Ai Dogg, let me holla atcha man
Wuz up home?
Word is on the streets
Your beats gone be delicate since Dre did shake the speas out,
man.
Delicate? Beats?
So thats what makes me now?
Man, I dont give a fuck about no beat
(Now let me shake that shit man)
(I hear ya Dogg)
(Its a cold, cold thing!)
(Its a cold thing!)
(For real, hmm!)
I got more niggas tryin to get at me than the President do sometimes
Niggas be tryin to get at me cos I be droppin funky rhymes
What the fuck is goin on? This rap game is made to make money
You niggas is taking the shit outta hand, actin way too funny
Doin too much, yknow I see it from the get-go
What the fucks goin on wit you niggas, yall tryin to play a low pro
And tryin ta be hard and tryin ta be big willies or whatever they call it
I guess its time for me to act just like an alcoholic
And step to the game, Im a stumble in like I dont know
And if a nigga say somethin wrong, Im takin off from the get-go
I aint givin no room to try to get me first
Cos I done been bombed on before and Ima tell you, man, thats the worst
Fifth in the world, but Ima keep my thang together
Cos Ima keep makin money and hope everything is still together
Havin papers, man, now what yall niggas doin?
All yall broke on the corner, drinkin your drink, wanna be doin what Im
doin
But dont get mad and dont be tryin to play-hate
Cos, uhh, takin trips around state to state
Representin, uhh, what yall wanna represent
But yall cant represent it cos yall got no dollars, no cents
Im movin on, groovin on and Im movin
Makin more moves than the average Cuban
Tryin ta get Gs across the town, tryin ta make more hits
And tryin ta get my game tight and get at your bitch
Now if she wants to get with this, she gone come holla at a player, do
Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce
And she wants to jump in, bring a friend
Cos everything is like alphabet, come on in
Come on in and bring a friend and you can come on back
Cos when you do, we gone be sippin on some Cognac
Its on me, Im feelin good tonight
Cos Ima do mines and Ima keep everything tight
I aint lettin nothin leak cos if thangs leak, then Im get caught
And I cant get caught cos you know how they do it about that child support
Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who aint got his game tight
Gettin 18-point-5 percent, half your life
Shit, I love my baby boy and all
But I aint gonna be payin no bitch, no no, no way Dogg
Im too slick on my toes, Im too tight
Im guaranteed to get away from some shit like dat, aint that right
Cos, uhh, when you play in this game you got to be the real player
You cant be no fake ass nigga talkin about you wanna be the man
Cos if you aint with the game, the game aint gonna be wit you
And I can put that on everything including you
One of every five black males berfore the year 2000 will be detained or
deceased
No justice, no peace
Yeah the truth hurts, we scared to go to church
Look here, but dont cut it, gettin five points
Step back for a second, Im puttin less than five to this joint
Hmm, if this is the bomb niggas gonna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics
Niggas be trippin but Ill be pimpin
I dont be trippin off no nigga at all, no bitches
Just tryin to get money, I dont even be trippin off no switches
I used to like low-riders but now I like Eastsiders
I put it down wit me and make a hit maker, yknowhatImsayin?
I love the Lakers now cos now they got Shaq ONeal
Its time to make a million dollars and thats for real
See we gone blow up and show up and throw up nuttin but Dogg Pound
Give it to ya ta put it down and well be round to your town
So just sit in your seats and wait til we come through
Until we do just keep smokin grey and blue
Or whatever you do just stay true to what you do
Cos we gone keep doin what the fuck we got to do
Now, follow me now and listen to the instructions
Cos the games gonna get deep now, niggas is tryin ta creep
Tryin ta get up on game but they dont wanna be down with the PG
All of a sudden everybody wanna dis DP
Now, what we look like?
Makin yall diss us, that aint right
I should get upset but Ima stay composed
Chill for a second, spit at some hos
Drinkin my drink, smokin my dank
Countin my bank, uhh that shit stank
Stanky bank is what I got cos Ima keep it
And nah this aint no motherfuckin secret
Yeah, were in drought season
Niggas lookin for a reason
Its like thanksgiving without the feast
Yeah the truth hurts, were scared to go to church
They got me runnin from my life, Im jumpin gates
They got dogs on my ass, but Im a Dogg
So I know how to alert and get wit dat shit
The dog run up on me I give him a cold
Like nigga back up off me
He turn around and bite the police, hmm
Game recognise Snoop Dogg too cold, Im on my toes
I slide in the back of a garage, dippin with this ho
They run right past me, ask me "Have I seen the suspect?"
"Yeah, he went that way", now for the jack
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