Still Smokin lyrics - Snoop Dogg
Say, my nigga, huh
You not gon' believe this shit when I tell you this, cuh
Nigga, I had the craziest motherfucking dream
Listen when I tell you this, my nigga
I had a dream I was back on Death Row Records
We gon' take a trip right now
Like we always do about this time
No, we didn't
Haha, yes, he did
What the fuck is up, niggas and niggettes? Oh, yeah
We back up in this motherfucker
You wouldn't believe me even if I told you niggas
My game is cold, I could still mold you niggas
Roll you niggas a fat stick of that chronic
A hundred sixty million dollar man (What?), bitch, I'm bionic
SN, lesson (Huh?), step in (What? Huh?), automatic weapon
Death Row, oh, no, can't let this shit go
I think about Pac, I think about Suge, I think about Nate
I think I left a small piece on my plate
I'ma rework this shit and get a few things straight
Not here to debate, just simply wanna vibe and create
Smoke a little sticky-icky, drop my vocals on tape
And call my lil' cute bitch who loves smokin' on vapes
Let that settle in, Death Row back in (What up?)
Cuh gon' let 'em in (Ayy)
Ain't no love lost, nigga, understand me? (What?)
Those my carnales, that's my family (Haha)
We back on buzz
We ride for each other 'cause that's what it is, nigga
And that's what it was
Harry-O got freed up, unfinished business
We LLC'd up, Los Angeles G'd up
Yeah, yeah, I don't love you no more
Gun Smoke lyrics - Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg, what up, cuh?
What up, Snoop Dogg? What's up, my nigga?
What a G, what up, though, my nigga? What's happenin' with it?
Shit, you know me, my nigga (Blaze that shit up)
Aww, they in the 'Nati just doin' what I do, haha
Oh, for real? Sure, I could dig that
Oh, you wanna hear that?
What a G, nigga, I am where it's cookin' at
Nigga, ain't no lookin' back
Nigga, what you lookin' at?
Lost it in the dice game, took it back
Look at that nigga with the black on
Me and Tek back on
I'm the rapper, so I got to get my rap on
He's the producer with the bass
Now clap on, snap on my fit
Shoot it, shawty, hit it (Ooh)
Lit it slow, really, though, from the city, though
Where they kill for a penny
Shot him, saved him, sent him back to the hideaway
I'm tryna find a ride away
Grew up on the darker side, pray for a brighter day
Fuck the alphabet, PD and the C to the I, the A
Every nigga grab a K, aim it in the same way
Until they fuckin' go away
Bang it 'til they blow away
Tryna do a show a day
Raised my level, lowered my car
And shoot at these motherfuckin' fake rap stars (Nope)
I'd rather not, too much time to be taken
Ain't no fakin' when you cakin' and bakin'
And makin' moves like a CEO
Tellin' only cheat a ho
Threw up the set to seek a friend, a foe
'Cause I ain't got nothin' for 'em but some info
Small bag of indo, a pot to piss in
And a one-room flat so he can throw it out the window
Yep, Tek, this my intro, haha
Doggy, where you hangin' at?
Homie, can you bring it back?
We need some money and some things and a starter pack
A few tickets and we'll kick it back to you, loc
No thang, a friendly game of some gun smoke
Coming Back lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. Nefertitti Avani & October London)
Five, four, three, two, one
Yessir, haha
2022
Big Snoop D-O-Double G
Ayo Battlecat
You know what time it is, it's time to do this shit we usually do
Let's go
Hah
What's my name?
Say what?
When times get tough, I want to give it up
And I just can't let go like that
And girl, how long it took to build it up
There must be some reason why he callin' back (I'm back)
I'm back in this bitch ready to do it again
Light that Chronic, where my Gin?
They lettin' real niggas up out of the pen
Roller skate, now roll again
I hit my sweet spot, streets got back on lead
Beatbox, heat rocks, talk that shit
Plottin', plan it, bakin' inhale
Shakin' no shakin, while makin' demands
A lil' tension in the hood, but I'm loved by my fans
Same Dog stance and I get it from my hands
Really don't talk when its' time to do advance
Take a chance on yourself like I did on me
I was amazed like a kid on me
No smut, no shit on me
So far up, that I can't look now
But every once in a while I find my way back down
When times get tough, I want to give it up
And I just can't let go like that (Man)
And girl, how long it took to build it up
There must be some reason why he callin' back (Can all the people say)
Woah (Yeah, c'mon)
Hah, yeah
And all the ladies in the back, lemme hear you say
Woah (Yeah, c'mon now)
Yeah, feel good to ya
Yeah, 'cause it's good for ya, c'mon
Yeah, get ya groove on
A-get ya skate on, roll on
Hey Doggy (Yeah)
What's that mean?
That means I'm back on the floor, get ya dough
Every player that I know give a fuck about a ho
Hey Doggy (Yeah)
What's that mean?
That means I'm back on the roll, gettin' more dough
And tell 'em Snoop Dogg said so
When times get tough, I want to give it up
And I just can't let go like that
And girl, how long it took to build it up
There must be some reason why he callin' back
(Yeah, so uh, heard you back on Death Row; That's right?)
Yeah, fasho
Sandwich Bag lyrics - Snoop Dogg
So Harry-O out, huh? (Yup)
Well, you tell him I said pull up on me
I got a sandwich bag for him (Right, right, right)
(Right, right, yeah)
Never seen a bag that I ain't like
Lambchop with the doors off
Lil' bitch, you know I got a wife
As she proceed to take her clothes off
Self-driven, this the life I chose
My tunnel vision was somethin' like El Chapo's
Black Swan on my toes, watch for the potholes
I rather focus on how much water the pot holds
Started out breakin' records, now we breakin' records
Never thought I would be famous for my indiscretions
She up and down on my pole, but this ain't no election
I'm busy fuckin' the globe, bitch, I don't need protection
Correction; this my C-section, how ya livin'?
They makin' music but we on a different algorithm
Lookin' at life through a glass jar, cloudy vision
All I ever needed was one mic, Scottie Pippen
I thought I told niggas this come with the territory
New gold digger, that come with the territory
The lifestyles of the rich get dangerous
Some die with a name, others die nameless
I heard they plottin' on me, that come with the territory
Keep that thang on me, yeah, that's self-explanatory
But I ain't trippin', speakin' the truth will get you canceled fast
That's Dre drop, this type of talk come with a sandwich bag
I'm in this bitch with a double cup
She wanna smoke, lemme show you the ropes, double dutch
Time to level up, nigga, paper been long
Gators hangin' out the Lamb', Fred Flintstone
B-baller, s-shot caller
Twenty-inch blades and they on the Impala
So many years in the game, I done became a Rottweiler
Survivor, with motherfuckin' diamonds on my collar
Made nigga, fuck yo' advice, really got a billi' in my sights
Blowin Za', reachin' new heights
Buckle up, we 'bout to take flight
Cartier froze, just watch
VV's drippin' on Watts
FedEx, I'm beatin' up the box
Bad bitches, drop it like it's hot
I thought I told niggas this come with the territory
She a gold digger, that come with the territory
The lifestyles of a Crip get dangerous
Some die with a name, others die nameless
I heard they plottin' on me, that come with the territory
I keep that rocket on me, yeah, that's self-explanatory
Tread light, homie, they don't understand the math
This real spill, this shit come with a sandwich bag
Conflicted lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. Nas)
If God for me, who could be against me?
I guess all them niggas that's against me
They the ones stirrin' up the conflict
Then try to make it out like I'm conflicted
Bitches
East Coast niggas in six-fours hittin' switches (Shit)
It's not a conflict of interest
Cuh, them niggas with the business
West Coast niggas rockin' them Timberlands deep up in them trenches
It's no difference
Neither one play games when swingin' for them fences
We want the finer things, the shit that's expensive
The shit that hit 'em either close range or at a distance
If God for me, nigga, why bother?
I got my game from the Godfather (Woof)
Top of the food chain, rock bottom
And handled my business when it was my problem
G shit, nigga flossin' with a gold chain
I got my Turkish rope with matchin' gold fangs
Bomber jacker in the winter, it's a cold game
I met some East Coast niggas up in Spokane (What up?)
Some of the realest niggas in this dope game
I got my curly top, lookin' like Special Ed
Clean fade on the side, bumpin' that redhead
Clean tags when I ride, duckin' the fed-feds
East Coast niggas, they get that bread-bread
You fuck with them niggas, you end up dead-dead
Them West Coast niggas, they leave that lead spread
And now you got bullets all in your dread head
If God for me, who could be against me?
I guess all them niggas that's against me
They the ones stirrin' up the conflict
Then try to make it out like I'm conflicted
Bitches
Still tryna fuck the riches
East Coast niggas in six-fours hittin' switches (Shit)
It's not a conflict of interest
Cuh, them niggas with the business
West Coast niggas rockin' them Timberlands deep up in them trenches
It's no difference
Fourth and inches
I'm finna hit a lick and handle business
I got a down bitch, she real vicious
Rock-a-bye baby, no witness
This is not even a conflict
You niggas on nonsense
Niggas die the same way in Brooklyn and Compton
But niggas with that gang-gang, them niggas make a profit
Niggas on top, niggas stay poppin'
Look, see, I was the high school Slick Rick, I was stylin'
Fat gold chain with an African medallion
Hip-hop connoisseur and Rollin' 20 Crippin'
Rap game real tight, freestyle was magnificent
All about the clout and all about my dividends
Them older niggas couldn't tell me different
I need a 'round the way girl to let me stick it in
Showtime at the Apollo
I'm drinking OE up out the bottle
Take two swigs and pour out a little liquor for my niggas who won't live to see tomorrow
If God for me, who could be against me?
I guess all them niggas that's against me
They the ones stirrin' up the conflict
Then try to make it out like I'm conflicted
Daddy lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. Emo Trap)
Say, boo, what's happenin'?
I need you to come see me on Saturday, alright?
Got this plan I need to run by, 'kay?
Alright, Daddy love you too
Daddy, daddy, da-da-daddy, daddy
Daddy, daddy, da-daddy (Uh, uh), daddy (Yeah, yeah)
Daddy, daddy, da-daddy
Scoot up Lamborghini with lil' shawty, she the baddest
She gon' roll the weed, shoot the gun, she a savage
She put up with my shit, so if she want it, I'ma grab it
Ice all on your neck, I put them horses in the carriage
Scoot up Lamborghini with lil' shawty, she the baddest
She gon' roll the weed, shoot the gun, she a savage
She put up with my shit, so if she want it, I'ma grab it
Ice all on your neck, I put them horses in the carriage
Break laws, big kahunas, and big balls
Bad bitches, I break 'em off, the big boss is back at you, pissed off
She ain't got no direction, she a bit lost
I kick it off at my penthouse loft downtown 'cross the city
She saditty, but we don't really fall in that category
She go silly for Daddy
Cincinnati bread, she do what Daddy said
From gourmet meal cookin' to givin' Daddy some head
All her bottoms is red, niggas draped in blue
Never broke a stare, she make it do what it do
Welcome to my family, from me to you
I ain't your father, I'm your daddy, bitch
Keep Daddy rich
Hold it down and don't let Daddy slip
I'm out of town, I'll be back, daddy trip
I'm gone, sit back and watch Daddy dip (Yeah)
Scoot up Lamborghini with lil' shawty, she the baddest
She gon' roll the weed, shoot the gun, she a savage
She put up with my shit, so if she want it, I'ma grab it
Ice all on your neck, I put them horses in the carriage
Scoot up Lamborghini with lil' shawty, she the baddest
She gon' roll the weed, shoot the gun, she a savage
She put up with my shit, so if she want it, I'ma grab it
Ice all on your neck, I put them horses in the carriage
Ooh, I ain't your father, I'm your-
Yeah, I ain't your father, I'm your-
Yeah, I ain't your father, I'm your-
I'm a big time nigga, not a bitch-flyin' nigga
Zip tie, nigga, don't try, nigga
Low patience, no fakin', I slip by, nigga
Get up in her ear, now your bitch mines, nigga
Quit lyin', nigga, your bitch for the streets
Gettin' closer to Daddy, I put her on a leash before that bitch get loose
Now we on the roof
Bitch brought the liquor, big Daddy got the juice
Five, four, three, two, one, I see her run
Captivate her mind, hop off that gun
I proceed to put the game up in her
Don't worry 'bout it, nigga, she's with a winner (Ooh-wee)
I drop the top, she light the weed up
Cruise control, I don't speed up (Ah)
Super Crip with a bitch up in the caddy
I'm not your father, bitch, I'm your daddy
She call me daddy like she don't know who her daddy is
I go up in her 'til she know I'm like a sedative
Cuttin' up like Jimmy Bones
When they pull up to my house, she gon' let 'em in
Homie like to let 'em in
Casamigo' in my body tryna settle in
I just put back on my clothes, now she wet again
She ain't trippin' 'bout no bitch that she look better than
Gotta buy my bitch a body, she my medicine
Scoot up Lamborghini with lil' shawty, she the baddest
She gon' roll the weed, shoot the gun, she a savage
She put up with my shit, so if she want it, I'ma grab it
Ice all on your neck, I put them horses in the carriage
Scoot up Lamborghini with lil' shawty, she the baddest
She gon' roll the weed, shoot the gun, she a savage
She put up with my shit, so if she want it, I'ma grab it
Ice all on your neck, I put them horses in the carriage
Da-daddy, daddy (Yeah)
Daddy, daddy (Yeah)
Da-daddy, daddy (Yeah)
Daddy, daddy (Yeah)
Da-daddy, daddy (Yeah)
Daddy, daddy (Yeah)
Da-daddy, daddy (Yeah)
Daddy, daddy (Yeah)
Da-daddy, daddy (Yeah, damn)
Daddy, daddy (Yeah, I feel like I'm forgettin' somethin')
Da-daddy, daddy (Yeah, oh, yeah)
Daddy, daddy (Yeah, I remember that shit)
Doggystylin lyrics - Snoop Dogg
Dre let a Dogg out, killed 'em with 187 (Seven)
Nigga kept it gangsta, Doggy the one they checkin' (Checkin')
Bangin' in the party soon as a nigga step in (Step in)
All blue hoodie coverin' up my weapon (Weapon)
All blue Chucks, blue bandana hangin' (Hangin')
Eastside Long Beach, 20 Crip gangin' (Sup, cuh?)
Tell them niggas as I put the weed to the flame (Yeah)
Nigga droppin' Doggystyle, 'bout to change the game
Capture gang life in my music (Music)
Bust a freestyle and niggas lose it (Lose it)
Funky worm, funky bassline
Get your bang on and party at the same time (Say what?)
I'm 'bout to show 'em how I put it down (Yeah)
You niggas never heard this raw sound (Yeah)
Killers on my team, I got all hounds (All hounds)
Spittin' rounds with the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound (Motherfuckin' Dogg Pound)
Put in work, stood my ground (Yes, uh-huh)
Murder case? Beat the trial (Say what?)
I tell all the homies, "Turn around" (Turn around)
While I fuck this world doggy style (Ooh-wee)
Doggy on that Eastside shit (Eastside)
C-walkin', throwin' up Crip (Crip)
Keep it gangsta everywhere I go
Doggystylin', everybody know (Yes, sir)
I got the pedal to the floor, nigga (Uh, uh)
Sta-Sof in the 'fro, nigga (Uh, uh)
Representin' Death Row, nigga
Doggystylin', everybody know
I got my mind on my money and my 9 on me
Don't try it, homie, last nigga tried, nigga died on me
Slide homie the MAC for niggas tryna ride on me
Five shots to the back of your hat (Homicide on me)
Doggy all about the money, platinum hits, classic shit
You have to admit this nigga don't quit
Grab the clicky, it's lookin' iffy, all my Eastsiders ridin' with me
Real niggas keep it a buck fifty
A hundred fifty deep on the ground
Ghetto bird spotlight makin' rounds
Chillin' with a thick bitch, she like, "Daddy, how?"
Turn around, bitch, you know I like it doggy style
Doggy on that Eastside shit (Eastside)
C-walkin', throwin' up Crip (Crip)
Keep it gangsta everywhere I go
Doggystylin', everybody know (Yes, sir, yes, sir)
I got the pedal to the floor, nigga (Haha, uh, uh)
Sta-Sof in the 'fro, nigga (Haha, uh, uh)
Representin' Death Row, nigga
Doggystylin', everybody know
Crip Ya Enthusiasm lyrics - Snoop Dogg
Another episode of a Doggy Dogg tale, you know me well
You know I'm coming by the smell
I'm here when you see the weed smoke in the air
Party people, wave your hands like you just don't care
Crip your enthusiasm
Mm, pen and paper, money maker, let the beat ride
Let me put you up on this nigga from the east side
This nigga born ready, serve a nigga ether
With the pen or off the heady, this nigga flow is deadly (Where he at?)
Right here, Snoop Dogg, I'm with the G Child
Play something, let me fuck you up just with this freestyle (That's dope)
For sure, but let's make a real record with real effort
'Cause my pen game is lethal cyanide mixed with ether
Spittin' nothin' but them hits out
The Chronic put the world up on this shit Snoopy been about
I wrote it down, needed backup, called the hounds
I'm worldwide, you know the voice, you know the sound (Ha-ha)
Paint it like Picasso, my spot on top of the charts
You ain't fuckin' with the Dogg, I do this shit every day
I don't play with this here, just look at my resume
I'm probably Pimp of the Year, that's what all the players say
My smooth tone, reppin' for the blue zone
Crip shit, for niggas to get they groove on (Hey)
I tell my street life glory in a east side story
I got that Hall of Fame pen game, nigga, ain't shit changed
Still leave you niggas assed out like Ving Rhames
Ever since I started, I've been all about big things
Crip it, curve it, flip it and serve it
I'm at your service so don't get nervous
These are words coming from the Dogg
And everything I do is lit (Yes, sir)
Hoppin' right along, tryna get my party on
Call my nigga (Leon Black), let's go bust a bitch (Mm)
La-di-da-di, Snoopy's in the party
Smokin' that yessir, the best served, that's good for everybody
It's some players in the house, if you see 'em, point 'em out
Pulled up in that Bentley with my nigga Leon Black with me
That's simply two layers of mackin' on you bitches
Like true players (But I'm here with my baby daddy), bitch, who cares?
We came to make the party crack, no games
I'm in the party strapped, Snoop Dogg and Black, now, where the party at?
Pop that champagne bottle, we goin' up full throttle
Don't matter, wherever Snoopy go, these hoes gon' follow
Glasses up, we toastin', Backwoods I'm smokin'
V.I.P., I'm posted, eeny-meeny-miney
You know where to find me
With a cute-faced bitch, big ass and waist tiny
I got 'em lined up like tic-tac-toe, that's three in a row
An exotic bitch, a snow bunny and me and your ho
We all up in the club livin' our best life
Black gave a nigga thumbs, nigga like, "That's right"
Hit the dance floor with some twins, they was close friends
Back that ass up, she said, "Grab it with both hands"
Now players do what players do
You know the Dogg, no sugar-coatin', I speak the truth
I make the rules, grip it, curve it, flip it and serve it
I'm at your service, now, don't get nervous
Another episode of a Doggy Dogg tale, you know me well
You know I'm coming by the smell
I'm here when you see the weed smoke in the air
Party people, wave your hands like you just don't care
Crip your enthusiasm
Yeah, say what?
Crip your enthusiasm
Okay, like that?
Say what, say what?
Crip your enthusiasm
Uh, like this?
Yeah, Crip your enthusiasm
Uh
Gotta Keep Pushing lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. T.I. & Sleepy Brown)
(Blackberry molasses)
(One of the things that never change)
(You gotta keep pushing on)
(The sun don't rain all the time)
(There's gonna be some heartache and pain)
You gotta keep pushing on
Just sitting here reminiscing, man
Pushing on
Gotta keep pushing on
Mm
You gotta keep push-
Who remember growing up eating Corn Flakes?
Spend the night at granny house 'cause momma on a date
So you ate what you ate and you ate it quick
'Cause you knew your grandma, she ain't play that shit
Paw Paw, he stayed in another house
With another woman, she a brick house
Growing up fast was a shit show
It's a few things I learned from the get go
A few folks in my fam fell down
Then they got they feet back on solid ground
And came back around and showed me how to fail
See there's a lesson every time a nigga take a L
Dead or in jail, that's the fairytale
What I know about it? I know it very well
That's why I don't stop, won't stop, can't quit
Keep pushing making that dope shit
You gotta keep push-
Through the good and the bad
Whether happy or sad
Tryna stand as a man
You gotta keep pushing on
We will see what they do
Keep your head up and move
Love will always come through (Yeah, a'ight Snoop)
You gotta keep push-
Through hell or high water, keep my confidence on the level
Let my family support me, it could be me against whoever
Say I'm cancelled, I say even better
Man, who gon' tell 'em?
Your opinion doesn't validate me, I been the shit
In my hood, can't get no better, could never intimidate me
Trap music say we geniuses, politics say we crazy (Shit)
Man, I was selling Ye when Brenda had a baby
When nothing but hip-hop could come and save me
And I just sat there on the pavement
Tryna find a way to make some payment
Had first dibs when they came in
Selling pounds of reefer was strange then (What?)
For eight thousand they gave me ten of 'em
Drove to make it make twenty off the same ten
All our lives we were taught to just hold the pain in (For real)
Imitate Neanderthals and copy cavemen
Can't teach a man how to make it with a handout
Fuck fitting in, keep pushing until you standout
You gotta keep push-
Through the good and the bad
Whether happy or sad
Tryna stand as a man
You gotta keep pushing on
We will see what they do
Keep your head up and move
Love will always come through
You gotta keep pushing on
Through the good and the bad
Whether happy or sad
Tryna stand as a man
You gotta keep pushing on
We will see what they do
Keep your head up and move
Love will always come through
You gotta keep pushing on
Blackberry molasses
One of the things that never change
You gotta keep pushing on
House I Built lyrics - Snoop Dogg
Yo, Nick (Yo)
So, uh, how much is my Sandbox worth right now?
Your sand- your sand token?
Yeah, what's my- (Just your token?)
Yeah (Uh, four-point- four-point-eight)
What did it start off at?
Three hundred thousand dollars
So it's at $4.8 million?
Yeah
Cash
Ayo, Hit-Boy
I think it's time for another one
Yeah, haha
I'm Snoop Dogg- Dogg
And my rhyme- rhyme- rhymes are fresh
I'm Snoop Dogg- Dogg
And my rhyme- rhyme- rhymes are fresh
Walkin' through The Sandbox with flip-flops on
This reminds me of a hip-hop song (Right on)
No Instagrams, no TikToks on
You run up on the Dogg and get bip-bopped on (Bip-bopped on?)
Back in the days, yeah, they took my songs
But if I get back, then I could live like that (Facts)
See, we don't cry over spilled milk
I'm Snoop Dogg, baby, and I'm smooth as silk
Every beat I rapped on, that bitch was killed
Every brim I wore, that ho was tilt
I'm standin' tall like I'm walkin' on stilts
Aftermath on blast from the house I built, uh (Haha)
And that's east to the west, right?
The niggas on my team, they say they livin' they best life
A drug dealer turned CEO
And I'ma show you how to get this dough
Livin' what I call the way I did it
Doin' it my way, that's how I get it
Reppin' the east side, Long Beach city
Keepin' it gangsta is all I know, know
We gon' throw our set up (Set up)
And we gon' get our bread up
While I roll my weed up
In my Sandbox with my feet up (Feet up)
We keep blowin' trees, all these emergencies
A hundred-million-dollar deals with this cryptocurrency
Spitter, hitter, did her, get her, man, I got a lotta moves
Used to spend a lotta bread on a whole lotta jewels
Fools learn fast, so I must be the fastest
Took all my classes, learned it by the masses
Surpassed all the masters, now I'm the master
Last thing out there is my Doggystyle masters
Yeah, I gotta have it like a bad habit
'Cause Doggystyle, nigga, was a motherfuckin' classic (Ooh-wee)
Am I lyin'? No, you not
It was hot, so motherfucker, gimme what you got
Now we can get off into some gangsta shit
We can laugh, toast or blast (What up, cuz?)
Or you can be a gentleman
And handle this shit like you got some class
Livin' what I call the way I did it
Doin' it my way, that's how I get it
Reppin' the east side, Long Beach city
Keepin' it gangsta is all I know, know
We gon' throw our set up (Set up)
And we gon' get our bread up
While I roll my weed up
In my Sandbox with my feet up (Feet up)
I'm Snoop Dogg- Dogg
And my rhyme- rhyme- rhymes are fresh
I'm Snoop Dogg- Dogg
And my rhyme- rhyme- rhymes are fresh
Hit-Boy, Snoop Dogg
Outside The Box lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. Nate Dogg)
[Snoop Dogg:]
Yeah, this is dedicated to the niggas that was down from day one
Welcome back
[Nate Dogg:]
Every time I turn around, every time they hear my sound
They get me all up underground, still inside the box
Fuck what they say, just be, the Black folk like it, it's a hit
How can this true gangster shit be still outside the box?
[Snoop Dogg:]
We came from a place where our hearts are pure
People wanna know what we're marchin' for
Grouped up, scooped up all my pals
Flavor for days, so much style
They can't even put it in a box now (Wow)
Stepped out, gator smile, wait a while
"Excuse me, Snoopy, can we get a flick?"
I ain't really trippin', go on, take that shit
What? It's really gon' be 'bout gettin' love
And that's only 'cause I give love
I stand up for it, I manned up for it like a brother 'posed to
Went through, go through, goin' through, knowin' you
Showin' you, flowin' to and the mental to grow into
Let bygones be bygones
So you can be an icon like I've done
[Nate Dogg:]
Every time I turn around, every time they hear my sound
They get me all up underground, still inside the box
Fuck what they say, just be, the Black folk like it, it's a hit
How can this true gangster shit be still outside the box?
[Snoop Dogg:]
Own it like I want it, that's 24/7
Me and my dawgs on the highway to Heaven
Just put a Funko in 7-Eleven
It's a trifecta, me, Jasmine, and Kevin
Built a massive team that's passion themed
Do it for the love, on top there's the cream
I do it 'til I did that, get enough
Run it up, rake enough, make enough to give back
What? It's really gon' be 'bout gettin' love
And that's only 'cause I give love
I stand up for it, I manned up for it like a brother 'posed to
Went through, go through, goin' through, knowin' you
Showin' you, flowin' to and the mental to grow into
Let bygones be bygones
So you can be an icon like I've done
[Nate Dogg:]
Every time I turn around, every time they hear my sound
They get me all up underground, still inside the box
Fuck what they say, just be, the Black folk like it, it's a hit
How can this true gangster shit be still outside the box?
Jersey In The Rafters lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. The Game)
Ayo, Dogg, what's happenin' with motherfuckin' hip-hop, man?
Give us some lyrics, cuh
Some of that real hip-hop, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Boy, you lost it, nigga
[Snoop Dogg:]
It was him (Who?) then me (Who?) and no one after
So I blazed my trail and wrote my own chapters
Stomped down pterodactical raptors
Game's sustained, my new jersey's in the rafters
Statisticians, they keep up with it
No sleep 'til they get it
And once they got it, they count it
So I learned how to dismount it
My landing was perfect
A man with a purpose
I learned to resurface
A boss but no workers
While you're sleepin', I'm lurkin'
I'm shifty at fifty, I keep the work and I'm workin'
Big Snoop D-O-double-G
Yellow like bumblebee
Mellow like R&B
Your bitches keep followin' me
I'm right where I oughta be
Plottin' my pottery
I'm watchin' my calories
Rechargin' my batteries
A ticket up front? That's my usual salary
They imitatin' my style, shit, I call it flattery
I'm here forever, nigga, and that's just what that'll be
Look it up, hook it up
Charge it to the game until you book it up
Take a picture, nigga, look at us
Hit-Boy and Snoop Dogg in the kitchen, nigga, cookin' up
[The Game:]
Ayy, Dogg, get on the phone with Dre, tell Dre call Interscope, tell them niggas run me my shit or else, nigga
The Game's to be sold, Blood, not to be told, Blood
The chronic get broke down, Backwoods get rolled up
Yup, fifty Bloods when I showed up
What's beef? Chopper turnin' niggas into cold cuts
Snoop told me, "Show love," but niggas ain't deserve it
I'ma talk my shit like I'm the next rapper murdered
Red sedan swervin' with the Peter Pan workin'
Hand-to-hand serve 'em right outside of Tam Burgers
Bullets ain't got no names, my fully quick to aim
I bully niggas for change, I pulled in to rip the strings
Puppet master, F&N's got 'em duckin' faster
Aftermath, you niggas know it ain't nothin' after
I can't chill 'til I see a hundred mil'
Hop off a PJ in Aruba with a blunt and chill
My old apartment still in action, water runnin' still
And if I can't kill you, these L.A. summers will
[Snoop Dogg:]
It was him then me and no one after
So I blazed my trail and wrote my own chapters
Stomped down pterodactical raptors
Game's sustained, my new jersey's in the rafters (Nigga)
Yeah
2022
Death Row Records
'Nough said
Pop Pop lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. DaBaby)
He think he all of that
He think he all of that
And I know, and I know
I know you ain't with it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pop, pop, pop (Yeah, yeah), I did it
I am turnt up on them cheap-ass niggas (Let's go)
I take an L, keep givin' 'em hell, I ain't ever been a weak-ass nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't really got no sleep, not really
Told mama these niggas gotta see 'bout me, everywhere I go, I keep one with me
Come around me, I gotta see ID (Bitch), ho, you must be crazy
Bitch, I be NBA ballin' (Yeah)
We have an NBA party (Go)
Bitch, sign that
Don't pull out your phone, don't try that (Uh-uh)
'Fore I leave out, where's my iron at?
They know when I came in icy as fuck, I really don't care 'bout diamonds
These niggas can't stand how I'm shinin' (Face it, nigga)
He think he all of that
And I know, and I know
I know you ain't with it
Pop, pop, pop, I did it
He think he all of that
And I know, and I know
I know you ain't with it
Pop, pop, pop, I did it
Now ever since the pandemic, nigga been on lockdown
When you see me movin', probably cruisin' with my top down
Keep an exit plan, right hand for the knock out
DaBaby and the Dogg, motherfuckers better watch out
Doin' overtime for my grind, I never clock out (Nope)
Twenty-five thousand square feet for my rock house (Yup)
Vet her first, met her first, and let her burst
I got it poppin', four hoppin', niggas coppin' real estate up in my metaverse
He think he all of that
And I know, and I know
I know you ain't with it
Pop, pop, pop, I did it
He think he all of that
And I know, and I know
I know you ain't with it
Pop, pop, pop, I did it
Catch a Vibe lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. HeyDeon)
[Snoop Dogg:]
I don't know them niggas
Nigga, why don't you roll up there with me?
Nigga, quit actin' scary
If we both go up there, it's gon' look like somethin' up
Now you know niggas get real paranoid when they see a gang of motherfuckers walkin' up
Now this legendary shit is brought to you by
The D-O-double-G, twenty years of luxury
20 Crippin', fuck with me, east side hustler
Plus a cold motherfucker, you can't get enough of me
Ultramagnetic, these bitches gon' spread it for me
Chain lookin' sleepy, diamonds all embedded
Party poppin' like it's Beat Street, everybody lit
Everybody gettin' ready, summertime about to hit again
California's the spot (Spot)
I'm worldwide whether you like it or not (Not), hop in the whip (Whip)
Drop it and dip (Dip), top of the mornin', I'm out with a bitch
I'm in these streets clockin' a grip (Money)
I'm never gon' slip, never gon' fall off, grab that sawed-off
Everything above your neck (Baow), I blow that all off
You ain't in my bracket (Bracket) or my status quo
Snoop Dogg in the party with the baddest ho, let's go (Let's go)
[HeyDeon:]
Cruisin' down the 405 (405), yes
Take a break to catch a vibe (Catch a vibe)
Summertime I come alive (Come alive)
Happy, catch a vibe (Vibe), catch a vibe (Vibe)
Cruisin' down the 405 (405), yes
Take a break to catch a vibe (Catch a vibe)
Summertime I come alive (Come alive)
Happy, catch a vibe (Vibe), catch a vibe (Vibe)
[Snoop Dogg:]
Take a puff, flip the page, continue the story
I control the big stage, got fame and the glory
Money in the bank, from the streets to the business suites
From the Beach to executive meetings, more money, two million this week, nigga
From a street killer to a multi-million dollar weed dealer
Homies told you don't bring the bitch, Doggy Dogg might leave with her
The breadwinner (The breadwinner), I'm so rich and I'm never bitter
Runnin' game like a treadmill, cold nigga, big winner
Cruisin' down the 405, choose a place, yours or mine
We can make this legal paper, no need to read between the lines
Now we talkin' stocks and bonds, NFTs and cryptos
The money profit crackin', so to the bank a Crip go
I'm all about investments, I'm all your homies' reference
My boss moves on the top news, Snoop Dogg, he do not lose
The homie built a new franchise, needed one million, so I dropped two
Showed the nigga what the guap do when I stop through and I pop through and I got you
[HeyDeon:]
Cruisin' down the 405 (405), yes
Take a break to catch a vibe (Catch a vibe)
Summertime I come alive (Come alive)
Happy, catch a vibe (Vibe), catch a vibe (Vibe)
Cruisin' down the 405 (405), yes
Take a break to catch a vibe (Catch a vibe)
Summertime I come alive (Come alive)
Happy, catch a vibe (Vibe), catch a vibe (Vibe)
It's In The Air lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. Jane Handcock & Uncle Murda)
Yeah
I need somethin' from David Ruffin right now
Where you at, David?
Kick some shit for me, cuh
It's in the air
Yeah
It's everywhere
Haha
Yeah
Uncle Murda
I know you with me, nigga
It's in the air
It's in the air
It's everywhere
I smell you, nigga
Haha
Snoop, I feel it in the air
West Coast, East Coast, you know the vibes
I used to be a soldier, nigga, I did what I was told
Bossed up, got niggas under me now that I control
Got interrogated for homicides, I ain't never fold
Sold drugs, sold pussy, ain't never sell my soul
Got shot, shot niggas, I been through all that shit
Wanted Jordans back when my mama couldn't afford them shits
Watching her struggle made me not wanna be a civilian
Acquired the finer things in life by being a villain
If you ain't played the field, you wouldn't understand my story
All them robberies we committed back then was mandatory (They was)
All your niggas might not be there for you when you need them
You gon' find out who is who when you fighting for your freedom
You in a gang, you'd be a fool to think everyone loyal
My kids don't know nothing 'bout struggling, all of them spoiled
That's why I do this shit, thought y'all niggas knew this shit
If I can't put food on they table, I'ma start shooting shit
It's in the air
It's everywhere
Said, it's in the air
It's in the air
It's everywhere
Ooh
Let me in this motherfucker, Murda
When yo-yonder, we ponder, slip raindrops
Shit don't stop, we be rocking 'til the pain stops
Meditate, take a hit and levitate
Sit your ass down, boy, let me get your head straight
Look into my eyes 'til your pupils dilate
And if you really want that smoke, then I must annihilate
Fly away with no one
'Pon my return, I'm on one
Which leads me to plead the fifth
On the sixth and the seventh, I was blowing an eighth
On the ninth and the tenth, I was back in LA
On the eleventh and the twelfth, I was in the UK
Ask anybody, regulate it
Separate it
A tall glass of orange juice, concentrate it
Spraying niggas down with the sucker repellant
So you can smell what I'm smoking and you can see what I'm selling, nigga
It's in the air
It's everywhere
It's in the air
It's everywhere
Ooh
Yeah, it's in the air
And I'm talking 'bout love, love is in the air
See, love is a deadly word though
It's a thin line between love and hate, my nigga
See, 'cause a nigga could hate you so much, right?
But he really love you
We Don't Gotta Worry No More lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. Wiz Khalifa)
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, uh-huh, oh-oh
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, ay (Yeah)
They don't know what we saw (You saw), the pain we come from (Oh)
But we ain't gotta worry no more (Whoa)
They don't know what we saw (We saw), the pain we come from (From)
But we ain't gotta worry no more
From residing in Long Beach to
Havin' the president at our arms reach to
My compound being so damn profound
They told me all of this shit was beyond me (Ooh-wee)
I seen homicides by way of drive-bys
Hoppin' on jets, funny how time flies
I got big shoes to fill, they Laurents, I
Shed a tear as I stare in my mom's eyes
Yeah, I prophesied it and I manifested
Yeah, my pockets were skinny, yeah, they was anorexic
Yeah, I beat a murder case and made your favorite records (Records)
Yeah, let me say this message
They don't know what we saw (You saw), the pain we come from (Oh)
But we ain't gotta worry no more (Whoa)
They don't know what we saw (We saw), the pain we come from (From)
But we ain't gotta worry no more
Uh, neighborhoods, the gentrified
Our efforts, they wanna minimize
But a nigga serve a living God
But sometimes, we still ask, "Why?"
'Cause they don't know my pain and struggle
All the shit I seen
'Cause they just see the flashin' lights, the car
The shit was a dream
Cousins is doin' life sentence
All of my bitches light-skinned
History in the making and we right in it
Grand slam on yo' ass in the 9th inning
They don't know what we saw (You saw), the pain we come from (Oh)
But we ain't gotta worry no more (Whoa)
They don't know what we saw (We saw), the pain we come from (From)
But we ain't gotta worry no more
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, uh-huh, oh-oh
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, ay (Yeah)
I just wanna see how beautiful you are
You know that I see it, I know you're a star
Get This Dick lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. October London & Lil Duval)
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Settle down, d-d-down, d-d-down
Ooh, oh-oh-oh
So won't you come on over and get this dick
Whenever you need it (Need it)
I'll be there to beat it (Beat it)
Don't you worry
Come on over and get this dick
It's not hard to find it (Find it)
When you could stop all your grinding
I'll be there
So won't you come on over and get this dick
Early morning, turkey bacon on the wake up (Yeah)
Cheese with them grits, them tits, watching you shake 'em (Oh yeah)
You thick as oatmeal, I'm a ready to quaker (Come on)
Oats, but first let me smoke
Wanna hit this?
You fuckin' with me 'cause you know I keep that Bisquick
Stroke a pole while I roll up, "Baby, lick this"
Work it out, big fitness
Got me yelling, "Lord, can I get a, can I get a witness?"
Hole in your cup, let me stir it softly
Come and be the kush to a nigga coffee
You fiending for the nine, let me Nina Ross you
Yeah, how you like me now?
You make it, make it messy
Then you quick to wipe me down
Top it off with head
I ain't king without my crown (Ooh)
Poppin' like it's grease
Yeah, I'm loving every sound
Drop it like it's hot 'til I'm back around
Whenever you need it (Need it)
I'll be there to beat it (Beat it)
Don't you worry
Come on over and get this dick
It's not hard to find it (Find it)
When you could stop all your grinding
I'll be there
So won't you come on over and get this dick
Middle of the day, a boss stay in the hunch (Ah)
She feigning for this brunch, it's too early for lunch (Yeah)
Chicken and some eggs, your legs, watching them spread
You need it right now, I love watching you beg (Ooh)
Macaroni pasta, sausage with the lobster
She love fuckin' on the mobster with a monster (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm more of a doctor then a sponsor
Fix whatever you need and then I'm out (La, la, la, la)
The deezo, mid-day swinign' it like a kilo
Snoop, Billy Dee mixed with D-Lo
'Cause I don't give a fuck about a easel but I keep a 4-five (What?)
A lover and a friend, I can be both sides
If ya, if ya, if ya need that (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
No frontin', I like hittin' it from the bizack
Now let me do ya how I do ya, then I send you on your way
Handle business then get back to the play (Okay)
Whenever you need it (Need it)
I'll be there to beat it (Beat it)
Don't you worry (Don't worry)
Come on over and get this dick
It's not hard to find it (Find it)
When you could stop all your grinding (No, no, no)
I'll be there
So won't you come on over and get this dick
Whenever you need it (Whenever you)
I'll be there to beat it (Beat it)
Don't you worry (D-d-don't, d-d-don't worry)
Come on over and get this dick
It's not hard to find it (Find it)
When you could stop all your grinding (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I'll be there
So won't you come on over and get this dick
Okay baby, now it's dinner time
AKA let me get back, get back in it time (In it time)
Before the soul food come, have a sip of wine
Tequila shots with a hint of lime
No swine, so fine (Ooh yeah)
You walk, step to the stage, you get it, why?
You love the sound, you get louder than crowds
When I'm crowding up in your other space
Stop it girl, you makin' me make that other face (Ooh-ooh)
Get that ass above the face
While you wait (While you wait)
You're hot off the plate, I gotta taste
Grab your waist, drop ya face (No, no, no)
Boom, pow, you're done, I gotta shake
I got money to make, hold on
Say, baby, it's been real
But I got to go
I got places to be and people to see
Oh yeah, COD
Cash on-
Snoopy Don't Go lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. October London)
Ah
Damn, Snoopy, don't go
You almost thirty years in the game, baby, damn
I mean, who else is gon' do something like that? I mean, damn
You the king, baby
So you know they don't want you to leave, Snoopy
(Snoopy, don't go, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I hate to leave but I have to
(Snoopy, don't go, ooh, ooh)
I know, I know, baby
(Snoopy, don't go, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I hate to leave but I have to
(Snoopy, don't go, ooh, ooh)
Baby, I'm just a man with good hands like Allstate
And you are now addicted to this lovin'
Let me explore your love 'cause my time is short today
And now you're conflicted, and this is what she had to say
(Ah, I need you right back to me, Snoopy)
I, I gotta go, baby, I'd love to stay
(I need you back in my arms, Snoopy)
(Snoopy, don't go, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Oh baby, I wish I had time to stay and play but
(Snoopy, don't go, ooh, ooh)
You know time is money and money is time, baba
(Snoopy, don't go, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I guess we can get together some other time
(Snoopy, don't go, ooh, ooh)
'Cause my time is precious, you dig?
Ah, ha, you can't just leave like that, Snoopy
You gotta stay a little while longer
You know that's what they want
Don't go
Baby, I got to go far away for a while
And I don't think you can handle coming with me (No, uh-uh)
You know show after show, and mile after mile
And I don't think you can handle running with me
So I don't think you'll be coming with me
I gotta go (Ah, I need you right back to me, Snoopy)
Look, baby, I got places to be and people to see
(I need you back in my arms, Snoopy)
(Snoopy, don't go, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I hate to leave but I have to
(Snoopy, don't go, ooh, ooh)
I know, I know, baby
(Snoopy, don't go, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I hate to leave but I have to
(Snoopy, don't go, ooh, ooh)
(Snoopy don't, Snoopy don't, Snoopy, don't go)
Oh baby, I wish I had time to stay and play but
(Snoopy don't, Snoopy don't, Snoopy, don't go)
You know time is money and money is time, baba
(Snoopy don't, Snoopy don't, Snoopy, don't go)
I guess we can get together some other time
(Snoopy don't, Snoopy don't, Snoopy, don't go)
I hate to leave but I have to
Yeah, if you wanna go to a record label where the executive producer is all in the videos, rappin', and dancin'
Come to Death Row
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