them hoes I chop trees with G's and take trips over seas And pack a nine all the time and thats for all my enimies What y'all thought, I cant get cought It aint my mothfucking fault they call mister seasonig salt I'm bringing Gangsta shit to this No Limit click I'm way down south in a house and I'm bangin this shit I got gold around my neck that will never ever fade Rolex watch on my wrist nigga getting paid Thats all I live fo , you dig it Game is to be sold not to be told thats what my nigga P said can you feel it What y'all niggas knockin me fo and watching me fo While your bitch jocking me and clocking this doe Boy that sound like the old Snoop Dogg, shit I'm trying to get paid Papered up and trying to ball y'all feel me Avoiding the snitches and the and the bitches too And the fake ass snake ass niggas which is you nigga fuck you I buck you you I stick you I stuck you I love making that music that y'all niggas say y'all drugs to *Repeat Bow-wow Game reconize game Now you know how a gangsta gangsta You how a hustler hustle And you know how a baller balls Thats what you get when you fucking with Snoop Dogg Stright up '98 No Limit records You feel me thats real ha ha yeah Hustle & Ball Thats all we do All the real hustlers out there gone and give it up Yeah get your money money get your money Keep your heat get your money money |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
[Snoop and some girl are in a bathtub]
Uhh, that felt good Does it baby? Yeah, rub my back for me Where do you want me to rub it baby? Right here OK Ohh Turn around Aight, check it out though Why don't you put me on some music? What you wanna hear baby? Put me on some of that old gangsta shit Aight *ding dong* *needle scratching* Damn! the fuck is that, everytime i'm chillin someone ringing my motherfuckin doorbell You want me to get that for you? Yeah, handle that shit for me Aight, i'll be right back What the fuck? [diffrent voices say thigs to snoop] Hey Snoop! Yo, what's up Snoop Dogg?! Hey, hey, hey Snoop, what's goin on? What's up G-Dogg? Ohh nuttin, tryin to live between this guy I met tonight to have some dirt no way man Right right That nigga fucked about right about now Dogg I'm about ready to get up out this damn I'm ready to get his shit up man With motherfuckin law after me Punk ass bitches, sucka ass niggaz I can't take this shit no more dogg What?! Man you wanna get out the game, come on man You can, smoke a pound of bud everyday You got a big screen TV, man, you wanna give all this up? You got the dopest shit out on the streets Nigga, is you crazy? That's the American Dream nigga Well ain't it? Fool, you better come on in Wait wait wait wait hold up Snoop Hey nigga, I put five dollars on the weed You better quit fuckin with me [Dre] It's time to get busy in this motherfucker... Like we always do about this time |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
[Intro]
Yeah.... This is another story about dogs For the dog that don't pee on trees, is a bitch So says Snoop Dogg, get your pooper scooper cause the nigga's talkin shit Aroof! *echoes* [Verse One: The Lady of Rage] I'm sippin on Tanqueray with my my mind on my money and my mouth fulla gan-jay R-A-G to the motherfuckin E Back with my nigga S-N double O-P [Dre] Yeah, and ya don't stop Rage in effect I just begun to rock [Dre] I said yeah, and you don't quit [Snoop] Hey yo Rage would you please drop some gangsta shit I rock ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs Handcuffed as I bust bout to tear shit up Oh what did ya think I, didn't ever think I Would be the one to make you blink eye, I'm catchy like pink-eye Never will there ever be another like me Um you can play the left, cause it ain't no right in me Out the picture out the frame out the box I knock 'em all Smack 'em out the park, like "A Friendly Game of Baseball" Grand, slam, yes I am Kickin up dust and I don't give a god DAMN Cause I'm that lyrical murderer Pleadin guilty, you know from my skills I'm about to be Filthy large, Rage in charge You know +What's Happenin+ don't try to play large this ain't no +Rerun+, see hon, don't ya wanna be one How-evah, Rage'll wreck ya, cause I'm def I kick my vocals, I loc' yo, coast to coast or local Uhhh! I'll make 'em go coo-coo for my Cocoa puffin stuff, aiyyo Snoop, you're up Let these niggaz know that niggaz don't give a fuck! [Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg] This is just a small introduction to the G Funk Era Everyday of my life I take a glimpse in the mirror And I see motherfuckers tryin to be like me Every since I put it down with the D-R-E [Outro] Foamin at the mouth and waggin his tail Searchin through the yards with a keen sense of smell Lookin for the business in heat And when he find it he'll be sniffin her seat We travel in packs and we do it from the back How else can you get to the booty? We do it Doggystyle, all the while we do it Doggystyle Yo motherfuckin hoes!!! He fucked the fleas off a bitch He shaked the ticks off his dick And in the booty, he buries his motherfuckin bone And if there's any left over He'll roll over and take a doggy bag home Damn, that Tanqueray is talkin to a nigga I ain't bullshittin, one of y'all niggaz gotta get it Man I got ta piss Breath test? |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
[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] |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
*radio static*
That was the Dogg Pound here right on W-Balls 187.4 on your FM dial You're tuned in to the biggest balls of them all DJ Suk T Nutts Aiy, don't forget about my homeboy Eazy Dick in the jackoff hour That's happening at twelve o'clock tonight Right now we got some Snoop Doggy Dogg for that ass This one is called Tha Shiznit You're about to go downtown bitch Right here on the station that plays only platinum hits That's 187.4 on your FM dial If you're lickin that's, W-Balls *static* Everybody's got to hear the shit, on W-Balls, W-Balls, W-Balls |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
Verse One:
Poppin, stoppin, hoppin like a rabbit When I take the nina Ross ya know I gota ta have it I lay back in the cut retain myself Think about the shit, and I'm thinkin wealth How can I makes my grip And how should I make that nigga straight slip Set trip, gotta get him for his grip as i dip around the corner, now i'm on a-nother mission, wishin, upon a star Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar In the back of the limo no demo, this is the real Breakin niggaz down like Evander Holyfield, chill to the next Episode I make money, and I really don't love hoes Tell ya the truth, I swoop in the Coupe I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops But now I, make, hits, every single day With, that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot It's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop Verse Two: Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is Snoop Dogg on the mic i'm about as crazy as Biz Markie, spark the, chronic bud real quick And let me get into some fly gangsta shit Yeah, I lay back, stay back in the cut Niggaz try to play the D-O-G like a mutt I got a little message, don't try to see Snoop I'm fin to fuck a bitch, what's her name it's Luke You tried to see me, on the TV, youse a B.G. D-O-double-G, yes I'ma O.G. You can't see my homey Dr. Dre So what the fuck a nigga like you gotta say Gotta take a trip to the MIA And serve your ass with a motherfuckin AK You, can't, see, the D-O-double-G, cuz that be me i'm servin um, swervin in the Coupe The Lexus, flexes, from Long Beach to Texas Sexist, hoes, they wanna get witht his Cuz Snoop Dogg is the shit, beeeitch! Verse Three: Ahhhh, I'm somewhat brain boggled So I look to the microphone and slowly start to wobble Grab it, have it, stick it to the plug It's Snoop, Doggy, I got a got a fat dub Sack of the chronic in my back pocket loc Need myself a lighter so I can't take a smoke I toke everyday, I loc everyday With the P-O-U-N-D and my nigga Dr. Dre Lay back in the cut, like I told your ass Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast I got a little cousin by the name of Daz And bitches who fuck him, gimme the ass Cuz they know about the shit that we be goin through And they know about the shit that I be puttin up And they be knowin bout the shit I do when I'm on the mic Cause Snoop Dogg is Trump tight like a virgin, the surgeon Is Dr. Drizzay, so lizzay, and plizzay With D-O-double-Gizzay the fly human being seein No I'm not European bein all I can When I put the motherfuckin mic in my hand, and You don't understand when i'm kickin Cuz Snoop is on the mic and I gets wicked, follow me Listen to me, cuz I do you like you wanna be done Snoop Doggy Dogg on this three two one, umm Dum, diddy-dum here I come With the gat and the guitar was strung, I'm not that lunatic nigga who you thought I was When I caught you slippin, I'm gon catch you then I peel your cap Snapped back, relax Ya better not be slippin with them deez on the '83 Cadillac So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G's up hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick
For those who don't like it, eat a dick But for those who with me, sing that shit As it go a little something like this La Di Da Di, we likes to party We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody We're, just some niggaz who're on the mic And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic [right] For all my Doggs keepin y'all in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself Cuz it's cool when ya cause a cozy conditionin Which we create, cuz that's our mission So listen close, to what we say Because this types of shit happens every-day I woke up around 10 o'clock in the mornin I gave myself a strech up, a mornin yawn and went to the bathroom to wash up I threw some soap on my face and put my hands up on a cup and said um "Mirror mirror, on, the wall Who is the top Dogg of them all?" There was a rubble dubble, five minutes it lasted The mirror said, "You are you conceited bastard" Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef So I slipped off my khakis and my gold leaf Used Oil of Olay, cuz my skin gets pale And then I got the file, for my fingernails I'm true to the style on my behalf I put some bubbles in the tub so I can take a bubble bath Clean, dry, was my body and hair I threw on my brand new Doggy underwear for all the bitches I might take home I got the Johnson baby powder and Cool Water cologne Now I'm fresh, dressed, like a million bucks Threw on my white sox, with my all blue chucks Stepped out the house, stopped short, oh no I went back in, I forgot my indo Then I dilly [dally] I ran through an [alley] I bumped into this smoker named [Sally] from the [Valley] This was a girl playin hard to get So I said "What's wrong?" cuz she looked upset She said um It's all because of you, i'm feelin said and blue You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days I love you so, how much you'll never know Cause you took your dope away from me A-huh, a-huh, ahuh Damn, now what was I to do She's cryin over me and she was feelin blue I said, "Um, don't cry, dry your eye And here comes your mother with those two little guys" Her mean mother steps then says to me "Hi!!" Decked Sally in the face and punched her in the eye Punched her in the belly and stepped on her feet Slammed the child on the hard concrete The bitch was strong, the kids was gone Somethin was wrong I said, "What was goin on?" I tried to break up, I said, "Stop it, just leave her!" She said, "If I can't smoke none, she can't either!" She grabbed my closely by my socks So I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks But um, they gave chase, they caught up quick They started cryin on my shoes and grabbin my dick and sayin.... Why don't you give me a play So we can brake it down the Long Beach way And if you give me that okay I'll give you all my love today Doggy, Doggy, Doggy, can't you see Somehow your words just hypnotize me And I just love your jazzy ways Doggy Dogg, your love is here to stay And on and on and on she kept goin The bitch been around before my mother's born! I said, "Cheer up!" so I gave her a hit I said, "You can't have me, I'm too young for you bitch!" She said, "No you're not," then she starts cryin I says I'm nineteen, she says, "Stop lyin!" I says, "I am, go ask my mother And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover" Yeah, uhh, tic toc you don't stop And to the, ah tic toc and you don't quit Yeah, tic toc and ya don't stop, and to the ah tic toc and ya don't quit, beeeotch! |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
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* |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
Six million ways to die, choose one
[Kurupt] It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed Up or down, right or left, life or death I see myself in a mist of smoke Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz anybody killa, you know what the deal is Nigga, you know what the real is [Daz] I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me down Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound? Is that nigga Snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew? Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?" I said, "If you ain't up on thangs.. Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game" It's like this they don't understand It's an everyday thang, to gangbang Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz know What's up witchu I represent the Pound and Death Row And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach and Compton and Watts see D-O-G's Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't see long to the G of the gang One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest {Pump pump!} Put two slugs dead in your chest Now you dead then a motherfucker creepin and sleepin 6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) [Snoop] The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh Don't make a move for your gat so soon cuz I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga) Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you (I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension And when you do, that's when the mission or survival, becomes your every thought Keep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caught Half steppin with your weapon on safety Now break yourself motherfucker, 'fore you make me take this 211 to another level I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil Now roam through the depths of hell Where the rest your busta ass homeboys dwell Well... [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name? [RBX] Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa ("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..") [RBX] Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this! Let's picnic inside a morgue Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets And I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin chest plates open and release them guts Then I release def cuts Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X Nuff respect given Disrespect and you will not be livin Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa ("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..") |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
Intro:
EeeyiyiyiyiyahtheDoggPound'sinthehou-owwse (the bomb) EeeyiyiyiyiyeahtheDoggPound'sinthehou-oww-owse Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb) Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (Dog) Verse One: From the depths of the sea, back to the block Snoop Doggy Dogg, funky as the, the, The D.O.C Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same Long Beach is the spot where I served my cane Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don't lose your grip Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to fuck up shit So I ain't holdin nuttin back And motherfucker I got five on the twenty sack It's like that and as a matter of fact [rat-tat-tat-tat] Cuz I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Yeah, so peep out the manuscript You see that it's a must we drop gangsta shit] What's my motherfuckin name? Chorus: Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (yeah yeah yeah) Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb) Da-duh-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (Dog) Verse Two: It's the bow to the wow, creepin and crawlin Yiggy yes y'allin, Snoop Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house like everyday Droppin shit with my nigga Mr Dr. Dre Like I said, niggaz can't FUCK with this And niggaz can't FUCK with that shit that I drop cuz ya know it don't stop Mr. One Eight Seven on a motherfuckin cop Tic toc never the glock just some nuts and a cock Robbin motherfuckers then I kill dem blood claats Then I step through the fog and I creep through the smog Cuz I'm Snoop Doggy (who?) Doggy (what?) Doggy [Dogg] Chorus: Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb) Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb) Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyoyoyoyoyoyo Verse Three: Now just throw your hands in the motherfuckin air And wave the motherfuckers like ya just don't care Yeah roll up the dank, and pour the drank And watch your step (why?) cuz Doggy's on the gank My bank roll's on swoll My shit's on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll with the Dogg Pound right behind me and up in yo bitch, is where ya might find me Layin that, playin that G Thang She want the nigga with the biggest nuts, and guess what? He is I, and I am him, slim with the tilted brim What's my motherfuckin name? Chorus: Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb) Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb) Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (Dog) Da-duh-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (the bomb) Da-duh-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (Dog) (the bomb) Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb) Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb) What is, his name? Snoop Dogg, and the Dogg Pound (Dog) (the bomb) Ohhh, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg (the bomb) Yeah yeah (Dog) I know his name C'mon Snoopy, c'mon Snoopy (the bomb) And the Dogg Pound Snoopy Dogg (the bomb) Snoopy Dogg Snoopy Dogg (Dog) (Dog, nasty dog, doggy dog) |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
You're back now at the jack-off hour this is DJ, Eazy Dick
On W-Balls, right now, somethin new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg And this one goes out to the ladies, from all the guys A big bow wow wow, cuz we gonna make it a little mystery here tonight, this is DJ Eazy Dick, on the station that slaps you across your fat ass, with a fat dick When I met you last night baby Before you opened up your gap I had respect for ya lady But now I take it all back Cause you gave me all your pussy And ya even licked my balls Leave your number on the cabinet And I promise baby, I'll give ya a call Next time I'm feelin kinda horny You can come on over, and I'll break you off And if you can't fuck, that day, baby Just lay back, and open your mouth Cause I have never met a girl That I love in the whole wide world Well, if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch I'd always be broke I'd never have no motherfuckin indo to smoke I gets loced and looney, bitch you can't Do Me Do we like BBD, you hoochie groupie? I have no love for hoes That's somethin I learned in the pound so how the fuck am I supposed to pay this hoe, just to lay this hoe I know the pussy's mines, I'ma fuck a couple more times And then I'm through with it, there's nothing else to do with it Pass it to the homie, now you hit it Cause she ain't nuthin but a bitch to me And y'all know, that bitches ain't shit to me i gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention Approach it with a different proposition, I'm Kurupt Hoe you'll never be my only one, trick ass beeeitch! It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none (x4) Guess who back in the motherfuckin house With a fat dick for your motherfuckin mouth Hoes recognize, niggaz do too Cuz when bitches get skanless and pull a voodoo What you gon do? You really don't know So I'd advise you not to trust that hoe Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch Knowin damn well, I'm too caught up with my grip Now as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga named Snoop Doggy, I'm all the above I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes But see, it ain't no fun, if my homies can't get a taste of it Cause you know I don't love em Whoa! Hey, now ya know, inhale, exhale with my flow One for the money, two for the btiches Three to get ready, and four to hit the switches In my Chevy, six-fo' Rad to be exact With bitches on my side, and bitches on back So back up bitch cuz i'm strugglin, so get off your knees and then start jugglin these motherfuckin nuts in your mouth It's me, Warren G the nigga with the clout Whoo! It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shit But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga Coolio Put me up on the game when I step through the do' Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive Usin my styles like a contraceptive I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack So put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?) Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now Tell me what's goin on It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y *It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin I had your whole fuckin block bumpin Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through One-two, three, you can't see me I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets It's on again, it's on and poppin All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin I wanna see some panties droppin I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton (All I ever did was just use that hoe Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows) I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugs and I smoke weed for the fuck of it Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked but it's manditory that I kick it Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action You really don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog *Repeat Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long) Tell when (till the early morn) It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the) The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit) Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo' So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick Till I die I'm still screamin that (bitches ain't shit) Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum As you groove to the gangster shit The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die *Repeat |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump
Pump Pump [Verse One: Snoop] Let the motion of your body be the key, cuz we be the motherfuckin G Funk family Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the game If it ain't one thing it's a motherfuckin nother Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother Whether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuce When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get loose Cuz back in the days, on the side where it's at A nigga had to have a fat stack And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall Can't none of y'all niggaz see the Doggy Dogg Cuz I'm one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness So shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kickin this [Chorus: repeat 2X] Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump) [Verse Two: Snoop] Now you can look to the Sun, and spot the moon And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a nigga... I come down with the wickedness One rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!) Close your eyes cuz you can't see me I quit school cause of recess you fuckin B.G. I'm shakin up the party, like Lodi Dodi Is he the dopest? Ya betta ask somebody When, then, send, some gin And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin In nineteen-motherfuckin-ninety-three I'm fuckin up every nigga known in the indistry Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang You know who I am you know my motherfuckin name, who am I? (The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Smooth) last name (D-O-double-G) The behavior and the flavor that I found Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound [Chorus] [Verse Three: Malik] Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat Don't sleep while I creep peep out my technique I forgot, I'm out of sight so you can't see the MC of the year, you hear and you fear i got somethin for them niggaz in the front and the rear I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride I'm satisfied now everything is really alright You know when I come nigga I come wicked Don't need no permisison, motherfucker I'ma kick it Niggaz sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuit Lick em up shot, it don't stop, till dem all drop Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks Just stop, rottin on the next niggaz jock I'm strapped with my glock on your block And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump
Pump Pump Let the motion of your body be the key, cuz we be the motherfuckin G Funk family Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the game If it ain't one thing it's a motherfuckin nother Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother Whether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuce When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get loose Cuz back in the days, on the side where it's at A nigga had to have a fat stack And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall Can't none of y'all niggaz see the Doggy Dogg Cuz I'm one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness So shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kickin this *Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump) *Repeat Now you can look to the Sun, and spot the moon And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a nigga... I come down with the wickedness One rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!) Close your eyes cuz you can't see me I quit school cause of recess you fuckin B.G. I'm shakin up the party, like Lodi Dodi Is he the dopest? Ya betta ask somebody When, then, send, some gin And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin In nineteen-motherfuckin-ninety-three I'm fuckin up every nigga known in the indistry Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang You know who I am you know my motherfuckin name, who am I? (The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Smooth) last name (D-O-double-G) The behavior and the flavor that I found Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound *Repeat Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat Don't sleep while I creep peep out my technique I forgot, I'm out of sight so you can't see the MC of the year, you hear and you fear i got somethin for them niggaz in the front and the rear I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride I'm satisfied now everything is really alright You know when I come nigga I come wicked Don't need no permisison, motherfucker I'ma kick it Niggaz sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuit Lick em up shot, it don't stop, till dem all drop Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks Just stop, rottin on the next niggaz jock I'm strapped with my glock on your block And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot *Repeat |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
[Snoop]
Yah [Girls In The Background] Snoop, Snoop, Snoop [Snoop] Hell yah mutha fuckin yah what up niggaz and niggets back acha with some of that real shit and they say you cant keep a top dogg down Woof Bow Wow And im sendin this one out to the uhh gangsters, the ridahs, the ladies, the playas and the macks, Now this is what i want ya'll to do for me, Kick back and blaze one up to this shit. Ya'll know who the fukk I am, but if ya dont im S, N Double O, P Yes i am im S, N Double O, P child Yes I am im S, N Double O, P Hell yah baby Snoopy Snoopy Sing it girls Say my name bitch |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
I put down more hits than mafioso made
And Lucky Lucianno 'bout to sing soprano And I know, I know the way you feel And baby bubba we gon' keep it on tha real Just to get you caught up in amazement We puffin' on Cubans so it might get dangerous But when it isn't, you can sit izzon bizzack And let the Bizzow Wizzow ride the trizzack, ha ha How you feelin'? I'm up to dealin', ridin' like a villan Makin' a killin', thrillin' the crowd wit my new hairdo, Outfits unused, fifty dollar socks, hundred-thousand dollar shoes Man, I'm givin' blues to these sucka MC's Who you be? You know who I be, young nigga I'm Tha DoggFather *Snoop Doggy Dogg is Doggy Dogg Father (Father) *Repeat Let's make a move for this paper (Where we rollin' Dogg?) We got's ta get paid (Makin' money all ya'll) I mean I steps to tha stage in my G-boy stance And say a few rhymes to make your girl wanna dance I'm so fly like a dove I come from up above You trippin' on your girl cause she showed me love Nigga don't beat em, cause if you beat em, you don't need em You lay your hands on me, watch how fast I take your freedom I delete em, but don't mistreat em I stay up on em, and that's one ta grow on, Let me flow on You can rock to tha rythme you see or you can rock to tha rythme of me Just remember when you do your thang, Make sure you do your thang on a hang And everythang, is everythang There ain't no mo' than this paper chase Like them white-boy DA's was on tha case You know I ain't tryin' ta floss, but uh, (Murder, murder, murder) was the case that they lost I'm Tha DoggFather *Repeat Now, do anybody in tha house remember When there wasn't no Snoop Dogg? (Hell yeah!) There wasn't no rappers hollin' 'bout LBC Am I trippin' ya'll? (Hell no!) Now, when I grow up, I wanna be like Snoop Have prestigious women That's the truth from the begining In and out of the flyest hotels You say your family don't know me Hold on hommie, that's formost and promos Sales, tails, scales and jails Success before death No one in my clique fails As females with the almighty Father lead Succeedin' ta give my peep's just what they need And it ain't no party like this kind, Cause you can leave your worries behizzind But I'ma git back to tha grizzind Snoop D-O double G comin' back for mizzine and I'm tha DoggFather *Repeat |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
Hey, hey
Wassup little homie Yo big homie what's goin' down? Get in nigga Ride, this mothafucka fresh Ya ride with me, I need ya to hit a corner with me Let's do this Yeah, nigga I know you like dis, nigga I gonna said you one day up Ya this be some gangsta shit right here Check this out though lil' homie I got this move for ya man This sucka ass nigga over here We gunna pull up on this nigga house right here Nigga, stay right here This nigga a bitch, man Ya you know this nigga, he's from the hood Nigga ain't kickin' this shit He got major, major chips We're tryin' to have a piece of that Check it out though I want you to slide up to the do' Right When this nigga open up the do' Dogg, I want you to go and lay him down This nigga ain't gunna do shit, he's a bitch You da little homie He can't do nothin' to you, nowhere That's on everything Now go on in there and handle that shit [Incomprehensible] I be waitin' out here on ya It's done double OG, be right back Oh, shit Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh [Incomprehensible] motherfuckin' roll nigga Slow your roll Damn |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
*Up jump tha boogie to the bang bang boogie
while you're bangin on ya baby OG's That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang homey If I'm hangin it's with DPG *Repeat Some do the things that they do cos they dumb and some do the things that they do for crumbs I do mine for me ya see? Not the big homey double O-G Scared to do your own work, man that's fast and that's the reason why I had to shoot you down because you never should've tried to work my Dogg and the lil homey wouldn't had no reason to bump Y'all know the game ain't the same no mo' Lil G's keep heat so big G's freeze, geez! Johnny Rockafella went to jail-er few many times too many and became a teller They sell a nigga dreams if he want em but they won't sell you the game to get up on em Ya tryin ta find em cos you want em, they shook out Get the book out and when the pitch come, nigga look out it ain't hard to pump up the lil homies nigga but it's hard for your bitch ass to get wit us But it's steel, you put it in their head that at 13 they better off dead (now they gone) *Repeat Aiyo Snoop, why would niggas get into the bracket and make a loot, niggas want trip Spittin like "you spoke beef from the hood Show me love nigga or don't show me shit" Feel the fever, million dollar male like Cole Severs Made a non-believin man into a believer Receive a cheque the next day, my homies say "it's the way to get paid", DP's and pay I don't know why you wanna get on my back? (why?) Trippin cos you know the bomb's at where I'm at Well if that's the case you shoulda roll wit the PG instead of losing control (motherfucker) This is how we do, Dogg Pound Gangstas in blue Me, D-A-Z, N-A-T-E and Snoop Niggas from Seth be tryin to set you cos you settin your ways so ask DJ Pooh what pays *Repeat Just what we need, bangin on wax another trip What you gon' do nigga, jack the mothership? You're like a actor wit another script Predictable as Rambo wit another clip How many niggas you gon' kill in your verse? You need to sit down and learn to get down first cos, uhh, real hoo-bangers are toast-slangers not part-time FBI singers Niggas havin bad intentions, sendin BG's on a mission One move too many, nigga you missin Listen you fuck wit the cyco-lic-no loony ass nigga from your H-doubleO-D Niggas got too flossy from all the sex they tossin but guess what it cost em, they crossin me But before I give a nigga a 9 I'd rather give a nigga a mic and write him a rhyme *Repeat (x1 1/2) |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
Intro: (Snoop talking with homey)
Homey: Ai Dogg, let me holla at'cha man Snoop: Wuz up home? Homey: Word is on the streets Your beats gone be delicate since Dre did shake the spea's out, man. Snoop: Delicate? Beats? So that's what makes me now? Man, I don't give a fuck about no beat (Now let me shake that shit man) (I hear ya Dogg) (It's a cold, cold thing!) (It's a cold thing!) (For real, hmm!) I got more niggas tryin to get at me than the President do sometimes Niggas be tryin to get at me cos I be droppin funky rhymes What the fuck is goin on? This rap game is made to make money You niggas is taking the shit outta hand, actin' way too funny Doin too much, y'know I see it from the get-go What the fuck's goin on wit you niggas, y'all tryin to play a low pro And tryin ta be hard and tryin ta be big willies or whatever they call it I guess it's time for me to act just like an alcoholic And step to the game, I'm a stumble in like I don't know And if a nigga say somethin wrong, I'm takin off from the get-go I ain't givin no room to try to get me first Cos I done been bombed on before and I'ma tell you, man, that's the worst Fifth in the world, but I'ma keep my thang together Cos I'ma keep makin money and hope everything is still together Havin papers, man, now what y'all niggas doin? All y'all broke on the corner, drinkin your drink, wanna be doin what I'm doin But don't get mad and don't be tryin to play-hate Cos, uhh, takin trips around state to state Representin, uhh, what y'all wanna represent But y'all can't represent it cos y'all got no dollars, no cents I'm movin on, groovin on and I'm movin Makin more moves than the average Cuban Tryin ta get G's across the town, tryin ta make more hits And tryin ta get my game tight and get at your bitch Now if she wants to get with this, she gone come holla at a player, do' Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce And she wants to jump in, bring a friend Cos everything is like alphabet, come on in Come on in and bring a friend and you can come on back Cos when you do, we gone be sippin on some Cognac It's on me, I'm feelin good tonight Cos I'ma do mines and I'ma keep everything tight I ain't lettin nothin leak cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught And I can't get caught cos you know how they do it about that child support Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his game tight Gettin 18-point-5 percent, half your life Shit, I love my baby boy and all But I ain't gonna be payin no bitch, no no, no way Dogg I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too tight I'm guaranteed to get away from some shit like dat, ain't that right Cos, uhh, when you play in this game you got to be the real player You can't be no fake ass nigga talkin about you wanna be the man Cos if you ain't with the game, the game ain't gonna be wit you And I can put that on everything including you Interlude: (Snoop talking) One of every five black males berfore the year 2000 will be detained or deceased No justice, no peace Yeah the truth hurts, we scared to go to church Look here, but don't cut it, gettin five points Step back for a second, I'm puttin less than five to this joint Hmm, if this is the bomb niggas gonna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics Niggas be trippin but I'll be pimpin I don't be trippin off no nigga at all, no bitches Just tryin to get money, I don't even be trippin off no switches I used to like low-riders but now I like Eastsiders I put it down wit me and make a hit maker, y'knowhatI'msayin? I love the Lakers now cos now they got Shaq O'Neal It's time to make a million dollars and that's for real See we gone blow up and show up and throw up nuttin but Dogg Pound Give it to ya ta put it down and we'll be round to your town So just sit in your seats and wait til we come through Until we do just keep smokin grey and blue Or whatever you do just stay true to what you do Cos we gone keep doin what the fuck we got to do Now, follow me now and listen to the instructions Cos the game's gonna get deep now, niggas is tryin ta creep Tryin ta get up on game but they don't wanna be down with the PG All of a sudden everybody wanna dis DP Now, what we look like? Makin y'all diss us, that ain't right I should get upset but I'ma stay composed Chill for a second, spit at some hos Drinkin my drink, smokin my dank Countin my bank, uhh that shit stank Stanky bank is what I got cos I'ma keep it And nah this ain't no motherfuckin secret Interlude: (Snoop talking) Yeah, we're in drought season Niggas lookin for a reason It's like thanksgiving without the feast Yeah the truth hurts, we're scared to go to church They got me runnin from my life, I'm jumpin gates They got dogs on my ass, but I'm a Dogg So I know how to alert and get wit dat shit The dog run up on me I give him a cold Like nigga back up off me He turn around and bite the police, hmm Game recognise Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes I slide in the back of a garage, dippin with this ho They run right past me, ask me "Have I seen the suspect?" "Yeah, he went that way", now for the jack |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
"The Dogg Pound and the LBC, your baby is awaiting you..."
[Girl]: Thats that damn Snoop Dogg again, he aint nothin but a f**kin pimp [Boy]: Man snoop you got a bad curve, when i grow up i wanna be just like you [Snoop]: Look here little homeboy, let me tell you somethin, Don't let me ever hear you say you wanna be like me, You could be a doctor, a lawyer, a football player, a laker, anythin, Just don't never let me hear you say you want to be like me, You hear me? [Boy]:Yah Huh [Snoop]:Now take these dollar$ and go giv'em to your brothers and sisters and you run on to school [Boy]:Thanks Snoop. |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
*Ain't no funk, it's funky, it's Doggystyle (Ain't it funky nuff?)
(Death Row-ow, Death Rowwwww) (*Everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce*) *Repeat Shucks, stompin in my big blue chucks More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditchin you clutz Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumpin your sounds It's the zoo and the Pound we don't fuck around Relax your mind and let your conscience be free and get down, stompin grounds is the LBC I slid up out the game and MC's get wacked but now I'm back (Oh shit!), so go get your strap Watch your head, I break wit wit G's, Muslims, hardheads and dreds Bounce, rock while rollerskatin on them 20 inch tyres wit the platinum Daytons I'm not that BG poppin all that junk about "I'll fuck you up", he sound like a punk I been there and done that, no inspiration All day illustration beat conversation *Repeat I keep niggas in the studio, word is bond Been workin on ya new album for two years strong and still can't come up with the right song You know what they say:'Study long, study long' All aboard the train so come along cos we keep the glue stuff against the bone It's alright ain't no room for wrong Doggyland is the motherland, make yourself at home I got money loads by the barrels I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro I'm international money maker, player hater shhok up off the sake of spendin dollars and I always holler at a player though cos players know the real from the fake You can put that on your toast, your coast and your state I give you people what you like What I look like in jail and can't get on the mic *Repeat (x1 1/2) Killin up crews, give em the real street blues Have em slidin in their eelskins, groovin in their tennis shoes Of course it don't stop bein a Westside ridah Wit no tattoo that's how they got the clue I lay conversation on wax and CD's BG's and o-riginals, here come the mission Makin biters ride the Pound for the rest of the season Doggy DPG ya lil homey, uhh I represent the LBC-ment Windows tint, nigga that's the president I hit you with a tune every blue moon Collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face Nigga say your Grace before you touch your plate It taste like it's laced but it ain't This one puff uncut, no doubt Everybody know I gotta ounce and a half *Repeat (x1 1/2) **Shucks (Oooh ooh ooohhh oooohhhh ooh, oooh oooh oooohhhh ooh) (Death Rowwww, Death Rowwww) **Repeat |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
(Snoop Dogg)
Josey Wales was known for robbin trains and things layin everybody down for diamond rings and chains It remains the same in the year you live in, see Cos if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in And that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol' school When it's time to duel, you get two men Two heaters, one street, one clock and when it strike twelve one of y'all gon' drop If you're quick on the draw you're gon' see the morgue but if you're too slow I catch you on the downlow (Oh no) Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's real I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gangbang The Four Horsemen, that's the click I'm wit You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers Yeah, we're on a mission ta Kansas, slippin thru Texas We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes bacon and eggs, and then we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg Hop back on the horses, enforcers of courses The niggas in black, the fearless Four Horsemen Searchin for this location on the map The gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta have it) It feels just like it's 1865 and a trigger look-a-day is how I ride (Kurupt) On and on and on it's more strange Time to heat, shootin range Quick with the heat on their hip Young Jesse James come to test your aim I seen you at th e Wild Horny Corral I hearda ya name Tha forcify, nigga you ain't never lie Besides I'm in the mood so at high noon we ride From coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach My disciples with rifles lethal in whole posts The off-the-rocker roller coaster On a six-shooter holster with DPG on every Wanted poster Let me think about which bank to gank which fellow ta shoot and which teller to shank I want all the shit you got in stacks attached to this skirt in the corner so I snatched the bitch in the back The Dogg in me feels for the lust but the hogg in me makes me wanna bust Back to the drawin down board Nowadays we drawn down more To survive thru all the round wards Battle up or saddle up and shake the scene or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket Like that cock back quick to pull my strap Just to put the Horsemen on the map (The gold rush) (???? from LBC Crew) Born is Doggystyle, individual, James got the hots I got the six shots for all the plans and plots I gots lots o' cash stashed in money bags Worthy workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags I got stacks so my stacks excell Hop in the coach wit my twelve Clydesdales and bells I'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy horse A 30-30 on my side to shoot a nigga o' course It ain't no stoppin young Josey Box all the nosey Headed to the saloon with my platoon where all the hos be Left a dusty trail, bailed in swell Gold spurs on the Gators, set back the clientele Oh well, for the recop I drop my bet Divide between my homies and ride the sunset (Bad Azz from LBC Crew) Two sacks o' money from the train heist They ain't even counted it up just mounted it up Rode west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster Pass thru a run-down town whose walls hold my poster Closer I get ta death which is every second makes me sweat so I gotta have what I can get Heard word about the gold rush and headed West on my white horsey with three straps in my napsack Giddy up, the next town I rode thru I had to threaten to blow their city up Undebts with Chief Black, caught five miles west sell us some beads and hail us some weed He offered me a toke he didn't have a twin he had that peace-pipe smoke I almost choked Break him for the get, right, I'm off into the sunset tryin ta reach my destiny fast It's these two bags o' cash 44's cocked I ain't makin no mo' stops till I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dot I slid off my boots, counted my loot Five minutes after the strike of midnight I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept tight (At the gold rush, at the gold rush at the gold rush, at the gold rush at the, at the, at the) |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
Intro: (*distressed Latino woman*)
The dog saw 'im...they tear...they...looked liked they try to tear him off. I said "Oh my God! They want to eat my husband Verse 1: I was sittin at the pound about to eat dinner Had a hard day at the studio, I was gettin thinner My nigga Sparky-O was playin basketball and my niggas in the backyard, y'all about to squab my Doggz Dirty ???? gets CREAM, it's a good scheme But you know it's all a part of the Corleone team I squabble...Friday cos that's what I do Dogg Pound for life nigga, uhh thought you knew but you didn't, you think I'm kiddin nigga, my Doggz scrap They get down for theirs, bring em right to the back Hit the gate don't wait and ask the homey Nate he gotta pit named Tiny mobbin behind him Now they've got Michael Corleone Oh, Kurupt he got Lonely the psycho assassin He likes to smash on, uhh and ain't no need to reach for heat cos you can't get your blast on Doggz we keep em, busters we sweep em and when it's time all my Doggz'll bite your momma We leave you niggas on stuck in paws And I'ma dedicate this one to my Doggz Remember that pit, the one I had named Petey Uhh, she got killed so I didn't need him Uhh, it's like that, what about Sweetie? He got killed too (damn) so I didn't need him It's a cold thang but it's a cold game but when you wit a Corleone name it's a cold thang Cold name, cold game ya got ta get down cos if you don't then you can't represent the Pound Now it's like a sport and if I get caught I'm right back in court So I gots ta keep it on the DL and don't yeezell but you know I gots tha pitbulls for seezell So if you want one, get one, holla at'cha boy quick cos I'ma be on the lookout for the sell-to-dem pigs Ask my little homey Technique I 'came Scarface, Corleone killers, baby boy OG The homey Tray Deee I give him rock seat but the rest of the pits they rollin wit me We're layin low in the cut, holstered up in Chino Scrappy-Du and the crew called the Gambinos Ma bark and she'll spark up some shit real quick Just last week y'know what? She bit the shit out of me ???? bitch is a trick, I had to get cold feet to get the bitch up off me and I can't tame her and I can't blame her That's why I had to name her the top Dogg gamer Man, it's a shame-uh nigga got love for y'all but I got more love for my motherfuckin Doggz It's just.... Hook: Me & my Doggz (sick em), me & my Doggz (sick em) (Beware, beware) Me & my Doggz Verse 2: Now when it comes to my Doggz they stay fly like geese but as for me I'm Snoop Dogg I'm soopafly like Priest I unleash my Doggz then I tilt my brim I'm bout to trip off Locko cos he go taken my swim I think cos my CREAMy low, get back to the pound He gon' be itchin like hell to put the bite on the clown and when you look with the frown he gon' get like 1-2 and ain't a damn thang that your ass can do I think it's cos he lost his big homey Don Killer see who ran the whole yard and gangbanged OP and leave your ass red and yeah half-head He's a damn fool, he'll jack you for pants leg Don't beg you're dead, and don't dare show fear Young gangsta fucked wit Scrappy and Red tore off his head and all the kid do was cry like a bitch His life was a pit and mine's in the shit Hook: (Beware, beware) (Sick em) It's just me & my Doggz I keep my heat in my seat, my killers in my backyard Just in case you niggas wanna fuck and try to act hard Outro: (*reporter speaking over hook*) ....deadly serious in East Los Angeles and South Central where people encounter stray dogs on a daily basis and often bare the scars to prove it) |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
--Soopafly--
I had this bitch locked on to me like she was way too clever Man, Soopafly never ever ever Fell for the do no and you know I'm Too swift on my toes and the gifts of hoez It's too much for me to be givin' to you Uh, all I'm givin' is some dick in you Now Sh????, I told the bitch to blaze the weed Now she blazed it but that ain't all she blew Hey, I got knocked off on the bar And my room got knocked off in the car Gave it to me until I reached my peak Baby flip talkin' bout lovin' me in the week I said that's too damn quick, and too damn fast You've been givin' up too much damn cock and givin up too much ass Nah nah nah you ain't gettin' me like that Soopafly ain't even called the bitch back Ever since she tripped, I went on one Stepped in the club, Caught me a homerun Baby was bad and all, she said gimme a call I wanted to break that bitch like a law Picked her up at the bus stop, she was soft and smooth Talkin' bout what could pop out and hit the roof Then she said somethin bout the cost Man, that same bus stop is where I dropped that bitch back the fuck off You can't ride my bird So I kicked that bitch to the curb You best to believe You ain't got no trick up your sleeve that can get with me You thought you had my grip But Soopafly never ever slips You thought you had my cash Till I turned around and whupped yo' ass ....like a pimp and that's for real --Snoop Dogg-- I came through in a zoot suit, pin stripe lookin' too cute Tryin' to get my shoot on, so I'm a scoot on Over to the next bitch, say her name is Texas She fly but she wasn't the sexiest She had a hoe with her named Bama, short for Alabama A big bad mama-jamma, now look here I like big bitches cause they large And big bitches always take charge Wanna grab a skinny nigga like Snoop Dogg Cause you like it tall, go and work it baby doll Now a great big girl got a hell of a grip to grab a hold of Got alot of cash for a little love All they wanna do is take you down to the mall Floss a little dick and get a t-shirt that say miss Snoop Dogg I don't see a god damn thang That's stoppin you from buying me that god damn ring It'd look nice on my finger, I'm a buy you a zinger Cause you make me feel like a real hip-hop singer Your homegirl, bring her cause I've been dying to meet her You know I won't cheat her, don't mistreat her She only get the dick, I'll never ever eat her But I'll drop her ass cause you know I don't need her... It was fun while it lasted You know what they say, big things come in small packages, baby You thought you had my grip But Snoop Dogg never ever slips You thought you had my cash Until I turned around and whupped your ass ....trick beyotch beyotch --Too $hort-- I said beyyyotch, what are you smokin A big fat dick comin' from east Oakland There must be some kind of misunderstanding Hit the parking lot, bitch I be standing by the Benz You think a nigga rich, bitch Gold diggin' tramps tryin' to get with this dick For all the wrong reasons Niggas ain't trippin' during pimp season But you still jumped your fast ass in anyway If any other nigga picked you up it'd be payday I rolled to my house with the bitch (What'd you do $hort) introduced her mouth to my dick Glad to meet you, make yourself comfortable You fuckin' with a dog, bitch you ain't fin' to come up, hoe So you might as well enjoy the ride And serve this nigga from the eastside How much for the game that I'm sellin' Ain't no tellin' like Jack told Helen I know sex sells but I'm a tell you though Couldn't spend on shit that ain't valuable Fucked all night woke up the next mornin' Told her I'm a pimp but the bitch kept on Wantin' me to do somethin' for the time she spent It's funny, cause now she can't find the rent money You thought you had my grip But Too $hort never ever slips You thought you had my cash Until I turned around and whupped your ass ....trick beyotch beyotch ...I got family members, homeboys... Muthafuckaz I look out way before you. |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
Can you feel it, nothing can save ya
For this is the season of catching the vapors Since I got time, what I'm gonna do Tell ya how it's spreading throughout my crew What you want on Nate Dogg Who sings on my records, 'Never Leave Me Alone' 'Ain't No Fun', now check it Back in the days before Nate Dogg would get it He used to try to holler at this girl named Pam The type of female wit fly Gucci gear She wore a big turkish wole wit a weave in her hair When they tried to kick it, she'd always fess Talkin about baby please she wrought his service stress Since he wasn't no type of big chronic dealer The homie Nate Dogg didn't appeal to her But now he wear boots that match with his suits And push a Lexus Coupe that's extra cheap And now she stop flautin and won't it speakin Be comin round the Pound every single weekend to get his beeper number she be beggin please Dyin for the day to eat these She caught the vapors She caught the vapors I got a little cousin that's kinda plain He bring the heeb wit tha beep for the Dogg Pound gang A mellow type of fellow best laid back But back in the day he wasn't nuthin like that I remember when he used to scrap every day When my auntie would tell him he would never obey He wore his khakis hangin down wit his starks untied And a blue and grey cap that said the Eastside Around my neighborhood tha people treated him bad Said Daz was the worst thing his mom ever had They said he grow up to be nuttin but a gangsta Or be there in jail or some other shaker But now he's grown up to be a surprise D-A-Z got a hit record slangin world wide Now the same people that didn't like him as a child Bought the Dogg Food, Doggfather, and Doggystyle They caught the vapors They caught the vapors I got another homie from tha L-B-C Known ta yall as D.J. Warren G He cut grass trasform wit finesse ......... and all that mess I remember when we first started to rap He tried to get this job at Calvin's record shop He was in it to win it, but the boss front and said Sorry Warren G but there's no help wanted Now my homie Warren still tried On and on and on til the like break of dawn To work at tha V-I-P would be the link But they looked right past him so my homie straight dip Now for the year after Regulate Warren G is havin papers so my homies write straight He walked into the same record shop as before And the boss be like Warren welcome to my store Offerin him a job but nah he don't want it Damn it feels good to see people love Warren Cause I remember when at first they wasn't Now guess what they call sessy bussin the vapors They caught vapors I got to talk bout me now Last subject of tha story is about Snoop Dogg I had to work for mine to show I was a true hog When I was a teenager I tried to be down And since they wasn't tryin to hear me I made the Dogg Pound I saw a crew on 2-1 street and said, 'Can I be down champ?' They said no, and treated me like a wet food stamp after gettin rejected, I ain't runnin upset I said, 'What's a Dogg do to?' Rhymes at rates When I used to go to parties, they make me wait What I have to get on the mic to set M-C straight I ain't never love no hoe since I'm listenin to my music They acted like I wanted to keep hangin with the juzi But now things switched from West to East Short Dogg do ya remember me from 21st street G? 'We used to see Daz, back in the day' It happens all the time, so brother don't be amazed You caught the vapors You caught the vapors You got the papers |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
*She was just a groupie (She just a groupie)
She was just a groupie She was just a groupie (All she wanted was Snoopy) She was just a groupie (Just a groupie) She was just a groupie She was just a groupie (All she wanted just was Snoopy) She was just a groupie (Yeah just a groupie) She was just a groupie Beeyatch! (Beeyatch!) I come thru with the humps, I thump tha shit out'cha block I'm on alert for the cops, be on alert for the cop Spot us some hos, tooted my horn at the bitch ??? ever skaty, my team ya's the shit Fifteen's humpin, dropped the top, she moaned countin my dough, purchased a 50 of some bomb indo floss In South Central I'm on my way to the East Side We high, blazin like crazy, we don't know why feelin good as fuck on a hot ass day and it's a pujam right around the way Niggas got hos but ladies in the world they wanna play wit their minds like little girls I twirled my fingers in the air rubbed my fingers thru my hair Red bones to black bones dark bows to red bows Skinny girls come a dime-a-dozen but I play hos like plenty-leany cos I get greedy It's all about game cos when the game is hard to maintain for so long, man From Long Beach, California, from Tulsa, Oklahoma Tonight *?warnin the award is?* from Mississippi, I know ya hold the key to unlock the door From long clothes she rolls with gold thangs we ridin for sure So tell me how much money can one playa make? (make) and how much o' ya ass can one nigga break? You're just a gigolo (you know) To the heart you're just gigolo (you know) I was off in Vallejo pullin hos like Idaho potatoes What am I to do when life as a G bein from where I be, DPG It's manifico ran into this pretty ass skirt, Mexican-Puerto Rico mixed with a sprinkle of black So I'ma approach her like dat and let her know where I ride and reside at My zone the place that I call home is the Wall from Philadelphia, the room Picture me ay entrepenuer with my nigga D-A Rockin tours and we still young boys They got bitches, they got some bomb ass niggas She used ta put em on his bomb ass dick She always talked some bomb ass shit She used to blow some bomb ass dick *Repeat That's right Someone's at my door, baby who could it be? Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-double G Hey girl, what's your name? Ya wanna go a couple rounds with me I told her Nate Dogg is just the same but she kept screamin out Snoopy What's up baby, my name is Warren I'm down with the Pound cos I get around So let me scoop you, swoop you and take you Gimme a chance and I'ma break you down to the very last compound with my homies from Tha Dogg Pound Now you know and I know Rule number one, you can't trust no ho Now you can get caught up in the mix real fast The ho gon' slip away and get away with all your cash You got to stay upon your toes when it come to hos I bust a brand new ho in every video That's on the Pound and the Row when the wind blow I pass a ho to my kinfolk and then smoke She say she was no groupie, coochie lookin juicy She say she never ate a dick before but she gon' do me Right before she do me, I blaze up a lupi then turn on some Snoopy and, uhh, heat up jacuzzi and later on I might just turn on a movie so you can regroupie and redo me just for Snoopy *Repeat There's roaches and shit in this motherfucker in here I forgot about this |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
Yeah yeah yeah, make some motherfuckin noise
Yo Doggy Dogg you're on, live on stage Performin tonight, excuse me Doggy Dogg you're on YOU KNOW! The one and only Don Corleone, the big homey y'know me Well if it's on I guess it's bout time Let me slide into this OG rhyme I do mine the way I do mine and I takes my time when I'm droppin my lines I look around, I spot MC's (and they) all in the place (and they) all wannabe's Tryin ta make their paper, tryin to do their thang but to me they all tryin to say the same thang How could you rap over *?be said what?* You ain't reachin the crowd, you ain't makin your fact You ain't droppin lines that hit the top You can't make the party go hip-hop abd you can't do your thing without usin mine We get and steal, I see you're on the grind but I'ma take my time to get my point across and if you get caught up in the rap shit then got lost and if you get tossed it's on your own, it's your own fault See I gots ta get mine, I don't try no song I just move on, groove on, try to prove on then I do mines to do mines and I'ma keep on, keep on, keep on to get'cha you in a...smooth type of atmosphere Sit back and pay attention yeah You ain't never heard it like that Uhh, is that right? That's right black but uhh, *Sixx minutes (sixx minutes), sixx minutes (sixx minutes) Sixx minutes Doggy Dogg you're on Uh uh on, uh uh on Excuse me Doggy Dogg you're on *Repeat I gets my hair whipped on Friday, my day, why they even trippin on me? Yeah the big homey Gamey Gamey says "Snoop Corleone listen to me man, stay away from them phoneys It's niggas like that that get you caught up quick You gots ta stay focussed Dogg, keep your eye on your grip cos if you slip they gon' get'cha and they gon' get'cha fast These niggas out for your money man, they tryin to get your cash" I don't give a damn, you gots ta match You can be from the East Coast and get love cos I ain't trippin on your ass I don't smash on niggas who are smaller than me I smash on niggas who big like the DPGC Ooohwee, I get'cha crazy You gots ta have a stomach for this shit, ba-by And if ya don't you won't, you fake the funk See Snoop is the G in the G-Funk Now don't do nothin that you can't get out of me Uh uh, you know I got big love for the real G's We make mo' G's, I gots ta have it *Repeat I got the, I got the, I got the paper I keep ya, I keep ya, I keep ya cryin I thought ya, I thought ya knew my nigga Ya better, ya better ask somebody (Better ask somebody) Uh, it don't quit Now let me take my time and just get into the shit I'm just driftin, so swift and smooth How many niggas make the whole party move like I do? I can't name nobody so sit back relax and let the Dogg rock the party Ain't no party like a DP party cos everybody in the DP party's naughty They acts a fool, old school, new school Everything is everything, everybody playin cool Ain't no set trippin, everybody just dippin Bitches gettin with niggas and niggas gettin bitches It's all superb, word to my momma Ain't no drama, no need for that You can put your gat back in your pocket unlock it cos Snoop Dogg is on the mic, I plan to rock it Don't stop, (excuse me Doggy Dogg you're on) *Repeat |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
Yeah man, this shit here gonna be bigger than the O.J. case
What? His dick *laughter* Another blast from the Long Beach section Break gangsta shit (Wake up) I thought these fools knew Out on the scout I'm about my papers Cause ain't nobody doin Deee no favors I'm tryin ta get major with minor risk Maximisin the minimum of time is spent on the heist, nice and easy believe me I take mine and make mine extra cheesy Keepin niggas in a headlock Undress em, press em down in a full nelson I hit jacks off six packs of the crooked one They slip and I'm bookin em Fuck fingerprints, gimme from their fingertips Chips to the neckline cos I got a Tec-9 Check mine like a pimp-main ho So hope you only see me when my grip ain't low I go up in ya like a skeleton So S-N-double O-Please let em know the crew I'm bailin with East-side LBC is what I claim but my game is DPG And every hustler in my clique got to get his grip and in my world a girl is considered a biiiiiitch Is money all that makes you move? You ain't doin what'cha s'posed to so you gots ta prove somethin to the ones you love but you needs ta know If you ain't doin it for yourself it don't matter d'ooooh! It was a wake up, wake up, wake up..... Just to wake up, wake up, wake up....... Wake up, wake up wake up....... Get up, get up, get up...... I break fools off like leprosy If they dare, you stare when they next to me I'ma threat to whoever sweat my style Hard gangsta aim to represent til death Reality, you battle me you be in the dirt quick I'm clever with whatever type of weapon I work with The bare hand man sleeper I even banked up and shank motherfuckers in the *?penta?* I sanked a gang of tough fools in my time so try me you're liable to lose on my line The 44'll be what cracks ya head cos that's exactly what I'm bout ta cap you with I figured niggas gettin soft like jellatine So Doggy Dogg tell em all who we're sailin wit East-side LBC is what I claim but my game is DPG And every hustler in my clique got to get his grip and in my world a girl is considered a biiiiiitch Is money all that makes you move? You ain't doin what'cha s'posed to so you gots ta prove somethin to the ones you love but you needs ta know If you ain't doin it for yourself it don't matter d'ooooh! It was a wake up, wake up, wake up..... Just to wake up, wake up, wake up....... I had to wake up, wake up wake up....... Get up, get up, get up...... Uh, gonna work that motherfucker and do the percolatin Cause Snoop Dogg came back with the head raider Al Davis's? Nah nigga Tracy Davis The Eastside Long Beach greatest Criminal with style and boy you love that Sit back relax and let me drop another rap but this one's for the sisters and not the hoes The ones who be groovin it on the step shows Let a nigga in, I ain't diss ya friend and like The Staples I make sure we do it again But don't blow a nigga up or show a nigga up and don't think a nigga sprung cos you know a nigga fuck Love is a house and you got the key so give it to a nigga like a D-O-double G I'm from the... East-side LBC is what I claim but my game is DPG And every hustler in my clique got to get his grip and in my world a girl is considered a biiiiiitch Is money all that makes you move? You ain't doin what'cha s'posed to so you gots ta prove somethin to the ones you love but you needs ta know If you ain't doin it for yourself it don't matter d'ooooh! It was a wake up, wake up, wake up..... Just to wake up, wake up, wake up....... I had to get up, get up, get up...... It was a wake up, wake up, wake up.... |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
I think it's bout' time that we hit these n***as upside
the head with some of that west coast gangsta' sh......... Ooh.....Wee!!!!!!!!!! It's a whole 'nother day I'm back up in ya' Snoop D-O-Double G I representa' Been away for a while but you all know I'm still doggystylin' on Death Row Got shit locked down Sewed up So If you plan on comin' out nigga hold up. This a stick up dick up They got yo' shit on the shelf, oh mine is too and guess who they gon' pick up? Some niggas think they know they shit But they don't Some M-A's escape Some won't Bumpin' heads with niggas Where you from? East Side Long Beach, nigga, 2-1 The homie just got paroled And he got more stories than the highway patrol Tellin' me about the money Suge Knight stole But I'll make that shit late Cause nigga I get swole Niggas tryin' to get in, to get out. Put me up on game tellin' me who gon' jack me But ever since I was a puppy till I was paroled I never had no other dog pullin' on my chrome. Say Snoop's upside yo' head, say Snoop's upside yo' head. (x4) Niggas in the game be doin' way too much Akin' tough with this east-west coast stuff. See Me I'm all about my money mane I stay fly and dry I don't get caught up in the rain Cuz game recognize game No matter where you from We all can get dumb, insane and turn the party out without a doubt Unless you them niggas who ain't got no clout LBC and B what? Uh, my crew Cuz uh, we out there smokin' on the krazy glue Upside yo' head like oops Snoop's The shit, that you hear them bumpin' in the hoops. Can't afford it homeboy This is finished I represented From V-A to Venice So when it's timid And cold outside Rely on the Doggy Dogg To put the heat in yo' life Say Snoop's upside yo' head, say Snoop's upside yo' head. It takes a whole lot to be number one I can't walk down the street without my gun I can't trust these niggas fool It ain't no fun I'm sittin' up in court Cuz somebody got dumped What really counts is how the crowd bounce Go home and say Snoop rocked the parte` Nobody got kilt It's what got annouced I guess they got a chance to see Dr. Bombay But I keep my heat in case niggas get cold Warm you up with the sheet Zip you up and roll Now Doggystyle records is now official Gettin' money at the Pliz-ate with my initials Shippin' weapons overseas I'm makin' G's What who you make call enemies But I See nothing funny about makin' money Cuz uh We all know it don't grow on trees So I Gotta' get what I gotta' get when I can Up early in the mo'ning wit' the Gap Band Burning rubber down to get a new car So don't get jealous when you see me in the double R. Say Snoop's upside yo' head, say Snoop's upside yo' head. (x3) |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
INTRO:(PRINCE ITIAL)
Watch it!Watch it! Daz is coming and there'll be no more waiting Watch it!Watch it! Kurupt is coming and there'll be no more waiting Watch it!Watch it! Doggystyle is coming and there'll be no more waiting You might be shooting up close with the Itial ever lose respectin VERSE 1:(KURUPT) Now follow me deep in the depths of my mind Thinkin many plots blossoms how amny times? I'm sedated my (?conscriptiated?) from beginning Broke in the bombest weed smoke that will make a nigga choke To my loccs way down in the Valley deep To my homies in the Pound from L-ong Beach To my bulls out in Philly coz all they smoke is phillies Wit' these silly ass bitches out for a niggas riches Now really really ever slip or trip A big shout out to my niggas in ?? I spits the vocabulary to sinks MCs like ships With my nocturnal rhymes and editorial clips I gotta click that'll hit you like a thousand volts The homies catchin cases,robberies and assaults It ain't my fault that my shit might hit like that Listen in,get elevated off the verbal contact BRIGDE:(DAT NIGGA DAZ) When a nigga gotta strive for his he can't stop Gotta get somewhere When a nigga gotta mash for his he can't stop Gotta get somewhere VERSE 2:(DAZ,BAD AZZ,*unknown*) My mind-state these days make the average nigga afraid Hurt em in the worst way,put it down for myself Put em to rest,confess nevertheless Snatch em a cap and destroy em at my best For the simple fact that with contact we the block entourage We drop bombs and we known to calm down the savage beast And the rest of the jungle,while mistreat Any MC tryin to fuck with D-A-Z I represent it to the fullest,it could be a verbal massacre In '96,with a diff'rent approach I'm shit I got the flavour and I'm major,bust the ass Niggas can't stop us and can't fade us Shady ass niggas can't stand next to ya When the Tek connects to ya,swift as a cheetah when I'm catchin ya I bet'cha I won't let ya escape Face-to-real on point-to-train-to kill beyond the violated area When the smoke clears the area,rather we toast So at home I blaze the zag or the bone Once again another zone is gone MCs try to step they get lit and blown At the end the lights go out so before they do I'm a L-B-C on through,stayin true Demanding my respect,respect is what I've given So respect is what I expect,the money got me driven To the point of no return so the streets I roam Don't catch chrome to the dome of this flack black .45 calibre Glock,gat,gun or pistol Whistle and watch all my homeboys come run Or hear the click,damn that shit that you get hit with When we bust I let loose,this is pre-meditated dick-up To all the busters that jealous and hate it but can't fade it With the every attempt they fail,oh well Consequences get suffered,I put pressure on sucker motherfuckers The bill is crisp,(the deal is )the deal is this- I gotta plot em on a mash for my chips Get in my way and get stepped on I'm stompin,steppin with my projectile weapon Wuz up (?Jex?)so's eject the hum When I swarm through,who knew about the real deal I conceal? But still can you feel the topic of the whole situation is trust No ho is a must!If I bust My brain constructs to form knowledge to the max Defeatin and deletin elevation set backs We wax tracks and smack up MCs who compose the violence Bringin drama with no parental guidance Eyes went deceived,somethin up my sleeve to intrigue And these MCs will be Gs also D-P-Gs and L-B-Cs When we do the do to you so go call your crew And who wants to compete with technique Conflict will be verbal so watch how you speak And what you say when I display Sleepless acts as (?bombin ya?),suffer from insomnia And I'm a gonna be comin for you So please be on the lookout for the Doggystyle Crew (Watch out nigga!) OUTRO:(SNOOP DOGG) It's the sucker MC barbecue cookout!Cookout! Watch out now! Ha-ha yeah wit'cha bad self.Watch out! |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
W Balls, yo! 1-87.4 fm on your dial,
Reminding you to get the dick out of throat and go vote. DJ Eeasy dick still poppin' like a pipe bomb And ohh yeah can you say farewell to well-fare? callin number 4 just to go to doggyland, that's right, this next jam is dedicated to all the homies still rockin' jerry curls up them and texturises and go typhus. Dj Eeasy dick will give you a stone cold groove. that's all go to doggyland. |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
*Come and go with me to Doggylaaaaaaaaaaaaand!!
(Here ye, Here ye, Come one come all) To a place that be, call it LBC (I'm ridin' wit'cha baby) Come and go with me to Doggylaaaaaaaaaaaaand!! To a place that be, call it LBC Now if you tired of the hard work tears and sweat and you breakin' your neck and you still up in debt. Walkin' round town all strapped in, niggas be havin' more bad times than Captain Rat did. Two strikes none left, out of breath Livin' in the city it's a jungle yo. All this deception on top of stress, you havin' more problems than a algebra test. You can't seem to come up, wit yo' money for rent, and now yo' baby momma trippin' she want fifty percent. It's a thin line, between yours and mine the difference is you gotta scratch to a get nickel and dime. Now I know a place where Ya' might wanna be and I can take you there Pop goes the nine, We'll go right behind You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline. *Repeat Oh your homies think you're funny? Doin' stick ups for moneys Just to impress the honeys (This is for the honeys) Got yo' rocks, so you keep'em in the sack, you got two strikes, but you right back up to bat. You all about yo' money and got something to sell but if you bail for a robber you'll be back in the jail cell. You chillin' wit yo' feet up Someone hated but baby without the homies and that's when you got beat up. Because you can't be out there doin' low and then right gather up yo' crew and roll. Ain't no rules when you out there doin' dirt, somebody's always layin' in the cut to get ya' hurt. But see, I know a place where you might wanna be and I can take you there Pop goes the nine, We'll go right behind You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline. *Repeat Here ye, Here ye, come one, come all. To a place that be, call it LBC. (I'm ridin' wit' ya' baby) Lemme holla to a little home boy real quick, know what I'm sayin'? Cuz he travelin' in the fast lane. Stop the life it seem that we are on, Time to slow your roll, Let Doggyland be your new home, Stop the life it seem that we are on, time to slow your roll, Let Doggyland be your new home. Doggyland is the town where it's goin' diz-owne (It's goin' down) Everything is free, and ain't no HIV. (What?) And niggas don't kill one another (Oh really why is that?) Because a brother is a brother. (And what about the mothers?) They queens, righteous, man, heaven must be like this, green aroma like the grass in the summertime. Ain't no peneteneries and ain't nobody doin' time. And oh yeah, I'm the big O-K'er, I'm smarter than the senator, Bigger than the mayor. Heaven on Earth it's like a prayer. And you can't get in without yo' gold card you got to be a player. Now you know a place where You gots to be and I took you there, Pop goes the nine, we'll go right behind You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline. *Repeat |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
(mobster Corleone talking)
Yeah Vision 88 kilos of cocaine smack-dead in your face The street value of that is what you dream to make Run an illegal business,racketeerin Smugglin,doin things from handin a gun,is what they fearin Bodyguards and hitmen like some Al Capone shit Heavy artillery got the cops on my dick Different locations,spots where it takes place If you show them my money,your ass is gettin f-laid There's four major games that run the city of G's The violators,the Gambinos and the Corleones and me The violators and Gambinos they run uptown Me and my cousin Corleone we run downtown Murder's an everyday thang in the city Where you gotta plot chips,jag robberies and do in its Tanadian Nay,the charge of the weapons Hit from verandahs and do a thing unexpected So we plan a plot with an Uzi and 10 shot Buck em till they all drop,circle round the block Let em have it as soon as they come out Unload on their ass,commence to takin them out! Throughout the streets of Long Beach The streets was infected with drugs,dope pealers and addicts Gangs have taken over 75% of our town as the young youth behaviour is outrageous with crime They feel no remorse whatsoever, as the law enforcements have tried to stop the trafficking of drugs from coming into our country, but they can't The murders have increased more than 95% and the drug amount of which they make is more than 700 million dollars Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion I had no choice or remorse for time for puttin it down Niggas know the scoop is stupid if they come from my town I been around since the Jumpstreet makin it pop Young crook keepin hook,nigga,shakin the spot Had to be a standout not to get ran out Look for help,you help yourself cos there's no handout Since the city Long Beach is only G's and hos You hold on ya heat but them fiendish foes Trust,bust,be aware and I ain't ya curse Cos the niggas that I dared to (?agank?) the first Think I might be deceased 'fore I reach my calling As long as I'm haulin my heat I'm stallin I bring it to ya hard from the streets of life Where niggas get rewarded to grief for strikes Don't speak on the creep,mo' fools is listenin And war story glory ain't worth the riskin Real niggas still get a mob like respect If you represent ya set,till ya bite the deck Who I be?I'm the Dee,nigga check the file Under G you will see not to sweat my style I'm takin em out! (Corleone talking some more) I come through blastin,me as a Downtown Assassin Mashin,may they rest in peace in they caskets Shoot em down in front of Hassans Should've known from the gate,who's the baddest? In my zone,Don Corleone wanted For the murder of forty men Ordered to hit and watch him kill again and again From the U-S-C,I shift ki's,a 120 plane rides Multiplied by G's,87.3 million in a matter o'months Big business and big dollars is all that I want I blaze up to celebrate,new empire to make Toast till we all die,till we burst and break From knives to guns,from the rich to the slums We ran outta dope,I don't think so son While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park From daylight to reach dark and all the clucks a'spark From when I pick em off like darts Stab em in they hearts Make an example,what I said,ya end up dead Spayed the wall with graffiti like hogs for all my lost Doggs Never reach until I see the blue sky till I die All I ever want is to be left alone Me myself,me my dope,me and my chrome Got paid by cops and judges,I budge when I buzz I got the City of Long Beach goin crazy for drugs (Corleone capping it off) |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
It ain't nothing but a Gangsta,
It ain't nothing but a Gangsta, It ain't nothing but a Gangsta, Where my nigga 2Pac, What's up nigga, It ain't nothing but a Gangsta, It ain't nothing but a Gangsta, It ain't nothing but a Gangsta, It ain't nothing but a Gangsta, Party It ain't nothing but a Gangsta, Party It ain't nothing but a Gangsta, Party This ain't nothing but a Gangsta, Party It ain't nothing but a Gangsta, Party It ain't nothing but a Gangsta, Party |
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from Snoop Dogg - Dead Man Walking (2001)
Now... who got the beat that makes ya bump?
And who got the bump that ya thump? Well, I got the funk that makes ya bump So we gon funk this motherfucker right on up Well here's a toast to the boogie while I step on in So put your lighters in the air and let the smoke kick in I got the motion, the potion and once ?? hit the groove everything is in motion We coastin through the neighborhood and lookin around And all of my homies on lock down, we keep it underground Man, I done foudn the only way to put mine down is to dip, skip with the homies from the Dogg Pound Sup, Bow-Wow, how my nigga feelin? Oh, I'm on the money mission to get a pocket full of millions Like Sicilians, we do it mafioso Doggy style, Dogg Pound, Death Row is the logo I do it by my lonely cause I'm true to the code Plus I die with the homies cause that's all I really know Who started with me, who departed with me Through thick and thin we heartless-ass G's Regardless, let's see with biphocles, let's try the locals And y'all wonder why they despise my vocals I fooled you like crystals, rap spittin like lips do When I dismiss you, me and my click, fool Chorus: May I (may... I), may I funk with you? (repeat x4) To be a high rolla, you need a pistola And about a half a key of some Coca Cola Now that I got older, I got a little colder And I don't trip to get a chip off my nigga's shoulder Million dreams of a gangsta, being like Cagney A bowlie for Snoop Doggy Ain't no follow-up, man, I'm a general, so when I put it down I gots to be so orignal I'm quick to bust, just like Daz Dillinger But that's the little homie, I'm the big homie, Snoop Don Corleone Spit three words up in lightning As long as I'm bouncin with this I know you like it Fo' sho tho, you can't take my fo-do' I'm layin around in the DPG in a grey photo Get pushed around downtown in the back of a car The Double R from the Durwood store Chorus Well in verse three, the worst see? After part two, know when I stop the clock there be a heart, too And just the two of us, gonna show you how we do, I thought you knew we bust I demolish, stay polished, no time to rust No dividing, multiplying cause it's never too much, like Luthor Cause ya see ain't no loser that can get the scoop on the supa-dupa Snoop I refuse the tactics, you ain't used to drastics I choose to mash like Land Cruisers You know I isn't the bomb digga-dee, bomb-beeze They can't get with the D-O double G You no MC slash master of ceramonies Runnin thangs, pullin strings callin Snoop pesky Lesson, blessin', stressin' manifest me Don't wanna test me, I'm guaranteed to let it rest, see? Chorus x3 May I? |
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from Snoop Dogg - Dead Man Walking (2001)
Intro:
G shit, LBC shit, remember how it used to be? Mmm, you remember so much No we didn't, see if you can remember this shit 1982 now what was I to do All I wanna do ic claim RTC Cuz all of my homies from ICG So we gon do this thang for tha LBC Cuz we all one love and yeah this tha dub On my eleven gettin slicker Buyin liquor from a non-liquor store Quick to dick a hoe and get tha big homie for a 64 He ain't gon miss it though Cuz I'm too slick for him to notice it was gone But I fucked up and scraped his chrome Now he's tryin to take my dome Hangin out all in front of my home Now I got to getsome of my chrome on my own Now it's really on Cuz I'm a dome this nigga and get him for his shit Put tha switches on his riches Now his bitch is my bitch Ain't that a trip how I'm a crip But I won't hesitate to test another rip See thats the plan I was brainwashed not to know But nigga fuck what you goin through this 2-0 And by tha time I'm 17 if I ain't in tha pin I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin again Ridin, hoo-bangin like Mack 10 Back on tha streets again and strapped in I'm lookin for tha niggas wit tha wrong fingas up Nigga I don't give a fuck, nigga I don't give a fuck em Straight bang, bang, bang, bangin, bangin Chorus: Shoot em up, shoot em up bang bang It's all fair in tha gang bang x2 I feel like livin it up I mean will like livin it up, you know Bang to tha boogie and boogie to tha bang Tha sound of mi nina when she feel tha need to sang I got a gang of bitches who ride for me now Not to mention tha homeboys locked down in tha p now See now tha road get shaky but you can't break Watch out for them hoodrats, snakes Cus E told me a little story that left me kinda hurt The lil homie did too much dirt and got worked Now he's on the run and dyin of thirst Stayin at his girls spot on 21st And when he gets snitched on that ain't tha worst Cuz he might not make it to tha last verse But meanwhile back in tha p now Me and my niggas is representin LBC style Straight hoo-bangin and slangin cigarettes I shank ya baby brotha just to get a rep We straight bangin *Chorus x4 This is Dogg Pound for life This is Dogg Pound for life, yeah right What you join tha game for you lil busta Now you wanna cross us out and disrespect us Musta thought we was bustas or sumthin I drop two niggas I don't need you niggas Thats tha one thang I learned about tha gang bang If you gon gang bang Ya gots to be able to bang like yourself man So whether you bangin for crip or blood You better bang for sumthin young thug Cuz you'll get banged on not by bangas But by Johnny Law cuz they love to hang us I hear ya I ride wit ya dogg if you can get me to tha border My baby mama flipped out and dipped out wit my daughter I oughta trip on that bitch I oughta flip on that bitch I can't trip cuz she look like my daughter and shit So I'm a load up my clip and go ridin high And every police car that I see ridin by I autograph their car wit my brand new lid Drinkin to tha set and hope my dogg young have head Throwin up DPG for L-I-F-E cuz thats all I see Wit love for the LB chorus (w/ Snoop) |
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from Snoop Dogg - Dead Man Walking (2001)
Chorus: You remind me of somebody I used to know, I used to know Snoop ***talkin w/ chorus*** Ya'll ain't even gonna believe this shit man Remember that bitch I had That little light skined bitch Yea this bitch was a trip You know how she loved to sucked a niggas dick Every once in a while this bitch got to the point to Where she thought she was gonna be getting Some here and there I told her I wasnt tryin to have that and the bitch wipped out So check this out Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg I'm at home, layin low Everything is everything watin on my hoe I know its hard to imagne yet a nigga on my status Had a night like tonight look here I'm glad Came to an end My girlfriend slid into the bedroom with a women Come in, is what she said closed the door and jumped in the bed Baby would of gave a nigga head insted of flippin and trippin I run along with the PG, hm and that's on DP I mean what could I say, what could I do Anything I say and do is a catch 22 and I knew I had a clue Of some type of suspion Tuesday night when I see you up a peanuts fishin' I wasnt really trippin At first I wasn't gonna go dippin Then I said dame look at all these bitches I went inside couldnt believe my eyes Snatch up four fly bitches, time to ride Tell by the earl pull the Bently in front Hit me with a G thang, fuck a blunt Ridin at the highway, thangs going my way Tell the bitches that be goin to my place Fellin like Teddy Pendagrass on the freeway Get my dicked knocked off, in a G way Yea they know the program its a set and lovin each other and lovin my dick It's a trip but I don't see nothin wrong with it So you could work your thang would you Snoop and I'm sip this drank, thank and recoop Cuz when you close the bar down you know what {you know what} Baby you a star know Hook 2X: Snoop w/ chorus I can't fuck no head doctor I don't give a fuck even if the bitch is proper She might be cute, she might be thick but she will get G'd if she don't suck dick Verse Two: Swoop G Man I wanted the fly When it come to what these women say You know I'm the coldest Cuz I spit that shit you niggas thank Like proper, pimpin', prevence for preformances I have the baddest bitch go get my grip Go walk the strips, her ten toes touch the payment for mine You know the time, cuz when it's time to make the payment of mine My bitch grind, make that G's stack come back and gimme that All of that proper amount yea, my full count and know she wants to have sex with me I told her please sell my piece make my portion a fee and I'm put you in position for victory As long as you follow directions carefully So I flossed her a month, nephew you know whats up I keep a bad broad servin that raw and uncut So I send her up in peanuts for the trickin She ran in this nigga and some bitches Who talkin bout he gone pay in a real way No more be said, break off the big heads and you can get that, hit that, and spit that Boss up muthafucka and you can pimp that Hook: Swoop G w/ chorus I can't fuck no head doctor I don't give a fuck even if the bitch is proper She might look cute, she might be thick but she fuck with Swoop The bitch gon get pimped I can't fuck no head doctor I don't give a fuck even if the bitch is proper She mignt look cute, she might be thick but she fuck with Swoop So you know she gettin' pimped **Snoop & {Swoop} talkin** Hook 2X: Snoop w/ chorus I can't fuck no head doctor I don't give a fuck even if the bitch is proper She might be cute, she might be thick but she will get G'd if she don't suck dick |
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from Snoop Dogg - Dead Man Walking (2001)
(Chorus:3X)
Cuz were all a little strong In the beach where the papers long but as for me I only G when I'm buss'n rocks Now when I wake up in the morining and I get up out my bed I fell good, oh yes I do Cause I still can give it up for you {What up cuz} (Chorus) Cuz where all a little strong In the beach where the papers long but as for me I only G when I'm buss'n rocks {Dogg Pound} Cuz were all a little strong In the beach where the papers long but as for me I only G when I'm Buss'n rocks {So take that} (Verse One:) You know you gotta have heart I told you niggas from the start If I'm still in it I'm in it for life Always stay down and keep my muthafucking game tight Cuz ever since elementary or was it pre school cool I was a muthafuckin fool I had to have papers it was routine A young nigga on a mission for them collard greens I shake niggas, break niggas, make niggas , shank theyselves For fuckin with my wealth and it'll catch on Cuz if it don't it's on and cuz I ain't even slippin when I'm all alone Sittin back laughin' in the chronic zone Clown me ya gone Surround me it's on and it's the same old song Niggas paper so long They call him Snoop Capone So if you want me, get me , got me Should of had shot him but now they call me Snoop Gotti and that's all I LBC betta yet That's all I DPGC (Chorus:2X Hook w/ chorus) Yea Eastside Yea Westside Yea Eastside, for life (Verse Two) I'm slappin bones Tryin to get some bones With some dogg pound gangstas in front of my home Bigg 6, bigg 5 3's with ya bitch My girls in the kitchen cookin up some fish I'm blastin at this nigga that was trippin Knuckle head nigga, thought I was slippin but I wasn't slippin I was on deck I blast his ass peck peck know his shirts wet Dead gone lights out With no remorse, I had to take him out I'm laughin at this shit cause it was funny Fuckin with the dogg I take your life and your money and now I dip too my spot and set up shop with yo rocks and bet nobody speak on the 8-7 Cuz still all dogg go to heaven From my hood to your hood Game reconize it's all to the good So heres a toast to the indo Doing it like it's the thang to do I thought you knew (Chorus: 2X Hook w/ chorus) Eastside, westside Yea Eastside for life (Chorus:2X) (Verse Three) Freestylin C-stylin Snoop and Pooh comin through fixin to take you to the island Where the bitches and the bud come free and everybody listen to the D-O double G Hoes on my dick, niggas on my nuts People be lovin me because I drop cuts That makes sense and make big money See Snoop is that nigga who don't half to play funny but I got yo honey up under my wing Cuz she like that song that the bow wow sing I'll put her in a cling I won't buy her a ring but I'll put her on a hoe stroll make me and even if she never saw me befo Theres just no way that she can tell me no You know my game unbelievable baby and it's strong enough to make your grandmama pay me **Snoop talking** You know what I'm sayin Is this the question that you have to ask Only the strong survive but you gotta ask the question See why the survivors Eastsidaz yea (Chorus:4X Hook 2X w chorus) Yea Eastside Westside Yea Eastside for life **Snoop talkin** DPGC West coast Gangsta shit DJ Pooh That nigga Snoop Dogg DPGC yea Old school to the new school West coast rules fool You betta ask sombody DPGC ya Yea (Chorus to fade) |
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from Snoop Dogg - Dead Man Walking (2001)
[Snoop Dogg]
Southern hospitality Yea (This that south shit boy) Y'all know how we do this (shit) What up fool This for all my boys in Mississippi Magnolia, McConnell (fightin south you know) This for all my boys in Tennessee (tell 'em) Holler at ya boy when I get there (MJG and Eightball) All my playas in Houston Atlanta GA (Georgia boys, in the hou-) (We'll say sup to that New Orleans clique out there) [Snoop Dogg] It's a Sunday a fun day, one day Away from Monday, and all day ain't no gunplay And everything is alright outside (why) Cuz ? put his speech down and got all the brothers to ride For one cause, and that's how it is y'all Wise on up to rise on up dawg Each one teach one, let the lesson be taught It ain't my fault your homie Tommy Boy got caught If he was slicker than grease, he woulda been at peace Instead tryna ride while the war was at cease [Daz Dillinger] When me and Snoop was kids we always knew this kid named Tommy His parents died left him with gangit kinds of money But Tommy was a hustler from around the way Stayed on the northside of town, is where he say He payed attention to whatever, they was games so clever If the situation was bad it can only get better He ran around the dope house [Snoop Dogg (Daz)] So he put us up on his scheme He knew that we was riders so he wanted us on his team (Uh, poor Tommy) Getcha money, size team (uh) Getcha money man (He was out to get paid) Getcha money man (Poor Tommy) Getcha money man (Me and Snoop on his team) (Get paid) Gotta have that money man (Getcha money man) Getcha money man (Getcha money man) [Snoop Dogg] Tommy was a rider, big money Tommy had everything, it wasn't funny All the younger G's used to look up to him But there was no way, that the bigger ones could do him They would try him, try him, everytime he was slick But he never would slip, he always had his grip And if he did, he'd get away cuz he was just to fast Homie up Tommy, Tommy, Tommy's out to mash Get it, get it, get it, cuz ya gotta have it And when ya get make sure ya grab it and stab it Maintain it, brain it, the way ya gots to Cuz this is somethin to rock to [Daz] Man, we sacked up dollars and Caddies, Omiscious muggin 'em for him We had to gather up cash - whoever owed it to him The hitman had hit us, niggas runnin shit, and never wantin to quit us, when the machine gun spit Now we really deep in the game, now it's murder and drugs No names involved when that nigga caught a slug Tommy told us forget it, that he's always down wit us The problems of the murder will be aquitted (young nigga) [Snoop Dogg] Now word on the streets is that Machine Gun Tommy, ridin on big ballers for a pasttime hobby So if ya havin money, and ya smoke big weed First thing ya need is a security team And we provide, or should I say we ride for Tommy My compadre, and if he say "spray em", we spray So I suggest, you get with the 'PG, or find yourself layin six feet dizzy [Daz (Snoop Dogg)] We was down with big Tommy (Getcha money man.. getcha money man.. getcha money man) On the streets doing his thang, gettin paid (Getcha money man.. getcha money man..) (Getcha money man.. getcha money man..) We was down with big Tommy (Getcha money man.. getcha money man.. getcha money man) Me and Snoop still on his team, big pimps gettin paid We was down with big Tommy (Getcha money man.. getcha money man.. getcha money man) We was down with big Tommy (Getcha money man.. getcha money man..) Check me out now man [Daz] We had money, jewelry and expensive cars Niggas who didn't know us, finally know who we are We was important to the neighborhood like presidents and mass, everytime he do a lick he break us off our proper share A couple of days Tommy was on top of the world Threw a party with the homies, invited gangs of girls [Snoop Dogg] Yeah, it was off the hook ya'know We had everything from Indo to blow (Whhaaatt, you sniff blow?) Oh hell no, I got my whole life ahead of me, no time to be sniffin If Tommy find out, boy he'll be trippin So I stay A-Ok, but anyway Tommy got somethin to say, to say, to say... [Tommy talking] Aye look here mayne, What some people won't do for money Yea I had these two niggas that was on my team Ya'know, down with me like the Grey Tape It's always the niggas that's closest to ya, that be the ones that try to get'cha, ya'knowhaImsayin Shit I heard these ladies the other day say that pimpin was dead I said not in my bed bitch {*echo*} Ah-ha, that's real, I'll put that on my fiz-sound I'm a pimp 'til I die, cuz I represent the big, as well as the small ha-ha Big Timin baby {*echo*} |
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from Snoop Dogg - Dead Man Walking (2001)
When Doggy Dogg comes
You better answer (repeat 4x) Ahh, used to be a hard kid Rhyme a rhyme and tap this Sippin silver satin while we smoked on the pin head A couch was a nigga bed Mary kept a nigga fed Twenty first a nigga, yeah that's where a nigga live I'm on the GA and fucked the D.A. Why? Cause the railroad the homie easy And just cause the didn't know what (Whasup) I'm on a motherfuckin mission to come up, come up Chorus 1 - I feel like givin it up Weall like livin it up (repeat 2x) 2 - When Doggy Dogg comes You better answer 1 overlaping 2 We are living in a world Where anything can go at anytime And if you ain't up on the game Then I suggest you rearrange Cause change gone come And it ain't waitin on no one They got me plottin from the bottom With the ??? ain't no stopin' And all I want for Christmas is forty city hoppin' Is the to much to ask fo', oh no And I heard through the eastside you spend to get some dough So when you get your funk, go take to the store Take it to daddy rap cause hes a pro-fessional Guaranteed to get your shit up off the flo' Beach city rider you know, fo sho' You see that what flossin' is all about The tightest rider gone turn it out Bouncin, swirving and looking cute Dogg Pound out the moon, Johnny longing for soup Chorus 2x Everybody in my family is nervous and waitin' How can I be patience? Look at what I'm facin' They ain't the ones that gonna be riding to the station So it what it all boils down to just some inspiration Interpretation, the conversation you had with the judge Of all judges budge this And put it in perspective all praises due, true We are living in a world Where anything can go at anytime And if you ain't up on the game Then I suggest you rearrange Cause change gone come And it ain't waitin on no one For all the drama I done went through To get this to ya How do I think I was gone do ya Have you been mislead, since I asked you all to creep with me You coundn't be cause ever since its been DP LB-B.S chronic in my chest Deathrow doggystyle holding down the west With a shot of what gangstas drink And a took off for a choke off, the most kept my G's off a toast And keep LBC singing yall, DP ginging yall We and yall face it all Times living it up Snoop Dogg again and you know I'm just giving it up Chorus 2x When Doggy Dogg comes You better answer (you better answer) (repeat 15x) Fade into backround |
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from Snoop Dogg - Dead Man Walking (2001)
(Intro)
Do you think it is by accident that everytime a black leader appears on the horizon with any kind of cleverness, or charisma he's cut down? Malcom, Martin, Leadkur, I want you to arm yourself And I've asked Josh to be your bodyguard All right Dason It might be good for Joshua to seal, like he has somethin' to do So detatched from us, these are only for you (Snoop Dogg) Damn, cool, good, so good, gotta do wrong so cold should... gotta do wrong (Chorus: Snoop Dogg) It seems like I gotta do wrong before they notice me The world is filled with so much jealousy You don't know who to trust cause you might get shot (Snoop Dogg) You might get got, and you might not Make it to see a whole 'nother day, you better watch your hand and watch how you play Cause you don't know how the system might get you twisted if you don't pay attention, and you'll come up missin' I'ma give it to you - live and direct Cause I know, a million niggas doin' bad and they check They game every day but they try to find a way But somehow, some way, there ain't no pay (uh) It's the same game, from my town to your town from L.A. to Chi-Town, Baghdad (that's right) To the rebel we deliver the true game And niggas gettin' upset cause they can't maintain (player haters) Don't get mad cause I was blessed with a gift To give you people what you need and no more deep shit (that's right) Lit up, get up, sit up, I write it Then I, put you all in the mood, you invited So come on down and party with the pound (come on) You ain't never heard a nigga come around and put it down Just like the Soopa-Doopa, with no Woopers Guranteed to comin' through the party, see you visual cooper Take her to my criz-zay, what you dizzy-in' I ain't gonna discuss this, no more about to bust it And when I do it, I'm gonna touch it, no discussion It's Snoop Dogg, I got some languages aimin' for the Russians and the overseas g's, please Let me get you one of these with another ill beat (number two) I gots to do ya, like ya never been done It's Snoop Dogg representin' Funk-2-1 I'm about the gee-ist of 'em all Can you name a rapper who can fade the dog - hell nah And if you can - you're lyin' to yourself And if you lyin', you're dryin' with your cover And if you dyin, you fuckin' with your death I'm Snoop Dogg and I'm the top rapper, at the top of the shelf I leave these suckers in amazement, dazement And Death Row is still the label that pays me (Chorus: Snoop Dogg) Seems like I gotta do wrong before they notice me This world is filled with so much jealousy I don't know who to trust cause if I trust hey I might, end up shot (end up shot, hmm) (Snoop Dogg) I turn to the left and I turn to the right I see some motherfuckers 'bout to have a fight (whassup, whasssup?) What should I do? (should I do) Should I watch, uh? Or should I jump in? Or should I come with the glock? I knocks on the door, plus "Oh No" I gots to avoid the drama and take the slow-mo type of approach - I'm the team and the coach I hooks a left turn - no burn, for your concern, you gots to learn Cause Snoop is on the mic and I'ma give you what you earned And if you get it, watch me spit it I'm commited to do it and I'm a still aquitted Never ever did it, or forget it This guranteed to keep the party hittin' And I'ma give you people what you need And I'ma smoke up on just like a bag of weed And if you into the mixture and into the rapture Just sit back and listen cause Snoop Dogg's about to catch ya Snatch ya and adapt ya with the shit that I got (hmm-hmm) I'm guranteed to rock the party non-stop (that's right) You ain't never heard a rapper who can flip this script Guranteed to make the hoe's go ahead and get whipped And when they stop rockin' - they won't But if you fake the funk (youse a punk), then youse a punk (haha) You gots to keep it real with yourself baby boy (boy) Cause if you don't then you ain't labelled "The Real McCoy" I'm Snoop Dogg, yes I'm true indeed I'm guranteed to light it up and ride it up and side it up I'm guarnteed to, do my thing Everybody in the party if ya down to bang - sing What'cha wanna do, what ya gots to Cause this is somethin' to rock you (Chorus: Snoop Dogg) Seems like I gotta do wrong before they notice me This world is filled with so much jealousy I don't know who to trust cause if I trust either I might, end up shot or (end up shot, hmm) Seems like, (seems like), seems like, (seems like) I gotta do wrong Seems like, (seems like, uh), I gotta do wrong |
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from Snoop Dogg - Dead Man Walking (2001)
[Kurupt]
Now this side gangsta walk (say what?) And this is how gangsta's talk (like that?) [Breakdown: Kurupt] Tell 'em how we do, tell 'em what we do This is what we do nigga - gangsta's talk! Tell 'em one more time - gangsta talk! All the homies in the hood - gangsta talk! [Kurupt] To my nigga Eastwood - gangsta talk! Kurupt and Daz - gangsta talk! Gangsta's ride, uhh, do what gangsta's do Bandanna hangin from the rear view Too smart, know them up, hold 'em up (though) We could go head up, and I'll fold 'em up slow There's a gangsta loose, callin all cars Just left the house in some blue Allstars Passin by on them thang, it's a brown MC Niggaz goin buffin DPG (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound) Niggaz mad Dogg bumpin a bank account (wood) But I don't recognize the busta So I hit up the hood, wit one hand on the heater The other in the air, Dogg Pound gangsta's yo, we don't care I gots to watch myself - especially my health, before anything else My life, my wealth, I'ma G, and I do what gangsta's do And they do it like me and my G Tray Deee [Snoop Dogg] Bitch talkin shit, huffin a dip Call up my niggaz and say "Yo, don't even trip" DAZ and my nigga Kurupt Came through and a MC scooped me up Aiiyo, I got the ? I usually does Young Gotti in the back seat fucked up cous' Man it's ashame how my gang-gang-bang No disrespect but, hey, we want thangs In the ? lets see what quest ? seas Eightball slippin, Dogg Pound trippin Back in the mo', where we don't give a fuck My baby brother NYA, and just he got stuck By them same motherfuckers who supposed to be killin me Peelin me, and ya niggaz ain't feelin me Bad news, seem to travel fast When you on the mask, and all about'cha cash All my niggaz in the ?, gangsta talk And all my homies sippin Hen', gangsta talk If ya can't get out, and you mad as hell Say "Biatch," that'll make ya sound for real [Daz Dillinger] Haha.. Fuck wit us we, gon' hurt somebody Fuck wit us we, gon' hurt somebody Only gone, Dillinger, Young Gotti Fuck wit us we, gon' hurt somebody Cha-pow! Layin all these wack niggaz down Churned out, blowned out, work high, hell Whattup? I see my niggaz all in the cut Layed back, actin a nut, waitin 'till we 'rupt No remorse, as we bust, let her feel the dust Let 'em do what we gotta do, fuckin shit up Let it be known - Daz Dillinger, rough to the bone And all alone through ya neighborhood at high exhaust High stylin and profilin, niggaz comin after me In actuality they face the technicality Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy Everywhere a nigga die for the salary Pray to God, pray to Lord, watch after me Prepair the back sniff streets mentality It's the gang and we mad and we walk and we stalk and we do what we do after dark Niggaz keep doin what the fuck they gotta do and we do what we do when we mash wit our crew bitch (ssh!) Dillinger, willin ya and killin ya Doin what I gotta do, it's blood that I'm spillin ya (yeah) All over your floor; tell the fat guy "Ignore" Break down your door and let kick ya one more! Gangsta strait out! (bitch) To the flat like that Like whaaat, like this, like whaaat (like this, like that) [Kurupt] Now this is how gangsta's walk And this is how gangsta's talk [Daz] Whattup!? [Breakdown] [Kurupt] The homie Big Style, gangsta talk The homie Tray Deee, gangsta talk Yeah Bad Azz, gangsta talk The homie Technique, gangsta talk Supafly, gangsta talk Kurupt and Daz, gangsta talk All my hoes, gangsta talk All my bitches, gangsta talk All the homies, gangsta talk Tell 'em on more time, gangsta talk Biatch! Gangsta talk.. [Snoop Dogg] Yeah, this is how the gangsta's talk Yeah, yeah, gangsta walk All the real G's out there I know you gettin yo gangsta walk on right now Y'know all the real mack's out there gettin they gangsta talk on right now Yeah, DPG, as you can see We in the place to see We not talkin 'bout history, or biology We just talkin 'bout g-eology Strait up, gangsta walkin We just gangsta talkin DPG - we're gangsta's meant the world go.. |
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from Snoop Dogg - Dead Man Walking (2001)
[Snoop Dogg]
Uhh.. Sittin in a over crowded tank I'm tryna see which nigga these niggaz plotin to get, uhh Cause if it's me, it's on Loc, the Esse wit the black knights just got stoned And then he fell to the ground Plus, his homie's ain't around so he better get a beat down It's not a jack for his scratch or his shoes It's life in the county and the county gives plenty blues One point for the black guys They rolled him up, swelled and belled and left him with two black guys He still alive so he know what's next Any nigga they catch lookin they gon' put him to rest So I made my best to protect my chest On point all night cause if I sleep I might Not make it in this world of fools I might come up missin if I'm slippin in these County Blues 1 - Niggaz fuck around in they County Blues You might come up missin, if you snooze you lose You confused the fuckin system, when you need I be Why? Cause it's a steady rainology [Snoop Dogg] See the first verse got'cho ass scared But hold up, you gotta take a trip upstairs What are fools always wonderin? Young nigga, welcome (welcome) {*interlude*} [Snoop Dogg] I be "God damn nigga, what'chu gon' do?" Stay down for yo grits cause he who slips, gets, lick and stuck, fucked and all that Boy when you get out you betta not never come back I tell you that'll make a punk hard Put him on a killer row, where the killers kill and disregard Say you don't gang-bang Well why your homie - baby boo callin you by ya gang name? (Sup nigga?) Uhh, later that night, a whole 'nother fight But it's aiight, cause it's a nigga and a white But damn, the Esse's is deep And it look like they strait tryna creep, you peep? Creep like T-L, on the D-L But you fail, tryna tell Dabbity Bell Well, that shit was disrespectful, nigga You ran out on the brotha's That's what'chu got checked for, and deck for Nigga you'se a hoe (you'se a hoe) Uhh, and I'ma let you know (let you know) I mean, niggaz is bitches, when they get behind the wall But I ain't talkin 'bout all y'all Cause I know some niggaz from the C-P-T and some big homie's from the L-B-C and South Central Niggaz y'all know, y'all is the looniest Keep it true and ya County Blues doin this Repeat 1 {*singer's sings until fade*} |
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from Snoop Dogg - Dead Man Walking (2001)
[Technique]
By dawn's early light I shine brighter than the stars in the night And 'bout ready for a fight Come noon, I've consumed enough juice To cut loose and throw a mic to the moon Since I'm the sun, I'll make you one, it's all for fun I'm torching hot and all the same From playing war games with Saddam Hussein Now who's sane? I'm insane, my membrane's on cold-grown The tempature's rising, to fry the cells in your dome It might be on, and if you think so, you know me It's Tech Caponey, the Doggfather's little homey [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Ain't that somethin', how I got little homeys now? I remember when I was just a little bow-wow Writing for my rep, calling 'fore I step Now I put niggas in the game just to stay on deck High profile, but my style low-pro Top dogg on the Row, Doggystyle C.E.O. And I blow the best indo, that you know of So when I'm in your town, dip down, and show love You know what? What's up? Shit, I'm feeling good now You better come and get me 'fore I fall into a freestyle [Technique] They say, what's a rapper? Well nigga, what's an emcee? If they don't got the skills, then they don't roll with me Ain't that the truth?, I'm bulletproof off the roof I got a mic and a fix, that'll jack you for your tooth I'm out for rep, but how long will it last? I'm coming up quick, cause broke niggas need cash At last, I'm at the top, so I maintain now Gotta bang now, nigga this Doggystyle [Snoop Doggy Dogg] All she ever wanted was a small time, love thang Got my homey caught up in the dope game, coke game He so sprung, on top of that he young He's only thirteen years old, and the world's so cold He never took the time-out to fall down on his knees Until he fucked his G, got some keys, now they's enemies The niggas he grew up with, they put him in the game Now they 'bout to take him out the game Man it's a shame, but you know how that shit go That's life in the fast lane, that's why I roll ?? [Chorus]: Kurupt,(Snoop), <*some singing in the backgound*> I'd rather not get shot I'd rather sit in the studio and rock spots Dogg Pound, Doggystyle, we're one big family, it's all DPG (DPG) I got a G on the best bomb money can buy I ain't out for no homicides, I'm out to survive Dogg Pound, Doggystyle, one big family, it's all DPG (DPG) [Technique] (Niggas) Niggas and hoes will try to get you twisted But I'm unlisted in the books You base your life on that, you might get your life took, BLAOW! Put me in the game, I'm riding hard 'til I win Serve a crew, kill a few niggas, 'til the end I mean, I'm a fiend for superior green And all my life I got advice from a superior team I gotta stay away from the casket Don't get blasted, and tell my kids how I lasted But my crew's mafioso, so my philoso- Phy is to G to the day that I d-i-e <*echoes*> [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Snoop Dogg, smooth and imperial Wake up every morning to my Lucky Charms cerials Time's getting drastic, man I'm a flas it Dogg Pound Gangstas' choking off that boombastic Have you ever heard? I'm loose, shook the feds, like the juice, Snoop Dogg is 121st proof Fool, you's a deuce, Deuce is some Genuine Draft I'm a genuwine, like ??, and all about cash, cash, Cash, I got some free, so indeed I gets the lighter for the hash Has it ever been a time when you didn't have a dime To your name, and the only way to gain is through crime? Sometimes I used to pack, one time I got jacked by some sacs But you know I got mine, you know about the Don Corleone I'm-a survive and thank God for Lil' Spanky B. and Bone [Chorus]: Kurupt,(Snoop), <*some singing in the backgound*> <*singing in the backgound continues until the end*> |
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from Snoop Dogg - Dead Man Walking (2001)
[Protestor]
Man what the FUCK do you think we're doin here We're FED UP, we're sick of this shit! And the police ain't never gonna get anywhere man Shakin people down, shinin the lights in our eyes Treatin all of us like criminals, cause of where we live And right in front of our kids! [Spokesman] Uh sir do you know where your kids are right now? Oh, oh, oh, shabba-dooba-dee-da-dee Shab-dooba-da-da-dee-dee (Black) Oh, oh, oh, (Part of being black yo) Shabba-dooba-dee-da-dee Shab-dooba-da-da-dee-dee [Snoop Dogg] When I get up, shakin up, breakin up, takin up Tryna get my money on, tryna cake up Tryna stack up, and tryna back up Tryna pack up, I gotsta act up, and get my thang right Cuz you know, it's all part of being black No disrespect to the white, but you know When your black your black You got to do one thing and try an get some get back Uh it's the truth, it's a fact That when your black, everybody on ya back It's true, it's a fact That when your black, everybody tryna take yo stack Now watch out for the rat pack From the black, yo' niggas in the front, yo' niggas in the back Yo' niggas who got stack, and yo' niggas who got 'Lacs Yo' niggas who don't get it, but yo' niggas who pack Now you gotsta have a full game, cuz if you gone be black You gotsta watch out, cuz these niggas want stacks These niggas on a mission and they have to rat pack They don't give a fuck, cuz these niggas is black They being black about the mind, being black about paper But being all about black ain't givin you vapors And try to put you up on game and try to show ya That if you ain't black, you besta get a white lawyer Cuz I'ma tell ya and give ya the game, that being black is like being in the yang Cuz they always gone label you, always gone fable you And always gone point at you when somethin go down And I knew, that it would be me, and not jiz-ou Cuz they know that I roll, with the biggest black criz-ew And we all about gettin green but when your black tryin to get green, it's hectic, know what I'm mean? Cuz they always gonna, stop ya - drop ya - pop ya - mop ya And then they gonna sweep ya, up under the rug No more gangbangin, no more hidin out thug I'm tellin you the real, you better feel what I feel Cuz these niggas on a mission, a mission to kill And they ain't askin nobody and that's a fact You better watch out if your black [Male singer] We all people So tell me what we do to get cheated the same Oooooohhh Beware people Better watch your back and step up your game Beware, beware We all people Tell me when we gonna get cheated the same [Snoop over chorus] Uh, it's true that when your black, they out for ya stack Gotta watch ya back, cuz niggas is niggas, and that's part of being black You gotta keep ya eyes on ya stack These niggas gone getcha black, uh it's real It's a fact, cuz ya gotta watch yourself when your kinda black Be real, watch ya back, cuz if you don't these niggas gone getcha black [Snoop Dogg] Now you wonder why I put so much pressure on my brothers But niggas is niggas, and I can't put it no other - Way, just play and say what you wanna say Niggas is the same all throughout the USA I been around the world, and I came on back home And niggas is the same, they always try to get ya boy They like dogs, squabblin, tryin to get yours But if you ain't gone open it, they knock down the doors They gone take what they get, gonna get what they take And if you gone be fake, check that shit from the gate If you afraid of the dark, then stay out the alley They got blacks being blacks way out in the valley I used to be afraid, like to be shook up Cuz niggas like you always leave the game hooked up Tryna get yours, but you gone get it too fast Cuz I'ma tell ya, watch them niggas, cuz them black ass niggas on the move in the mash boy And niggas don't care cuz they out for cash and they know If they catch you slippin, they gettin you and gettin away Its part of the pay, its part of the day, they do it they way And if you black it goes on like ev-er-y-day I don't know black on black, black for black But blacks take off on blacks Blacks need to realize and wake up And see we all one color, all one game You my sister, you my brother So you my daddy, or you my mother I don't know but I know we all realated And if we stay down there's no way that they can fade it But that's just a game peice from me to y'all But if black on black gone continue to brawl Then black gone fall, then black knah Y'all better wake up and check out the black Dogg [Male singer] So Snoop Dogg speak the real It don't even make a difference if it got matching sho'real [Snoop Dogg] Uh, its like that, then your black, they out for ya stack And its a fact, when your black, ya can't come back Cuz if ya go to the hood, they watchin you They will lurk in you, they gonna get you Cuz your not payin attention, you led a nigga too much, but that nigga straight snitchin [Chorus - Male singer] We all people So tell me what we do to get cheated the same Oooooohhh Beware people Better watch your back and step up your game Beware, beware We all people Tell me when we gonna get cheated the same Beware people Better watch your back and step up your game [Snoop Dogg over chorus] Black, like that y'all, Uh too black ya'll, black It's like that ya'll Yea I'm too black ya'll It's like that y'all Haha too black y'all Yea it's like that y'all Uh it's too black y'all Yea it's like that y'all Yea it's too black y'all Yea it's like that y'all Uh, I'm too black y'all |
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from Snoop Dogg - Dead Man Walking (2001)
Snoop Dogg)
I was sittin at the pound about to eat dinner Had a hard day at the studio, I was gettin thinner My nigga Spanky-Loc was playin basketball And my niggas in the backyard, y'all about to squab my Doggz Dirty Red gets CREAM, it's a good scheme But you know it's all a part of the Corleone team I squabble...Friday cos that's what I do Dogg Pound for life nigga, uhh thought you knew But you didn't, you think I'm kiddin nigga, my Doggz scrap They get down for theirs, bring em right to the back Hit the gate don't wait and ask the homey Nate He gotta pit named Tiny mobbin behind him Now they've got Michael Corleone Oh, Kurupt he got Lonely the psycho assassin He likes to smash on, uhh And ain't no need to reach for heat cos you can't get your blast on Doggz we keep em, busters we sweep em And when it's time all my Doggz'll bite your momma We leave you niggas on stuck in paws And I'ma dedicate this one to my Doggz Remember that pit, the one I had named Petey Uhh, she got killed so I didn't need him Uhh, it's like that, what about Sweetie? He got killed too (damn) so I didn't need him It's a cold thang but it's a cold game But when you wit a Corleone name it's a cold thang Cold name, cold game ya got ta get down Cuz if you don't then you can't represent the Pound Now it's like a sport And if I get caught I'm right back in court So I gots ta keep it on the DL and don't yeezell But you know I gots tha pitbulls for seezell So if you want one, get one, holla at'cha boy quick Cuzz I'ma be on the lookout for the sell-to-dem pigs Ask my little homey Technique I 'came Scarface, Corleone killers, baby boy OG The homey Tray Deee I give him rock seat But the rest of the pits they rollin wit me We're layin low in the cut, holstered up in Chino Scrappy-Du and the crew called the Gambinos Ma bark and she'll spark up some shit real quick Just last week y'know what? She bit the shit out of me Man this bitch is a trick, I had to get cold feet To get the bitch up off me And I can't tame her and I can't blame her That's why I had to name her the top Dogg gamer Man, it's a shame-uh nigga got love for y'all But I got more love for my motherfuckin Doggz It's just.... (Chorus) Me & my Doggz (sick em), me & my Doggz (sick em) (Beware, beware) Me & my Doggz (Snoop Dogg) Now when it comes to my Doggz they stay fly like geese But as for me I'm Snoop Dogg I'm soopafly like Priest I unleash my Doggz then I tilt my brim I'm bout to trip off Locko cos he go taken my swim I think cos my CREAMy low, get back to the pound He gon' be itchin like hell to put the bite on the clown And when you look with the frown he gon' get like 1-2 And ain't a damn thang that your ass can do I think it's cos he lost his big homey Don Killer see Who ran the whole yard and gangbanged OP And leave your ass red and yeah half-Dead He's a damn fool, he'll jack you for pants leg Don't beg you're dead, and don't dare show fear Young gangsta fucked wit Scrappy and Red tore off his head And all the kid do was cry like a bitch His life was a pit and mine's in the shit (Chorus) (Beware, beware) (Sick em) It's just me & my Doggz I keep my heat in my seat, my killers in my backyard Just in case you niggas wanna fuck and try to act hard |
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from Bad Boys II (나쁜 녀석들 2) by Trevor Rabin [ost] (2003)
[Snoop Dogg - talking]
Oh, yabble dabble doo bobble This is somethin new Puff, puff, pass and the Bo$$ I mean what do you mean, what do you mean This is only the beginnin (Doggystyle, Bad Boy) [Snoop Dogg] It's a quarter past one, but it feel like two Hey young Puff, what you want your big homey ta do? Just say the word and his head spat out all over the curb It ain't nothin to a player, it's like rollin some herb Click, clack on you fags, now I'm back in the burbs I'm ready to splurge, about to put you niggaz in perms The first and the third, is the day that I usually reserve To get this money with my niggaz that bird the birds Word to curb, my nigga you can fuck what you heard You niggaz talk shit, pop that bitch, now swerve (take that) Yeah, I'm a Dogg Pound gangsta for life I'm twice as night, yep and I dump on sight Get through with ya'll as I catch my flight I got a show I gotta do out in Miami tonight With some Columbian friends of mine Maybe we'll spend some time Choppin up some million dollar shit up outta crime a mine [Snoop Dogg - Chorus] - 2X And you don't quit Ride to the rhythm of some gangsta shit And you don't stop (*two gun shots*) nigga what? nigga huh? [Loon] Uh, yeah, Loon Niggaz act like niggaz ain't clap at nigga before Like Loon never punch nigga in the jaw Nigga quick too pop shit, never been in a war Nigga get on my hot chick, start bendin the law He the same chump nigga, used to send to the store Ran off with twenty dollars, now don't send him no more He them grimey ass niggaz with the scent of a whore Tryin a scheme on a nigga, that's clean Think I'm gonna scream, but a Loon on some green nigga Infer red beam, malign nigga, splene know what I mean It's not a thing now (that's right) Do what I say, leave you by the lake, put two in your face With shit I couldn't do around Mase You better check my forte, Loon got all yahs On Broadway they givin nigga royal all day I ran through the game like Christian Foria How can the chicks ignore me, when the chicks adore me [P. Diddy] Come on now [Chorus] [P. Diddy - talking behind chorus] That's right C'mon, yeah Let's ride [Snoop Dogg] Shoot 'em up bang bang, yeah it's a cold thang Diddy want Doggy to get in my baby body man Diddy got it man, tryin a feel up his body man With a lot of thing (fuck the nigga home, *gun shots*) A matter fact he gettin potty trained Livin with his momma man Stressed and pain, no gain No fame, for a nigga like the D-O Put a couple holes in your loud mouth zero If you step to us, she'll get fucked up quick We can protect what us, that what we bustin bitch Niggaz be talkin shit, but they be walkin away (P Diddy: This Doggystyle, Bad Boy bitch) When I pull out my nine and pop some times When you see my clique in this bitch we kickin it Dogg's be rippin this Slip a clip in it, flip the script and then I'm the rap nigga bangin that here (here) [Chorus] - 6X [Snoop Dogg - talking behind Chorus - w/ variations] Ride, ride ya'll Ride, ride ya'll Bad Boy II (Fuck the world) Ride on a nigga, like bang on a nigga - repeated until end [Female Voice - harmonizes with chorus until the end] [P. Diddy - talking] - w/ variations Nigga what? Nigga huh? Nigga what? Nigga huh? Nigga what? Nigga huh? Doggystyle, Bad Boy It's just the beginnin motherfuckers Yeah, been doin this shit for decades .. [Snoop Dogg - talking] Bang, bang Ya don't quit Ya don't stop Pop, pop nigga (watch out, watch out) Shot 'em down, leave 'em on the ground for my homies Nigga be actin like hoes (*two gun shots*) |
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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
Yes...this is me
the bad bad dolomite And im ready to put me in the whitehouse.. Makre me the president, Im gonna move on my first act Im gonna get me 2000 raggedy ass painters to paint the motherfucking whitehouse black. Dolomiote...for your president. Im gonna legalize every motherfucking thing, Somone ask me how i stand on marijuanna, very high, baby, very high. How i stand on prostitution? I dont stand on it ... i lay on it. Im gonna legallize sellin pussy; sell it, sell it, sell your pussy girls. Pussy will sell' if pussy dont sell, grits aint groceries, eggs aint poultry, and Mona Lisa is a motherfucking man. |
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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
(Fuck 'em) [Snoop Dogg] Damn this shit sound low then motherfucker in my earphones. Alright, yeah that's it right there nigga. As soon as the bass hits your dome Snoop Dogg grabs the chrome And gets in your system Shootin off rhymes like a pistol Fuckin your click off with this blow This hoe, that hoe make me rich Snoop Dogg please won't you break that biach I'm back in the game gettin my dough And fuck any motherfucker that say it ain't so Do it to em be young Cause on the real dogg you the hardest nigga we um We shakin em off, breakin em off Shot him in his face and now they takin him off Here's a shoutout to those with quad out Fool we should have got out, now you gettin popped out I'm not out to diss but to get my chips And smash, pass with cash And blaze the spliff now pass the fifth For real nigga did you hear me, ya heard You ran up and got served, ha ha Now ain't that a trip (what what) You need to get up off of that bullshit C'mon [Sticky Fingaz] (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Young beast to four green Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Cock it back ya know me Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Shit on waisted Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Don't make a difference Niggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix it [Snoop Dogg] Fuck em, the scene is set (set) And it's a million bitch niggas bout to straight get wet I walk em all in the street Fuck em, I cuff they hands and blind they eyes and hog tie they feet Fuck em, with no remorse nigga cut em down Love the way we shut em down, shit it ain't funny now Used to be my buddy pal, nigga wet and bloody now Nigga where your homies now, half them niggas funny style Fuck em, it's bout to get shitty now Doggy bout to get him now cause you better sit him down Nigga what up now, you act like a bitch You bound to get fucked you trick ass snitch Fuck em, boy we on a rampage Rippin up this damn stage, yeah it's still a G thang Slammin doors, slappin hoes Cuz fuck videos, I get a hundred for shows If you ain't got the papers I ain't got the time to sit and chat about the motherfucking vapors Biach, don't even trip You need to raise up off of that bullshit C'mon [Sticky Fingaz] (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Young beast to four green Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Cock it back ya know me Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Shit on waisted Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Don't make a difference Niggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix it (Fuck 'em) |
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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
[Suga Free] No, uh-uh excuse me wait baby treat yo' cash And remind me when we get home to get goin and crack my whip and pack yo' shit befo' I 92.3 The Beat yo' ass! Naw bitch look at me when I talk to you I checked the bitch and said, "Ah-hah some shit? No ub-uh, shut up, you gon' do what I tell you to do!" Now name three motherfuckers you can call.. you cain't One pimpin that, two pimpin that, three pimpin that That bitch got off! (Say what my nigga Suga Free, what you say?) Snoop say what? (Huh?) I said I'm pimpin that, you pimpin that, she pimpin that That bitch does all! Naw, pimpin ain't easy (pimpin ain't easy) But hoein ain't hard no (hoein ain't hard no) Baby you gon' have to hoe (hoe hoe hoe) Or lady I'ma have to go (see ya, see ya!) Suga Free, bitch that don't stand for some old nice ass nigga tryin to get some pussy and you tryin to get some of this dick free I'm live ta be a old-ass pimp with cataracts Reminscin on regular park trees with the homies and slappin bitches in Cadillacs I wish you wouldn't trust me so much I wish you wouldn't trust me so much! I wish you wouldn't trust me so much I wish you wouldn't trust me so much! Heyyy [Sylk E. Fine] Now check me, I'm in a helluva situation I got LOVE for the homegirl but it ain't no escapin Now I've been waitin fo' the chance fo' me to do my thang Cause when I GO OUT baby, I GO OUT with a bang! (bang bang) Thursday night, 'bout to hang out at the House of Blues Fresh attire, new shoes, plus a new, hairdo, WHOO! I'm mesmerized by the music that they bump in the club I see my homegirl man (whas' happenin, whas' up?) lookin like he need some love And everytime I see him, he been givin me the eye Cause he my type and I'm his type and plus we love to ride Imagine that, off we left Hot sweat hot sex it ain't like we just met (ahh, yeah, yeah) Why she trust me? Since his girl went on a little trip I made his sweat drip, he made me strip It ain't my fault he in a fucked up relationship That just go to show, you never know who you dealin with Love over friendship, that's why I live my life trustless, yeah I wish you wouldn't trust me so much I wish you wouldn't trust me so much! I wish you wouldn't trust me so much I wish you wouldn't trust me so much! Heyyy [Snoop Dogg] Hmm, I spent the night at the homie's house, shit Slept in his livingroom, on his couch Nigga high'n a motherfucker burnt out (shit) Before you know it, god damn, the homie chirped out (damn!) And he ain't said shit, he just dip in his Seville as he peel Left me at the pad with his girl, damn, what the deal? Now baby got a gown on, gettin her clown on As she slid downstairs, now she takin me down home Cheatin in the next room in the homeboy's bedroom Am I wrong? Shit, on and on and on and on Now what am I to do if you was me and I was you His baby momma in my face, she shakin poo-poo, what would you do? Trust is a motherfuckin loco, shit and so is temptation, and I don't know what I'ma do Come on through (come on through) so I can cum on you (cum on you) Shit if the homey knew (if the homey knew) if the homey knew (if the homey knew) I wish you wouldn't trust me so much [Sylk] Hey now I wish you wouldn't trust me so much! [Sylk] Can't trust me, whatcha say now? [Snoop] Mo heezee up in this motherfucker Dogg I wish you wouldn't trust me so much [Sylk] Believe! [Snoop] Trust is a motherfucker [Sylk] You can't trust, whatcha say now? [Snoop] Don't trust, no bitch I wish you wouldn't trust me so much! Heyyy [Sylk] Whatcha say? [Snoop] Trust in no bitch-ass niggaz [Sylk] Whatcha say now? Can't trust Nah-na-na-nah-nah, nah-na-na-nah-nah [Sylk] Whatcha say now? Nah-na-na-nah-nah, nah-na-na-nah-nah [Sylk] Whatcha say now? Nah-na-na-nah-nah, nah-na-na-nah-nah [Sylk] Can't trust, whatcha say now? Nah-na-na-nah-nah, nah-na-na-nah-nah [Sylk] Come on yeah.. |
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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
Verse 1: Another day another dolla for the top dogg with the gold flea colla Nigga make the whole dogg world wanna holla The way they do my life and I'm steady tryin' to do more right so trife your life could disappear and if you aint careful who you fuckin' wit nigga Now reappear come here come near so you can hear what I spit So sick and tired of niggaz standin on that "G" shit and just because you on starz wit some khakis and think your rap style can out rap me and now jack me come here nigga slap yo self thats probably why yo shit still sittin' on the motherfuckin shelf and mine sold out ever since it came out blue carpet roll out, #1 no doubt, mo' clout, down south, mixin' it up with dem niggaz that don't never hesitate to bust what you niggaz tappin' on my front door for? Hmm oh you lookin' for yo hoe? (you heard) We in the hotel room doin' the zoom and let me let you know nigga my heat goes boom and my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom and my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Verse 2: I'm back on the scene, chopping green captain on the team, call me commissioner nigga so just listen up look like you bored and our boy's bridges he hangin' wit dem niggaz but dem niggaz straight bitches left a nigga hangin' at the club when it was scrap time then a week later gave him a shot on in a rap line now they in a New York rap time rapper turned snitch now you livin' on a main line money's too tight to mention but let me mention when dem niggaz in da kitchen find out he's snitchin' they gon' get him and when his homies find out he's snitchin 9 times out of 10 dat nigga gon be bitchin (you know what) you know what transformin' is switchin' and oh yeah informin is snitchin but I aint one to tell you aint heard from me I'm just an MC tryin to stay super free and my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom and my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom and my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom and my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Verse 3: Look here fool I know this game in and out and quit tryin to tell me bout dem niggaz down south don't try slide wit that west side love shit that dove shit eat a dick bitch I can can read you from the giddy I read you I took you to my home and I fed you and led you upstairs upstairs to a room with 37 niggaz that was strapped up hatin' waitin' on you nigga you the victim we don't don't pick 'em we just stick 'em and when once we get 'em we got 'em we try to rid the streets of creeps and freaks like you for all y'all snitches and bitches we gonna do the world a big favor cuz niggaz like y'all be fuckin' up the gangsta flavor and oh yeah it aint no west coast thang cuz niggaz out of town got birds that sing and my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom and my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom and my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom and my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom breakdown (echo) breakdown (echo) Top Dogg No Limit yeah LBC |
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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
Yes...this is me
the bad bad dolomite And im ready to put me in the whitehouse.. Makre me the president, Im gonna move on my first act Im gonna get me 2000 raggedy ass painters to paint the motherfucking whitehouse black. Dolomiote...for your president. Im gonna legalize every motherfucking thing, Somone ask me how i stand on marijuanna, very high, baby, very high. How i stand on prostitution? I dont stand on it ... i lay on it. Im gonna legallize sellin pussy; sell it, sell it, sell your pussy girls. Pussy will sell' if pussy dont sell, grits aint groceries, eggs aint poultry, and Mona Lisa is a motherfucking man. |
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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
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!) 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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
Yeah this shit right here sound like a love song (she was in love) A gangsta love song you feel me? Check it out (she was in love with a THUG in love!) (she was in love with a THUG in love!) Yeah gangsta uh huh! Have you ever had a pretty young saditty Black female with chips from the city? Her momma got ends and her daddy got ends And she liked to give me ends when I'm out with my friends Good girl - why do good girls like bad boys? (I don't know) When I was a kid, growin up, I never had toys And I think that she can figure that shit out (why?) Cause everytime she came to pick a nigga up Shit, she'd take a nigga out Roll around town, ask the pound, they know, look Baby was my thang, nah, she was my low-low Bought my first Rol-o, and then we took a photo together Man I hope this thang last forever We been together six months, and we ain't argued yet She lovin a nigga, steady buyin me shit And don't say shit when I dip with my click And understand, when I'm down and out may need some help with some chips Her mother approved of me, but her father he don't He probably won't, shit Pops ain't no punk Daddy's little girl be in a gangsta's world Buyin me houseshoes and khaki blues, California curls No matter what her father say, baby gon' see me It's like a jungle sometimes, that makes me Wonder like Stevie Believe me, when I say that baby was in love with a thug In love with a thug Chorus: repeat 2X (she was in love, with a THUG, in love!) Daddy I'm in love with a gangsta (she was in love, with a THUG, in love!) Momma I'm in love with a gangsta [Snoop Dogg] Mm.. I'm caught up in the middle and I don't know what to do I caught eight months in the joint, behind my crew That I gotta do and I'ma miss you Boo But I'ma write you every night and call you on the phone too Whatchu gon' do? "You know I'm gon' stay true But I'ma go ahead to college like my father want me to" Well um, off to my cell withcha body on my mind And I'ma call you back tomorrow round the same time I'm on the mainline, 9500 for short On another phoneline, holla'n at my other hoe This bitch ain't sayin SHIT, cause the bitch ain't SHIT Old fat golddiggin-ass county check receivin BEOTCH I bail up in the Day Room and get in a scrap Niggaz watchin Soul Train and I wouldn't turn it back (man fuck y'all) Never caught slippin, always on strap And now I'm back in the hole with no motherfuckin getback Sit back and contemplate, and think about baby And hope she don't get caught up in the world that's so crazy But while I'm up in Wayside, and she off in college She gettin a little mo' than a schoolgirl knowledge Cause gangsta-ass niggaz go to school nowadays I tried to make you wait, but I can't change yo' ways She fell in love with the local G And now they both in the penetentiary, she didn't mention me Chorus 2X |
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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
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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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
Man fuck them niggas, ha ha
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas Bitch I'm down with No Limit, I'll ride for the cause I'm the nigga on the tank with the big fuckin balls And if anybody fuck with Snoop Doggy Dogg I'ma make these niggas put his name on the wall And everywhere I go I got Mr. Magic here Because I know that nigga don't care He'll have that red shit pourin out your hair Nigga, any fuckin time nigga, any fuckin where Make 'em bleed is the motto that, I live by If you fuck with me it's a must you die Them niggas might goin run but them niggas can't hide It's like shootin yourself, it's a - suicide KLC rock the beat, hittin hard like burt Niggas in the Nolia know him as Big Hurt Just like Soulja Slim he'll put you in the dirt And have your picture on front of a t-shirt And when I make moves I got a hundred niggas with me Just incase a nigga out there tryin 'a get me All my niggas is down to squeeze the trigger That's why I'm down for my motherfuckin niggas Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas What you aint heard boi I ride with these niggas I die with these niggas Do a drive by with my forty five cause I'm down with these niggas Snoop Dogg and Bossalinie Don't shoot now nigga just call me when you need me Believe me, I never bite the hand that feed me Just point them niggas out and I'll leave em all on the street bleeding Bitch you fuckin with a grown man How I be done waxed you in your house and then buried you on your own land See the cops is scared to come and get me But I don't blame em cause they know I got a bunch of thug niggas with me Lookin for trouble, starting shit I'm ridin solo and I'm bustin and gettin rid of your dick See your boys ain't bout beefing When you fuckin with niggas that'll definately get you internal sleep But if you didn't get the fuckin picture (*Gunshots*) Bitch I'm down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas What niggas, them niggas, yeah dawg, you with it Fuck em, let's get em, do em, I did em We gettin nutty in this motherfucker (nutty in this motherfucker) I got my buddy in this motherfucker leave a nigga bloody in this motherfucker We in the cutty motherfucker You done done too much, you got it comin motherfucker Some of these niggas is "Bitches 2" And some of these niggas look just like you Well, where I'm from we like to ride on foes Do it from the shoulders or do it from the tools I do my dirt all by my lonely (all by my lonely) C-Murder and Magic, hell yeah them my motherfuckin homies Solo shit get thick and call me And niggas wanna act like they wanna get with Snoop Doggy Lemme let you niggas know (what's up) Shit, fuck what you goin through and fuck what you stand for Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas - |
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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
Celebrate, grab a drink and put a blunt in the sky Worldwide, nigga it's 1999 Shit out of control, sign of the times I ain't had this much fun since '79 I was only eight then, hadn't been to the penn Just a young nigga on the front of a swing Playin football up in Powly High Too young to ride but it's still Eastside Homocides didn't happen much, niggas wasn't rappin much It's 99 nigga, shit, I know you strappin up Hell motherfuckin yeah, nigga wanna see the end So next year we can do it all again Same dogg channel, same dogg time Only the strong will survive in 99 So much drama and dillusion, my conclusion is confusing Drippin on my memories, twisted off my music Tryin to make my people do things, oh yeah we do's it, we do's it Here's my number baby girl don't you lose it It's smoky in this motherfucker while we cruising And Eastside niggas is the shadiest (shadiest) But them Westside niggas is the craziest (craziest) Summertime on the grind, baby let me shine, let me shine Roll with this shit, I'm cold with this shit in my prime Nigga done time and I never dropped a motherfucking dime Be smart, fresh start is all you need First thing first, cuz, stop smoking cess weed You are what you smoke, nigga stop hating That's why you broke and that's why we celebrating But life's so hard on a G, that's what they all say But somehow someway, better days ahead, Freddy's dead And Betty said Eddie's a fed Sweaty in bed with a nine to his head And he fuckin with this hoodrat that he met up in dance Betty gettin mad cause Eddie wanna share But look at how you livin for a minute then compare I love confetti, I always stay ready Keep some killers by my side and some riders by the telli I'm ready to do now, who now, you now Eddie wasn't ready when they drew that, booyow Two down, with just one gun My nigga, and who said killin wasn't no fun I sit alone in the zone with a face of stone Live the life of Al Capone or Don Coroleone Tragically casulties and fatalities And all kinds of funny ass niggas coming after me My grand pappy once sat me on his lap and he said Sonny get your money 'fore you end up dead I never really understood what he said Until my motherfucking dogg took a slug in his head Cold way nigga gotta learn his lesson Slow down and go down, shit you know now Be smart, fresh start is all you need First things first cuz, stop smokin cess weed You are what you smoke, my nigga stop hating That's why you broke and that's why we celebrating But life's so hard on a G, that's what they all say But somehow someway, you got to make a better way (Somehow someway) You got to make a better way (You got to make a better way) You got to make a better way (You got to make a better way) You got to make a better way (You got to make a better way) You got to make a better way (Yeah, better days ahead) Better days ahead (Better days ahead) Better days ahead That's real. I feel your pain nigga. I used to be just like you nigga. Before I got off in this rap shit. Shit, nigga did anything to get a dollar. You know, but one thing I never did do. I ain't never beg a nigga for nothing or ask a nigga for nothing. I went out and got my own ya feel me? So from me to you, man to man. Better days ahead my nigga. Shit, keep the faith and get your hustle on. Cause I'm a get mine regardless. Nigga wether I'm rapping or on the streets. I gotta have it. |
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