Sometimes you feel tired feel weak When you feel weak you feel like you just give up But you gotta search within you find that inner strength And just pull that shit out of you you get that motivation not to give up And not be a quitter no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse Till I collapse I'm spillin these raps long as you feel em till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killin them Cuz when I am not then I'ma stop pinnin them and I am not hip hop and I'm not just Eminem subliminal thoughts when I'ma stop sending them women are caught in webs spin em and hock venom adrenalin shots of penicillin could not get the illin to stop amoxacillin's just not real enough The criminal cop killin hip hop villiana minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners your comin with me feel it or not you're gonna fear it like I showed ya the spirit of God lives in us you hear it a lot lyrics to shock Is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzin up Fa shizzel my wizzel this is the plot listen up you bizzels forgot slizzel does not give a fuck Till the roof comes off till the lights go out till my legs give out can't shut my mouth Till the smoke clears out and my high burns out I'ma rip this shit till my bones collapse Till the roof comes off till the lights go out till my legs give out can't shut my mouth Till the smoke clears out am I high Perhaps I'ma rip this shit till my bones collapse Music is like magic theres a certain feeling you get when you're real and you spit an people are feeling ya shit This is your moment and every single minute you spend trying to hold on to it cuz you may never get it again so while you're in it try to get as much shit as you can and when your run is over just admit when its at its end cuz I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit gets in I got a list here's the order of my list that it's in It goes Reggie Jay Z Tupac and Biggie Andre from Outkast Jada Kurupt Nas and then me But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy so when I'm not 'ut on this list the shit does not offend me Thats why you see me walkin around like nothin's bothering me even though half you people gotta fuckin problem with me You hate it but you know respect you got to give me The press's wet dream like Bobby an Whitney Nate hit me Till the roof comes off till the lights go out till my legs give out can't shut my mouth Till the smoke clears out and my high burns out I'ma rip this shit till my bones collapse Till the roof comes off till the lights go out till my legs give out can't shut my mouth Till the smoke clears out am I high Perhaps I'ma rip this shit till my bones collapse Soon as a verse starts I eat at an MC's heart what is he thinkin how not to go against me smart and its absurd how people hang on every word I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve but I'll never be served my spot is forever reserved If I ever leave Earth that would be the death of me first cuz in my heart of hearts I know nothin could ever be worse thats why I'm clever when I put together every verse My thoughts are sporadic I act like I'm an addict I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers But I don't want to go forth and back in constant battles The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers So this is like a full blown attack I'm launching on them the track is on some battleing rap who wants some static cuz I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters A plague and platinum status is wack if I'm not the baddest so Till the roof comes off till the lights go out till my legs give out can't shut my mouth Till the smoke clears out and my high burns out I'ma rip this shit till my bones collapse Till the roof comes off till the lights go out till my legs give out can't shut my mouth Till the smoke clears out am I high Perhaps I'ma rip this shit till my bones collapse Until the roof the roof comes off Until my legs give out from underneath me I I will not fall I will stand tall Feels like no one can beat me
[Chorus] I, pledge allegiance To all my homies who may never Love a ho and never will I, give my body And I give my soul to the funk May the funk, never end
[Nate Dogg] I pledge allegiance, to paper chasers To hustlers who be steady pulling capers Peace and blessing, may the sun always shine on you I'm serving paper, see ya later I guess that's one mo' thing, I can't be faded You can test me, get discombobulated Ain't no question I'm goin' fuck with this I do it for the funk of it
[Chorus]
[Nate Dogg] I pledge allegiance to my, homies who keep it gangsta Fuck all the haters they can't stop this groove I pledge allegiance to the, game cause it got me balling Game don't wait so I'm not stalling I'm still dissing, she's still calling
[Pharoahe Monch] What, what, yeah Check it out now, uh See this is front line, no turning back now I'm about to score, this is war on the track now (woo!) Give me my vest and my ammo and my mac now I'm 'bout to spit it, and Lord I'ma get it In the worst way, slay, competition Move the opposition, back wake the fuck up! (uh-huh) Cause when I get beyond enemy lines I might snipe that ass like John Kennedy's mind Thou shall not get caught, that's the remedy Disinfect gun wounds on my last bottle of Hennessy Bleed to let the seeds remember my memories It's killed or be killed here son that's the penalty RIDE for the funk, CRY for the funk In the heat of night, I DIE for the funk Pharoahe, when I'm six feet deep there's no grieving Salute the noblest troop and pledge allegiance cause
[jermaine dupri] cmon dance with me baby girl [x2] cmon dance with me baby girl [x2]
[verse 1: nate dogg] man i was dancing, prancing, laughing, bouncing, swinging moving, grooving, cause the music's booming macking, tryna get some action, packing, acting manish, drinking, tweaking, winking, peeping seeking a freak for the evening, really feeling way too horny reaking from the weed i'm token, choking, smoking, real doping, hoping my nights wide open, knowing that my girl my girls at home snoring, boring, ignoring, warning that my girl was coming sudden mood interuption, busted my girl in the club
[chorus] ring the alarm (oh oh) your woman has just been sighted (uh) ring the alarm how'd she get in if she wasn't invited? (i dunno) ring the alarm she's headed this way like lighting (yeah) ring the alarm i'm not tryna be ducking and diving (cmon) ring the alarm
[verse 2: nate dogg] headed, top speed for the exit damnit don piece can't grab it habbit like chassing my cabbage magic, time to disappear fast with this chick, who i sleeped last week with real trick, i like her cause she real slick let's dip, i don't care who you came with no lip, got no time for some bullshit she went, that she all in the backpen time spent, now it's time to hit the pavement two sense, got no time for your comments don't trip, do you know where my girl went?
[chorus]
[verse 3: jermaine dupri] listen, i'm in the club, no where i ain't even suppose to be drinking with a girl all close to me i'm all up in the air, telling her some superfly shit she need to hear thinking can't nobody see us cause we in the rear all i'm tryna do is get a number then i'm up out of here cause my girl ain't home, she out with a friend ita be just my luck this the spot they in not the place for her to spot me in you know specially when i'm suppose to be at the studio i take one step, what do i see my girl coming threw the door but she don't see me now i'm ducking, now i'm dodgeing, hiding, praying to god that she don't come find me what was i thinking of, i should of never parked my car in front of the club damn!
I got love (Yeah for all y'all unaware) (Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous (Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to) Gang-sta Nate (Nate Dogg, remix with Bink) (Doin what we wanna...) Young Got-ti
Ok, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B) With the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies Three fo dubs and trees Chinky eyes, B-Low double G's Hit three fo' clubs and breeze The tree flow double trees Don't speak, the deez host publicly Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's Don't know what these broads trouble grief For these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze (F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider You lookin at a "coast to coast G" I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside Please believe it, believe it please You gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's
I got love I got love for, my homies who be rollin with me Play no games Play no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me I got love I got love for, my niggaz on my family tree Down with the ghetto, down for whatever If you was down before then you still gon' be down with me
Format ya doormat Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah) Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic Step up and accept it You wanna see the shells shift Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip like a slick disc and twist Buster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby Got 'em loungin in the lobby Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies Suckers! (I got love) And all the homies round up, throw the pound up Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love) Pros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me Alive to tell this story, and I And who am I, be the agostra Gotti Sinatra sloss sling, soldiers
Cap-tain Save Captain Save A, er cuz she hangin on me She can't hang She can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey Just in-case Just incase I, better take a weapon with me When these hoes When these hoes get clever, down for whatever If she stress me some more I'll leave the heffer down in the street
(I got love) For chucktailors and Con
C'mere let's con- , I mean where you heard those words first (I got blunts) .. My niggaz put in hard work Twenty four hours and packs go like front work (I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs Same bitches that strip for bucks (Got no love) For half these dudes spittin Other half don't live it see.. I talk about it bitch (I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach You see how I'm eatin contenders (I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original more lyrical, plus dogg.. (I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, in my sentence My times now, eat when I'm finished (As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat Got your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!
I got love I got game cuz, the game was given to me Say my name Say my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me Give it up Give it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat I don't know Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar If you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me
I got love (Yeah for all y'all unaware) (Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous (Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to) Gang-sta Nate (Nate Dogg, remix with Bink) (Doin what we wanna...) Young Got-ti
Ok, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B) With the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies Three fo dubs and trees Chinky eyes, B-Low double G's Hit three fo' clubs and breeze The tree flow double trees Don't speak, the deez host publicly Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's Don't know what these broads trouble grief For these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze (F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider You lookin at a "coast to coast G" I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside Please believe it, believe it please You gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's
I got love I got love for, my homies who be rollin with me Play no games Play no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me I got love I got love for, my niggaz on my family tree Down with the ghetto, down for whatever If you was down before then you still gon' be down with me
Format ya doormat Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah) Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic Step up and accept it You wanna see the shells shift Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip like a slick disc and twist Buster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby Got 'em loungin in the lobby Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies Suckers! (I got love) And all the homies round up, throw the pound up Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love) Pros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me Alive to tell this story, and I And who am I, be the agostra Gotti Sinatra sloss sling, soldiers
Cap-tain Save Captain Save A, er cuz she hangin on me She can't hang She can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey Just in-case Just incase I, better take a weapon with me When these hoes When these hoes get clever, down for whatever If she stress me some more I'll leave the heffer down in the street
(I got love) For chucktailors and Con
C'mere let's con- , I mean where you heard those words first (I got blunts) .. My niggaz put in hard work Twenty four hours and packs go like front work (I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs Same bitches that strip for bucks (Got no love) For half these dudes spittin Other half don't live it see.. I talk about it bitch (I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach You see how I'm eatin contenders (I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original more lyrical, plus dogg.. (I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, in my sentence My times now, eat when I'm finished (As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat Got your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!
I got love I got game cuz, the game was given to me Say my name Say my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me Give it up Give it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat I don't know Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar If you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me
Real nigga shit.. Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock Real nigga shit Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock Real nigga shit..
Here come The Villain again, grab your hoe and get the fuck outta town This nigga shit make the world go round It's that black nigga Ren, duck when I bust Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will, love to cuss You wanna fuck with us? Man, I wouldn't do it Ask this nigga here, his ass, we ran right through it You out actin like yo' shit be tight Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright Get the fuck out my site, I Ren-incarnate Droppin West coast shit in every motherfuckin state Motherfuckin legend, y'all niggaz be knowin You can leave yo' bitch and keep on goin
I am Doggy Dogg bitch (beitch) love to hit a switch Never hit a bitch (beitch) love that gangsta shit Can I hear your flow? Can I fuck yo' hoe? Boy you hard on 'em - nigga you ain't know? When you testify, you got to keep it fly A lot of niggaz lie, shit we do or die E'ryday we high, it's like a nine to five I got my nina my
Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n? Dis big Snoop Dogg Leave your name and your number at the motherfuckin beep If dis one of my hoes, two-way me
Ay ay Snoop whattup? This your nigga Dre Ay man I was thinkin I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin album So check it out, put this on there: All you motherfuckin haters out there, can suck my motherfuckin dick! And we still smokin, what?!
*For the nigga who be talkin loud and holdin his dick Talkin shit, he better LAY LOW For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better LAY LOW For the niggaz who be claimin my hood and really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOW I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin and I won't do a thing, really HOPE SO!
Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say so Limo tint rollin deep like the President See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (beitch) I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin this Whatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch it Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records Unseen but well heard, do not disturb The only reason you alive cause I ain't sent the word I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge from the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke I bring the worst from the L.B.C. Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say From the "World's Most Dangerous Group" - N.W.A Ay, ay
Our rise, it was no surprise I always knew these fools would trip Hatin, fakin, schemin on mine and on the down low talkin shit Best move cause I refuse to lose no matter which damn road I choose So lay low cause you might be bruised Top story on the evening news I ain't for games, so if you wanna play 'em lay low Lay down on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know That's what I came fo'
Where that nigga who be talkin shit? He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin the tits Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin to take her home Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong
Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with? The same click he came with and made the game flip Now niggaz grow they hair, hope they stayin act hard That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on
Whassup pimpin? It's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but loot They call me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got but they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta It's, No Limit til I D-I-E C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be
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!
(Chorus) x2 These days, you gotta be strapped I'm already knowin ain't nobody got my back these days you gotta be down who said it was easy claiming Dogg Pound
I believe I got good skills we been makin music since we were kids thats all I wanna do, for life keepin it real until the day I die obstacles get in my way continue to mash and dont forget to pray I keep my hand on my steel because I love my life and I always will whatever people say to me I take it in stride I'm thinkin negro please if you really dont know me then you best back up, I suggest strongly they started this DPG until the day I D-I-E for my L-I-F and E no matter where I look thats all I see and I know...
(Chorus) x2
Many niggaz cling to me I think its because they see me on BET cuz everybody knows my name all the police think I'm serving cane jealous niggaz call us out but I dont worry long as I hear their mouths if ever they decide to kill you better be prepared because I know I will I think I can guarantee you dont wanna be standin next to me before my final curtain call I forsake save hen and wont be long so if we bump hits in the streets or even at some party you niggaz really can't see me my request is that you stop trying before I let go...
Chorus x2
Daz- Everyday, the 45 stays I'm jackin for whoever I bustin takin now bowin down never gotta watch my back for these coppers as well as these niggaz that I kick it with they stick you faster than these bitches will since I'm pimpin everybody wants my riches and I can't keep the Don from buying weed actin everytime I smoke constantly and can't flinch me from commitin the murders so I chill and puff the herb who gots my back nobody little John Gotti's layin niggaz down at the homey's party all be goin crazy I guess we are bein who we are really say the nigga gotta be a star I gots to get mine and if I blast then its my destiny if I die then it was meant to be intentionally worry stressin I'm guessin no confession when the murder take place set yourself protection
<i><b>Eminem</b></i> There's not much you could do or say to phase me People think I'm a little bit crazy I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Dre-zie'll Have to step in every once in a while to save me To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things Sometimes I forget what other people just may think A lot of rappers probably wouldn't know how to take me If they heard some shit, I'd lay the tape 'fore they erase me I maybe a little too fast paced and racy Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me twenty times Cuz I say so many rhymes, it may seem like I'm goin too fast cuz my mind is racing And I could give a fuck what category you place me Long as when I'm pushing up daisies and gone As long as you place me amongst one of them greats When I hit the heavenly gates I'll be cool beside Jay-Z For every single die hard fan who embraced me I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me And I'm thankful for the environment that he placed me Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me In the neighborhood daily, they jumped and chased me It only made me what I am today, see Regardless of what anybody believes who hates me You ain't gonna make or break me Tryna strip me of my credibility and make me look fake, G You're only gonna be in for a rude awakening Cuz sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me And when you face me with all the shit you've been saving to say to me You had all this time to think about it Now don't pussy out and try to wimp out, face me Cuz I've been patiently waiting for the day That we finally meet in the same place to see
<i><b>Nate Dogg</b></i> No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Ooh ooh, it's never enough No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Ooh, ooh, it's never enough
<i><b>50 Cent</b></i> My flow's untouchable now you gotta face it Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basics You go say the wrong shit and get your face split The smell of victory, love it so much I can taste it The spot my talk, it blaze a direct hit Graze it, your peace talk, save it You shit sounds dated, you're overrated I'm obligated to study your moves then crush you mutherfuckers If I'm the best and the worst, then God's gift is a curse Soldier trained to destroy, you payin' attention boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss it To be specific I go ballistic as hieroglyphic My music is a drug, press play, you ain't gotta sniff it Chew it or pop it, roll a bag and then chop it Get your high over and over, but you gotta cop it When it's hot, it's hot Your hatin' is undeniable, stop it
<i><b>Nate Dogg</b></i> No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Ooh ooh, it's never enough No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many emcees I eat up Ooh, ooh, it's never enough
It was a clear black night, a clear white moon Warren G. is on the streets, trying to consume Some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk Just rollin' in my ride, chillin all alone Just hit the eatside of the L.B.C. On a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G. Seen a car full of skirts ain't no need to tweak All you skirts know what's up with 213 So I hooks a left on the 21 to Lewis Some brothas shootin dice so I said ""let's do this"" I jumped out the ride, and said""what's up?"" Some brothas pulled some gats so I said ""I'm stuck"" Since these girls peepin me I'ma glide and swerve These hookers lookin so hard they straight hit the curb Gonna think of better things than some horny tricks I see my homey and some suckers all in his mix I'm gettin jacked, I'm breakin myself I can't believe they're taking Warren's wealth They took my rings, they took my rolex I looked at the brothas and said ""damn, what's next?"" They got my homey hemmed up and they all around Ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound I gotta come up real quick before they start to clown I besta pull out my strap and lay them busters down They got guns to my head I think I'm going down I can't believe this happened in my home town If I had wings I could fly Let me contemplate I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold Now they droppin and yellin It's a tad bit late Nate Dogg and Warren G. had to regulate I laid all them busters down I let my gat explode Now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode If you want skirts step back and observe I just left a gang of those over there on the curb Now Nate got the freaks And that's a known fact Before I got jacked I was on the same track Back up back up 'cause it's on N-A-T-E and me The Warren to the G Just like I thought They were in the same spot In need of some desperate help The Nate Dogg and the G-child Were in need of something else One of them dames was sexy as hell I said ""ooh I like your size"" She said ""my car's broke down and you seem real nice,"" ""would you let me ride?"" I got a car full of girls and it's going real swell The next stop is the east side motel I'm tweaking Onto a whole new level G-Funk Stpe to this I dare ya Funk On a whole new level The rythmn is the base and the base is the treble Chords Strings We brings Melody G-Funk Where rythmn is life And life is rythmn If you know like I know You don't want to step to this It's the G-Funk era Funked out with a gangster twist If you smoke like I smoke Then you high like everyday And if your ass is a buster 213 will regulate
[Snoop Dogg] Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n? Dis big Snoop Dogg Leave your name and your number at the motherfuckin beep If dis one of my hoes, two-way me
{*BEEP*}
[Dr. Dre] Ay ay Snoop whattup? This your nigga Dre Ay man I was thinkin I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin album So check it out, put this on there: All you motherfuckin haters out there, can suck my motherfuckin dick! And we still smokin, what?!
[Chorus: Nate Dogg] For the nigga who be talkin loud and holdin his dick Talkin shit, he better LAY LOW For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better LAY LOW For the niggaz who be claimin my hood and really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOW I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin and I won't do a thing, really HOPE SO!
[Snoop Dogg] Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say so Limo tint rollin deep like the President See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (beitch) I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate
Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin this Whatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch it Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records Unseen but well heard, do not disturb The only reason you alive cause I ain't sent the word I flip, faster than birds , Snoop Dogg will emerge from the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke I bring the worst from the L.B.C. Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say From the "World's Most Dangerous Group" - N.W.A Ay, ay
[Butch Cassidy] Our rise, it was no surprise I always knew these fools would trip Hatin, fakin, schemin on mine and on the down low copy shit Best move cause I refuse to lose no matter which damn road I choose So lay low cause you might be bruised Top story on the evening news I ain't for games , so if you wanna play 'em lay low Lay down on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know That's what I came fo'
[Goldie Loc - Eastsidaz] Where that nigga who be talkin shit? He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin the tits Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin to take her home
Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong
[Tray Deee - Eastsidaz] Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with? The same click he came with and made the game flip Now niggaz grow they hair, hope they stayin act hard That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P] Whassup pimpin? It's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but loop They call me Jack Hannah for all the red I got but they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta It's, No Limit til I D-I-E C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be
I got love (Yeah for all y'all unaware) (Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous (Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to) Gang-sta Nate (Nate Dogg, remix with Bink) (Doin what we wanna...) Young Got-ti
Ok, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B) With the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies Three fo dubs and trees Chinky eyes, B-Low double G's Hit three fo' clubs and breeze The tree flow double trees Don't speak, the deez host publicly Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's Don't know what these broads trouble grief For these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze (F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider You lookin at a "coast to coast G" I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside Please believe it, believe it please You gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's
I got love I got love for, my homies who be rollin with me Play no games Play no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me I got love I got love for, my niggaz on my family tree Down with the ghetto, down for whatever If you was down before then you still gon' be down with me
Format ya doormat Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah) Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic Step up and accept it You wanna see the shells shift Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip like a slick disc and twist Buster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby Got 'em loungin in the lobby Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies Suckers! (I got love) And all the homies round up, throw the pound up Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love) Pros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me Alive to tell this story, and I And who am I, be the agostra Gotti Sinatra sloss sling, soldiers
Cap-tain Save Captain Save A, er cuz she hangin on me She can't hang She can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey Just in-case Just incase I, better take a weapon with me When these hoes When these hoes get clever, down for whatever If she stress me some more I'll leave the heffer down in the street
(I got love) For chucktailors and Con
C'mere let's con- , I mean where you heard those words first (I got blunts) .. My niggaz put in hard work Twenty four hours and packs go like front work (I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs Same bitches that strip for bucks (Got no love) For half these dudes spittin Other half don't live it see.. I talk about it bitch (I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach You see how I'm eatin contenders (I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original more lyrical, plus dogg.. (I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, in my sentence My times now, eat when I'm finished (As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat Got your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!
I got love I got game cuz, the game was given to me Say my name Say my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me Give it up Give it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat I don't know Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar If you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me
