Snoop Dogg

from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents... Doggy Style Allstars Welcometo Tha House, Vol. 1 (2002)

(Intro) I Love To Give You Light

작곡:A. Maman,Andrae Crouch,P. Brooks

2:40

from Snoop Dogg - R&G (Rhythm & Gangsta): The Masterpiece (2006)

[Minister]
Say man ay ushers, deacons, lock the do'

[singers - repeat in background of Intro w/ ad libs]
(I love, to give you light)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Geah, first of all
Givin honor to God, and all the ministers on the pulpits
Ushers, deacons, and my lovely choir
They sound so beautiful, don't you agree?
Sing it sister..
Yeah, we'd like to welcome y'all inside this R&G
Rhythm & Gangsta: The Masterpiece
Such a, heavenly experience
Alchemist, break it down for me nephew
Let me preach to 'em one time, chuuch

[Snoop Dogg]
In the beginning as a child I was chosen
Though not knowin the reason while still my eyes opened
Whatever the purpose, I surfaced above the fog
Love was given to all, outside livin the ball
As an adolescent, one black child, I had a message
to reach teachin the masses, I wrote my first passage
It was jotted down, created in the form of a rap
I'm young, livin in the city of jackers and gangbangin
and dope dealin, cold feelin to be a product of niggaz around you
Once you get on top they down you
But the temptation got me, streets caught me watchin
I found myself grindin on the streets quite often
With a blue rag, bangin the dub, fo'-fifth coffin
At the spot, 61st, 40 blocks from the Eastside
Where most of the big homies had a glock and flossed the G-ride
Niggaz throwin up hands but it wasn't no peace signs
Never fo' a second did I think to let my light shine
Hardheaded, thought I was grown, messin up
Disrespectin my home, not carin 'bout what moms what sayin
And then I found out that mom wasn't playin
Today, I love you for it, back then, I couldn't understand
Get my life right, step it up, nigga be a man
Never be a victim, of what the system might hit you with
Through the stripes still gotta shine my light
I've grown, to comprehend the game; my name is Big Snoop Boss Dogg
Just a block and a phone call away
I've reached the status, of a modern day John Baptist
I'm preachin just what I practice
To each and all, I got a word from the Beach to acros the globe
Man woman young and old
Don't gain the world, lose your soul to spite
Many circumstances Doggy gon' shine my light cause I love you

[singers - repeat in background of Outro w/ ad libs]
(I love, to give you light)

[Outro: Minister]
And the people that is locked up, locked down
And the people that's locked dowwwwwn
Also God, should purchase the new, Escalade
On 24's, with the spinnin thangs, ha ha
I need you to, right now, look at your neighbors
Cause a lot of y'all think y'all goin to heaven huh
And you ain't gon' go!
So I need you right now to, look at your neighbor
and say neighbor, say NEIGH-BOR, YOU AIN'T GOIN!!
YOU AIN'T GOIN!!

[Minister]
Say man ay ushers, deacons, lock the do'

[singers - repeat in background of Intro w/ ad libs]
(I love, to give you light)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Geah, first of all
Givin honor to God, and all the ministers on the pulpits
Ushers, deacons, and my lovely choir
They sound so beautiful, don't you agree?
Sing it sister..
Yeah, we'd like to welcome y'all inside this R&G
Rhythm & Gangsta: The Masterpiece
Such a, heavenly experience
Alchemist, break it down for me nephew
Let me preach to 'em one time, chuuch

[Snoop Dogg]
In the beginning as a child I was chosen
Though not knowin the reason while still my eyes opened
Whatever the purpose, I surfaced above the fog
Love was given to all, outside livin the ball
As an adolescent, one black child, I had a message
to reach teachin the masses, I wrote my first passage
It was jotted down, created in the form of a rap
I'm young, livin in the city of jackers and gangbangin
and dope dealin, cold feelin to be a product of niggaz around you
Once you get on top they down you
But the temptation got me, streets caught me watchin
I found myself grindin on the streets quite often
With a blue rag, bangin the dub, fo'-fifth coffin
At the spot, 61st, 40 blocks from the Eastside
Where most of the big homies had a glock and flossed the G-ride
Niggaz throwin up hands but it wasn't no peace signs
Never fo' a second did I think to let my light shine
Hardheaded, thought I was grown, messin up
Disrespectin my home, not carin 'bout what moms what sayin
And then I found out that mom wasn't playin
Today, I love you for it, back then, I couldn't understand
Get my life right, step it up, nigga be a man
Never be a victim, of what the system might hit you with
Through the stripes still gotta shine my light
I've grown, to comprehend the game; my name is Big Snoop Boss Dogg
Just a block and a phone call away
I've reached the status, of a modern day John Baptist
I'm preachin just what I practice
To each and all, I got a word from the Beach to acros the globe
Man woman young and old
Don't gain the world, lose your soul to spite
Many circumstances Doggy gon' shine my light cause I love you

[singers - repeat in background of Outro w/ ad libs]
(I love, to give you light)

[Outro: Minister]
And the people that is locked up, locked down
And the people that's locked dowwwwwn
Also God, should purchase the new, Escalade
On 24's, with the spinnin thangs, ha ha
I need you to, right now, look at your neighbors
Cause a lot of y'all think y'all goin to heaven huh
And you ain't gon' go!
So I need you right now to, look at your neighbor
and say neighbor, say NEIGH-BOR, YOU AIN'T GOIN!!
YOU AIN'T GOIN!!

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10 Lil' Crips

작곡:C. Broadus,P. Williams

3:15

from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)

(chours) 10 lil crip niggas runnin outside all from the durf and they bangin out rise far from the scrub cuz they from the east side where they dont die they just muiltiply so (so) dont give them niggas reason to trun it in ta spray season (what) dont give them niggas a reason cuz they turn it to grip season (snoop dogg verse 1) the gangstas bacc the bank is fat the gangsta mac in a gangsta lacc hmm fools be like break off some chesse friends and enimes all nigga please fucc u thought who brought you up stop you stucc to much pop drop you plucc its all simuilar to gettin laid on yo bacc on tha motha fuccin case sprayed i grinded from a shine bout my bisness lunatic on dis shit and i get ignet go on and proceed to squeez with e's wanna b's they cant belive how i leave look into the mind of a nigga thats crazy 17 years old still a baby gangsta real they pop the pill you cap bacc young motha fucka you like dat (chours) 10 lil crip niggas runnin outside all from the durf and they bangin out rise far from the scrub cuz they from the east side where they dont die they just muiltiply so (so) dont give them niggas reason to trun it in ta spray season (what) dont give them niggas a reason cuz they turn it to grip season (snoop dogg verse 2) wake up in tha mornin lookin funni and shit i fucc a honney dip cuz i got money to get anit no books anit no help anit no role dis stay foucs young homie dats da code to dis keep a strap in ya pocket when you dip through the dap cuz its a million matha fuckas tryna get you down alot of pain in this game cocane is the fame if ya money right thier you might you a chain but if ya money low theirs only one way ta go jack a rapper at a loco rap radio show so mean so clean crip back to tha slots den brag to da homie show'em what you got its a gangsta jack and gangsta lack and they thought we just gangsta rap (ha-ha) yea nigga we take yo snacks ya shobe dadobe habube and yo scooby snacks it's like (chours) 10 lil crip niggas runnin outside all from the durf and they bangin out rise far from the scrub cuz they from the east side where they dont die they just muiltiply so (so) dont give them niggas reason to trun it in ta spray season (what) dont give them niggas a reason cuz they turn it to grip season (snoop dog verse 3) its a whole lot of fillin when you on da east side on da east side nigga we ride its a whole lot of dillin when you on da east side in da east side nigga we ride its a whole lot of stillin when you on da east side in da east side nigga we ride its a whole lot of killin when ya on da east side, east side yea nigga we ride (chours) 10 lil crip niggas runnin outside all from the durf and they bangin out rise far from the scrub cuz they from the east side where they dont die they just muiltiply so (so) dont give them niggas reason to trun it in ta spray season (what) dont give them niggas a reason cuz they turn it to grip season they say it crazy out here it anit no more fun icant walk no where with out my gun

(chours) 10 lil crip niggas runnin outside all from the durf and they bangin out rise far from the scrub cuz they from the east side where they dont die they just muiltiply so (so) dont give them niggas reason to trun it in ta spray season (what) dont give them niggas a reason cuz they turn it to grip season  (snoop dogg verse 1) the gangstas bacc the bank is fat the gangsta mac in a gangsta lacc hmm fools be like break off some chesse friends and enimes all nigga please fucc u thought who brought you up stop you stucc to much pop drop you plucc its all simuilar to gettin laid on yo bacc on tha motha fuccin case sprayed i grinded from a shine bout my bisness lunatic on dis shit and i get ignet go on and proceed to squeez with e's wanna b's they cant belive how i leave look into the mind of a nigga thats crazy 17 years old still a baby gangsta real they pop the pill you cap bacc young motha fucka you like dat  (chours) 10 lil crip niggas runnin outside all from the durf and they bangin out rise far from the scrub cuz they from the east side where they dont die they just muiltiply so (so) dont give them niggas reason to trun it in ta spray season (what) dont give them niggas a reason cuz they turn it to grip season  (snoop dogg verse 2) wake up in tha mornin lookin funni and shit i fucc a honney dip cuz i got money to get anit no books anit no help anit no role dis stay foucs young homie dats da code to dis keep a strap in ya pocket when you dip through the dap cuz its a million matha fuckas tryna get you down alot of pain in this game cocane is the fame if ya money right thier you might you a chain but if ya money low theirs only one way ta go jack a rapper at a loco rap radio show so mean so clean crip back to tha slots den brag to da homie show'em what you got its a gangsta jack and gangsta lack and they thought we just gangsta rap (ha-ha) yea nigga we take yo snacks ya shobe dadobe habube and yo scooby snacks it's like   (chours) 10 lil crip niggas runnin outside all from the durf and they bangin out rise far from the scrub cuz they from the east side where they dont die they just muiltiply so (so) dont give them niggas reason to trun it in ta spray season (what) dont give them niggas a reason cuz they turn it to grip season  (snoop dog verse 3) its a whole lot of fillin when you on da east side on da east side nigga we ride its a whole lot of dillin when you on da east side in da east side nigga we ride its a whole lot of stillin when you on da east side in da east side nigga we ride its a whole lot of killin when ya on da east side, east side yea nigga we ride  (chours) 10 lil crip niggas runnin outside all from the durf and they bangin out rise far from the scrub cuz they from the east side where they dont die they just muiltiply so (so) dont give them niggas reason to trun it in ta spray season (what) dont give them niggas a reason cuz they turn it to grip season  they say it crazy out here it anit no more fun icant walk no where with out my gun

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10 Lil' Cups

from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)

1800

featuring Lil Jon

3:36

from Snoop Dogg - Malice N Wonderland (2009)

yeah
they ain't ready for this one nephew
lil jon(hey) snoop dogg(un huh)
turn this shit up nigga(let's go)

1800 im blunted for sho
we get on you hoes everybody here turnt
1800 im blunted for sho
we get on you hoes everybody here turnt
well nigga im burnt lil mama what it do
yeah nigga im burnt lil mama what it do
shorty you burnt lil mama what it do
if a nigga make a move lil mama comin to

1800 im blunted for sho snoop d.o dub
pocket full of dub all my niggas dubs rollin
on candy feelin like mesquare bitches can't
stand me hey
my niggas turnt up im a beast bitch west coast
im on the east bitch when im in the place the
hoes lose it they say they love me and the music
the spot jerkin they be gettin low she wanna roll
that's what im here fo i threw a grand up and watch it
come down that ain't for you bitch i like to hear the
sound now put your hands up i wanna see you work
she blew a kiss i blew that perp im geeked up girl
im on my tip to my niggas all on and ima get you

1800 im blunted for sho
we get on you hoes everybody here turnt
1800 im blunted for sho
we get on you hoes everybody here turnt
well nigga im burnt lil mama what it do
yeah nigga im burnt lil mama what it do
shorty you burnt lil mama what it do
if a nigga make a move lil mama comin to

1800 im blunted for show snoop d.o. dub im higher
than a mug cameras goin off all the chickens want
hugs and when im on the bill i for show feel the club
everybody know me nigga im a star long beach lakers
see the faces in the car pimpin what it do she poppin
like a pill 1800 then my hand made it spill your party
on E if snoopy don't come you smoke about a zone
i smoke about a drum burnt in the club my hands on
her thigh a eastside nigga put his hood in the sky
she like what i say i like what she do turn that ass around
and drop it like a fool im geeked up girl im on my tip to
the homies all on but ima get you

1800 im blunted for sho
we get on you hoes everybody here turnt
1800 im blunted for sho
we get on you hoes everybody here turnt
well nigga im burnt lil mama what it do
yeah nigga im burnt lil mama what it do
shorty you burnt lil mama what it do
if a nigga make a move lil mama comin to

1800 im blunted for show snoop. d.o. dub turn that shit up
i don't buy bub tekelia got me going burnt in the club and
everybody knowin nigga im a boss i do what i do millionaire
status nigga who is you my locs on right baby look at me
she like how i talk i get it from the p lil jon did it the party
going dumb put it in the air listen to the drums snoop dogg said
it we gettin turnt up switch us all around gettin burnt up look
at how i do i grab her by the waist whisper in her ear then i
touch her on her face im geeked up girl im on my tip to
everybody on but ima get you

yeah 
they ain't ready for this one nephew 
lil jon(hey) snoop dogg(un huh) 
turn this shit up nigga(let's go)

1800 im blunted for sho 
we get on you hoes everybody here turnt 
1800 im blunted for sho 
we get on you hoes everybody here turnt 
well nigga im burnt lil mama what it do 
yeah nigga im burnt lil mama what it do 
shorty you burnt lil mama what it do 
if a nigga make a move lil mama comin to

1800 im blunted for sho snoop d.o dub 
pocket full of dub all my niggas dubs rollin 
on candy feelin like mesquare bitches can't 
stand me hey 
my niggas turnt up im a beast bitch west coast 
im on the east bitch when im in the place the 
hoes lose it they say they love me and the music 
the spot jerkin they be gettin low she wanna roll 
that's what im here fo i threw a grand up and watch it 
come down that ain't for you bitch i like to hear the 
sound now put your hands up i wanna see you work 
she blew a kiss i blew that perp im geeked up girl 
im on my tip to my niggas all on and ima get you

1800 im blunted for show snoop d.o. dub im higher 
than a mug cameras goin off all the chickens want 
hugs and when im on the bill i for show feel the club 
everybody know me nigga im a star long beach lakers 
see the faces in the car pimpin what it do she poppin 
like a pill 1800 then my hand made it spill your party 
on E if snoopy don't come you smoke about a zone 
i smoke about a drum burnt in the club my hands on 
her thigh a eastside nigga put his hood in the sky 
she like what i say i like what she do turn that ass around 
and drop it like a fool im geeked up girl im on my tip to 
the homies all on but ima get you

1800 im blunted for show snoop. d.o. dub turn that shit up 
i don't buy bub tekelia got me going burnt in the club and 
everybody knowin nigga im a boss i do what i do millionaire 
status nigga who is you my locs on right baby look at me 
she like how i talk i get it from the p lil jon did it the party 
going dumb put it in the air listen to the drums snoop dogg said 
it we gettin turnt up switch us all around gettin burnt up look 
at how i do i grab her by the waist whisper in her ear then i 
touch her on her face im geeked up girl im on my tip to 
everybody on but ima get you

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2 Minute Warning

1:54

from Snoop Dogg - Malice N Wonderland (2009)

[gun cocks]

[Snoop Dogg]
Sometimes I feel lost like a runaway, read over the dire
Reap while I stay gettin Richard like Pryor
Need to put the gun away cause I got priors
It's hard to stay rollin when the world full of riders
Bullet tip on fire, flyin down sunset
Motivated to win, like I ain't won yet
Think shit over? Hell naw I ain't done yet
I L-B-see y'all prayin that a G fall
Tonight it's goin down like free fall
Chevy bouncin up and down like a fuckin see-saw
Trippin off hate, no Hee-Haw
All blacks locs on the loc actin like I don't see y'all
Doing that shit to demean Dogg
But when I bring it to you, you be like "What you mean Dogg?"
Then we go back and forth, like it's ping-pong
Knowin I should just ring ya bell, ding dong!
But that's one thing about this shit partner
Every move is so watched by these rich boxers
So why should I lose all my rich sponsors?
I'm gone then you suddenly hip-hoppin?
Sheeit, sip the gin then I'm in the wind
Pop a beam like a M&M
So strong yet a nigga thin
Rappers stay sayin Slim so Shady but ain't talkin Eminem
So fuck you, him, and him
I was gangbangin befo' a nigga entered in
No facade, I went from the yard
to a three-car garage to, instant menage it's
vintage, relentless, I mean this, I promise
No Suge, No Dre, I'da did this regardless
And thats what I'm supposed to think
Flinch at me like I'm supposed to blink
Motherfucker this Crip still, hard to swallow like a big pill
Pushin 40's still a big deal
Ponytail still swangin, hair still braided
Laker to a Clipper I won't be faded
Nigga! So buzz on that shit
Backflip back to plaque shit
Blue red white to black shit, but for the green
I send a whole motherfuckin team to clap shit
React to mack shit, problem, terrorist
Fuck this rap shit! [gun blasts]

[Outro]
Shots fired
Suspect down
Request EMT immediately [ambulance siren]

[gun cocks]

[Snoop Dogg]
Sometimes I feel lost like a runaway, read over the dire
Reap while I stay gettin Richard like Pryor
Need to put the gun away cause I got priors
It's hard to stay rollin when the world full of riders
Bullet tip on fire, flyin down sunset
Motivated to win, like I ain't won yet
Think shit over? Hell naw I ain't done yet
I L-B-see y'all prayin that a G fall
Tonight it's goin down like free fall
Chevy bouncin up and down like a fuckin see-saw
Trippin off hate, no Hee-Haw
All blacks locs on the loc actin like I don't see y'all
Doing that shit to demean Dogg
But when I bring it to you, you be like "What you mean Dogg?"
Then we go back and forth, like it's ping-pong
Knowin I should just ring ya bell, ding dong!
But that's one thing about this shit partner
Every move is so watched by these rich boxers
So why should I lose all my rich sponsors?
I'm gone then you suddenly hip-hoppin?
Sheeit, sip the gin then I'm in the wind
Pop a beam like a M&M
So strong yet a nigga thin
Rappers stay sayin Slim so Shady but ain't talkin Eminem
So fuck you, him, and him
I was gangbangin befo' a nigga entered in
No facade, I went from the yard
to a three-car garage to, instant menage it's
vintage, relentless, I mean this, I promise
No Suge, No Dre, I'da did this regardless
And thats what I'm supposed to think
Flinch at me like I'm supposed to blink
Motherfucker this Crip still, hard to swallow like a big pill
Pushin 40's still a big deal
Ponytail still swangin, hair still braided
Laker to a Clipper I won't be faded
Nigga! So buzz on that shit
Backflip back to plaque shit
Blue red white to black shit, but for the green
I send a whole motherfuckin team to clap shit
React to mack shit, problem, terrorist
Fuck this rap shit! [gun blasts]

[Outro]
Shots fired
Suspect down
Request EMT immediately [ambulance siren]

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2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted (Live) [Tupac Shakur Tribute]

from Snoop Dogg - Live At Coachella 2012 [live] (2013)

20 Dollars To My Name

4:08

from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)

Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars shit
Check this out

20 dollars to my name
Deep in this dice game
I dust off my knees
I fucked off two g's
Nothing left to do, but buy some shells for my glock
Why? so I can rob every known dope spot
I'm having hard times, grit, and grind
Shit I'm tyring to get mine
Ain't nothing to lose plus I'm living on the frontline
It's a cold twist the way that shit goes
Gotta keep your hands on some motherfuckin' fetty yo
And keep a down bitch for when your money run out
And get you gun out
And shoot'em up till they come out
I'm blowing in the wind
It feels good my friend
Silkk brought the Gin & Juice and my nigga chipped in
I'm amongst killers with a dub in my pocket loc
A drug dealer at the same time i love to smoke
But if I wasn't in this rap game
Would a nigga Snoop Dogg have 20 dollars to his name

*Now 20 dollars to my name in this game of drugs
And the only thing we now is gan bangers and thugs
If my yale don't sell how shall we proceed
Because we can't slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed

*Repeat

I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with what?
With this automatic rocket
Gotta have it to pop it,unlock it, and take me up a hostage
Let'em now this itch of my finger is worser than jock itch
Extended glock clips allow me to cop chips
Erasing cops tips and sisters that pop lip, stop this
Cold blooded killing for ??? this
Soda couldn't rock this
chop a shelf when i drop this
My ??? can't chop this
The hunger that I hold
Setting here wondering should I take it from his soul
See this here with a hole
Allowed that silencer to blow
And took motherfuckin' lives for less than twenty before

Now with this last 20 dollars I might buy me some douja
Because that weed from Magnolia still have a nigga sober
I seen my nigga nigga from way way back
Me and him used to jack and rock a rental cadillac
He sees my nick, he sees my grill, he says I'm flossin
He sees my wrist, he says damn nigga you flossin
And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the same time
So if you thinking about with me it'll be your death in ???
And why put your life in danger over 20 dollars, that's all I got
And my weed habit is so close to smoking powder it ain't worth being
shot

*Repeat

Now look, I'm fresh up out of jail it feels goo to be on the outside
I had 120 dollars, but i spent a 100 on my ride
Now the only thing I got left is 20 dollars to my name
Nigga want front me some motherfuckin' caine
I told him weed charge it 2 the game
Nigga now now I gotta be on some murder one shit
Some slum shit
Some out the projects dumb shit
some weed and blunt shit
Some I don't give a fuck shit, where it from shit
Some penitentiary solitary confinement never see no motherfuckin' sun
shit
Now I got 20 dollars to my motherfuckin' name, and I gotta get more
So I tell nigga hit the floor I'm about to pull a motherfuckin' kick
door
Now whether it's rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun totting
Y'all call me down??? do get scared I ain't flipped till my guns
smoking
It be a hustle just to eat
And it be hard on these streets
Gotta get my hustle on
Got 20 dollars y'all now that shit don't last long picture this

Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars shit
Check this out

20 dollars to my name
Deep in this dice game
I dust off my knees
I fucked off two g's
Nothing left to do, but buy some shells for my glock
Why? so I can rob every known dope spot
I'm having hard times, grit, and grind
Shit I'm  tyring to get mine
Ain't nothing to lose plus I'm living on the frontline
It's a cold twist the way that shit goes
Gotta keep your hands on some motherfuckin' fetty yo
And keep a down bitch for when your money run out
And get you gun out
And shoot'em up till they come out
I'm blowing in the wind
It feels good my friend
Silkk brought the Gin & Juice and my nigga chipped in
I'm amongst killers with a dub in my pocket loc
A drug dealer at the same time i love to smoke
But if I wasn't in this rap game
Would a nigga Snoop Dogg have 20 dollars to his name

*Now 20 dollars to my name in this game of drugs
And the only thing we now is gan bangers and thugs
If my yale don't sell how shall we proceed
Because we can't slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed

*Repeat

I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with what?
With this automatic rocket
Gotta have it to pop it,unlock it, and take me up a hostage
Let'em now this itch of my finger is worser than jock itch
Extended glock clips allow me to cop chips
Erasing cops tips and sisters that pop lip, stop this
Cold blooded killing for ??? this
Soda couldn't rock this
chop a shelf when i drop this
My ??? can't chop this
The hunger that I hold
Setting here wondering should I take it from his soul
See this here with a hole
Allowed that silencer to blow
And took motherfuckin' lives for less than twenty before

Now with this last 20 dollars I might buy me some douja
Because that weed from Magnolia still have a nigga sober
I seen my nigga nigga from way way back
Me and him used to jack and rock a rental cadillac
He sees my nick, he sees my grill, he says I'm flossin
He sees my wrist, he says damn nigga you flossin
And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the same time
So if you thinking about with me it'll be your death in ???
And why put your life in danger over 20 dollars, that's all I got
And my weed habit is so close to smoking powder it ain't worth being 
shot

*Repeat

Now look, I'm fresh up out of jail it feels goo to be on the outside
I had 120 dollars, but i spent a 100 on my ride
Now the only thing I got left is 20 dollars to my name
Nigga want front me some motherfuckin' caine
I told him weed charge it 2 the game
Nigga now now I gotta be on some murder one shit
Some slum shit
Some out the projects dumb shit
some weed and blunt shit
Some I don't give a fuck shit, where it from shit
Some penitentiary solitary confinement never see no motherfuckin' sun 
shit
Now I got 20 dollars to my motherfuckin' name, and I gotta get more
So I tell nigga hit the floor I'm about to pull a motherfuckin' kick 
door
Now whether it's rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun totting
Y'all call me down??? do get scared I ain't flipped till my guns 
smoking
It be a hustle just to eat  
And it be hard on these streets
Gotta get my hustle on
Got 20 dollars y'all now that shit don't last long  picture this

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20 Dollars To My Name

from Snoop Dogg - "Game Is To Be Sold..., The" (1998)

Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars shit
Check this out

Snoop Dogg
Nigga 20 dollars to my name
Deep in this dice game
I dust off my knees
I fucked off two g's
Nothing left to do, but buy some shells for my glock
Why? so I can rob every known dope spot
I'm having hard times, grit, and grind
Shit I'm tyring to get mine
Ain't nothing to lose plus I'm living on the frontline
It's a cold twist the way that shit goes
Gotta keep your hands on some motherfuckin' fetty yo
And keep a down bitch for when your money run out
And get you gun out
And shoot'em up till they come out
I'm blowing in the wind
It feels good my friend
Silkk brought the Gin & Juice and my nigga chipped in
I'm amongst killers with a dub in my pocket loc
A drug dealer at the same time i love to smoke
But if I wasn't in this rap game
Would a nigga Snoop Dogg have 20 dollars to his name

Choruos Fiend
Now 20 dollars to my name in this game of drugs
And the only thing we now is gan bangers and thugs
If my yale don't sell how shall we proceed
Because we can't slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed repeat

Fiend
I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with what?
With this automatic rocket
Gotta have it to pop it,unlock it, and take me up a hostage
Let'em now this itch of my finger is worser than jock itch
Extended glock clips allow me to cop chips
Erasing cops tips and sisters that pop lip, stop this
Cold blooded killing for ??? this
Soda couldn't rock this
Chop a shelf when i drop this
My ??? can't chop this
The hunger that I hold
Setting here wondering should I take it from his soul
See this here with a hole
Allowed that silencer to blow
And took motherfuckin' lives for less than twenty before

Soulja Slim
Now with this last 20 dollars I might buy me some douja
Because that weed from Magnolia still have a nigga sober
I seen my nigga, nigga from way way back
Me and him used to jack and rock a rental cadillac
He sees my nick, he sees my grill, he says I'm flossin
He sees my wrist, he says damn nigga you flossin
And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the same time
So if you thinking about with me it'll be your death in ???
And why put your life in danger over 20 dollars, that's all I got
And my weed habit is so close to smoking powder it ain't worth being
Shot

Chorus

Silkk the Shocker
Now look, I'm fresh up out of jail it feels goo to be on the outside
I had 120 dollars, but i spent a 100 on my ride
Now the only thing I got left is 20 dollars to my name
Nigga want front me some motherfuckin' caine
I told him weed charge it 2 the game
Nigga now now I gotta be on some murder one shit
Some slum shit
Some out the projects dumb shit
Some weed and blunt shit
Some I don't give a fuck shit, where it from shit
Some penitentiary solitary confinement never see no motherfuckin' sun
Shit
Now I got 20 dollars to my motherfuckin' name, and I gotta get more
So I tell nigga hit the floor I'm about to pull a motherfuckin' kick
Door
Now whether it's rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun totting
Y'all call me down??? do get scared I ain't flipped till my guns smoking
It be a hustle just to eat
And it be hard on these streets
Gotta get my hustle on
Got 20 dollars y'all now that shit don't last long picture this

Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars shit
Check this out

Snoop Dogg
Nigga 20 dollars to my name
Deep in this dice game
I dust off my knees
I fucked off two g's
Nothing left to do, but buy some shells for my glock
Why? so I can rob every known dope spot
I'm having hard times, grit, and grind
Shit I'm  tyring to get mine
Ain't nothing to lose plus I'm living on the frontline
It's a cold twist the way that shit goes
Gotta keep your hands on some motherfuckin' fetty yo
And keep a down bitch for when your money run out
And get you gun out
And shoot'em up till they come out
I'm blowing in the wind
It feels good my friend
Silkk brought the Gin & Juice and my nigga chipped in
I'm amongst killers with a dub in my pocket loc
A drug dealer at the same time i love to smoke
But if I wasn't in this rap game
Would a nigga Snoop Dogg have 20 dollars to his name

Choruos  Fiend
Now 20 dollars to my name in this game of drugs
And the only thing we now is gan bangers and thugs
If my yale don't sell how shall we proceed
Because we can't slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed  repeat

Fiend
I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with what?
With this automatic rocket
Gotta have it to pop it,unlock it, and take me up a hostage
Let'em now this itch of my finger is worser than jock itch
Extended glock clips allow me to cop chips
Erasing cops tips and sisters that pop lip, stop this
Cold blooded killing for ??? this
Soda couldn't rock this
Chop a shelf when i drop this
My ??? can't chop this
The hunger that I hold
Setting here wondering should I take it from his soul
See this here with a hole
Allowed that silencer to blow
And took motherfuckin' lives for less than twenty before

Soulja Slim
Now with this last 20 dollars I might buy me some douja
Because that weed from Magnolia still have a nigga sober
I seen my nigga, nigga from way way back
Me and him used to jack and rock a rental cadillac
He sees my nick, he sees my grill, he says I'm flossin
He sees my wrist, he says damn nigga you flossin
And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the same time
So if you thinking about with me it'll be your death in ???
And why put your life in danger over 20 dollars, that's all I got
And my weed habit is so close to smoking powder it ain't worth being 
Shot

Chorus

Silkk the Shocker
Now look, I'm fresh up out of jail it feels goo to be on the outside
I had 120 dollars, but i spent a 100 on my ride
Now the only thing I got left is 20 dollars to my name
Nigga want front me some motherfuckin' caine
I told him weed charge it 2 the game
Nigga now now I gotta be on some murder one shit
Some slum shit
Some out the projects dumb shit
Some weed and blunt shit
Some I don't give a fuck shit, where it from shit
Some penitentiary solitary confinement never see no motherfuckin' sun 
Shit
Now I got 20 dollars to my motherfuckin' name, and I gotta get more
So I tell nigga hit the floor I'm about to pull a motherfuckin' kick 
Door
Now whether it's rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun totting
Y'all call me down??? do get scared I ain't flipped till my guns smoking
It be a hustle just to eat  
And it be hard on these streets
Gotta get my hustle on
Got 20 dollars y'all now that shit don't last long  picture this

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20 Minutes

featuring Goldie Loc

3:59

from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)

[Snoop Dogg]
Hey yo Goldie Loc let me hear some dog (puff)
We gotta go some for the hood that's on the real
Yeah, this is a public service anouncement from the mathafuckin LBC
Yeah, check this out cuzz, uhm,

Hey yo Goldie Loc
let's do this for the homies in the hood
The dub, waddup
No disrespect to them other hoods
But this is where I'm from
3-2-1 I can't cum
No other way
No way, no how
You know the bowwow do it Long Beach style
To the fullest young nigga row
With my steal I cap home feeling like a O
No he didn't, yes he did
Bank your chin in her crib
This ain't no fed
But now he did
On the other side where the cowboys at
Where the brown blast black
And the black blast right back
That's a fact in the city where I'm from
You betta get ready
Caus here they kitty come cum
Nigga we can dumb on your bitchass
I ain't trippin caus I'm from the oldschool
And I never hesita to blast
See, we be innin
You gotta beginnin to win
Holla back nigga in 20 minutes

[Goldie Loc]
Gimme your mic and watch me brake these niggas
How they figga
Bustas get shot tryin to plot
Blew the dice hit them twice hit a seven
Now Snoop watch me trip when I back your eleven
Mix for licks to double my chips
Some bangers so much I got cheers even go to there
Now back up and watch me stack up my dirt
I steal like G'z when you woke up and it hurt
Watch me try matches no need for no practice
Fuck around and get straight stoned with the package
Dogg get the weed bangin
How the homies feel
If me and you left here for hangin
I feel like givin it up
Caus I'm a young nigga livin it up
Me and Snoop ain't give a fuck
20 minutes to get your C-walk on
You know I get my ride on all on his own
Check this out dog, you don't know me shit
You know I respresent the eastside Long Beach with the crip nigga

[Snoop]
Two's, O's, fo's and hoes
Nigga only fuckin with the real 2-0's
20 minutes, 20 minutes
Holla at me, 20 minutes

Deuce, fo's, hoes and clothes
Nigga only fuckin with the real 2-0's
20 minutes, 20 minutes
Holla at me, 20 minutes

[Goldie Loc]
We ride
Sliding of to the eastside
Hoo-ride, to homicide
Rollin in the G-ride
So what yall bustas gon'do
When the pimps, bangers and hustlaz smash on you
One for the money
And too for the sjizzo
I'm lil Goldie Loc that gives a fuck about a hizzo
Three to the fizzo
And five to the sizacks
My nigga snoop dogg gives a fuck about a bi-zitch
Yeah you hearded from me, mmm,
Authograve that ass
Nigga, L-A-L-G
Little Goldie Loc
Goldie locks the same thang
Smashing for the hood caus I wanted to gangbang
Will I change
Hell nah nigga
Quick to jack that ass to make my bank roll bigga

[Snoop Dogg]
Trip
I shot em down
I shot em , shot em down
And if the too damn big
Then I cut em , cut em down
Nigga where the pound
Hell yeah I'm from the pound
Nigga how that sound
Dogg pound bounce
I got homies from the dub that bang everyday
I got homies from the hood that do the same all day
I keep my feet real close to the street
And keep my hands real close to the heat
I'm not descreet when it comes to the dogg
I'm a real O like eight-ball
We C now us by the gangbangin
Crackslangin, entertain us
Sippin silver set not to contain us
Askin which one of yall niggas wanna scrap
We can do it G-style
Mathafucker strap
Just like I tought nigga
You got caught
Ol'bitchass nigga droppin all that soul
You see, first thangs first when your a grown man
You gotta get up, get out and get your own man
See, I don't owe you and you don't owe me
It's 1999 I'm the OG
Respect your G'z is what my homies told me
So I show real love to the dubs

20 minutes, 20 minutes cuzz
yeah, nigga 20 minutes cuzz
And like I said
Deuce, fo's, hoes and shows
Nigga only fuckin with the real 2-0's
Yeah 20 minutes
Holla at me nigga like I said
Two's, fo's, hoes and shows
Nigga only fuckin with the real 2-0's
20 minutes, 20 minutes
Holla at me cuzz
20 minutes
Roll, roll, roll your dubs
Eastside I-T-C
Roll your doggin doggy dogg
Nigga this D-P-G

Hey yo Goldie Loc
let's do this for the homies in the hood
The dub, waddup
No disrespect to them other hoods
But this is where I'm from
3-2-1 I can't cum
No other way
No way, no how
You know the bowwow do it Long Beach style
To the fullest young nigga row
With my steal I cap home feeling like a O
No he didn't, yes he did
Bank your chin in her crib
This ain't no fed
But now he did
On the other side where the cowboys at
Where the brown blast black
And the black blast right back
That's a fact in the city where I'm from
You betta get ready
Caus here they kitty come cum
Nigga we can dumb on your bitchass
I ain't trippin caus I'm from the oldschool
And I never hesita to blast
See, we be innin
You gotta beginnin to win
Holla back nigga in 20 minutes

[Goldie Loc]
Gimme your mic and watch me brake these niggas
How they figga
Bustas get shot tryin to plot
Blew the dice hit them twice hit a seven
Now Snoop watch me trip when I back your eleven
Mix for licks to double my chips
Some bangers so much I got cheers even go to there
Now back up and watch me stack up my dirt
I steal like G'z when you woke up and it hurt
Watch me try matches no need for no practice
Fuck around and get straight stoned with the package
Dogg get the weed bangin
How the homies feel
If me and you left here for hangin
I feel like givin it up
Caus I'm a young nigga livin it up
Me and Snoop ain't give a fuck
20 minutes to get your C-walk on
You know I get my ride on all on his own
Check this out dog, you don't know me shit
You know I respresent the eastside Long Beach with the crip nigga

[Snoop]
Two's, O's, fo's and hoes
Nigga only fuckin with the real 2-0's
20 minutes, 20 minutes
Holla at me, 20 minutes

Deuce, fo's, hoes and clothes
Nigga only fuckin with the real 2-0's
20 minutes, 20 minutes
Holla at me, 20 minutes

[Goldie Loc]
We ride
Sliding of to the eastside
Hoo-ride, to homicide
Rollin in the G-ride
So what yall bustas gon'do
When the pimps, bangers and hustlaz smash on you
One for the money
And too for the sjizzo
I'm lil Goldie Loc that gives a fuck about a hizzo
Three to the fizzo
And five to the sizacks
My nigga snoop dogg gives a fuck about a bi-zitch
Yeah you hearded from me, mmm,
Authograve that ass
Nigga, L-A-L-G
Little Goldie Loc
Goldie locks the same thang
Smashing for the hood caus I wanted to gangbang
Will I change
Hell nah nigga
Quick to jack that ass to make my bank roll bigga

[Snoop Dogg]
Trip
I shot em down
I shot em , shot em down
And if the too damn big
Then I cut em , cut em down
Nigga where the pound
Hell yeah I'm from the pound
Nigga how that sound
Dogg pound bounce
I got homies from the dub that bang everyday
I got homies from the hood that do the same all day
I keep my feet real close to the street
And keep my hands real close to the heat
I'm not descreet when it comes to the dogg
I'm a real O like eight-ball
We C now us by the gangbangin
Crackslangin, entertain us
Sippin silver set not to contain us
Askin which one of yall niggas wanna scrap
We can do it G-style
Mathafucker strap
Just like I tought nigga
You got caught
Ol'bitchass nigga droppin all that soul
You see, first thangs first when your a grown man
You gotta get up, get out and get your own man
See, I don't owe you and you don't owe me
It's 1999 I'm the OG
Respect your G'z is what my homies told me
So I show real love to the dubs

20 minutes, 20 minutes cuzz
yeah, nigga 20 minutes cuzz
And like I said
Deuce, fo's, hoes and shows
Nigga only fuckin with the real 2-0's
Yeah 20 minutes
Holla at me nigga like I said
Two's, fo's, hoes and shows
Nigga only fuckin with the real 2-0's
20 minutes, 20 minutes
Holla at me cuzz
20 minutes
Roll, roll, roll your dubs
Eastside I-T-C
Roll your doggin doggy dogg
Nigga this D-P-G

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20 Minutes (Feat. Goldie Loc)

from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)

213 Tha Gangsta Clicc

3:53

from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)

[Snoop Dogg]
Hehe, yeah that's that shit right there
Is this that shit that make a nigga just
It remind me of, matter of fact I"ma tell y'all
I wasn't gonna share this but I'll share it witch'all
Check this out

I slid up in a party where some suckers was at
Out of bounds slipping fucking with this hood rat
My homeboy told me that the bitch wasn't shit
But I didn't give a fuck 'cause this twin a Crip
The first young nigga with a baseball cap
Tried to hit a nigga up until he seen how we strut
I'm like 'Nigga, take two steps back
now lower your voice before you get pimp slapped'
I know you seen me on your MTV raps
Way back in the days when I was with Fab' Five Freddy
I told you then, I told you now, boy I stay ready
Don't sweat it, we'll get him and then met him
Talk shit for a minute then deal with him
Hail Mary, call Makavelli to come and save your ass
'cause I'ma put my Chucks up in it so quick and so fast
You use some act-right like LaBetty
and let you know that I'm the king of this motherfucking city
Like Frank White, Nino Brown, John Gotti, Tony Soprano
Joey Banana and the great Tony Montana
All of 'em mixed in one fixed to done
I like playing six-to-one
This is fun, shooting my guns, counting my funds
and walking on you bitch niggaz that run
I'm from

[Chorus - Snoop Dogg]
213 the gangsta clicc
21 motherfucking 3 nigga
All we do is the gangsta shit
Gangsta shit, biatch
213 the gangsta clicc
Haha and you know it, nigga
All we do is the gangsta shit
y'all know what's happening
Haha

[Warren G]
I shoot 'em up, I bang bang
Or we can duke 'em up but you know you can't hang
Still from the Beach, still a g thang
213 in the house and you know how we came
We came to party homie, so back up
Plus up in the club, y'all don't have a body
I bust guns, you bust guns
Difference is my bullets probably touch the sun
Want some? Come and get it
On your marks, get set, blah!
That's coming with it
They won't stop, they'll get it, you don't get it
It don't stop, still don't love bitches
My G-niggaz, holler if ya hear me (Gangstas!)
Speak it loud and clearly
If you feel me raise your cups (East Side, Long Beach)
Blaze it up
And we from

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
You can call me Lil' Meeno
Crazy motherfucker plus I'm Texas see-Notes
His finger on the trigger but it way too slow
You didn't see me coming so we missing his dome
213 and we gone
You can call me Nate King Cole
Smooth motherfucker when it come to these hos
All damn dimes up in every area codes
Gangsta shit, yep and all the hos know
When they go rolling in the stretch Navigator
We gon' get it baby girl now or later
she said she wanted to play so I played her
Made a promise to pay, but never paid her
Ain't that a hater
It's just she's a goddamn ho
And all of my niggaz know
They knowin' since '94
Wherever we go, she gon' go

[Chorus]

I slid up in a party where some suckers was at
Out of bounds slipping fucking with this hood rat
My homeboy told me that the bitch wasn't shit
But I didn't give a fuck 'cause this twin a Crip
The first young nigga with a baseball cap
Tried to hit a nigga up until he seen how we strut
I'm like 'Nigga, take two steps back
now lower your voice before you get pimp slapped'
I know you seen me on your MTV raps
Way back in the days when I was with Fab' Five Freddy
I told you then, I told you now, boy I stay ready
Don't sweat it, we'll get him and then met him
Talk shit for a minute then deal with him
Hail Mary, call Makavelli to come and save your ass
'cause I'ma put my Chucks up in it so quick and so fast
You use some act-right like LaBetty
and let you know that I'm the king of this motherfucking city
Like Frank White, Nino Brown, John Gotti, Tony Soprano
Joey Banana and the great Tony Montana
All of 'em mixed in one fixed to done
I like playing six-to-one
This is fun, shooting my guns, counting my funds
and walking on you bitch niggaz that run
I'm from

[Chorus - Snoop Dogg]
213 the gangsta clicc
21 motherfucking 3 nigga
All we do is the gangsta shit
Gangsta shit, biatch
213 the gangsta clicc
Haha and you know it, nigga
All we do is the gangsta shit
y'all know what's happening
Haha

[Warren G]
I shoot 'em up, I bang bang
Or we can duke 'em up but you know you can't hang
Still from the Beach, still a g thang
213 in the house and you know how we came
We came to party homie, so back up
Plus up in the club, y'all don't have a body
I bust guns, you bust guns
Difference is my bullets probably touch the sun
Want some? Come and get it
On your marks, get set, blah!
That's coming with it
They won't stop, they'll get it, you don't get it
It don't stop, still don't love bitches
My G-niggaz, holler if ya hear me (Gangstas!)
Speak it loud and clearly
If you feel me raise your cups (East Side, Long Beach)
Blaze it up
And we from

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
You can call me Lil' Meeno
Crazy motherfucker plus I'm Texas see-Notes
His finger on the trigger but it way too slow
You didn't see me coming so we missing his dome
213 and we gone
You can call me Nate King Cole
Smooth motherfucker when it come to these hos
All damn dimes up in every area codes
Gangsta shit, yep and all the hos know
When they go rolling in the stretch Navigator
We gon' get it baby girl now or later
she said she wanted to play so I played her
Made a promise to pay, but never paid her
Ain't that a hater
It's just she's a goddamn ho
And all of my niggaz know
They knowin' since '94
Wherever we go, she gon' go

[Chorus]

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220

featuring Goldie Loc

from Snoop Dogg - 220 (2018)

31 Flavors (With Kurupt)

4:22

from Snoop Dogg - Presents The Big Squeeze (2007)

3`s Company

featuring Chris Brown,O.T. Genasis

from Snoop Dogg - Make America Crip Again (2017)

420 (Blaze Up)

featuring Devin The Dude,DJ Battlecat,Wiz Khalifa

from Snoop Dogg - Neva Left (2017)

6 N Da Mornin

from Snoop Dogg - Thats My Work 1 & 5 (2015)

6:30	Snoop Dogg, Wiz Khalifa

4:11

from Mac And Devin Go To High School by Snoop Dogg, Wiz Khalifa [ost] (2011)

6:30	Snoop Dogg, Wiz Khalifa

4:11

from Mac And Devin Go To High School by Snoop Dogg, Wiz Khalifa [ost] (2011)

8 Ball

N.W.A

4:15

from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents My #1 Priority (2010)

"Kick that shit!" -) Flavor Flav
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!"
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*}

Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} cool kickin ass {*scratch*}
Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} "Kich that shit!"

"Pull up a chair.." -) Rakim {*echoes*}

[Verse One: Eazy-E]
I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky
Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kickin, to show my shit
Rappin holdin my dick boy, I don't quit
Crowd rockin motherfucker from around the way
I got a six-shooter, yo' mean I'm brave
Rollin through the hood, to find the boys
to kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise
Police on my drawers, I have to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls
I hook a right turn and let the boys go past
then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass!"
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips
Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
Turn the shit up had the bass cold whompin
Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton
See a big ass, and I say word
I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

I, was.. "Cool kickin ass"
I, was.. "Raised in L.A."
I, was.. "Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'" -) Eazy
{"Too, much, posse!" -) Flavor Flav}

[Verse Two: Eazy-E]
Ridin on Slausson lookin for Crenshaw
Turned down the sound, to ditch the law
Stopped at a light and had a fit
cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit
Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
Nigga on tilt cause I was drunk
See a sissy-ass punk, had to go in my trunk
Reached inside cause it's like that
Came back out with a silver gat
Fired at the punk, and it was all because
I had to show the nigga what time it was
Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage
a sissy like that got out of Dodge
Sucka on me cause the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

"Fuck it up y'all!" -) repeat 6X
{"YEAH!!!", *guitar riff* -) Beastie Boys}

[Verse Three: Eazy-E]
Olde English 800 cause that's my brand
Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can
Drink it like a madman, yes I do
Fuck the police and a 502
Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand, that's what I got
"Yo man you see Eazy earlin in the parkin lot?"
Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' hoe
Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell no!"
Called her a bitch cause that's the rule
"Bitch, who you callin a bitch?!"
Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool
You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get 'em up
I start droppin the dogs, and wathc you fold
Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold
"Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick!
Now your fly bitch is all over his dick!"
Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

"Stomp a mudhole in your ass!" -) Flavor Flav
"Stomp a mudhole in your ass, BITCH!" -) Flav

[Verse Four: Eazy-E]
Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up
and y'all listen up close to roll call
Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice
Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce
Dre makes the beats so god damn funky
Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the niggaz from C.I.A.
Crazy D is down and in effect
We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect
Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

{*scratched*} "City of Compton!"
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*}

{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched to end*}

"Kick that shit!" -) Flavor Flav
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!"
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*}

Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} cool kickin ass {*scratch*}
Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} "Kich that shit!"

"Pull up a chair.." -) Rakim {*echoes*}

[Verse One: Eazy-E]
I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky
Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kickin, to show my shit
Rappin holdin my dick boy, I don't quit
Crowd rockin motherfucker from around the way
I got a six-shooter, yo' mean I'm brave
Rollin through the hood, to find the boys
to kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise
Police on my drawers, I have to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls
I hook a right turn and let the boys go past
then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass!"
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips
Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
Turn the shit up had the bass cold whompin
Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton
See a big ass, and I say word
I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

I, was.. "Cool kickin ass"
I, was.. "Raised in L.A."
I, was.. "Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'" -) Eazy
{"Too, much, posse!" -) Flavor Flav}

[Verse Two: Eazy-E]
Ridin on Slausson lookin for Crenshaw
Turned down the sound, to ditch the law
Stopped at a light and had a fit
cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit
Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
Nigga on tilt cause I was drunk
See a sissy-ass punk, had to go in my trunk
Reached inside cause it's like that
Came back out with a silver gat
Fired at the punk, and it was all because
I had to show the nigga what time it was
Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage
a sissy like that got out of Dodge
Sucka on me cause the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

"Fuck it up y'all!" -) repeat 6X
{"YEAH!!!", *guitar riff* -) Beastie Boys}

[Verse Three: Eazy-E]
Olde English 800 cause that's my brand
Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can
Drink it like a madman, yes I do
Fuck the police and a 502
Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand, that's what I got
"Yo man you see Eazy earlin in the parkin lot?"
Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' hoe
Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell no!"
Called her a bitch cause that's the rule
"Bitch, who you callin a bitch?!"
Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool
You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get 'em up
I start droppin the dogs, and wathc you fold
Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold
"Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick!
Now your fly bitch is all over his dick!"
Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

"Stomp a mudhole in your ass!" -) Flavor Flav
"Stomp a mudhole in your ass, BITCH!" -) Flav

[Verse Four: Eazy-E]
Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up
and y'all listen up close to roll call
Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice
Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce
Dre makes the beats so god damn funky
Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the niggaz from C.I.A.
Crazy D is down and in effect
We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect
Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

{*scratched*} "City of Compton!"
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*}

{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched to end*}

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A Bitch I Knew

작곡:C. Broadus,D. Weldon,K. Gilliam

4:32

from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)

bitches will be bitches as i
smash in the chevy
its getting its getting
its getting kinda heavy
bitches will be bitches as i
smash in the chevy
its getting its getting
its getting kinda heavy
bitches will be bitches as i
smash in the chevy
its getting its getting
its getting kinda heavy
it all goes back to 85'
when start getting pussy
every day of my life
it really didn't matter
what the bitch look like
i rememeber one night
after the suga ray fight
wouldn't you believe it
dog like a retreva
i went up in this big fat
bitch named trina
she had a best freind wit
titties named vanessa
she told me to undress her
yes sa aint no pressure
lada that semester
she put me down wit a home
gurl named tanesha
she was so visious
lips so lushious
suck a nigga dick and have it
shining like some dishes
patrisha patrisha
she love da way i stick her
i take her to the movies
and now she even thicka
big bucks no wammeys
i had to meet this white
bitch her name was tammy
she lived in the valley
she couldn't understand me
but she let me dig out
a home girl named brandy
now brandy was a
cute lil thick bitch
she moved from the hood
to the 206
she broght some new tricks
flipping them squirls
in the pearls
and turning out the
nighboor hood little girls
and i seen that
so i beat the yam
so put her down bottom bitch
on my team and we began making
breaking bitches taken
what eva we wont see
she was up fo faking
its real in the field
no mastaken
and cracked a lil bitch ya
she jamacian
time and time again
she would bring me bud
and let me beat it up
listening to one love
off some jerk chicken
i got mo bitches
now im pumping her sister
its getting real suspisiouse
but the dick is good
so they wont tell
now there next door nighboor
clorisa bale
she been looking at me
i think she wanna hit
but im a hola back
because im on another bitch
im on some other shit
i got a phone call
from the motha
fucking presidint yall
he said snoop dogg
how can i fuck a bitch
and make her suck a dick
and not get caught
for the fuck of it
i told him look her
this is what you do
make that first now
you seddle a lil pussy for you
i think he got it
cause he left fast
he left his daughters
and alot of cash
and what do you know
do double g
major pimping out in dc
and im a young pimp wit
wit a lot of growing left
and you a young hoe
wit a lot of hoeing left
always keep a hoe in chech
blowing out a train reck ya
i might have to go adapt
see every little hoe i meet
the stand outs
the ones like evet
we fucked in the car
behind the bar
i shot it in her face
and it went far
my home boy charles
went up in his sister
behind the garage
i was nasty
i was freaky
i was sick
when yall was trying to hump
i was teaching her suck dick
always trying to go up
in a hoe got caught
trying to fuck at school
they asked me what i di it fo
you know just what
i told her i love pussy
and this dick is what
ishowed them and now
they threw me out now im at
now im at the pad
im at a new school
way cool new hoes
new skript fresh fish walk up
in the room and bust a
new bitch im in some new tail
when i hola back
but for now let me hola back
and hola black
shes a twelf grada
in my science class
i done seen her pussy ya
boy moving fast
see i was caught by
and i was taght by
betta move on something fast
if i thought i could
claim a dame or gain a
brain or tame a maim not wit
the same old game
see on the same old stuff
im a different cut
its what i say and do
that make the bitches
give it up
oh you wanna brag
i wanna brag to and what
you gonna do when day ask
you are you gonna tell
a lie or you gonna keep
it g or you gonna hold
it all in side like
you gonna tell on me
shit its all cool
and its all good
its just a nother day
in doggie doggie
neighboor hood
you betta watch your girl
if shes on the loose
its a 90 percent chance
that see goin to
get pimp juiced
now what it do what it is how
you living wit dat
chick when you got 4 kids
bitches will be bitches as i
smash in the chevy
its getting its getting
kinda heavy
bitches will be bitches as i
smash in the chevy
its getting its getting
kinda heavy

bitches will be bitches as i
smash in the chevy
its getting its getting
its getting kinda heavy
bitches will be bitches as i
smash in the chevy
its getting its getting
its getting kinda heavy
bitches will be bitches as i
smash in the chevy
its getting its getting
its getting kinda heavy
it all goes back to 85'
when start getting pussy
every day of my life
it really didn't matter
what the bitch look like
i rememeber one night
after the suga ray fight
wouldn't you believe it
dog like a retreva
i went up in this big fat
bitch named trina
she had a best freind wit
titties named vanessa
she told me to undress her
yes sa aint no pressure
lada that semester
she put me down wit a home
gurl named tanesha
she was so visious
lips so lushious
suck a nigga dick and have it
shining like some dishes
patrisha patrisha
she love da way i stick her
i take her to the movies
and now she even thicka
big bucks no wammeys
i had to meet this white
bitch her name was tammy
she lived in the valley
she couldn't understand me
but she let me dig out
a home girl named brandy
now brandy was a
cute lil thick bitch
she moved from the hood
to the 206
she broght some new tricks
flipping them squirls
in the pearls
and turning out the
nighboor hood little girls
and i seen that
so i beat the yam
so put her down bottom bitch
on my team and we began making
breaking bitches taken
what eva we wont see
she was up fo faking
its real in the field
no mastaken
and cracked a lil bitch ya
she jamacian
time and time again
she would bring me bud
and let me beat it up
listening to one love
off some jerk chicken
i got mo bitches
now im pumping her sister
its getting real suspisiouse
but the dick is good
so they wont tell
now there next door nighboor
clorisa bale
she been looking at me
i think she wanna hit
but im a hola back
because im on another bitch
im on some other shit
i got a phone call
from the motha
fucking presidint yall
he said snoop dogg
how can i fuck a bitch
and make her suck a dick
and not get caught
for the fuck of it
i told him look her
this is what you do
make that first now
you seddle a lil pussy for you
i think he got it
cause he left fast
he left his daughters
and alot of cash
and what do you know
do double g
major pimping out in dc
and im a young pimp wit
wit a lot of growing left
and you a young hoe
wit a lot of hoeing left
always keep a hoe in chech
blowing out a train reck ya
i might have to go adapt
see every little hoe i meet
the stand outs
the ones like evet
we fucked in the car
behind the bar
i shot it in her face
and it went far
my home boy charles
went up in his sister
behind the garage
i was nasty
i was freaky
i was sick
when yall was trying to hump
i was teaching her suck dick
always trying to go up
in a hoe got caught
trying to fuck at school
they asked me what i di it fo
you know just what
i told her i love pussy
and this dick is what
ishowed them and now
they threw me out now im at
now im at the pad
im at a new school
way cool new hoes
new skript fresh fish walk up
in the room and bust a
new bitch im in some new tail
when i hola back
but for now let me hola back
and hola black
shes a twelf grada
in my science class
i done seen her pussy ya
boy moving fast
see  i was caught by
and i was taght by
betta move on something fast
if i thought i could
claim a dame or gain a
brain or tame a maim not wit
the same old game
see on the same old stuff
im a different cut
its what i say and do
that make the bitches
give it up
oh you wanna brag
i wanna brag to and what
you gonna do when day ask
you are you gonna tell
a lie or you gonna keep
it g or you gonna hold
it all in side like
you gonna tell on me
shit its all cool
and its all good
its just a nother day
in doggie doggie
neighboor hood
you betta watch your girl
if shes on the loose
its a 90 percent chance
that see goin to
get pimp juiced
now what it do what it is how
you living wit dat
chick when you got 4 kids
bitches will be bitches as i
smash in the chevy
its getting its getting
kinda heavy
bitches will be bitches as i
smash in the chevy
its getting its getting
kinda heavy

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A Message 2 Fat Cuzz

1:40

from Snoop Dogg - Paid Tha Cost To Be Da Boss (2003)

Ya oh
I was juz told/ u get your freedom/ by telling ur enemy/ that/ ull do anything
to get ur freedom/ then ull get it/ its the only way ull get it/ when you get
that kinda attitude/ then they label u as a crazy nigro/ or theyll juz call u a
crazy nigga/ they dun say nigro/ or theyll call u an extremest or a subversive
or a sedetiast/ or a red or a radical/ but when u stay radical long enough/ and
get enough people to like u/ ull get your freedom/ so dun run around here tryin
to to make friends with someone who will deprive u of ur rights/ there not ur
friends/ no, there ur enemys/ and treat them like that/ and fight them/ and ull
get ur freedom/ and after u get ur freedom ur enemy will respect u/ and well
respect u/ and I say that with no hate/ cuz I dun have no hate in me/ I have no
hate at all/ so I say to u/ big man/ im the man u think u are/ if u wanna no
wat ill do/ figure out wat ull do and ill do the same only more of it/ nigga

A Nigga Witta Gun

from Snoop Dogg - Death Row Presents From Compion To Longbeach (2007)

A Word Witchya! (Explicit Ver.) [Intro]

작곡:Calvin Broadus,Elijah Molina,Gwendolyn G. Fuqua,M. Gaye,Sandra Elaine Greene

1:21

from Snoop Dogg - Ego Trippin' [Expicit Version] (2008)

Absolutely

4:00

from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)

[Snoop Dogg]
Me and Nate Dogg were so funky fresh
We fell off into a club to try to pop it to Daz
A lil' Moet to go with the way I'm dressed
A seven-piece outfit with a mink vest
Couple of ladies skating waiting on some info
Them white boys in the back got the indo
With a hookup, a hundredd dollars for a half ounce
I got to hit it, get it and bounce
So right back to the place that I started from
Get back hell yeah I'm hardly done
Write that on your motherfucking izzass
So hold up your glass and let's make a lil' tizoast
We brag and boast, zig-zag and smoke and keep a big bag of dope
We hold down the VIP wherever we sit
Nigga don't get mad if your ho with me

[Nate Dogg]
I'm not absolutely positive or absolutely sure
I'm not out to talk bad about your baby
I'm just tyring to be completely sure
You want to hang with us, gotta hang with us
Take ya ass to the floor
I'm trying to game a bit, sound ridiculous
Hope the ho is not yours

[Snoop Dogg]
Dancing and wining and dining a bitch
We humping bumping and grinding the shit
Nothing else to do now but to leave the club
so we can rub-a-dub-dub in my nigga Nate hot tub
Then we can grub on some barbeque
that my Uncle Rio hooked up, so call your crew
10, 11, 12, or 13, all of them bitches they belong to her team
It's so supreme you love my scheme
The way I got baby bringing Daddy all the cream
Yep, and that's the first step
And once you get that, nigga ya got that?
Pump that shit and fill up my cup and mack that bitch with the big ol' butt
Don't play with it - sway with it
And if it's cool with you, shit you know I'm okay with it

[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
Right back, baby girl I know you like that
You try to hide it but you get
Right back, come on over for a nightcap
Yes even though I'm with the right trap
Tell your man that you'll be right back
Even though we only just met
Make sure you don't forget the Jim' pack

I'm not absolutely positive or absolutely sure
I'm not out to talk bad about your baby
I'm just tyring to be completely sure
You want to hang with us, gotta hang with us
Take ya ass to the floor
I'm trying to game a bit, sound ridiculous
Hope the ho is not yours

[Chorus]

[Warren G]
Shouts out to the thugs that be back in the club
And of course lil' mama who be backing it up
We be the ones back in the Cut' smoking
Cognac in the cup, we be stroking
After the club, same routine, roll two 13s
Since her front clean yahknowimean?
Tight jeans, ice bling, no ring, no thang
Show off, show her Nate can sing
Show her how my team do our thi-dang
And how we keep Latrell Sprewells sprinning
I'm all hood so the Chucks stay on
It's all good we can do it 'til the break of dawn

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
I'm not absolutely positive or absolutely sure
I'm not out to talk bad about your baby
I'm just tyring to be completely sure
You want to hang with us, gotta hang with us
Take ya ass to the floor
I'm trying to game a bit, sound ridiculous
Hope the ho is not yours

[Snoop Dogg]
Dancing and wining and dining a bitch
We humping bumping and grinding the shit
Nothing else to do now but to leave the club
so we can rub-a-dub-dub in my nigga Nate hot tub
Then we can grub on some barbeque
that my Uncle Rio hooked up, so call your crew
10, 11, 12, or 13, all of them bitches they belong to her team
It's so supreme you love my scheme
The way I got baby bringing Daddy all the cream
Yep, and that's the first step
And once you get that, nigga ya got that?
Pump that shit and fill up my cup and mack that bitch with the big ol' butt
Don't play with it - sway with it
And if it's cool with you, shit you know I'm okay with it

[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
Right back, baby girl I know you like that
You try to hide it but you get
Right back, come on over for a nightcap
Yes even though I'm with the right trap
Tell your man that you'll be right back
Even though we only just met
Make sure you don't forget the Jim' pack

I'm not absolutely positive or absolutely sure
I'm not out to talk bad about your baby
I'm just tyring to be completely sure
You want to hang with us, gotta hang with us
Take ya ass to the floor
I'm trying to game a bit, sound ridiculous
Hope the ho is not yours

[Chorus]

[Warren G]
Shouts out to the thugs that be back in the club
And of course lil' mama who be backing it up
We be the ones back in the Cut' smoking
Cognac in the cup, we be stroking
After the club, same routine, roll two 13s
Since her front clean yahknowimean?
Tight jeans, ice bling, no ring, no thang
Show off, show her Nate can sing
Show her how my team do our thi-dang
And how we keep Latrell Sprewells sprinning
I'm all hood so the Chucks stay on
It's all good we can do it 'til the break of dawn

[Chorus]

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Affiliated

from Snoop Dogg - Coolaid (2018)

Ain't No Fun (If The Homies Can'T Have None)

featuring Kurupt,Nate Dogg,Warren G

4:06

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

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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Ain't No Fun Intro

4:07

from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)

Ain't Nut'In Personal

3:37

from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)

Kill kill kill

How many killas you got on your mother fuckin pay roll nigga?
Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and Silkk the Shocker
No limit (biatch)

Nigga nigga I'ma rida
Ride with G's
And ship keys over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that AK
In da blue tint, with a infer-red
Mother fucker gonna die tonight
That's why I smoke weed, get high tonight
Cuz I'ma No Limit soldier
With TRU datted in blood
I went to jail for years, for movin, burnin da drugs
Murda murda, kill kill
If you put me in danger
I aint trippin noo
No limit niggaz no strangers
I'ma tank representer till im history
Making playa hatas into a mother fucking memory
So throw'em up if you a soldier
And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother fucking dolja
I know you mother fucking feel me
C-murder aint gonna die, till a bitch nigga kill me

*Kill-kill-kill
Murda-murda-murda
Ain't nut'in personal tru
See it's all about respect
Kill-kill-kill
Murda-murda-murda
Im never got slippin
Keep my heat on the dash

*Repeat

Now, how many niggaz you know that can fuck around
And die and come back
They get hooked up with the number one rap label
And rap, like that
Shit I can't be duplicated
But I'm highly playa hated
And I been reinstated
And I thank god that I finally made it
Fated many niggas, just to get one back
Remember im that young nigga
That put gangsta rap on the map
Never craps, only five duices
Mix that moet, white star, with them orange juices
I hang out with real niggas
Like Silkk and C-Murder
TRU niggas, do niggas
Like you niggas
Ghetto ass, lower class
Never hesitate to blast
And im so serious about my hustlin
Gots to have my cash
Can you imagin if I was broke
Shit I wouldn't be bustin no raps
Id have my strap, running up in your door
Takin all your dough and your gold and your cars
Cuz big snoop Dogg, Aint no mother fucking rap star
See ima gangsta(gangsta) and you a notch(you a notch)
And you a sucka(bitch ass nigga), and I rock
Im draped in my army fatigue
Blowing on green trees
In the navigator, and keep the heat for them playa hatas

*Repeat (x2)

Now look at murda, murda, murda
And this kill, kill, kill
This shits real
Stay strapped and capped, to get pealed
And mama always told me
If you aint down to ride with god
Down to die with god
You aint no mother fucking soldier
No limit datted on my back and my stomach
Cuz ima mother fucking fool
Uhhh, show me love
Cuz when I make music with thugs, I make moves
Well im coming out hard
I was coming out large
Seen this guy named van
I bring the pain
Look everybody coming out stars
See now me, C, and Snoop in da coupe
In da house thinking about loop
I told niggas
Rap shit isnt bad, I blast'em, So I ask'em, I shoot
Just a young nigga bout raising hell and makin mail
If you a trip
I told you I was making this shit on bail (that's cool)
Back up nigga, cant flame that shit like drugs
And see ima nigga, im gonna hang like a nigga
Bang that shit like it was crips and bloods
Now deal weed nigga
Strapped up in my fatigue
Cant hold me down
Don't even trip my nigga Snoop
If you a soldier now
Do what ya think bitch
For this tank bitch
I stay quick and work
And I got No Limit scattered on my fucking forehead
That's why I do so much dirt

Kill kill kill

How many killas you got on your mother fuckin pay roll nigga?
Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and Silkk the Shocker
No limit  (biatch)

Nigga nigga I'ma rida
Ride with G's
And ship keys over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that AK
In da blue tint, with a infer-red
Mother fucker gonna die tonight
That's why I smoke weed, get high tonight
Cuz I'ma No Limit soldier
With TRU datted in blood
I went to jail for years, for movin, burnin da drugs
Murda murda, kill kill
If you put me in danger
I aint trippin noo
No limit niggaz no strangers
I'ma tank representer till im history
Making playa hatas into a mother fucking memory
So throw'em up if you a soldier
And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother fucking dolja
I know you mother fucking feel me
C-murder aint gonna die, till a bitch nigga kill me

*Kill-kill-kill
Murda-murda-murda
Ain't nut'in personal tru
See it's all about respect
Kill-kill-kill
Murda-murda-murda
Im never got slippin
Keep my heat on the dash

*Repeat

Now, how many niggaz you know that can fuck around
And die and come back
They get hooked up with the number one rap label
And rap, like that
Shit I can't be duplicated
But I'm highly playa hated
And I been reinstated
And I thank god that I finally made it
Fated many niggas, just to get one back
Remember im that young nigga
That put gangsta rap on the map
Never craps, only five duices
Mix that moet, white star, with them orange juices
I hang out with real niggas
Like Silkk and C-Murder
TRU niggas, do niggas
Like you niggas
Ghetto ass, lower class
Never hesitate to blast
And im so serious about my hustlin
Gots to have my cash
Can you imagin if I was broke
Shit I wouldn't be bustin no raps
Id have my strap, running up in your door
Takin all your dough and your gold and your cars
Cuz big snoop Dogg, Aint no mother fucking rap star
See ima gangsta(gangsta) and you a notch(you a notch)
And you a sucka(bitch ass nigga), and I rock
Im draped in my army fatigue
Blowing on green trees
In the navigator, and keep the heat for them playa hatas

*Repeat (x2)

Now look at murda, murda, murda
And this kill, kill, kill
This shits real
Stay strapped and capped, to get pealed
And mama always told me
If you aint down to ride with god
Down to die with god
You aint no mother fucking soldier
No limit datted on my back and my stomach
Cuz ima mother fucking fool
Uhhh, show me love
Cuz when I make music with thugs, I make moves
Well im coming out hard
I was coming out large
Seen this guy named van
I bring the pain
Look everybody coming out stars
See now me, C, and Snoop in da coupe
In da house thinking about loop
I told niggas
Rap shit isnt bad, I blast'em, So I ask'em, I shoot
Just a young nigga bout raising hell and makin mail
If you a trip
I told you I was making this shit on bail (that's cool)
Back up nigga, cant flame that shit like drugs
And see ima nigga, im gonna hang like a nigga
Bang that shit like it was crips and bloods
Now deal weed nigga
Strapped up in my fatigue
Cant hold me down
Don't even trip my nigga Snoop
If you a soldier now
Do what ya think bitch
For this tank bitch
I stay quick and work
And I got No Limit scattered on my fucking forehead
That's why I do so much dirt

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Ain't Nut'in Personal

from Snoop Dogg - "Game Is To Be Sold..., The" (1998)

Kill kill kill

[Snoop]
How many killas you got on your mother fuckin pay roll nigga?
Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and Silkk the Shocker
No limit (biatch)

[C-Murder]
Nigga, nigga I'ma rida
Ride with G's
And ship keys over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that AK
In da blue tint, with a infer-red
Mother fucker gonna die tonight
That's why I smoke weed, get high tonight
Cuz I'ma No Limit soldier
With TRU datted in blood
I went to jail for years, for movin, burnin da drugs
Murda murda, kill kill
If you put me in danger
I aint trippin noo
No limit niggaz no strangers
I'ma tank representer till im history
Making playa hatas into a mother fucking memory
So throw'em up if you a soldier
And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother fucking dolja
I know you mother fucking feel me
C-murder aint gonna die, till a bitch nigga kill me

[Chorus x2]
Kill-kill-kill
Murda-murda-murda
Ain't nut'in personal tru
See it's all about respect
Kill-kill-kill
Murda-murda-murda
Im never got slippin
Keep my heat on the dash

[Snoop]
Now, how many niggaz you know that can fuck around
And die and come back
They get hooked up with the number one rap label
And rap, like that
Shit I can't be duplicated
But I'm highly playa hated
And I been reinstated
And I thank god that I finally made it
Fated many niggas, just to get one back
Remember im that young nigga
That put gangsta rap on the map
Never craps, only five duices
Mix that moet, white star, with them orange juices
I hang out with real niggas
Like Silkk and C-Murder
TRU niggas, do niggas
Like you niggas
Ghetto ass, lower class
Never hesitate to blast
And im so serious about my hustlin
Gots to have my cash
Can you imagin if I was broke
Shit I wouldn't be bustin no raps
Id have my strap, running up in your door
Takin all your dough and your gold and your cars
Cuz big snoop Dogg, Aint no mother fucking rap star
See ima gangsta(gangsta) and you a notch(you a notch)
And you a sucka(bitch ass nigga), and I rock
Im draped in my army fatigue
Blowing on green trees
In the navigator, and keep the heat for them playa hatas

[Chorus x2]

[Silkk the Shocker]
Now look at murda, murda, murda
And this kill, kill, kill
This shits real
Stay strapped and capped, to get pealed
And mama always told me
If you aint down to ride with god
Down to die with god
You aint no mother fucking soldier
No limit datted on my back and my stomach
Cuz ima mother fucking fool
Uhhh, show me love
Cuz when I make music with thugs, I make moves
Well im coming out hard
I was coming out large
Seen this guy named van
I bring the pain
Look everybody coming out stars
See now me, C, and Snoop in da coupe
In da house thinking about loop
I told niggas
Rap shit isnt bad, I blast'em, So I ask'em, I shoot
Just a young nigga bout raising hell and makin mail
If you a trip
I told you I was making this shit on bail (that's cool)
Back up nigga, cant flame that shit like drugs
And see ima nigga, im gonna hang like a nigga
Bang that shit like it was crips and bloods
Now deal weed nigga
Strapped up in my fatigue
Cant hold me down
Don't even trip my nigga Snoop
If you a soldier now
Do what ya think bitch
For this tank bitch
I stay quick and work
And I got No Limit scattered on my fucking forehead
That's why I do so much dirt

Kill kill kill

[Snoop]
How many killas you got on your mother fuckin pay roll nigga?
Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and Silkk the Shocker
No limit  (biatch)

[C-Murder]
Nigga, nigga I'ma rida
Ride with G's
And ship keys over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that AK
In da blue tint, with a infer-red
Mother fucker gonna die tonight
That's why I smoke weed, get high tonight
Cuz I'ma No Limit soldier
With TRU datted in blood
I went to jail for years, for movin, burnin da drugs
Murda murda, kill kill
If you put me in danger
I aint trippin noo
No limit niggaz no strangers
I'ma tank representer till im history
Making playa hatas into a mother fucking memory
So throw'em up if you a soldier
And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother fucking dolja
I know you mother fucking feel me
C-murder aint gonna die, till a bitch nigga kill me

[Chorus x2]
Kill-kill-kill
Murda-murda-murda
Ain't nut'in personal tru
See it's all about respect
Kill-kill-kill
Murda-murda-murda
Im never got slippin
Keep my heat on the dash

[Snoop]
Now, how many niggaz you know that can fuck around
And die and come back
They get hooked up with the number one rap label
And rap, like that
Shit I can't be duplicated
But I'm highly playa hated
And I been reinstated
And I thank god that I finally made it
Fated many niggas, just to get one back
Remember im that young nigga
That put gangsta rap on the map
Never craps, only five duices
Mix that moet, white star, with them orange juices
I hang out with real niggas
Like Silkk and C-Murder
TRU niggas, do niggas
Like you niggas
Ghetto ass, lower class
Never hesitate to blast
And im so serious about my hustlin
Gots to have my cash
Can you imagin if I was broke
Shit I wouldn't be bustin no raps
Id have my strap, running up in your door
Takin all your dough and your gold and your cars
Cuz big snoop Dogg, Aint no mother fucking rap star
See ima gangsta(gangsta) and you a notch(you a notch)
And you a sucka(bitch ass nigga), and I rock
Im draped in my army fatigue
Blowing on green trees
In the navigator, and keep the heat for them playa hatas

[Chorus x2]

[Silkk the Shocker]
Now look at murda, murda, murda
And this kill, kill, kill
This shits real
Stay strapped and capped, to get pealed
And mama always told me
If you aint down to ride with god
Down to die with god
You aint no mother fucking soldier
No limit datted on my back and my stomach
Cuz ima mother fucking fool
Uhhh, show me love
Cuz when I make music with thugs, I make moves
Well im coming out hard
I was coming out large
Seen this guy named van
I bring the pain
Look everybody coming out stars
See now me, C, and Snoop in da coupe
In da house thinking about loop
I told niggas
Rap shit isnt bad, I blast'em, So I ask'em, I shoot
Just a young nigga bout raising hell and makin mail
If you a trip
I told you I was making this shit on bail (that's cool)
Back up nigga, cant flame that shit like drugs
And see ima nigga, im gonna hang like a nigga
Bang that shit like it was crips and bloods
Now deal weed nigga
Strapped up in my fatigue
Cant hold me down
Don't even trip my nigga Snoop
If you a soldier now
Do what ya think bitch
For this tank bitch
I stay quick and work
And I got No Limit scattered on my fucking forehead
That's why I do so much dirt

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Ain`t No Fun (Live) [Nate Dogg Tribute]

featuring Kurupt,Warren G

from Snoop Dogg - Live At Coachella 2012 [live] (2013)

Ain`T No Fun (If The Homies Can`T Have None)

from Snoop Dogg - Death Row Presents From Compion To Longbeach (2007)

Intro:

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

Verse One: Nate Dogg

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

Verse Two: Kurupt

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!

Chorus: (repeat 4X)

It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg

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

Verse Four: Warren G

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!

Chorus

Intro:

Verse One: Nate Dogg

Verse Two: Kurupt

Chorus: (repeat 4X)

It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg

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

Verse Four: Warren G

Chorus

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Akickdoe! (Explicit)

Bun-B, Mac C-Murder, Master P, Pimp C

4:34

from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents My #1 Priority (2010)

All About Damani (With Damani)

3:05

from Snoop Dogg - Presents The Big Squeeze (2007)

All Around The World

from Snoop Dogg - Thats My Work 1 & 5 (2015)

All I Ask of You

featuring Bishop Lamont,Cheve Jones,Frank Lee White the Greatest,Ice Cube,Snoop Dogg

Warren G.

3:37

from Warren G - In the Mid-Nite Hour (2009)

All My Bitches

featuring Katt Williams

from Snoop Dogg - All My Bitches [digital single] (2016)

All Or Nothing (CJ Stone & Milo.nl Remix)

from Snoop Dogg, DCat - K Del Presents DCat : All Or Nothing [ep] (2016)

All Or Nothing (Drix`s Deep Remix)

from Snoop Dogg, DCat - K Del Presents DCat : All Or Nothing [ep] (2016)

All Or Nothing (Extended Ver.)

from Snoop Dogg, DCat - K Del Presents DCat : All Or Nothing [ep] (2016)

All Or Nothing (Gregers Remix)

from Snoop Dogg, DCat - K Del Presents DCat : All Or Nothing [ep] (2016)

All Or Nothing (Jeri Nova Remix)

from Snoop Dogg, DCat - K Del Presents DCat : All Or Nothing [ep] (2016)

All The Love You Got (Andry J Remix)

from Snoop Dogg, Cue Trax - All The Love You Got [ep] (2015)

All The Love You Got (Original Mix)

from Snoop Dogg, Cue Trax - All The Love You Got [ep] (2015)

All The Love You Got (Tropical Remix)

from Snoop Dogg, Cue Trax - All The Love You Got [ep] (2015)

All The Love You Got (Wlady Remix)

from Snoop Dogg, Cue Trax - All The Love You Got [ep] (2015)

Alright

featuring Nefertitti Avani

from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents Algorithm (Global Edition) (2021)

Alright (The Global Edition)

featuring Aczino,Nefertitti Avani

from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents Algorithm (Global Edition) (2021)

Alright (The Global Edition)

featuring Joe Flizzow,Nefertitti Avani

from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents Algorithm (Global Edition) (2021)

Alright (The Global Edition)

featuring Nefertitti Avani,SAAY

from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents Algorithm (Global Edition) (2021)

Always Got Something to Say

from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents Bible of Love (2018)

Anger Management

Methods Of Mayhem

3:13

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

Another Day

featuring Butch Cassidy

Tha Eastsidaz

4:16

from Tha Eastsidaz - Snoop Dogg Presents Tha Eastsidaz (2000)

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

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

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

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

( hook )

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

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

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

( hook )

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Another Day -

featuring Butch Cassidy

4:16

from Snoop Dogg - Tha Eastsidaz (2005)

Another Summer

4:13

from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)

[Snoop Dogg]
A pool party at the church
G'd up and others barbequeing
Ain't no telling what your daddy and your momma doing
Chewing on these baby-backs popping bottles with these macks
Everybody swimming, backyard full of women
I'm entertaining folks
Gave the lil' homie twenty dollars just to shine my hundred spokes
Coke with the Hennesey tends to be the remedy
Family and friends to me
Everyone pretends to be kin to me
I can't wait until the Fourth of July
to pop some fireworks with my kids
and fly some kites high in the sky
See, it's the family reunion
And down at the church house, they giving up the annual communion

It seems we made it to another summer
Yeah we came and come up
213 is more than friends
Yeah, we like blood brothers
Riding this 'til the wheels fall off
Can you dig that?
We got this summertime anthem for y'all
We did that

[Chorus - Latoiya Williams]
We made it through winter
We made it through fall
We made it through the spring time
Tough times and all
It's good to see
I love the summer
I'm riding with the top down
Let the wind blow
Chillin' with my love
Partying fo' sho'
It feels good to see
I love the summer
Everybody if you with me sing

[Nate Dogg]
We got the game on lock
On the paper chase, can't stop
On a roll, still hot
Gotta be top notch
I like the girls 'cause they hot
Plus I know what they want
They want the game that we got
Hold up baby girl I think not
I like the nasty girls from around the way
Hoppin' in my gray drop-top Mercedes
Shouts go out to my sexy ladies
Just in case your man is hating
Tell your boy he better chill (Summertime)
Tell your boy he better chill (Summertime)

[Chorus]

[Warren G]
I'm addicted to the sunshine the way it make these women dress
Tank tops, flip flops, make this nigga love the west
Different spots, even though different, it's still crackin'
In Jamaica, Queens I sit back, live and collect the cabbage
It's an affair that every state can relate to
And if you do what I do, then go on and follow suit
From Chi-Town to Diego, all the way back to NY
Stay fly, and never miss a piece of sunshine
When I'm at the church I barbeque for my kinfolk
Watch lil' Elijah and lil' Warren run the football
Got weed, got drink, but most of all the spirit
And it's a blessin' that the world want to hear our music
The summer is an inspiration as much as the fast
And to my my nigga Snoopdewoop, I love you fam'

[Snoop Dogg]
Riding this 'til the wheels fall off
Can you dig that?
We got this summertime anthem for y'all
We did that

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, another summer
Kanye West good looking on the beat, nephew
213 reminding y'all put your guns down
Well spent summertime, let's enjoy ourselves
We just want to celebrate
You know what I'm talking about?
It's too hot for all that
Yeah 213
Moving mountains y'all haha
All the time, yeah

It seems we made it to another summer
Yeah we came and come up
213 is more than friends
Yeah, we like blood brothers
Riding this 'til the wheels fall off
Can you dig that?
We got this summertime anthem for y'all
We did that

[Chorus - Latoiya Williams]
We made it through winter
We made it through fall
We made it through the spring time
Tough times and all
It's good to see
I love the summer
I'm riding with the top down
Let the wind blow
Chillin' with my love
Partying fo' sho'
It feels good to see
I love the summer
Everybody if you with me sing

[Nate Dogg]
We got the game on lock
On the paper chase, can't stop
On a roll, still hot
Gotta be top notch
I like the girls 'cause they hot
Plus I know what they want
They want the game that we got
Hold up baby girl I think not
I like the nasty girls from around the way
Hoppin' in my gray drop-top Mercedes
Shouts go out to my sexy ladies
Just in case your man is hating
Tell your boy he better chill (Summertime)
Tell your boy he better chill (Summertime)

[Chorus]

[Warren G]
I'm addicted to the sunshine the way it make these women dress
Tank tops, flip flops, make this nigga love the west
Different spots, even though different, it's still crackin'
In Jamaica, Queens I sit back, live and collect the cabbage
It's an affair that every state can relate to
And if you do what I do, then go on and follow suit
From Chi-Town to Diego, all the way back to NY
Stay fly, and never miss a piece of sunshine
When I'm at the church I barbeque for my kinfolk
Watch lil' Elijah and lil' Warren run the football
Got weed, got drink, but most of all the spirit
And it's a blessin' that the world want to hear our music
The summer is an inspiration as much as the fast
And to my my nigga Snoopdewoop, I love you fam'

[Snoop Dogg]
Riding this 'til the wheels fall off
Can you dig that?
We got this summertime anthem for y'all
We did that

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, another summer
Kanye West good looking on the beat, nephew
213 reminding y'all put your guns down
Well spent summertime, let's enjoy ourselves
We just want to celebrate
You know what I'm talking about?
It's too hot for all that
Yeah 213
Moving mountains y'all haha
All the time, yeah

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Anxiety

Malaya

from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents Algorithm (Global Edition) (2021)

Anywhere

featuring Dodgr,Snoop Dogg,The Last Artful

Anderson .Paak

from Anderson .Paak - Oxnard (2018)

Applying Pressure

featuring Snoop Dogg

YK Osiris

from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents Algorithm (Global Edition) (2021)

Applying Pressure (The Global Edition)

featuring Lani Mo,Snoop Dogg

YK Osiris

from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents Algorithm (Global Edition) (2021)

Appreciation

4:06

from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)

[Warren G]
213
Childhood homies way back in the day
since then it's been 213 the hard way
Rapping on the street corners, young as can be
All the local groups called us Run-DMC
Me? Warren G, I was Jam Master Jay
Mixed with my big brother Dr. Dre
Now I got shouts to say
We still want Eazy like bedstyle people, we want Biggie
In memory of Tupac, Left Eye, Aaliyah
Heaven sent, say hi to my mama when you see her
Rest in peace but let's take it back to the streets
With so much drama in the LBC
It's kind of hard being a G from 213
Times was hard for a superstar
But don't nobody notice who you are
We worked hard and stayed true to the game
Kept faith, kept God and now you know our name

[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
A big shout out to all my family and friends
When times got hard, you were still be there
You give me inspiration like strength from the sun
Feel like destiny's son, yeah

[Snoop Dogg]
To be a rapper was my dream
And have a lot of money and live like a king
To have a handful of rings
And to make the kind of music that the whole world sings
Battle rap was the thing
And King Park was the spot where all the homeboys hang, bang
Just to go do our thang and form my gang
And took off white a white boy in a van to get our change
And moms knew what time it was
And loved the way her baby boy came up, 'cause
It's before I was Snoop Dogg on TV
I'm talking about when I was like a little bitty BG
Nigga me and Warren Gizzy and Nate Dizzy and Fatey Baby
are talking about eighty-threezy, flip the clock up to '93
And watch me rock the clock nonstop constantly
on MTV and BET whatever you want
Hit these niggaz with that motherfucking cheese (G-Funk)
Funk to shake ya trunk nigga from the bottom bunk
Now I'm moving on up, straight living it up
Well known in the zone and I'm still homegrown
Like Al be

Are You Ready!?

from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents... Doggy Style Allstars Welcometo Tha House, Vol. 1 (2002)

Ashtrays and Heartbreaks

featuring Miley Cyrus

from Snoop Dogg - Ashtrays and Heartbreaks [digital single] (2013)

Ashtrays and Heartbreaks

featuring Miley Cyrus

from Snoop Dogg - Reincarnated (Standard Ver.) (2013)

Awake

from Snoop Dogg - Bush (2015)

B Please (Feat. Xzibit)

from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)

B***H`S Treat

from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents... Doggy Style Allstars Welcometo Tha House, Vol. 1 (2002)

B**Ch Please (Part 2)

featuring Dr. Dre,Eminem,Snoop Dogg 작곡:Eminem

Eminem

4:48

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!!

[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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Bacc In Da Dayz

featuring Big Tray Deee

from Snoop Dogg - Neva Left (2017)

Bacc On Da Blocc

from Snoop Dogg - Thats My Work 1 & 5 (2015)

Back Up Ho (Instrumental)

4:12

from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg [single] (2001)

Back Up Ho (Explicit)

4:21

from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg [single] (2001)

Goldie Loc, remember this last shit
All these bitches wanting their bills paid
And just calling niggaz scrubs and shit
Shit we need to slide over 99 before the R2G
You know we got to come back on these hoes my nigga... That's real
With the DPGC Dogghouse Style... Eastside up, check this out babe

[Hook]
When I wake up in the morning
You give me breakfast in my bed
And when I need a little loving
You know you're quick to give me head

[Goldie Loc]
I woke up, gave it a good stretch
Call my nigga so I can see what's next
Big movie racking Goldie Loc slack-a-lackin'
Bump head in the morning had a nigga crack-a-lackin
So I call my nigga Clean Right
I know he gon have some bomb hoes tonight
But I got to get this work done don't trip the Loc is all one
Watch me get this second ??? bread with my ??? on
He tried to get with the money I was making
Tripping on my tricks now watch how they behaving

[Snoop Dogg]
You know what? Kiss me and I'll kiss you back

[Hook]
When I wake up in the morning
You give me breakfast in my bed
And when I need a little loving
You know you're quick to give me head

[Snoop Dogg]
It's six am she won't pay him but she will pay me
OG baby, baby on bullshit most of the time
Hoes did it fine, ain't she's like Ginuwine
I ain't got time to be messing around
Let's hit the hotel and straight put it down
You do me and I do you back
That's how a pimp player do it like that
I met you at the club so it couldn't be love
Come to find out you the motherf**ker scrub on the dub
And now you wanna get in my tub and get a back scrub
With Snoop d-o-dub?
Hold on, put your clothes on, bitch you ain't bout to get your doughs on
Go in the kitchen and hook me up something to eat
And put the TV on BET
And toss me a LA Times and roll one of them dimes
And make sure the radio works
And get me some orange juice with the ice in a cup
I know I'm the man damn but I'm a motherf**kin pimp and I don't give a f**k
And when I wake up in the morning, bitch you know what's up

[Hook]
When I wake up in the morning
You give me breakfast in my bed
And when I need a little loving
You know you're quick to give me head
You're the sweetest hoe I know
And I'll never let you go
Ooh ooh (ooh ooh)
You gon be my back up hoe
Ooh ooh (ooh ooh)
You gon be my back up hoe

[Hook]
When I wake up in the morning
You give me breakfast in my bed
And when I need a little loving
You know you're quick to give me head

[Goldie Loc]
I woke up, gave it a good stretch
Call my nigga so I can see what's next
Big movie racking Goldie Loc slack-a-lackin'
Bump head in the morning had a nigga crack-a-lackin
So I call my nigga Clean Right
I know he gon have some bomb hoes tonight
But I got to get this work done don't trip the Loc is all one
Watch me get this second ??? bread with my ??? on
He tried to get with the money I was making
Tripping on my tricks now watch how they behaving

[Snoop Dogg]
You know what? Kiss me and I'll kiss you back

[Hook]
When I wake up in the morning
You give me breakfast in my bed
And when I need a little loving
You know you're quick to give me head

[Snoop Dogg]
It's six am she won't pay him but she will pay me
OG baby, baby on bullshit most of the time
Hoes did it fine, ain't she's like Ginuwine
I ain't got time to be messing around
Let's hit the hotel and straight put it down
You do me and I do you back
That's how a pimp player do it like that
I met you at the club so it couldn't be love
Come to find out you the motherf**ker scrub on the dub
And now you wanna get in my tub and get a back scrub
With Snoop d-o-dub?
Hold on, put your clothes on, bitch you ain't bout to get your doughs on
Go in the kitchen and hook me up something to eat
And put the TV on BET
And toss me a LA Times and roll one of them dimes
And make sure the radio works
And get me some orange juice with the ice in a cup
I know I'm the man damn but I'm a motherf**kin pimp and I don't give a f**k
And when I wake up in the morning, bitch you know what's up

[Hook]
When I wake up in the morning
You give me breakfast in my bed
And when I need a little loving
You know you're quick to give me head
You're the sweetest hoe I know
And I'll never let you go
Ooh ooh (ooh ooh)
You gon be my back up hoe
Ooh ooh (ooh ooh)
You gon be my back up hoe

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Back Up Ho (Explicit)

from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg [digital single] (2003)

Back Up Ho (Inst.)

from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg [digital single] (2003)

Back Up Off Me

5:15

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!

[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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Back Up Off Me

featuring Master P,Mr. Magic

5:15

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

[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

[Chorus]

[Chorus] - 1/2

[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

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

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Bad Attitude (Edit Mix)

Royal Flush, Snoop Dogg

from Snoop Dogg, Royal Flush - Bad Attitude [digital single] (2015)

Bad Attitude (Extended Mix)

Royal Flush, Snoop Dogg

from Snoop Dogg, Royal Flush - Bad Attitude [digital single] (2015)

Ballers Night Out (Ballers Mix)

from Snoop Dogg - Getcha Girl Dogg [ep] (2004)

Ballin'

5:19

from Snoop Dogg - Paid Tha Cost To Be Da Boss (2003)

(feat. The Dramatics)

[Chorus 1]
Like a star slipping out of place
Sliding from the sky
Tumbling through space
When you touch my hand
I swear I feel like I'm ballin'
(Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin')
Yeh ballin'
(Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin')
Like a wheel
Whirling round and round
Rolling down a hill (rollin' down a hill)
Spinning on the ground (rollin' down a hill)
Your kissing makes me dizzy yeh
In the head (ooh yeh)
And I'm ballin'
I'm ballin'

[Verse 1]
Hmm, I love this game coz this game love me back
I'm pushing a lac, smoking sacs like a mad mac
Bringing me back, banging the 8-track track
The Dramatics and Battle Cat and Snoop like that
Big stars in big cars we pull up at the big clubs and sit at the big bars
Sippin' champaign with a bowl of cavier
Hell yeh you are, yeh you are
Say it say it, coz they all deny it
Player play it, coz you cant deny it
As fly as it get, as fly as I spit you know its the shit
It's so gangsta, gangsta bitch
Switch back to the old school, old fools know
This here thang we do so original
I got to have it, lavish
Is how we establish
On the real love one it feels good to have

[Chorus 2]
Like a rose, flippin down the street
Looking oh so sweet (lookin' oh so sweet)
Bumpin to the beat (bumpin to the beat)
These streets they keep me busy yeh
Makin' bread
And I'm ballin'
(Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin')
Yeh ballin'
(Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin')
Oh here I go!
Ballin making dough
Working for myself
Coz it thrills me so
I keep women on my line
Coz they know
That I'm ballin'
(Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin')
Yeh ballin'
(Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin')
Oh here I go!
Driving down the road
I can't help myself
Ballin' Thrills me so
Yeh you blew my mind
And I know , I'm ballin'
(Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin')
Yeh ballin'
(Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin')

[Verse 2]
Do that, who that, you that one they called on
Baller' get your ball on
It's all on now fall on to a new groove
Really aint nothing to prove
We, set the mood
Or shoot some pool
Or blaze a Cool
What? Whatup fool
Now you can cruise if you choose but I prefer to do the cha-cha
And once my small kitchen ?throw?
You know I gotcha
Watch out, no need to pull your glock out
It's a players affair, now
Look at my hair and the girls wit me
They got the same thang on
Pimp pimp parade, my nigga get your bang on
Coz my uncles about to get their sang on
And all round the world, my nigga, it's the same song
And when its time for your callin', fallin', wit no stallin'
keep it ballin'

[Chorus 3]
He starts to mill
Just rollin' tru his town
Stacking dollar bills (stacking dollar bills)
Raising dogg pound (he be raising the dog pound)
Becasuse he's loved
Loved in every city
Thats why he's ballin'
(Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin')
Yeh ballin'
(Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin')

[verse 3]
There it is coz it is there
Now have a seat and come hit the game from a player
They say time brings change and change brings time
It's so genuine and so divine
It's been so long in fact its overdue
Now tell me baby girl what can D-O-DOUBLE-G do for you
I fell for you, I'll always look over you
Theres really not much that a player would'nt do for you
So quit stallin' and fallin'
And come get a bar of some of this ballin'
Now quit stallin' and callin'
And come get yaself a bar of this ballin'

[Outro]
Yeh thats right, this is ahh, radio station 187.4 DG
Sock it to your ass
With something from The Dramatics
And Snoop Dog
Let them spot that ok
It's another one of those world premiers
Doin' it to ya doggystyle, in ya air hole
for the 2000 plus 1, yeh

(feat. The Dramatics)

[Chorus 1]
Like a star slipping out of place
Sliding from the sky
Tumbling through space
When you touch my hand
I swear I feel like I'm ballin'
(Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin')
Yeh ballin'
(Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin')
Like a wheel
Whirling round and round
Rolling down a hill (rollin' down a hill)
Spinning on the ground (rollin' down a hill)
Your kissing makes me dizzy yeh
In the head (ooh yeh)
And I'm ballin'
I'm ballin'

[Verse 1]
Hmm, I love this game coz this game love me back
I'm pushing a lac, smoking sacs like a mad mac
Bringing me back, banging the 8-track track
The Dramatics and Battle Cat and Snoop like that
Big stars in big cars we pull up at the big clubs and sit at the big bars
Sippin' champaign with a bowl of cavier
Hell yeh you are, yeh you are
Say it say it, coz they all deny it
Player play it, coz you cant deny it
As fly as it get, as fly as I spit you know its the shit
It's so gangsta, gangsta bitch
Switch back to the old school, old fools know
This here thang we do so original
I got to have it, lavish
Is how we establish
On the real love one it feels good to have

[Chorus 2]
Like a rose, flippin down the street
Looking oh so sweet (lookin' oh so sweet)
Bumpin to the beat (bumpin to the beat)
These streets they keep me busy yeh
Makin' bread
And I'm ballin'
(Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin')
Yeh ballin'
(Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin')
Oh here I go!
Ballin making dough
Working for myself
Coz it thrills me so
I keep women on my line
Coz they know
That I'm ballin'
(Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin')
Yeh ballin'
(Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin')
Oh here I go!
Driving down the road
I can't help myself
Ballin' Thrills me so
Yeh you blew my mind
And I know , I'm ballin'
(Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin')
Yeh ballin'
(Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin')

[Verse 2]
Do that, who that, you that one they called on
Baller' get your ball on
It's all on now fall on to a new groove
Really aint nothing to prove
We, set the mood
Or shoot some pool
Or blaze a Cool
What? Whatup fool
Now you can cruise if you choose but I prefer to do the cha-cha
And once my small kitchen ?throw?
You know I gotcha
Watch out, no need to pull your glock out
It's a players affair, now
Look at my hair and the girls wit me
They got the same thang on
Pimp pimp parade, my nigga get your bang on
Coz my uncles about to get their sang on
And all round the world, my nigga, it's the same song
And when its time for your callin', fallin', wit no stallin'
keep it ballin'

[Chorus 3]
He starts to mill
Just rollin' tru his town
Stacking dollar bills (stacking dollar bills)
Raising dogg pound (he be raising the dog pound)
Becasuse he's loved
Loved in every city
Thats why he's ballin'
(Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin')
Yeh ballin'
(Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin')

[verse 3]
There it is coz it is there
Now have a seat and come hit the game from a player
They say time brings change and change brings time
It's so genuine and so divine
It's been so long in fact its overdue
Now tell me baby girl what can D-O-DOUBLE-G do for you
I fell for you, I'll always look over you
Theres really not much that a player would'nt do for you
So quit stallin' and fallin'
And come get a bar of some of this ballin'
Now quit stallin' and callin'
And come get yaself a bar of this ballin'

[Outro]
Yeh thats right, this is ahh, radio station 187.4 DG
Sock it to your ass
With something from The Dramatics
And Snoop Dog
Let them spot that ok
It's another one of those world premiers
Doin' it to ya doggystyle, in ya air hole
for the 2000 plus 1, yeh

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Ballin' (Clean Version)

featuring The Dramatics, Lil' Half Dead

from Snoop Dogg - Beautiful [single] (2003)

(feat. The Dramatics)

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Balls Of Steel

Tha Eastsidaz

3:11

from Tha Eastsidaz - Snoop Dogg Presents Tha Eastsidaz (2000)

Soldiers
Gangstaz, gangstaz, whassup my nigga?
Yeah, I'm fin' to fall off into this party with my lil' bitch mane
It's in her neighborhood
Nah, you ain't gotta roll with me it's all good
I trust her dog
Aw nigga shut up nigga, I hear you, don't trip

Well, the party didn't start till I walked in
And I probably won't leave until I finish this Henn'
But in between time or in the meantime
I slid my bitch in the back do' an' she crept in with the nine
We came here together so we can have fun

Me and you baby goin' one on one
It's yo' hood so I figure it's good
But if them niggaz start trippin'
I ain't trippin' shit, I ain't Hollywood
We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars

With buckshots comin' from the homies in the cars
Aww yeah, how y'all wanna play this
Naw, hold on, let me see how should I say this
The bitch that I was wit' tried to set me up
Whatever fuckin' reason would they wanna wet me up

And get me up out the bitch wit' da heat
And a party wit' a gang of off brands and a freak
(Where you from?)
I gotta dust 'em if I rush 'em
And these niggaz don't look like they wanna tussle
(Fuck 'em)

I'ma creep to the who ride all by my lonely
Nigga didn't bring damn homie
I wish I woulda, but I didn't
I'm fuckin' wit' dis hood rat
(Bullshit ya bullshittin')
That's what's wrong wit' niggaz
Steady thinkin' wit' ya dick and puttin' faith in a bitch

Dogg is chillin', makin' a killin'
What more can I say? "Top Billin'"

That's what I get, I got it good
Crackin' bitches in ya hood bitch
Would you stop schemin' and lookin' hard
I got a great big bodyguard
So step up if you wanna get hurt
Nigga mad cause I touched under his bitch skirt

I get the money, the money I got
Hoes call me Doggy when they feel real hot
That's how it is, ask yo' kids
I stole ya hoe while you was in prison
Jail, for spousal assault
You was jealous it's all your fault

Dogg is chillin', makin' a killin'
What more can I say? "Top Billin'"

Shootin' dice came up short now I'm doin' bad
Lost the Coupe and the keys to the Caddy
So bad that I'm livin' with my momma now
And my bitch done dipped 'cuz I done run outta chips
I lost my balla doe and my balla hoe
Man to some sucka ass nigga, man, I'm fallin' slow

Can't ain't even call a hoe, I'm feelin' smalla loc
Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks
(Give it up, nigga)
Shit's real, we peel for the meal
Take it 'cause once we get it, y'all come kick it
And bring them same skanless bitches
(Why?)

I got some homegirls layin' low in the kitchen
On a mission to keep on dishin' all fools
Doggy Dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule
They gonna get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter
Even bitches feel the heater motherfucker

Well, the party didn't start till I walked in
And I probably won't leave until I finish this Henn'
But in between time or in the meantime
I slid my bitch in the back do' an' she crept in with the nine
We came here together so we can have fun

Me and you baby goin' one on one
It's yo' hood so I figure it's good
But if them niggaz start trippin'
I ain't trippin' shit, I ain't Hollywood
We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars

With buckshots comin' from the homies in the cars
Aww yeah, how y'all wanna play this
Naw, hold on, let me see how should I say this
The bitch that I was wit' tried to set me up
Whatever fuckin' reason would they wanna wet me up

And get me up out the bitch wit' da heat
And a party wit' a gang of off brands and a freak
(Where you from?)
I gotta dust 'em if I rush 'em
And these niggaz don't look like they wanna tussle
(Fuck 'em)

I'ma creep to the who ride all by my lonely
Nigga didn't bring damn homie
I wish I woulda, but I didn't
I'm fuckin' wit' dis hood rat
(Bullshit ya bullshittin')
That's what's wrong wit' niggaz
Steady thinkin' wit' ya dick and puttin' faith in a bitch

Dogg is chillin', makin' a killin'
What more can I say? "Top Billin'"

That's what I get, I got it good
Crackin' bitches in ya hood bitch
Would you stop schemin' and lookin' hard
I got a great big bodyguard
So step up if you wanna get hurt
Nigga mad cause I touched under his bitch skirt

I get the money, the money I got
Hoes call me Doggy when they feel real hot
That's how it is, ask yo' kids
I stole ya hoe while you was in prison
Jail, for spousal assault
You was jealous it's all your fault

Dogg is chillin', makin' a killin'
What more can I say? "Top Billin'"

Shootin' dice came up short now I'm doin' bad
Lost the Coupe and the keys to the Caddy
So bad that I'm livin' with my momma now
And my bitch done dipped 'cuz I done run outta chips
I lost my balla doe and my balla hoe
Man to some sucka ass nigga, man, I'm fallin' slow

Can't ain't even call a hoe, I'm feelin' smalla loc
Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks
(Give it up, nigga)
Shit's real, we peel for the meal
Take it 'cause once we get it, y'all come kick it
And bring them same skanless bitches
(Why?)

I got some homegirls layin' low in the kitchen
On a mission to keep on dishin' all fools
Doggy Dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule
They gonna get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter
Even bitches feel the heater motherfucker

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Balls Of Steel

3:11

from Snoop Dogg - Tha Eastsidaz (2005)

[Snoop Dogg]
Soldiers..
Gangstaz, gangstaz.. whassup my nigga?
Yeah I'm fin' to fall off into this party with my lil' bitch mane
It's in her neighborhood
Nah you ain't gotta roll with me it's all good
I trust her dog
Aw nigga shut up nigga, I hear you, don't trip

Well the party didn't start til I walked in
and I probably won't leave until I finish this Henn'
but in between time or in the meantime
I slid my bitch in the back do' an she crept in with the nine
We came here together so we can have fun
Me and you baby goin one on one
It's yo' hood so I figure it's good
But if them niggaz start trippin
I ain't trippin shit I ain't Hollywood
We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars
with buckshots comin from the homies in the cars
Aww yeah; how y'all wanna play this
Naw hold on let me see how should I say this
The bitch that I was wit tried to set me up
Whatever fuckin reason would they wanna wet me up
and get me up out the bitch wit da heat
and a party wit a gang of off brands and a freak (where you from)
I gotta dust em if I rush em
and these niggaz don't look like they wanna tussle (fuck em)
I'ma creep to the who-ride - all by my lonely
Nigga didn't bring damn homie
I wish I woulda, but I didn't
I'm fuckin wit dis hood rat (bullshit ya bullshittin)
That's whats wrong wit niggaz
Steady thinkin wit ya dick, and puttin faith in a bitch
Dogg is chillin, makin a killin
What more can I say? "Top Billin'"
Thats what I get, I got it good
Crackin bitches in ya hood bitch
Would you stop schemin, and lookin hard
I got a great big bodyguard
So step up if you wanna get hurt
Nigga mad cause I touched under his bitch skirt
I get the money, the money I got
Hoes call me Doggy when they feel real hot
That's how it is, ask yo' kids
I stole ya hoe while you was in prison
Jail, for spousal assault
You was jealous it's all your fault
Dogg is chillin, makin a killin
What more can I say? "Top Billin'"
Shootin dice came up short now I'm doin bad
Lost the Coupe and the keys to the Caddy
So bad that I'm livin with my momma now
and my bitch done dipped cuz I done run outta chips
I lost my balla doe and my balla hoe
man to some sucka ass nigga man I'm fallin slow
Can't ain't even call a hoe; I'm feelin smalla loc
Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks (give it up nigga)
Shit's real; we peel for the meal
Take it, cause once we get it, y'all come kick it
and bring them same skanless bitches (why?)
I got some homegirls layin low in the kitchen
On a mission to keep on dishin all fools
Doggy Dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule
They gonna get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter
Even bitches feel the heater motherfucker

[speaking outro]

Well the party didn't start til I walked in
and I probably won't leave until I finish this Henn'
but in between time or in the meantime
I slid my bitch in the back do' an she crept in with the nine
We came here together so we can have fun 
Me and you baby goin one on one
It's yo' hood so I figure it's good 
But if them niggaz start trippin
I ain't trippin shit I ain't Hollywood
We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars
with buckshots comin from the homies in the cars
Aww yeah; how y'all wanna play this  
Naw hold on let me see how should I say this
The bitch that I was wit tried to set me up
Whatever fuckin reason would they wanna wet me up
and get me up out the bitch wit da heat
and a party wit a gang of off brands and a freak (where you from)
I gotta dust em if I rush em 
and these niggaz don't look like they wanna tussle (fuck em)
I'ma creep to the who-ride - all by my lonely 
Nigga didn't bring damn homie
I wish I woulda, but I didn't
I'm fuckin wit dis hood rat (bullshit ya bullshittin)
That's whats wrong wit niggaz 
Steady thinkin wit ya dick, and puttin faith in a bitch
Dogg is chillin, makin a killin
What more can I say?  "Top Billin'"
Thats what I get, I got it good
Crackin bitches in ya hood bitch
Would you stop schemin, and lookin hard
I got a great big bodyguard
So step up if you wanna get hurt
Nigga mad cause I touched under his bitch skirt
I get the money, the money I got
Hoes call me Doggy when they feel real hot
That's how it is, ask yo' kids
I stole ya hoe while you was in prison
Jail, for spousal assault
You was jealous it's all your fault
Dogg is chillin, makin a killin
What more can I say?  "Top Billin'"
Shootin dice came up short now I'm doin bad
Lost the Coupe and the keys to the Caddy
So bad that I'm livin with my momma now
and my bitch done dipped cuz I done run outta chips
I lost my balla doe and my balla hoe
man to some sucka ass nigga man I'm fallin slow
Can't ain't even call a hoe; I'm feelin smalla loc 
Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks (give it up nigga)
Shit's real; we peel for the meal
Take it, cause once we get it, y'all come kick it
and bring them same skanless bitches (why?)
I got some homegirls layin low in the kitchen
On a mission to keep on dishin all fools
Doggy Dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule
They gonna get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter 
Even bitches feel the heater motherfucker

[speaking outro]

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Band Dat

from Snoop Dogg - Thats My Work 1 & 5 (2015)

Bang Bang

featuring Snoop Dogg

La Coka Nostra

3:30

from La Coka Nostra - A Brand You Can Trust (2009)

Bang Out

작곡:Calvin Broadus,J. Lopez,Jonathan Rotem

3:05

from Snoop Dogg - R&G (Rhythm & Gangsta): The Masterpiece (2006)

Bang out, 'til the sun comes up
The wheels fall off and the drop collapse
Cause I bang out, keep my glock in hand
While you're posted up, chillin wit'cha mans
Bang out, won't catch me sleepin
While you in the club, goin out for keeps
Cause I bang out, shots go off quick
Catch yo' ass butt-naked while you wit'cha bitch
Cause I bang out

[Snoop Dogg]
I toss up the set
I walk up in this bitch with some gold on my neck
Yeah nigga, I'm controllin the set
Rock and roll on a bitch then grab ahold of my dick
Uhh, I pop a hole in your clique
So you don't wanna fuck with this
One nigga found on the ground we don't fuck around
D-O-double-G Pound, L.B.C. style

[Interlude: Jasmin Lopez]
Victory, is mine, and no one shine
Ain't no need to try, can't stop my grind
Keep, my pen, in hand, goin on for mine
If, you did-n't know, just press rewind
Victory is mine

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
Eastside Long Beach Rollin 20's
Yup, we fully wid'dit
Yeah, we wear dem black and gold coats
with the patch on the back that's says 'Stealers'
A lot of niggaz wanna do us but they cain't
cause it's hard to get wit us
Watch out for them sliders, boy we riders
Heavy hitters, Eastsidaz, yeah
We shoot first, talk later
Nigga y'all hater, Doggy Dogg spray ya
And then I slid away
Smooth lil' getaway, did it with a chill today
I'm gonna need a hit a day
I live my life like I was John F. Kennedy
Mm, nah, I won't be sent away
Fuck a cop, non-stop, 20 Crip, all day

[Chorus]

[Interlude]

[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah nigga, back bangin, HA HA HA
The Big Boss Dogg nigga, Snoop D-O-double-G
R&G nigga - Rhythm & Gangsta: The Masterpiece
Fuckin these niggaz up once again, yeah yeah
And you don't stop

Bartender Please

Bootsy Collins, LL Cool J, Snoop Dogg, Travis Barker

from LL Cool J - Authentic (2018)

Bathtub

1:50

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

Batman & Robin

5:03

from Snoop Dogg - Paid Tha Cost To Be Da Boss (2003)

Be Thankful

featuring Warren G, Pretty Tony

Tha Eastsidaz

3:43

from Tha Eastsidaz - Snoop Dogg Presents Tha Eastsidaz (2000)

Be Thankful (With Jay Black/ Uncle Chuck/ Terrance Martin)

5:35

from Snoop Dogg - Presents The Big Squeeze (2007)

( snoop )
Rite now a nigga just feelin real good
Thankful 4 evrythang thats goin down 4 me rite now
4 all dis happiness an' success
A nigga just str8 thankful 4 evrythang you know
You think it's eazy bein me na hold on dogg
Let me explain sumthin to all of y'all
I got a mama an' a daddy 3 bruthas no sistas
Sum 'causeinz uncles nephews an' neices
An' nun to say da leastest hectic
Wit 2 boyz of my own
Spanky damn near grown
Sittin in his room just bangin my songs
As I roll anutha joint an' make a call on da fone
It's pretty tony it's on an' crackin my nigga
It's ya big bro I herd ya rappin my nigga
Evrybody an' there mama duin dis rap thang
I'm thankful dat my lil' brutha ain't in da hood bangin

( hook )
Just be thankful 4 all ya got
If it's just a little bit it's all ya got
U mite not hav a car or big gold chain
Stay tru 2 yaself an' thangs will change
Just be thankful 4 all ya got
If it's just a little bit it's all ya got
U mite not hav a car or big gold chain
Stay tru 2 yaself an' thangs will change

( goldie loc )
Man my sista ben gone 4 about 10 munths
Stedy smokin bluntz an' f**kin wit da same cunt
But it's time 2 make a change
So I rock up my rhymes like krack kokane
I'm in da game
Much luv 2 my nigga snoop
It woodn't be crackin wit out you
I woodn't be standin in deez black walla c's
I'd be back in da hood wit dem g's

( warren g. )
Frum kidnaps an' jacks
Knockouts an' craps
Frum totin tech-9's
2 shankin on da main line
Timez iz hard we all caught up in da struggle
Whites, blacks, mexicans it's trouble
Yung kids we got a man made disease
I lost my mom so now I'm prayin on my knees
Did y'all take care of y'all ha luv wuz precious
Now I got my daddy, sistas an' homies God bless us

( hook )

( pretty tony )
We ben thru sum tuff timez mom late on rent
Tryin 2 get mine husslin like larry flynt
No food in da fridge but we wuzn't alarmed
'cause my brutha wuz like a good neighba den like state farm
Peeples always sayin wut they need an' want
But they need 2 start wit they du's an' don'ts
Just be thankful 4 day 2 day
An' evrythang will be goin ya way

( kam )
Now ain't it odd 2 thank god
We moovin in gangsta toyed
We live an' die by tha sword
An' still we thank tha lord
Frum da maternity ward 2 tha morgue
I count my blessins
It's a game I shood but can't afford but I ain't stressin
I'm e-s-in 4 mines it's all gunna pay off in da long run
An' no rest on da grind man a nigga just out here on one
Stayin strong all alone or hangin wit my clique
I rite a song rite or rong I'm realy bangin dis shit
I used ta wonda y we had it so ruff
My motto wuz my ancha an' 4 dat I can't thak ya enuff

( hook )

( hook )
Just be thankful 4 all ya got
If it's just a little bit it's all ya got
U mite not hav a car or big gold chain
Stay tru 2 yaself an' thangs will change
Just be thankful 4 all ya got
If it's just a little bit it's all ya got
U mite not hav a car or big gold chain
Stay tru 2 yaself an' thangs will change

( goldie loc )
Man my sista ben gone 4 about 10 munths
Stedy smokin bluntz an' f**kin wit da same cunt
But it's time 2 make a change
So I rock up my rhymes like krack kokane
I'm in da game
Much luv 2 my nigga snoop
It woodn't be crackin wit out you
I woodn't be standin in deez black walla c's
I'd be back in da hood wit dem g's

( warren g. )
Frum kidnaps an' jacks
Knockouts an' craps
Frum totin tech-9's
2 shankin on da main line
Timez iz hard we all caught up in da struggle
Whites, blacks, mexicans it's trouble
Yung kids we got a man made disease
I lost my mom so now I'm prayin on my knees
Did y'all take care of y'all ha luv wuz precious
Now I got my daddy, sistas an' homies God bless us

( hook )

( pretty tony )
We ben thru sum tuff timez mom late on rent
Tryin 2 get mine husslin like larry flynt
No food in da fridge but we wuzn't alarmed
'cause my brutha wuz like a good neighba den like state farm
Peeples always sayin wut they need an' want
But they need 2 start wit they du's an' don'ts
Just be thankful 4 day 2 day
An' evrythang will be goin ya way

( kam )
Now ain't it odd 2 thank god
We moovin in gangsta toyed
We live an' die by tha sword
An' still we thank tha lord
Frum da maternity ward 2 tha morgue
I count my blessins
It's a game I shood but can't afford but I ain't stressin
I'm e-s-in 4 mines it's all gunna pay off in da long run
An' no rest on da grind man a nigga just out here on one
Stayin strong all alone or hangin wit my clique
I rite a song rite or rong I'm realy bangin dis shit
I used ta wonda y we had it so ruff
My motto wuz my ancha an' 4 dat I can't thak ya enuff

( hook )

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Be Thankful -

featuring Kam,Pretty Tony,Warren G

3:43

from Snoop Dogg - Tha Eastsidaz (2005)

Beat Up On Yo Pads

작곡:C. Broadus,D. Porter

2:58

from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)

Who ride We ride
Who ride We ride
Who ride WE RIDE
On three We ride
One two three WE RIDE
One two three WE RIDE
One two three WE RIDE
Beat up on yo' pads
C'mon little homie go on
and beat up on yo' pads
Yeah beat up on yo' pads
Ha ha Steelers Steelers
Yeah beat up on yo' pads
C'mon little homie go on
and beat up on yo' pads
You love football
Well beat up on yo' pads
If you down
with Snoop Dogg go on
and beat up on yo' pads
All my little homies
beat up on yo' pads
C'mon little homie go on
and beat up on yo' pads
If you're runnin the ball
then speed up on 'em fast
Ain't no need to play
with 'em go on
beat up on yo' pads
They bang every Saturday
and Sunday loc
S Y F L man it ain't no joke
Helmets and shoulder pads
ain't no bulletproof vests
See ain't too many options
on the wild wild West
See I've been blessed
so I guess that I can give back
Football in the hood dog
you dig that
I brought the demos back
and that's just one
I'm in Pomona with the Steelers
come and get some
Want some'n bad enough take it
Them runningbacks dippin
cuttin and shakin
you ain't gettin none
Inside out hit the eight gap
I love it when they say that
who's house
C house G house P house D house
Well we house wherever we go
blowin 'em out
Lettin 'em know
never know that you could shine
It's all for the kids
and plus they havin a good time
And as long as I live
I'm a stay doin positive
and helpin the kids
So when you see me
on the football field
I need to holla at you Doggy Dogg
Homie chill chill nigga
Now what you need to do
is read up on my past
'fore I have
my little homies go and
beat up on yo' ass
Matter fact little homie go
and beat up on yo' pads
Show 'em how we get out ball on
beat up on yo' pads
Yeah go on and beat up on yo' pads
All my little homies go ahead
and beat up on yo' pads
If you a ball player
then beat up on yo' pads
S Y F L homie
beat up on yo' pads
Yeah go on and
beat up on yo' pads
All my little homies go
and beat up on yo' pads
Aw yeah beat up on yo' pads
Ain't nuttin to it but to do it
beat up on yo' pads pads
Yeah go on and
beat up on yo' pads
C'mon little homie go on
and beat up on yo' pads
Celebratin just
beat up on yo' pads
All in together now just
beat up on yo' pads
Yeah go on beat up on yo' pads
All you football players go on
and beat up on yo' pads
All in together now c'mon y'all
Go on beat up on yo'
beat up on yo'
beat up on yo' pads pads
For all my little homies
in the Snoop Youth Football League
Yeah you know Coach Snoop
love y'all
Ain't nuttin to it
but to do it uh
For all my future N F L stars
Yeah from the S Y F L
to high school get it
On to college
on to the big leagues
That's what it does

Who ride We ride
Who ride We ride
Who ride WE RIDE
On three We ride
One two three  WE RIDE
One two three  WE RIDE
One two three WE RIDE
Beat up on yo' pads
C'mon little homie go on
and beat up on yo' pads
Yeah beat up on yo' pads
Ha ha Steelers Steelers
Yeah beat up on yo' pads
C'mon little homie go on
and beat up on yo' pads
You love football
Well beat up on yo' pads
If you down
with Snoop Dogg go on
and beat up on yo' pads
All my little homies
beat up on yo' pads
C'mon little homie go on
and beat up on yo' pads
If you're runnin the ball
then speed up on 'em fast
Ain't no need to play
with 'em go on
beat up on yo' pads
They bang every Saturday
and Sunday loc
S Y F L man it ain't no joke
Helmets and shoulder pads
ain't no bulletproof vests
See ain't too many options
on the wild wild West
See I've been blessed
so I guess that I can give back
Football in the hood dog
you dig that
I brought the demos back
and that's just one
I'm in Pomona with the Steelers
come and get some
Want some'n bad enough take it
Them runningbacks dippin
cuttin and shakin
you ain't gettin none
Inside out hit the eight gap
I love it when they say that
who's house
C house G house P house D house
Well we house wherever we go
blowin 'em out
Lettin 'em know
never know that you could shine
It's all for the kids
and plus they havin a good time
And as long as I live
I'm a stay doin positive
and helpin the kids
So when you see me
on the football field
I need to holla at you Doggy Dogg
Homie chill chill nigga
Now what you need to do
is read up on my past
'fore I have
my little homies go and
beat up on yo' ass
Matter fact little homie go
and beat up on yo' pads
Show 'em how we get out ball on
beat up on yo' pads
Yeah go on and beat up on yo' pads
All my little homies go ahead
and beat up on yo' pads
If you a  ball player
then beat up on yo' pads
S Y F L  homie
beat up on yo' pads
Yeah go on and
beat up on yo' pads
All my little homies go
and beat up on yo' pads
Aw yeah beat up on yo' pads
Ain't nuttin to it but to do it
beat up on yo' pads pads
Yeah go on and
beat up on yo' pads
C'mon little homie go on
and beat up on yo' pads
Celebratin just
beat up on yo' pads
All in together now just
beat up on yo' pads
Yeah go on beat up on yo' pads
All you football players go on
and beat up on yo' pads
All in together now c'mon y'all
Go on beat up on yo'
beat up on yo'
beat up on yo' pads pads
For all my little homies
in the Snoop Youth Football League
Yeah you know Coach Snoop
love y'all
Ain't nuttin to it
but to do it uh
For all my future N F L stars
Yeah from the S Y F L
to high school get it
On to college
on to the big leagues
That's what it does

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Beautiful

4:58

from Snoop Dogg - Paid Tha Cost To Be Da Boss (2003)

[Hook 2X's: Pharrell & Uncle Charlie Wilson]
Ohhh-ohh-oh-ohhh-ohhh... (Oh-hooo!)
Yeahhh, yeahh, yeah, yeahhhh... (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about
you...)
[Chorus 2X's]
Beautiful, I just want you to know (Oh-hooo!)
You're my favorite girl... (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...)

I know you gon' lose it, this new Snoop shit
Come on baby boo, you gotsta get into it (Oh-hooo!)
Don't fool wit the playa with the cool whip
Yeah-yeah, you know I'm always on that cool shit
Walk to it, do it how you do it
Have a glass, lemme put you in the mood and, (Oh-hooo!)
Lil' cutie lookin' like a student
Long hair, wit'cha big fat booty
Back in the days you was a girl I went to school wit
Had to tell your moms and sister to cool it (Oh-hooo!)
The girl wanna do it, I just might do it
Here to walk wit some pimp-pimp clue wit'
Mommy don't worry, I won't abuse it
Hurry up and finish so we can watch 'Clueless' (Oh-hooo!)
I laugh at these niggas when they ask who do this
But everybody know who girl that you is

[Chorus 2X's]

[Verse 2]
When I see my baby boo, shit, I get foolish
Smack a nigga that tries to pursue it (Oh-hooo!)
Homeboy, she taken, just move it
I asked you nicely, don't make the Dogg lose it
We just blow 'dro and keep the flow movin'
In a '64, me and baby boo cruisin' (Oh-hooo!)
Body rag interior blue, and
Have them hydralics squeakin' when we screwin'
Now she's yellin', hollerin' out Snoop, and
Hootin', hollerin'; hollerin', hootin' (Oh-hooo!)
Black and beautiful, you the one I'm choosin'
Hair long and black and curly like you're Cuban
Keep groovin', that's what we doin'
And we gon' be together until your moms move in... (Oh-hooo!)

Pharrell: Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...

[Chorus & Hook: 2X's]

[Bridge 2X's: Pharrell & Uncle Charlie Wilson]
...See I just want you
To know that you are really special...
Ohh why, oh why, oh why, oh why...

[Verse 3]
Snoop Dogg Clothing, that's what I'm groomed in
You got my pictures on the wall in your room-in (Oh-hooo!)
Girls be complainin' you keep me boomin'
But girls like that wanna listen to Pat Boone (Ehh... oh yeah, there's
something about you...)
You's a college girl, but that don't stop you from doin'
Come and see the Dogg in a hood near you-in (Oh-hooo!)
You don't ask why I roll wit a crew, and
Twist up my fingers and wear dark blue-in (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something
about you...)
On the eastside, that's the crew I choose
Nothin' I do is new to you (Oh-hooo!)
I smack up the world if they rude to you (Ehh...)
'Cause baby girl you so beautiful...

[Chorus 2X's]

[Bridge 4X's]

I know you gon' lose it, this new Snoop shit 
Come on baby boo, you gotsta get into it (Oh-hooo!) 
Don't fool wit the playa with the cool whip 
Yeah-yeah, you know I'm always on that cool shit 
Walk to it, do it how you do it 
Have a glass, lemme put you in the mood and, (Oh-hooo!) 
Lil' cutie lookin' like a student 
Long hair, wit'cha big fat booty 
Back in the days you was a girl I went to school wit 
Had to tell your moms and sister to cool it (Oh-hooo!) 
The girl wanna do it, I just might do it 
Here to walk wit some pimp-pimp clue wit' 
Mommy don't worry, I won't abuse it 
Hurry up and finish so we can watch 'Clueless' (Oh-hooo!) 
I laugh at these niggas when they ask who do this 
But everybody know who girl that you is

[Chorus 2X's]

[Verse 2] 
When I see my baby boo, shit, I get foolish 
Smack a nigga that tries to pursue it (Oh-hooo!) 
Homeboy, she taken, just move it 
I asked you nicely, don't make the Dogg lose it 
We just blow 'dro and keep the flow movin' 
In a '64, me and baby boo cruisin' (Oh-hooo!) 
Body rag interior blue, and 
Have them hydralics squeakin' when we screwin' 
Now she's yellin', hollerin' out Snoop, and 
Hootin', hollerin'; hollerin', hootin' (Oh-hooo!) 
Black and beautiful, you the one I'm choosin' 
Hair long and black and curly like you're Cuban 
Keep groovin', that's what we doin' 
And we gon' be together until your moms move in... (Oh-hooo!)

Pharrell: Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...

[Chorus & Hook: 2X's]

[Bridge 2X's: Pharrell & Uncle Charlie Wilson] 
...See I just want you 
To know that you are really special... 
Ohh why, oh why, oh why, oh why...

[Verse 3] 
Snoop Dogg Clothing, that's what I'm groomed in 
You got my pictures on the wall in your room-in (Oh-hooo!) 
Girls be complainin' you keep me boomin' 
But girls like that wanna listen to Pat Boone (Ehh... oh yeah, there's 
something about you...) 
You's a college girl, but that don't stop you from doin' 
Come and see the Dogg in a hood near you-in (Oh-hooo!) 
You don't ask why I roll wit a crew, and 
Twist up my fingers and wear dark blue-in (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something 
about you...) 
On the eastside, that's the crew I choose 
Nothin' I do is new to you (Oh-hooo!) 
I smack up the world if they rude to you (Ehh...) 
'Cause baby girl you so beautiful...

[Chorus 2X's]

[Bridge 4X's]

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Beautiful (Instrumental)

from Snoop Dogg - Beautiful [single] (2003)

Beautiful (Radio Edit)

from Snoop Dogg - Beautiful [single] (2003)

[Chorus 2X's]

Pharrell: Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...

[Chorus & Hook: 2X's]

[Bridge 2X's: Pharrell & Uncle Charlie Wilson] 
...See I just want you 
To know that you are really special... 
Ohh why, oh why, oh why, oh why...

[Chorus 2X's]

[Bridge 4X's]

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Beautiful

from Snoop Dogg - Beautiful [single] (2003)

[Chorus 2X's]

Pharrell: Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...

[Chorus & Hook: 2X's]

[Bridge 2X's: Pharrell & Uncle Charlie Wilson] 
...See I just want you 
To know that you are really special... 
Ohh why, oh why, oh why, oh why...

[Chorus 2X's]

[Bridge 4X's]

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Beautiful

from Bling Bling! Vol.2 (2004)

Been Around Tha World (Explicit Ver.)

작곡:Calvin Broadus,R. Redeaux,T. Givens,T. Martin