[INTRO:(mobster Corleone talking)]
[VERSE ONE:(DAT NIGGA DAZ)]
Yeah
Vision 88 kilos of cocaine smack-dead in your face
The street value of that is what you dream to make
Run an illegal business,racketeerin
Smugglin,doin things from handin a gun,is what they fearin
Bodyguards and hitmen like some Al Capone shit
Heavy artillery got the cops on my dick
Different locations,spots where it takes place
If you show them my money,your ass is gettin f-laid
There's four major games that run the city of G's
The violators,the Gambinos and the Corleones and me
The violators and Gambinos they run uptown
Me and my cousin Corleone we run downtown
Murder's an everyday thang in the city
Where you gotta plot chips,jag robberies and do in its
Tanadian Nay,the charge of the weapons
Hit from verandahs and do a thing unexpected
So we plan a plot with an Uzi and 10 shot
Buck em till they all drop,circle round the block
Let em have it as soon as they come out
Unload on their ass,commence to takin them out!
[INTERLUDE:(DAZ talking)]
Throughout the streets of Long Beach
The streets was infected with drugs,dope pealers and addicts
Gangs have taken over 75% of our town as the young
youth behaviour is outrageous with crime
They feel no remorse whatsoever, as the law enforcements
have tried to stop the trafficking of drugs
from coming into our country, but they can't
The murders have increased more than 95% and the drug amount
of which they make is more than 700 million dollars
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
[VERSE TWO:(TRAY DEE)]
I had no choice or remorse for time for puttin it down
Niggas know the scoop is stupid if they come from my town
I been around since the Jumpstreet makin it pop
Young crook keepin hook,nigga,shakin the spot
Had to be a standout not to get ran out
Look for help,you help yourself cos there's no handout
Since the city Long Beach is only G's and hos
You hold on ya heat but them fiendish foes
Trust,bust,be aware and I ain't ya curse
Cos the niggas that I dared to (?agank?) the first
Think I might be deceased 'fore I reach my calling
As long as I'm haulin my heat I'm stallin
I bring it to ya hard from the streets of life
Where niggas get rewarded to grief for strikes
Don't speak on the creep,mo' fools is listenin
And war story glory ain't worth the riskin
Real niggas still get a mob like respect
If you represent ya set,till ya bite the deck
Who I be?I'm the Dee,nigga check the file
Under G you will see not to sweat my style
I'm takin em out!
[INTERLUDE:(Corleone talking some more)]
[VERSE THREE:(SNOOP DOGG)]
I come through blastin,me as a Downtown Assassin
Mashin,may they rest in peace in they caskets
Shoot em down in front of Hassans
Should've known from the gate,who's the baddest?
In my zone,Don Corleone wanted
For the murder of forty men
Ordered to hit and watch him kill again and again
From the U-S-C,I shift ki's,a 120 plane rides
Multiplied by G's,87.3 million in a matter o'months
Big business and big dollars is all that I want
I blaze up to celebrate,new empire to make
Toast till we all die,till we burst and break
From knives to guns,from the rich to the slums
We ran outta dope,I don't think so son
While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
From daylight to reach dark and all the clucks a'spark
From when I pick em off like darts
Stab em in they hearts
Make an example,what I said,ya end up dead
Spayed the wall with graffiti like hogs for all my lost Doggs
Never reach until I see the blue sky till I die
All I ever want is to be left alone
Me myself,me my dope,me and my chrome
Got paid by cops and judges,I budge when I buzz
I got the City of Long Beach goin crazy for drugs
[OUTRO:(Corleone capping it off)]
"Doggystyle" (1993) - Snoop Dogg
- Bathtub
- G Funk Intro
- Gin And Juice
- Tha Shiznit
- Lodi Dodi intro
- Lodi Dodi
- Murder Was The Case (DeathAfterVisualizingEternity)
- Serial Killa
- Who Am I (What's My Name)?
- For All My Niggaz & Bitches
- Ain't No Fun (If The Homies Can't Have None)
- Chronic Break
- Doggy Dogg World
- You Betta Ask Somebody (Gz And Hustlas Intro)
- Gz And Hustlas
- U Betta Recognize (Pump Pump Intro)
- Pump Pump
Bathtub lyrics - Snoop Dogg
[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
ou 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
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
ou 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
G Funk Intro lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. Rage)
[Intro:]
Yeah....
This is another story about dogs
For the dog that don't pee on trees, is a bitch
So says Snoop Dogg, get your pooper scooper
Cuz the nigga's talkin shit
Aroof! [echoes]
[Verse One: Rage]
I'm sippin on Tanqueray
with my my mind on my money and my mouth in the ganjahy
R-A-G to the motherfuckin E
Back with my nigga S-N double O-P
[Dre] Yeah, and ya don't stop
Rage in effect I just begun to rock
[Dre] I said yeah, and you don't quit
[Snoop] Hey yo Rage would you please drop some gangsta shit
I rock ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs
Handcuffed as I bust bout to tear shit up
Oh what did ya think I, could never think I
Would be the one to make you blink out, I catch you like Inca
Never will there ever be another like me
Um you can play the left, cuz it ain't no right in me
Out the picture out the frame out the box I knock em all
Smack em out the park, like A Friendly Game of Baseball
Grand, slam, yes I am
Kickin up dust and I don't give a god DAMN
Cuz I'm that lyrical murderer
Pleading guilty, you know for my skills I'm about to be
Filthy large, Rage in charge
You know what's happenin don't try to play large
this ain't no Rerun, see hun, don't ya wanna be one
A cover, word to wreck ya, cause I never get my vocals
I'm loco, close to Constatanople, uhhh!
I'll make 'em go coo-coo for my Cocoa
puffin stuff, aiyyo Snoop, you're up
Let these niggaz know that niggaz don't give a fuck!
[Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
This is just a small introduction to the G Funk Era
Everyday of my life I take a glimpse in the mirror
And I see motherfuckers tryin to be like me
Every since I put it down with the D-R-E
[Outro:]
Foamin at the mouth and waggin his tail
Searchin through the yards with a keen sense of smell
Lookin for the business in heat
And when he find it he'll be sniffin her seat
We travel in packs and we do it from the back
How else can you get to the booty?
We do it Doggystyle, all the while we do it Doggystyle
Yo motherfuckin hoes!!!
He fucked the fleas off a bitch
He shaked the ticks off his dick
And in the booty, he buries his motherfuckin bone
And if there's any left over
He'll roll over and take a doggy bag home
Damn, that Tanqueray is talkin to a nigga
I ain't bullshittin, one of y'all niggaz gotta get it
Man I got ta piss
Breath test?
Yeah....
This is another story about dogs
For the dog that don't pee on trees, is a bitch
So says Snoop Dogg, get your pooper scooper
Cuz the nigga's talkin shit
Aroof! [echoes]
[Verse One: Rage]
I'm sippin on Tanqueray
with my my mind on my money and my mouth in the ganjahy
R-A-G to the motherfuckin E
Back with my nigga S-N double O-P
[Dre] Yeah, and ya don't stop
Rage in effect I just begun to rock
[Dre] I said yeah, and you don't quit
[Snoop] Hey yo Rage would you please drop some gangsta shit
I rock ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs
Handcuffed as I bust bout to tear shit up
Oh what did ya think I, could never think I
Would be the one to make you blink out, I catch you like Inca
Never will there ever be another like me
Um you can play the left, cuz it ain't no right in me
Out the picture out the frame out the box I knock em all
Smack em out the park, like A Friendly Game of Baseball
Grand, slam, yes I am
Kickin up dust and I don't give a god DAMN
Cuz I'm that lyrical murderer
Pleading guilty, you know for my skills I'm about to be
Filthy large, Rage in charge
You know what's happenin don't try to play large
this ain't no Rerun, see hun, don't ya wanna be one
A cover, word to wreck ya, cause I never get my vocals
I'm loco, close to Constatanople, uhhh!
I'll make 'em go coo-coo for my Cocoa
puffin stuff, aiyyo Snoop, you're up
Let these niggaz know that niggaz don't give a fuck!
[Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
This is just a small introduction to the G Funk Era
Everyday of my life I take a glimpse in the mirror
And I see motherfuckers tryin to be like me
Every since I put it down with the D-R-E
[Outro:]
Foamin at the mouth and waggin his tail
Searchin through the yards with a keen sense of smell
Lookin for the business in heat
And when he find it he'll be sniffin her seat
We travel in packs and we do it from the back
How else can you get to the booty?
We do it Doggystyle, all the while we do it Doggystyle
Yo motherfuckin hoes!!!
He fucked the fleas off a bitch
He shaked the ticks off his dick
And in the booty, he buries his motherfuckin bone
And if there's any left over
He'll roll over and take a doggy bag home
Damn, that Tanqueray is talkin to a nigga
I ain't bullshittin, one of y'all niggaz gotta get it
Man I got ta piss
Breath test?
Gin And Juice lyrics - Snoop Dogg
[Intro: Dre]
[man pissing]
Heah hah hah!
I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got this ass motherfuckin up
Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker
Steady long, steady long nigga
[Verse One: Snoop]
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)
and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
[Verse Two:]
Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
and get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
beeeitch, I'm just
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'
And I'll be
[Chorus]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
[man pissing]
Heah hah hah!
I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got this ass motherfuckin up
Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker
Steady long, steady long nigga
[Verse One: Snoop]
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)
and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
[Verse Two:]
Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
and get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
beeeitch, I'm just
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'
And I'll be
[Chorus]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Tha Shiznit lyrics - Snoop Dogg
[Verse One:]
Poppin, stoppin, hoppin like a rabbit
When I take the nina Ross ya know I gota ta have it
I lay back in the cut retain myself
Think about the shit, and I'm thinkin wealth
How can I makes my grip
And how should I make that nigga straight slip
Set trip, gotta get him for his grip
as i dip around the corner, now i'm on a-nother
mission, wishin, upon a star
Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar
In the back of the limo no demo, this is the real
Breakin niggaz down like Evander Holyfield, chill
to the next Episode
I make money, and I really don't love hoes
Tell ya the truth, I swoop in the Coupe
I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops
But now I, make, hits, every single day
With, that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre
So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot
It's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
[Verse Two:]
Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is
Snoop Dogg on the mic i'm about as crazy as Biz
Markie, spark the, chronic bud real quick
And let me get into some fly gangsta shit
Yeah, I lay back, stay back in the cut
Niggaz try to play the D-O-G like a mutt
I got a little message, don't try to see Snoop
I'm fin to fuck a bitch, what's her name it's Luke
You tried to see me, on the TV, youse a B.G.
D-O-double-G, yes I'ma O.G.
You can't see my homey Dr. Dre
So what the fuck a nigga like you gotta say
Gotta take a trip to the MIA
And serve your ass with a motherfuckin AK
You, can't, see, the D-O-double-G, cuz that be me
i'm servin um, swervin in the Coupe
The Lexus, flexes, from Long Beach to Texas
Sexist, hoes, they wanna get witht his
Cuz Snoop Dogg is the shit, beeeitch!
[Verse Three:]
Ahhhh, I'm somewhat brain boggled
So I look to the microphone and slowly start to wobble
Grab it, have it, stick it to the plug
It's Snoop, Doggy, I got a got a fat dub
Sack of the chronic in my back pocket loc
Need myself a lighter so I can't take a smoke
I toke everyday, I loc everyday
With the P-O-U-N-D and my nigga Dr. Dre
Lay back in the cut, like I told your ass
Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast
I got a little cousin by the name of Daz
And bitches who fuck him, gimme the ass
Cuz they know about the shit that we be goin through
And they know about the shit that I be puttin up
And they be knowin bout the shit I do when I'm on the mic
Cause Snoop Dogg is Trump tight like a virgin, the surgeon
Is Dr. Drizzay, so lizzay, and plizzay
With D-O-double-Gizzay the fly human being seein
No I'm not European bein all I can
When I put the motherfuckin mic in my hand, and
You don't understand when i'm kickin
Cuz Snoop is on the mic and I gets wicked, follow me
Listen to me, cuz I do you like you wanna be done
Snoop Doggy Dogg on this three two one, umm
Dum, diddy-dum here I come
With the gat and the guitar was strung, I'm
not that lunatic nigga who you thought I was
When I caught you slippin, I'm gon catch you then I peel your cap
Snapped back, relax
Ya better not be slippin with them deez on the '83 Cadillac
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this
Poppin, stoppin, hoppin like a rabbit
When I take the nina Ross ya know I gota ta have it
I lay back in the cut retain myself
Think about the shit, and I'm thinkin wealth
How can I makes my grip
And how should I make that nigga straight slip
Set trip, gotta get him for his grip
as i dip around the corner, now i'm on a-nother
mission, wishin, upon a star
Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar
In the back of the limo no demo, this is the real
Breakin niggaz down like Evander Holyfield, chill
to the next Episode
I make money, and I really don't love hoes
Tell ya the truth, I swoop in the Coupe
I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops
But now I, make, hits, every single day
With, that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre
So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot
It's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
[Verse Two:]
Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is
Snoop Dogg on the mic i'm about as crazy as Biz
Markie, spark the, chronic bud real quick
And let me get into some fly gangsta shit
Yeah, I lay back, stay back in the cut
Niggaz try to play the D-O-G like a mutt
I got a little message, don't try to see Snoop
I'm fin to fuck a bitch, what's her name it's Luke
You tried to see me, on the TV, youse a B.G.
D-O-double-G, yes I'ma O.G.
You can't see my homey Dr. Dre
So what the fuck a nigga like you gotta say
Gotta take a trip to the MIA
And serve your ass with a motherfuckin AK
You, can't, see, the D-O-double-G, cuz that be me
i'm servin um, swervin in the Coupe
The Lexus, flexes, from Long Beach to Texas
Sexist, hoes, they wanna get witht his
Cuz Snoop Dogg is the shit, beeeitch!
[Verse Three:]
Ahhhh, I'm somewhat brain boggled
So I look to the microphone and slowly start to wobble
Grab it, have it, stick it to the plug
It's Snoop, Doggy, I got a got a fat dub
Sack of the chronic in my back pocket loc
Need myself a lighter so I can't take a smoke
I toke everyday, I loc everyday
With the P-O-U-N-D and my nigga Dr. Dre
Lay back in the cut, like I told your ass
Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast
I got a little cousin by the name of Daz
And bitches who fuck him, gimme the ass
Cuz they know about the shit that we be goin through
And they know about the shit that I be puttin up
And they be knowin bout the shit I do when I'm on the mic
Cause Snoop Dogg is Trump tight like a virgin, the surgeon
Is Dr. Drizzay, so lizzay, and plizzay
With D-O-double-Gizzay the fly human being seein
No I'm not European bein all I can
When I put the motherfuckin mic in my hand, and
You don't understand when i'm kickin
Cuz Snoop is on the mic and I gets wicked, follow me
Listen to me, cuz I do you like you wanna be done
Snoop Doggy Dogg on this three two one, umm
Dum, diddy-dum here I come
With the gat and the guitar was strung, I'm
not that lunatic nigga who you thought I was
When I caught you slippin, I'm gon catch you then I peel your cap
Snapped back, relax
Ya better not be slippin with them deez on the '83 Cadillac
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this
Lodi Dodi Intro lyrics - Snoop Dogg
Domino motherfucker what's happenin?
Ahh nigga eat a dick nigga, don't break my momma's nice ass table nigga
Yeah fuck that, fuck what they talkin bout nigga
Rack them motherfuckin dominoes up nigga
Fuck that nigga, just look, look out for the table nigga
Fuck that
Aiyyo where's Snoop Dogg?
I don't know them niggaz went upstairs with that big booty bitch man
Ahh no he ain't bustin no nuts on my momma's spread
That nigga up there gettin his socks blown the fuck off
Gettin his ass chewed out
Better ask somebody
Balls licked up and down
Hell yeah
Aiyyo whassup with them niggaz that was on the TV dissin you?
Man fuck them niggaz, man I ain't thinkin about that old shit, man
Busta ass, HIV pussy-ass motherfuckers
Yo yo yo Daz, easy come, easy *blam*
Ahh nigga eat a dick nigga, don't break my momma's nice ass table nigga
Yeah fuck that, fuck what they talkin bout nigga
Rack them motherfuckin dominoes up nigga
Fuck that nigga, just look, look out for the table nigga
Fuck that
Aiyyo where's Snoop Dogg?
I don't know them niggaz went upstairs with that big booty bitch man
Ahh no he ain't bustin no nuts on my momma's spread
That nigga up there gettin his socks blown the fuck off
Gettin his ass chewed out
Better ask somebody
Balls licked up and down
Hell yeah
Aiyyo whassup with them niggaz that was on the TV dissin you?
Man fuck them niggaz, man I ain't thinkin about that old shit, man
Busta ass, HIV pussy-ass motherfuckers
Yo yo yo Daz, easy come, easy *blam*
Lodi Dodi lyrics - Snoop Dogg
Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick
For those who don't like it, eat a dick
But for those who with me, sing that shit
As it go a little something like this
La Di Da Di, we likes to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody
We're, just some niggaz who're on the mic
And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic (right)
For all my Doggs keepin y'all in health
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
Cuz it's cool when ya cause a cozy conditionin
Which we create, cuz that's our mission
So listen close, to what we say
Because this types of shit happens every-day
I woke up around 10 o'clock in the mornin
I gave myself a strech up, a mornin yawn and
went to the bathroom to wash up
I threw some soap on my face and put my hands up on a cup
and said um "Mirror mirror, on, the wall
Who is the top Dogg of them all?"
There was a rubble dubble, five minutes it lasted
The mirror said, "You are you conceited bastard"
Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef
So I slipped off my khakis and my gold leaf
Used Oil of Olay, cuz my skin gets pale
And then I got the file, for my fingernails
I'm true to the style on my behalf
I put some bubbles in the tub so I can take a bubble bath
Clean, dry, was my body and hair
I threw on my brand new Doggy underwear
for all the bitches I might take home
I got the Johnson baby powder and Cool Water cologne
Now I'm fresh, dressed, like a million bucks
Threw on my white sox, with my all blue chucks
Stepped out the house, stopped short, oh no
I went back in, I forgot my indo
Then I dilly (dally) I ran through an (alley)
I bumped into this smoker named (Sally) from the (Valley)
This was a girl playin hard to get
So I said "What's wrong?" cuz she looked upset
She said um
It's all because of you, i'm feelin said and blue
You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days
I love you so, how much you'll never know
Cause you took your dope away from me
A-huh, a-huh, ahuh
Damn, now what was I to do
She's cryin over me and she was feelin blue
I said, "Um, don't cry, dry your eye
And here comes your mother with those two little guys"
Her mean mother steps then says to me "Hi!!"
Decked Sally in the face and punched her in the eye
Punched her in the belly and stepped on her feet
Slammed the child on the hard concrete
The bitch was strong, the kids was gone
Somethin was wrong I said, "What was goin on?"
I tried to break up, I said, "Stop it, just leave her!"
She said, "If I can't smoke none, she can't either!"
She grabbed my closely by my socks
So I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks
But um, they gave chase, they caught up quick
They started cryin on my shoes and grabbin my dick
and sayin....
Why don't you give me a play
So we can brake it down the Long Beach way
And if you give me that okay
I'll give you all my love today
Doggy, Doggy, Doggy, can't you see
Somehow your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your jazzy ways
Doggy Dogg, your love is here to stay
And on and on and on she kept goin
The bitch been around before my mother's born!
I said, "Cheer up!" so I gave her a hit
I said, "You can't have me, I'm too young for you bitch!"
She said, "No you're not," then she starts cryin
I says I'm nineteen, she says, "Stop lyin!"
I says, "I am, go ask my mother
And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover"
Yeah, uhh, tic toc you don't stop
And to the, ah tic toc and you don't quit
Yeah, tic toc and ya don't stop, and to the
ah tic toc and ya don't quit, beeeotch!
For those who don't like it, eat a dick
But for those who with me, sing that shit
As it go a little something like this
La Di Da Di, we likes to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody
We're, just some niggaz who're on the mic
And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic (right)
For all my Doggs keepin y'all in health
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
Cuz it's cool when ya cause a cozy conditionin
Which we create, cuz that's our mission
So listen close, to what we say
Because this types of shit happens every-day
I woke up around 10 o'clock in the mornin
I gave myself a strech up, a mornin yawn and
went to the bathroom to wash up
I threw some soap on my face and put my hands up on a cup
and said um "Mirror mirror, on, the wall
Who is the top Dogg of them all?"
There was a rubble dubble, five minutes it lasted
The mirror said, "You are you conceited bastard"
Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef
So I slipped off my khakis and my gold leaf
Used Oil of Olay, cuz my skin gets pale
And then I got the file, for my fingernails
I'm true to the style on my behalf
I put some bubbles in the tub so I can take a bubble bath
Clean, dry, was my body and hair
I threw on my brand new Doggy underwear
for all the bitches I might take home
I got the Johnson baby powder and Cool Water cologne
Now I'm fresh, dressed, like a million bucks
Threw on my white sox, with my all blue chucks
Stepped out the house, stopped short, oh no
I went back in, I forgot my indo
Then I dilly (dally) I ran through an (alley)
I bumped into this smoker named (Sally) from the (Valley)
This was a girl playin hard to get
So I said "What's wrong?" cuz she looked upset
She said um
It's all because of you, i'm feelin said and blue
You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days
I love you so, how much you'll never know
Cause you took your dope away from me
A-huh, a-huh, ahuh
Damn, now what was I to do
She's cryin over me and she was feelin blue
I said, "Um, don't cry, dry your eye
And here comes your mother with those two little guys"
Her mean mother steps then says to me "Hi!!"
Decked Sally in the face and punched her in the eye
Punched her in the belly and stepped on her feet
Slammed the child on the hard concrete
The bitch was strong, the kids was gone
Somethin was wrong I said, "What was goin on?"
I tried to break up, I said, "Stop it, just leave her!"
She said, "If I can't smoke none, she can't either!"
She grabbed my closely by my socks
So I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks
But um, they gave chase, they caught up quick
They started cryin on my shoes and grabbin my dick
and sayin....
Why don't you give me a play
So we can brake it down the Long Beach way
And if you give me that okay
I'll give you all my love today
Doggy, Doggy, Doggy, can't you see
Somehow your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your jazzy ways
Doggy Dogg, your love is here to stay
And on and on and on she kept goin
The bitch been around before my mother's born!
I said, "Cheer up!" so I gave her a hit
I said, "You can't have me, I'm too young for you bitch!"
She said, "No you're not," then she starts cryin
I says I'm nineteen, she says, "Stop lyin!"
I says, "I am, go ask my mother
And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover"
Yeah, uhh, tic toc you don't stop
And to the, ah tic toc and you don't quit
Yeah, tic toc and ya don't stop, and to the
ah tic toc and ya don't quit, beeeotch!
Murder Was The Case (DeathAfterVisualizingEternity) lyrics - Snoop Dogg
[Intro: (Mista Grimm's "Indo Smoke" plays in the background)]
Ay ay Jaycee
Sup Aron?
Ain't that Snoop Dogg over there?
That that nigga with that blue coat on?
Yeah
Yeah oh yeah that's that nigga
Nigga roll up on the side of him man
Roll your window down
Man hand me my motherfuckin Glock man gimme another clip
Cuz I'm gonna smoke this fool
Yeah roll the windows down
Yeah, OK there you go
Ay man, you Snoop Dogg?
Snoop?
Huh?
Snoop Doggy Dogg?
Man he's Snoop Dogg
Man fuck that nigga!!
[gun shots]
Nigga man!
Get that nigga man!
Man get up fool man, get up man, don't be tryin to run man
Get up on that fool man, I don't give a fuck
What set you got now? Fuck you nigga!
Yeah nigga, whassup?
Nigga?
Yeah motherfucker
Yeah nigga, one less nigga
Yeah nigga, youse a dead motherfucker now
[Verse One:]
As I look up at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg
Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin
I stop breathin, damn I see deamons
Dear God, I wonder can ya save me
I can't die Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
"Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better"
How long will I live?
"Eternal life and forever"
And will I be, the G that I was?
"I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes my son"
My eyes are closed
[Chorus:]
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me
[Verse Two:]
I'm fresh up out my coma
I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner
It's gonna take a miracle they say
For me to walk again and talk again but anyway
I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet
And everything that nigga said, came to reality
Livin like a baller loc
Havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a Benz, and bought my Boo-Boo a Jag
And now I'm rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad
"Just remember who changed your mind
Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass mine"
Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
Never have a want, never have a need
They say I'm greedy but I still want mo'
Cuz my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord, my soul to keep
If I should die, before I wake
I pray the lord, my soul to take
No more indo, gin and juice
I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know
them niggaz from the other side recognize my face
Cuz it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C
Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
Niggaz stare as I enter the center
They send me to a leval 3 yard, that's where I stay
Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor
Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off
Cuz you can't tell what's next
My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck
And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two
I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo
[Chorus 2X]
[flatline noise]
Ay ay Jaycee
Sup Aron?
Ain't that Snoop Dogg over there?
That that nigga with that blue coat on?
Yeah
Yeah oh yeah that's that nigga
Nigga roll up on the side of him man
Roll your window down
Man hand me my motherfuckin Glock man gimme another clip
Cuz I'm gonna smoke this fool
Yeah roll the windows down
Yeah, OK there you go
Ay man, you Snoop Dogg?
Snoop?
Huh?
Snoop Doggy Dogg?
Man he's Snoop Dogg
Man fuck that nigga!!
[gun shots]
Nigga man!
Get that nigga man!
Man get up fool man, get up man, don't be tryin to run man
Get up on that fool man, I don't give a fuck
What set you got now? Fuck you nigga!
Yeah nigga, whassup?
Nigga?
Yeah motherfucker
Yeah nigga, one less nigga
Yeah nigga, youse a dead motherfucker now
[Verse One:]
As I look up at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg
Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin
I stop breathin, damn I see deamons
Dear God, I wonder can ya save me
I can't die Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
"Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better"
How long will I live?
"Eternal life and forever"
And will I be, the G that I was?
"I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes my son"
My eyes are closed
[Chorus:]
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me
[Verse Two:]
I'm fresh up out my coma
I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner
It's gonna take a miracle they say
For me to walk again and talk again but anyway
I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet
And everything that nigga said, came to reality
Livin like a baller loc
Havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a Benz, and bought my Boo-Boo a Jag
And now I'm rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad
"Just remember who changed your mind
Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass mine"
Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
Never have a want, never have a need
They say I'm greedy but I still want mo'
Cuz my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord, my soul to keep
If I should die, before I wake
I pray the lord, my soul to take
No more indo, gin and juice
I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know
them niggaz from the other side recognize my face
Cuz it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C
Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
Niggaz stare as I enter the center
They send me to a leval 3 yard, that's where I stay
Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor
Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off
Cuz you can't tell what's next
My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck
And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two
I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo
[Chorus 2X]
[flatline noise]
Serial Killa lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. Kurupt, Daz, RBX)
Six million ways to die, choose one
[Verse One: Kurupt, Daz]
It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck i'm headed
Up or down, right or left, life or death
I see myself in a mist of smoke
Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz
anybody killa, you know what the deal is
Nigga, you know what the real is
I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me down
Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound?
Is that nigga snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew?
Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?"
i said, if you ain't up on thangs
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game
It's like this they don't understand
It's an everyday thang, to gangbang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz know
What's up with you I represent the Pound and Death Row
And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach
and Compton, and Watts, see D-O-G's
Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't
see long to the G of the gang
One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest
Pump pump, put 2 slugs dead in your chest
Now you dead then a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is
[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide [4X]
[Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do
Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh
Don't make a move for your gat so soon cuz
I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga)
Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you
(I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, that's when the mission
or survival, becomes your every thought
Keep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caught
Half steppin with your weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker 'fore you make me
take this 211 to another level
I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam through the depths of hell
Where the rest your buster ass homeboys dwell
Well...
[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide [4X]
Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)
[Verse Three: RBX]
Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this!
Let's picnic inside a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets
And I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin chest plates
open and release them guts
Then I release def cuts
Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck
Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X
Nuff respect given
Disrespect and you will not be livin
Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma
[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide [4X]
Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)
[Verse One: Kurupt, Daz]
It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck i'm headed
Up or down, right or left, life or death
I see myself in a mist of smoke
Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz
anybody killa, you know what the deal is
Nigga, you know what the real is
I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me down
Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound?
Is that nigga snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew?
Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?"
i said, if you ain't up on thangs
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game
It's like this they don't understand
It's an everyday thang, to gangbang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz know
What's up with you I represent the Pound and Death Row
And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach
and Compton, and Watts, see D-O-G's
Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't
see long to the G of the gang
One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest
Pump pump, put 2 slugs dead in your chest
Now you dead then a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is
[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide [4X]
[Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do
Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh
Don't make a move for your gat so soon cuz
I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga)
Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you
(I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, that's when the mission
or survival, becomes your every thought
Keep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caught
Half steppin with your weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker 'fore you make me
take this 211 to another level
I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam through the depths of hell
Where the rest your buster ass homeboys dwell
Well...
[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide [4X]
Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)
[Verse Three: RBX]
Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this!
Let's picnic inside a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets
And I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin chest plates
open and release them guts
Then I release def cuts
Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck
Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X
Nuff respect given
Disrespect and you will not be livin
Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma
[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide [4X]
Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)
Who Am I (What's My Name)? lyrics - Snoop Dogg
[Intro:]
EeeyiyiyiyiyahtheDoggPound'sinthehou-owwse (the bomb)
EeeyiyiyiyiyeahtheDoggPound'sinthehou-oww-owse
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb)
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (Dog)
[Verse One:]
From the depths of the sea, back to the block
Snoop Doggy Dogg, Funky, yes but of the Doc
Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same
Long Beach is the spot where I served my cane
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don't lose your grip
Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to fuck up shit
So I ain't holdin nuttin back
And motherfucker I got five on the twenty sack
It's like that and as a matter of fact [rat-tat-tat-tat]
Cuz I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Yeah, so peep out the manuscript
You see that it's a must we drop gangsta shit]
What's my motherfuckin name?
[Chorus:]
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (yeah yeah yeah)
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb)
Da-duh-da-da-dah
Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (Dog)
[Verse Two:]
It's the bow to the wow, creepin and crawlin
Yiggy yes y'allin, Snoop Doggy Dogg in
the motherfuckin house like everyday
Droppin shit with my nigga Mr Dr. Dre
Like I said, niggaz can't FUCK with this
And niggaz can't FUCK with that
shit that I drop cuz ya know it don't stop
Mr. One Eight Seven on a motherfuckin cop
Tic toc never the glock just some nuts and a cock
Robbin motherfuckers then I kill dem blood claats
Then I step through the fog and I creep through the smog
Cuz I'm Snoop Doggy (who?) Doggy (what?) Doggy [Dogg]
[Chorus:]
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb)
Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb)
Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyoyoyoyoyoyo
[Verse Three:]
Now just throw your hands in the motherfuckin air
And wave the motherfuckers like ya just don't care
Yeah roll up the dank, and pour the drank
And watch your step (why?) cuz Doggy's on the gank
My bank roll's on swoll
My shit's on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll
with the Dogg Pound right behind me
and up in yo bitch, is where ya might find me
Layin that, playin that G Thang
She want the nigga with the biggest nuts, and guess what?
He is I, and I am him, slim with the tilted brim
What's my motherfuckin name?
[Chorus:]
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb)
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb)
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (Dog)
Da-duh-da-da-dah
Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (the bomb)
Da-duh-da-da-dah
Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (Dog) (the bomb)
Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb)
Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg
Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb)
What is, his name? Snoop Dogg, and the Dogg Pound
(Dog) (the bomb)
Ohhh, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg (the bomb)
Yeah yeah (Dog) I know his name
C'mon Snoopy, c'mon Snoopy (the bomb)
And the Dogg Pound
Snoopy Dogg (the bomb) Snoopy Dogg
Snoopy Dogg (Dog)
(Dog, nasty dog, doggy dog)
EeeyiyiyiyiyahtheDoggPound'sinthehou-owwse (the bomb)
EeeyiyiyiyiyeahtheDoggPound'sinthehou-oww-owse
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb)
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (Dog)
[Verse One:]
From the depths of the sea, back to the block
Snoop Doggy Dogg, Funky, yes but of the Doc
Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same
Long Beach is the spot where I served my cane
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don't lose your grip
Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to fuck up shit
So I ain't holdin nuttin back
And motherfucker I got five on the twenty sack
It's like that and as a matter of fact [rat-tat-tat-tat]
Cuz I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Yeah, so peep out the manuscript
You see that it's a must we drop gangsta shit]
What's my motherfuckin name?
[Chorus:]
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (yeah yeah yeah)
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb)
Da-duh-da-da-dah
Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (Dog)
[Verse Two:]
It's the bow to the wow, creepin and crawlin
Yiggy yes y'allin, Snoop Doggy Dogg in
the motherfuckin house like everyday
Droppin shit with my nigga Mr Dr. Dre
Like I said, niggaz can't FUCK with this
And niggaz can't FUCK with that
shit that I drop cuz ya know it don't stop
Mr. One Eight Seven on a motherfuckin cop
Tic toc never the glock just some nuts and a cock
Robbin motherfuckers then I kill dem blood claats
Then I step through the fog and I creep through the smog
Cuz I'm Snoop Doggy (who?) Doggy (what?) Doggy [Dogg]
[Chorus:]
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb)
Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb)
Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyoyoyoyoyoyo
[Verse Three:]
Now just throw your hands in the motherfuckin air
And wave the motherfuckers like ya just don't care
Yeah roll up the dank, and pour the drank
And watch your step (why?) cuz Doggy's on the gank
My bank roll's on swoll
My shit's on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll
with the Dogg Pound right behind me
and up in yo bitch, is where ya might find me
Layin that, playin that G Thang
She want the nigga with the biggest nuts, and guess what?
He is I, and I am him, slim with the tilted brim
What's my motherfuckin name?
[Chorus:]
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb)
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb)
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (Dog)
Da-duh-da-da-dah
Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (the bomb)
Da-duh-da-da-dah
Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (Dog) (the bomb)
Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb)
Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg
Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb)
What is, his name? Snoop Dogg, and the Dogg Pound
(Dog) (the bomb)
Ohhh, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg (the bomb)
Yeah yeah (Dog) I know his name
C'mon Snoopy, c'mon Snoopy (the bomb)
And the Dogg Pound
Snoopy Dogg (the bomb) Snoopy Dogg
Snoopy Dogg (Dog)
(Dog, nasty dog, doggy dog)
For All My Niggaz & Bitches lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. Kurupt, Daz, Rage)
[Verse One: Kurupt]
Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga
See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga
Who am I? (It's Kurupt motherfucker)
Do or die (We gives a fuck motherfucker)
So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet
The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet
Take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz I'm gonna
grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!!
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit
Like we don't give a shit
Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air
[Verse Two: Daz, Kurupt]
Now on a one, two, three who could it be
Comin with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three
So ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on up
And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up
Now can't nobody see me here or there
wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground
Cuz ain't shit for sale in the Coupe
with the beat flossin off gold D's
And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean
And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap
in your ass, for gettin us all fucked up
Now check it, it's a callin for niggaz like Doggs
who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin like hogs
(Yes y'all) Walk the Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all
Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball
I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this
Now how many bitches must get dick?
Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day
Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre
Cuz I grips mics, I rips mics in half
Hoes be comin to my flat so I can tap that ass
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Kurupt]
You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick
So what's happenin? I'm cappin shit up like a Western flick
The kinpin of the clique, top notch
17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop
The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve
the best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, cuz it's a murder fest
I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we
Another motherfucker, gettin served like some cavy
Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac
(plus I'm) rollin with two Glocks
Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt
Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin shit the fuck up
Slow your roll, like your legs was broken
Who's jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?
Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe
Runnin em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row
Mediocre motherfuckers die cuz I'm servin it
They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murderin
[Smokin indo, look out my window I suppose] Yeah
[Niggaz don't understand how we kicks diffrent flows]
(I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich
(Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched)
[Drop to your knees like a dog in heat]
Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques
[Chorus]
[Verse Four: Rage]
Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown
Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm puttin my weight down
And that's 175 pounds of beed
beatin yo' ass down to the concrete
Fool, act like ya know
I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so
What's a girl to do
Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?
[Snoop]
Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we don't care
[Dogg Pound]
Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
[Snoop]
About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip bitch
[Dogg Pound]
Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
[Snoop]
That's why I can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my
[Dogg Pound]
Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
[Snoop]
The clique i'm with, don't give a sheeit, ya know why?
[Dogg Pound]
Real niggaz don't give a fuck
[Chorus]
Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga
See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga
Who am I? (It's Kurupt motherfucker)
Do or die (We gives a fuck motherfucker)
So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet
The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet
Take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz I'm gonna
grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!!
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit
Like we don't give a shit
Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air
[Verse Two: Daz, Kurupt]
Now on a one, two, three who could it be
Comin with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three
So ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on up
And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up
Now can't nobody see me here or there
wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground
Cuz ain't shit for sale in the Coupe
with the beat flossin off gold D's
And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean
And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap
in your ass, for gettin us all fucked up
Now check it, it's a callin for niggaz like Doggs
who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin like hogs
(Yes y'all) Walk the Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all
Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball
I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this
Now how many bitches must get dick?
Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day
Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre
Cuz I grips mics, I rips mics in half
Hoes be comin to my flat so I can tap that ass
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Kurupt]
You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick
So what's happenin? I'm cappin shit up like a Western flick
The kinpin of the clique, top notch
17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop
The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve
the best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, cuz it's a murder fest
I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we
Another motherfucker, gettin served like some cavy
Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac
(plus I'm) rollin with two Glocks
Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt
Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin shit the fuck up
Slow your roll, like your legs was broken
Who's jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?
Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe
Runnin em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row
Mediocre motherfuckers die cuz I'm servin it
They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murderin
[Smokin indo, look out my window I suppose] Yeah
[Niggaz don't understand how we kicks diffrent flows]
(I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich
(Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched)
[Drop to your knees like a dog in heat]
Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques
[Chorus]
[Verse Four: Rage]
Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown
Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm puttin my weight down
And that's 175 pounds of beed
beatin yo' ass down to the concrete
Fool, act like ya know
I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so
What's a girl to do
Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?
[Snoop]
Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we don't care
[Dogg Pound]
Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
[Snoop]
About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip bitch
[Dogg Pound]
Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
[Snoop]
That's why I can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my
[Dogg Pound]
Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
[Snoop]
The clique i'm with, don't give a sheeit, ya know why?
[Dogg Pound]
Real niggaz don't give a fuck
[Chorus]
Ain't No Fun (If The Homies Can't Have None) lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. Nate Dogg, Kurupt, Warren G)
[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]
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]
Chronic Break lyrics - Snoop Dogg
Can we get a motherfuckin moment of silence, for the small chronic break?
A-hah, niggaz be brown-nosing these hoes and shit.
Takin bitches out to eat, and spendin money on these hoes, knowhatI'msayin?
I treat a bitch like 7-Up I never have I never well
I tell a bitch like this
Bitch, you without me is like Harry Melvin without Bluenotes
You'll never go platinum
Hey Daz, give me a light nigga
A-hah, niggaz be brown-nosing these hoes and shit.
Takin bitches out to eat, and spendin money on these hoes, knowhatI'msayin?
I treat a bitch like 7-Up I never have I never well
I tell a bitch like this
Bitch, you without me is like Harry Melvin without Bluenotes
You'll never go platinum
Hey Daz, give me a light nigga
Doggy Dogg World lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. Kurupt, Daz and The Dramatics)
[Intro:]
We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow
Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shit
But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht
Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics
[Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow
But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game when I step through the do'
Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive
Usin my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt
It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
So put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now
Tell me what's goin on
It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes
and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes
Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint
You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws
Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize
And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y
[Chorus:]
It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World
It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World
The Dogg's World
[Verse Two: Kurupt]
Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin
Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors
Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin
I had your whole fuckin block bumpin
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through
One-two, three, you can't see me
I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics
A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, it's on and poppin
All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin
I wanna see some panties droppin
I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was just use that hoe
Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)
I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes
Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugs
and I smoke weed for the fuck of it
Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
but it's manditory that I kick it
Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it
Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin
Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin
Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action
You really don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Daz]
Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long)
Tell when (till the early morn)
It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the)
The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit)
Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo'
So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick
Till I die I'm still screamin that (bitches ain't shit)
Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about
the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum
As you groove to the gangster shit
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique
Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want
So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high
I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die
[Chorus]
We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow
Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shit
But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht
Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics
[Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow
But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game when I step through the do'
Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive
Usin my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt
It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
So put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now
Tell me what's goin on
It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes
and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes
Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint
You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws
Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize
And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y
[Chorus:]
It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World
It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World
The Dogg's World
[Verse Two: Kurupt]
Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin
Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors
Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin
I had your whole fuckin block bumpin
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through
One-two, three, you can't see me
I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics
A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, it's on and poppin
All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin
I wanna see some panties droppin
I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was just use that hoe
Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)
I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes
Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugs
and I smoke weed for the fuck of it
Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
but it's manditory that I kick it
Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it
Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin
Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin
Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action
You really don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Daz]
Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long)
Tell when (till the early morn)
It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the)
The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit)
Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo'
So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick
Till I die I'm still screamin that (bitches ain't shit)
Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about
the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum
As you groove to the gangster shit
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique
Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want
So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high
I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die
[Chorus]
You Betta Ask Somebody (Gz And Hustlas Intro) lyrics - Snoop Dogg
[Intro:]
Good Morning boys and girls, i'm your
substitute teacher, Mr. Buckwort
the topic Fo' today is, what you wanna be when you grow up
you, over there in the jean shirt, what you wanna
be when you grow up?
- i wanna be a police officer
alright, that's a pretty good profession
you over there in that black shirt
what you wanna be when you grow?
- i wanna be a fire man
alright, that's a pretty good profession too
you, back there in those french braids, what's yo name?
- my name is Snoop
alright Snoop, what you wanna be when you grow up?
- i wanna be a motherfuckin hustla, ya betta ask somebody
Good Morning boys and girls, i'm your
substitute teacher, Mr. Buckwort
the topic Fo' today is, what you wanna be when you grow up
you, over there in the jean shirt, what you wanna
be when you grow up?
- i wanna be a police officer
alright, that's a pretty good profession
you over there in that black shirt
what you wanna be when you grow?
- i wanna be a fire man
alright, that's a pretty good profession too
you, back there in those french braids, what's yo name?
- my name is Snoop
alright Snoop, what you wanna be when you grow up?
- i wanna be a motherfuckin hustla, ya betta ask somebody
Gz And Hustlas lyrics - Snoop Dogg
[Chorus:]
This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz
[Verse One:]
Freeze, at ease, now let me drop some more of them keys
It's 19-9-tre so let me just play
it's Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic, I'm back with Dr. Dre
But this time I'ma hit yo' ass with a touch
To leave motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back relax new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second, and I'm still checkin
The dopest motherfucker that ya hearin on the record
it's me, ya see, S-N-double-O-P
D-O-double-G-Y, the D-O-double-G
I'm fly as a falcon, soarin through the sky
And I'm high till I dizzie, rizzide
So check it, I get busy, I make your head dizzy
I blow up your mouth like I was Dizzy Gillespie
I'm crazy, you can't phase me
I'm the S oh yes, I'm fresh, I don't fuck with the stress
I'm all about the chronic, bionic ya see
Every single day, chillin with the D-O-double-G's
P-O-U-N-D that's my clique, my crew
Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up
I thought ya knew, but yet and still
Ya wanna get real, now it's time to peel, ya say chill
and feel, the motherfuckin realism
Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic i'm hittin hard as steel nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse Two:]
How many hoes in your motherfuckin group
Wanna take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, DeVille
Chill, as i take you on a trip
where them niggaz ride, and slide, you know about the East Side
Niggaz like myself, here to show you where it's at
With my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back
Papers I stack daily, and Death Row is still the label that pays me
but you know how that goes
We flow toe for toe, if you ain't on the Row
Fuck you and your hoe, really doe, so check it
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip
Still clockin grip, and really don't give a sheeit
about nuttin at all, just my Doggs, steppin through the fog
and i'm still gonna fade em all
With the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin
How many hoes in ninety-four will I be bangin?
Every single one, to get the job done
As I dip, skip, flip, right back to two one
Where the sun be shinin and i be ryhmin
It's me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and I'm climbin
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
I come creepin through the fog with my saggin Dukes
East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeBille
I'm rollin with the G Funk, bumpin in my shit and it don't quit
So drop it on the one motherfucker put together that set
A nigga with a grip of that gangsta shit
With the Eastside hoes on my motherfuckin dick
And the Compton niggaz all about to set trip
Swing it back, bring it back, just like this
And if you with my shit, then blaze up another spliff
And keep the motherfuckin blunt in your pocket loc
Cuz Doggy Dogg is all about the zig zag smoke
See it's a West coast thing, where I'm from
And if you want some, get some, bad enough, take some
But watch the gun by my side
Because it represents me and the motherfuckin East Side
So bow down to the bow wow, cause bow wow
yippie yo, you can't see my flow
My shit is dope, original, now you know
And can't no hood fuck with Death Rizzow
[Chorus]
This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz
[Verse One:]
Freeze, at ease, now let me drop some more of them keys
It's 19-9-tre so let me just play
it's Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic, I'm back with Dr. Dre
But this time I'ma hit yo' ass with a touch
To leave motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back relax new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second, and I'm still checkin
The dopest motherfucker that ya hearin on the record
it's me, ya see, S-N-double-O-P
D-O-double-G-Y, the D-O-double-G
I'm fly as a falcon, soarin through the sky
And I'm high till I dizzie, rizzide
So check it, I get busy, I make your head dizzy
I blow up your mouth like I was Dizzy Gillespie
I'm crazy, you can't phase me
I'm the S oh yes, I'm fresh, I don't fuck with the stress
I'm all about the chronic, bionic ya see
Every single day, chillin with the D-O-double-G's
P-O-U-N-D that's my clique, my crew
Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up
I thought ya knew, but yet and still
Ya wanna get real, now it's time to peel, ya say chill
and feel, the motherfuckin realism
Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic i'm hittin hard as steel nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse Two:]
How many hoes in your motherfuckin group
Wanna take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, DeVille
Chill, as i take you on a trip
where them niggaz ride, and slide, you know about the East Side
Niggaz like myself, here to show you where it's at
With my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back
Papers I stack daily, and Death Row is still the label that pays me
but you know how that goes
We flow toe for toe, if you ain't on the Row
Fuck you and your hoe, really doe, so check it
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip
Still clockin grip, and really don't give a sheeit
about nuttin at all, just my Doggs, steppin through the fog
and i'm still gonna fade em all
With the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin
How many hoes in ninety-four will I be bangin?
Every single one, to get the job done
As I dip, skip, flip, right back to two one
Where the sun be shinin and i be ryhmin
It's me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and I'm climbin
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
I come creepin through the fog with my saggin Dukes
East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeBille
I'm rollin with the G Funk, bumpin in my shit and it don't quit
So drop it on the one motherfucker put together that set
A nigga with a grip of that gangsta shit
With the Eastside hoes on my motherfuckin dick
And the Compton niggaz all about to set trip
Swing it back, bring it back, just like this
And if you with my shit, then blaze up another spliff
And keep the motherfuckin blunt in your pocket loc
Cuz Doggy Dogg is all about the zig zag smoke
See it's a West coast thing, where I'm from
And if you want some, get some, bad enough, take some
But watch the gun by my side
Because it represents me and the motherfuckin East Side
So bow down to the bow wow, cause bow wow
yippie yo, you can't see my flow
My shit is dope, original, now you know
And can't no hood fuck with Death Rizzow
[Chorus]
U Betta Recognize (Pump Pump Intro) lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. Sam Sneed)
Oh shit is, is that Snoop over there? Oh shit
Fuck that nigga bitch. My name is Sam Sneed you betta recognize
Aiyyo, aiy, I'm sorry, I just love that nigga he is so fine
Man fuck that nigga
His music is so fuckin dope
Hey look Sam man, I gotta go pee I'll be right back aight
Yeah aight
Yeah yeah I'm just slidin you know
Get this Henny tap in my vein
Yo Snoop whassup Snoop?
Ay, hold up, yo
Hey, how you doin?
Whas happenin?
Yo Snoop you know I just love your shit you are just so fine to me
Aiyyo bitch, bring your black ass back over
What the fuck's wrong with you?
Yo whas happenin is that your nigga or somethin?
Look check this shit out that nigga he don't run me OK?
I'm talkin to you that's all
Yeah whassup nigga? What the fuck's wrong with you?
Yo nigga whas happenin fool?
You know the name of the game, your bitch chose me
Nigga we can handle this like some gentlemen
or we can get into some gangsta shit
So whassup nigga?
Have it your motherfuckin way
Well whassup?
That's whassup nigga
Fuck that nigga bitch. My name is Sam Sneed you betta recognize
Aiyyo, aiy, I'm sorry, I just love that nigga he is so fine
Man fuck that nigga
His music is so fuckin dope
Hey look Sam man, I gotta go pee I'll be right back aight
Yeah aight
Yeah yeah I'm just slidin you know
Get this Henny tap in my vein
Yo Snoop whassup Snoop?
Ay, hold up, yo
Hey, how you doin?
Whas happenin?
Yo Snoop you know I just love your shit you are just so fine to me
Aiyyo bitch, bring your black ass back over
What the fuck's wrong with you?
Yo whas happenin is that your nigga or somethin?
Look check this shit out that nigga he don't run me OK?
I'm talkin to you that's all
Yeah whassup nigga? What the fuck's wrong with you?
Yo nigga whas happenin fool?
You know the name of the game, your bitch chose me
Nigga we can handle this like some gentlemen
or we can get into some gangsta shit
So whassup nigga?
Have it your motherfuckin way
Well whassup?
That's whassup nigga
Pump Pump lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. Malik (Lil Hershey Loc))
[Verse One:]
[static]
Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump
Pump Pump
Let the motion of your body be the key, cuz we
be the motherfuckin G Funk family
Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game
Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the game
If it ain't one thing it's a motherfuckin nother
Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother
Whether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuce
When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get loose
Cuz back in the days, on the side where it's at
A nigga had to have a fat stack
And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go
rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall
Can't none of y'all niggaz see the Doggy Dogg
Cuz I'm one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness
So shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kickin this
[Chorus: (repeat 2X)]
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump)
[Verse Two: Snoop]
Now you can look to the Sun, and spot the moon
And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room
With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk
Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a nigga...
I come down with the wickedness
One rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!)
Close your eyes cuz you can't see me
I quit school cause of recess you fuckin B.G.
I'm shakin up the party, like Lodi Dodi
Is he the dopest? Ya betta ask somebody
When, then, send, some gin
And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin
In nineteen-motherfuckin-ninety-three
I'm fuckin up every nigga known in the indistry
Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang
You know who I am you know my motherfuckin name, who am I?
(The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Smell) last name (D-O-double-G)
The behavior and the flavor that I found
Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Malik]
Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat
Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat
Don't sleep while I creep peep out my technique
I forgot, I'm out of sight so you can't see the
MC of the year, you hear and you fear
i got somethin for them niggaz in the front and the rear
I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride
I'm satisfied now everything is really alright
You know when I come nigga I come wicked
Don't need no permisison, motherfucker I'ma kick it
Niggaz sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuit
Lick em up shot, it don't stop, till dem all drop
Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks
Just stop, rottin on the next niggaz jock
I'm strapped with my glock on your block
And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot
[Chorus]
[static]
Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump
Pump Pump
Let the motion of your body be the key, cuz we
be the motherfuckin G Funk family
Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game
Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the game
If it ain't one thing it's a motherfuckin nother
Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother
Whether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuce
When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get loose
Cuz back in the days, on the side where it's at
A nigga had to have a fat stack
And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go
rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall
Can't none of y'all niggaz see the Doggy Dogg
Cuz I'm one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness
So shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kickin this
[Chorus: (repeat 2X)]
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump)
[Verse Two: Snoop]
Now you can look to the Sun, and spot the moon
And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room
With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk
Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a nigga...
I come down with the wickedness
One rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!)
Close your eyes cuz you can't see me
I quit school cause of recess you fuckin B.G.
I'm shakin up the party, like Lodi Dodi
Is he the dopest? Ya betta ask somebody
When, then, send, some gin
And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin
In nineteen-motherfuckin-ninety-three
I'm fuckin up every nigga known in the indistry
Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang
You know who I am you know my motherfuckin name, who am I?
(The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Smell) last name (D-O-double-G)
The behavior and the flavor that I found
Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Malik]
Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat
Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat
Don't sleep while I creep peep out my technique
I forgot, I'm out of sight so you can't see the
MC of the year, you hear and you fear
i got somethin for them niggaz in the front and the rear
I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride
I'm satisfied now everything is really alright
You know when I come nigga I come wicked
Don't need no permisison, motherfucker I'ma kick it
Niggaz sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuit
Lick em up shot, it don't stop, till dem all drop
Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks
Just stop, rottin on the next niggaz jock
I'm strapped with my glock on your block
And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot
[Chorus]
Dirty Dancer lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. Trey Songz)
I wanna see you working baby, you’re my dirty dancer
[Hook:]
You’re my dirty dancer
You’re my dirty dancer
You’re my dirty dancer
You’re my, you’re my dirty dancer
You’re my dirty dancer
you’re my dirty dancer
you’re my dirty dancer
[Snoop Dogg:]
That’s my dirty girl, she do her dirty dance
She get dirty money, for her dirty man
She give me everything, she take her dirty chance
She say I’m something new, not like her other man
Well let me do the thinking, this what I recommend
My nigger money talk that’s what she comprehend
Say that sad story, you hear them violins?
And for a tall glass of Landy, here it is
She living in my lap, just like a two for one
See that’s the fact, couple of stacks, she gonna leave with one
Shoot that weak gang, like a bb gun
And watch her do her thang, oh she gonna get it done
This girl body out the game, she a home run
She my dirty dancer, I owe her one
System overload, brain overdone, it’s Big Snoop Dogg,
Go on sing it Trey Songz
[Trey Songz - Chorus:]
You know money aint a thang, I love the way you working it
Drinks on me cause I love the way you twerkin’ it
Tell me is you ready? What’s your answer shorty?
You’re my dirty dancer
You’re my dirty dancer
The cash on deck, what you working with
Face down, ass up
From the club to the crib, you know what it is
You’re my, you’re my dirty, you’re my dirty dancer
[Hook]
[Snoop Dogg - Verse 2:]
She my dirty dancer, this her favorite song
And when she at the house, when she all alone
She in the mirror dancing nasty with no panties on
I see you girl, fantasizing about to set the tone
Can’t wait to put your heels, and stilettos on
I know you’re ready show the world what you really on
Dancing like that, you might need a license
So enticing, dancing while she setting prices
Damn, thats dangerous but lucrative
Do it right, go big and you get super rich
With that fat ass and them super hips
Slow motion mami, we know you the shit
It’s a dirty world so be a dirty chick
And I’ll do them other girls this about chips
Let it take control and make it make sense
Money ain’t a thang, you’re my dirty chick
[Trey Songz - Chorus]
Girl you know I want it, don’t you want it too
I can do whatever, he was never ever gonna do
Girl your body’s so sick, I just wanna touch you
Take your clothes off and your toes curl up
Do ya body body like nobody never do
Get it like ohhh, do it,
Once we’ve done it, you’ll be feeling like ooooooh
Had a lot of women but nobody like yooou
Girl the way you move
Baby puyt ya tricks on me
And she do it real quick, 6 feet
Get ya red lipstick please
Do ya dirty dance on me
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[Hook:]
You’re my dirty dancer
You’re my dirty dancer
You’re my dirty dancer
You’re my, you’re my dirty dancer
You’re my dirty dancer
you’re my dirty dancer
you’re my dirty dancer
[Snoop Dogg:]
That’s my dirty girl, she do her dirty dance
She get dirty money, for her dirty man
She give me everything, she take her dirty chance
She say I’m something new, not like her other man
Well let me do the thinking, this what I recommend
My nigger money talk that’s what she comprehend
Say that sad story, you hear them violins?
And for a tall glass of Landy, here it is
She living in my lap, just like a two for one
See that’s the fact, couple of stacks, she gonna leave with one
Shoot that weak gang, like a bb gun
And watch her do her thang, oh she gonna get it done
This girl body out the game, she a home run
She my dirty dancer, I owe her one
System overload, brain overdone, it’s Big Snoop Dogg,
Go on sing it Trey Songz
[Trey Songz - Chorus:]
You know money aint a thang, I love the way you working it
Drinks on me cause I love the way you twerkin’ it
Tell me is you ready? What’s your answer shorty?
You’re my dirty dancer
You’re my dirty dancer
The cash on deck, what you working with
Face down, ass up
From the club to the crib, you know what it is
You’re my, you’re my dirty, you’re my dirty dancer
[Hook]
[Snoop Dogg - Verse 2:]
She my dirty dancer, this her favorite song
And when she at the house, when she all alone
She in the mirror dancing nasty with no panties on
I see you girl, fantasizing about to set the tone
Can’t wait to put your heels, and stilettos on
I know you’re ready show the world what you really on
Dancing like that, you might need a license
So enticing, dancing while she setting prices
Damn, thats dangerous but lucrative
Do it right, go big and you get super rich
With that fat ass and them super hips
Slow motion mami, we know you the shit
It’s a dirty world so be a dirty chick
And I’ll do them other girls this about chips
Let it take control and make it make sense
Money ain’t a thang, you’re my dirty chick
[Trey Songz - Chorus]
Girl you know I want it, don’t you want it too
I can do whatever, he was never ever gonna do
Girl your body’s so sick, I just wanna touch you
Take your clothes off and your toes curl up
Do ya body body like nobody never do
Get it like ohhh, do it,
Once we’ve done it, you’ll be feeling like ooooooh
Had a lot of women but nobody like yooou
Girl the way you move
Baby puyt ya tricks on me
And she do it real quick, 6 feet
Get ya red lipstick please
Do ya dirty dance on me
[Chorus]
[Hook]
Drop It Like It's Hot (Remix) lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. Jay-Z, Pharrell)
[Hook: Pharell]
Spin around ma
Drop, drop, like it's hot
Drop, drop, like it's hot
Spending money mang
Drop, drop, like it's hot
Drop, drop, like it's hot
Spin around mommy
Drop, drop, like it's hot
Drop, drop, like it's hot
I got the rollie on my arm
And I'm pouring Chandon
And I roll the best weed
'Cause I got it going on
[Verse: 1 - Pharrell]
No steroids can make you hit what I'm pitching
Chef boy-ar-P is back in the kitchen
You niggas is scratching, my niggas is itchen
Don't keep "Pacin" but these dudes blow they "Pistons"
Yes, nigga, P stands for polish
None of y'all is fucking with he, and this is obvious
I'm Ron Artest, laying down to your garbage
While my niggas in the street pushing shit like Ben Wallace
And any ya'll could get it, even fans in the stands
These guns is a sun, you'll catch a tan with ya man
I'm no cheeto, trust this is real/rio
Everything is grande nothing is poquito
Security's behind me, with the torpedo
'Cause the wrist stay frigid
How you say it? Frio
Or where I'm from, in Virgina, we say ch-ill
And the ends also quarter million for each whe-el
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]
I got hatas on my j-iz-ock, plus the frickin c-iz-ops
All of whom want to hit me with sh-iz-ots til I dr-iz-op
Thank God for hip hop, or I be in the b-iz-ox, uh
Jail or casket, either way you r-iz-ot
But now I'm so fresh you could smell me through a ziplock
Mr. S d-iz-ot, it's not gon' st-iz-op
Too much pizzas for these piss-ass niggas to get past
Too cool for c-iz-ops to cuff his iz-ass
Snitch-ass they made, they can't get the boy
These niggas givin' out cases like a liquore store
Runnin' to the DA tryin' to get me for it
All the money it made, I'm like forget the law
I'm not 'fr-iz-aid, it J-iz-ay homie you got pl-iz-ayed
Take it like a man, the flow ran you off the st-iz-age (go sit down)
Wastin' ya time tryin' to sue S. tell ya lawyer
"Take that civil case and drop it like it's hot"
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Snoop Dogg]
(World Wide)
International, nah I'm universal
But you a gangsta, how you get to do commertials?
With them big wheels, yeah cause you do it big
I stay real, stay sharp, and tell it like it is
I never fake the funk, niggas know I ain't no punk
They want beef? Yeah cause, pop the trunk
We go all the way, we do it lifesize
Now my life right, 'cause my wife on my right side
Yeah, and she protecting my interest
Now I'm on the move they got me hoppin' these fences
Ay little homie your defence is defenceless
A pimp apprentice
Now come here princess (Come here, come here)
I know ya tired of the chit-chatter
It really don't matta it's like a seesaw platter
I check money, check niggas, check bitches
Now drop it like you ass on swit-ches (Ziip)
[Hook]
Spin around ma
Drop, drop, like it's hot
Drop, drop, like it's hot
Spending money mang
Drop, drop, like it's hot
Drop, drop, like it's hot
Spin around mommy
Drop, drop, like it's hot
Drop, drop, like it's hot
I got the rollie on my arm
And I'm pouring Chandon
And I roll the best weed
'Cause I got it going on
[Verse: 1 - Pharrell]
No steroids can make you hit what I'm pitching
Chef boy-ar-P is back in the kitchen
You niggas is scratching, my niggas is itchen
Don't keep "Pacin" but these dudes blow they "Pistons"
Yes, nigga, P stands for polish
None of y'all is fucking with he, and this is obvious
I'm Ron Artest, laying down to your garbage
While my niggas in the street pushing shit like Ben Wallace
And any ya'll could get it, even fans in the stands
These guns is a sun, you'll catch a tan with ya man
I'm no cheeto, trust this is real/rio
Everything is grande nothing is poquito
Security's behind me, with the torpedo
'Cause the wrist stay frigid
How you say it? Frio
Or where I'm from, in Virgina, we say ch-ill
And the ends also quarter million for each whe-el
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]
I got hatas on my j-iz-ock, plus the frickin c-iz-ops
All of whom want to hit me with sh-iz-ots til I dr-iz-op
Thank God for hip hop, or I be in the b-iz-ox, uh
Jail or casket, either way you r-iz-ot
But now I'm so fresh you could smell me through a ziplock
Mr. S d-iz-ot, it's not gon' st-iz-op
Too much pizzas for these piss-ass niggas to get past
Too cool for c-iz-ops to cuff his iz-ass
Snitch-ass they made, they can't get the boy
These niggas givin' out cases like a liquore store
Runnin' to the DA tryin' to get me for it
All the money it made, I'm like forget the law
I'm not 'fr-iz-aid, it J-iz-ay homie you got pl-iz-ayed
Take it like a man, the flow ran you off the st-iz-age (go sit down)
Wastin' ya time tryin' to sue S. tell ya lawyer
"Take that civil case and drop it like it's hot"
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Snoop Dogg]
(World Wide)
International, nah I'm universal
But you a gangsta, how you get to do commertials?
With them big wheels, yeah cause you do it big
I stay real, stay sharp, and tell it like it is
I never fake the funk, niggas know I ain't no punk
They want beef? Yeah cause, pop the trunk
We go all the way, we do it lifesize
Now my life right, 'cause my wife on my right side
Yeah, and she protecting my interest
Now I'm on the move they got me hoppin' these fences
Ay little homie your defence is defenceless
A pimp apprentice
Now come here princess (Come here, come here)
I know ya tired of the chit-chatter
It really don't matta it's like a seesaw platter
I check money, check niggas, check bitches
Now drop it like you ass on swit-ches (Ziip)
[Hook]
Gangsta Move lyrics - Snoop Dogg
[Snoop Dogg talking]
Yeah. Anotha Dogg House production. My nigga Meech roll it.
Wussup. We movin solo for the 9-9, 9-8, ya heard me?
Too many flees, too many bustaz. We doin this shit solo.
Dig it:
[Snoop Dogg]
Cold game (cold game), new twist (new twist).
My niggaz step back and let me do this (do this)
Cuz I'm that 5-0 with em, getting 5-0's, sittin getting in the wind
For all my homies in the pen
It's back on
My backbone, my wife in my life & down wit a nigga before my paper was tite.
Boo, you's a real bitch
I write that real shit
That them niggaz just got to get with
I bounce in and out of town just like a basketball player
Pass weed with the G's
And pass laws with the mayors
See, that's the difference between
You, me, and him
Nigga, I'm Silk the Slim
With the feather in his brim
I swim under water and don't get wet
Then bounce back to the hood and C-walk the set
I keep it gangsta all the time
An you can ask the Doug, Insanes, and One-9
Cuz I'm:
[Hook]
Born gangsta, stays on the move (Keep it tru, dawgz)
Dogg Pound just for the fuck of it (Dogg Pound!)
Born gangsta, keepin it true
None of y'all can stop me now
Cuz I'm havin papers now (Dogg Pound!)
[Snoop Dogg]
I stay on em like cop cars
Man, you watch your rabid-ass nine
Tryin to stop cars hoo-bangin this fast-lane game
It ain't a thang
I was learnin this game when you was servin your cane
It's where my shit's at
Flip rats tryin to get some get-back
Sit back, an holla at a playa bout: cold game
I stay Bout It (Bout It)
A bitch'll have you crossed up
An niggaz get you crossed out
I cant hang and bang wit y'all no more y'all niggaz flossed out
An papers what I'm all about
It's down that bullshit roll with y'all or take the baller
I take the baller out, he take the small amount
Long-term big shit
That's what I'm all about
Call em out, stall em out
Fuck em, I twist em
The hardhead never listen
They never recognize and they never pay attention
I stay G, and by the way did I mention: young nigga
[Hook]
Born gangsta, stays on the move (Move on, move on)
Dogg Pound just for the fuck of it (D-P-G: Dogg Pound!)
Born gangsta, keepin it true
None of y'all can stop me now
Cuz I'm havin papers now (Get cha money, get cha money: Dogg Pound!)
[Snoop Dogg]
A-B-C-D-P-G-C
Ain't no L-I-M-I-to the T (Ain't No Limit)
I'm fuckin wit G's that's makin moves with thugs
You still catch me hangin out
In the muthafuckin club
One love (One love, nigga!), sippin Moet
Holla'in at cha bitch (Beeyatch!)
All by my lonely, cuz I don't give a shit
C-walkin on the dance floor, throwin up DP (Dogg Pound!)
An ain't nobody gon' fuck with me
Cuz I'm a Tru Tank Dogg
With big bank, y'all
Let's sample down with Snoop an watch us come back an spank y'all (Woo!)
Keepin high, stay on top
I'm #1 with a bullet and I'm back on top (Back on top!)
(Say what?) Hunter proof, gold tooth with the diamond in the middle
Roll-model millionaire gangsta ass nigga
We steady mobbin while we lynchin
Stay independent, on a mission
By the way did I mention? (Keep it gangsta, nigga!)
[Hook]
Born gangsta, stays on the move (Move on, Move on)
Dogg Pound just for the fuck of it (D-P-G: Dogg Pound!)
Born gangsta keepin it true (Keep it real, dawg)
None of y'all can stop me now (Yeah, stop that)
Cuz I'm havin papers now (Stop that: Dogg Pound!)
Born gangsta, stays on the move (Stay on the move, move on)
Dogg Pound just for the fuck of it (D-P-G: Dogg Pound!)
Born gangsta keepin it true
None of y'all can stop me now (Stop that)
Cuz I'm havin papers now (Yeah: Dogg Pound! You Know!)
[Snoop Dogg talking]
Another Dogg House production. My nigga Meech on the beat. Got another smoke
just goin down, that's how it goes.
Gotta say wussup to all my niggaz in the house
My nigga Meech in the house
Yeah, Chop-Chop from the AGB
Yeah, GoldieLox
An the LBC
Warren G
Aww yeah
Kiddie Banks from the LBC
JC
Aww yeah
From the big LB
This how we do it y'all, DPG
And we out:.
[Hook out]
Yeah. Anotha Dogg House production. My nigga Meech roll it.
Wussup. We movin solo for the 9-9, 9-8, ya heard me?
Too many flees, too many bustaz. We doin this shit solo.
Dig it:
[Snoop Dogg]
Cold game (cold game), new twist (new twist).
My niggaz step back and let me do this (do this)
Cuz I'm that 5-0 with em, getting 5-0's, sittin getting in the wind
For all my homies in the pen
It's back on
My backbone, my wife in my life & down wit a nigga before my paper was tite.
Boo, you's a real bitch
I write that real shit
That them niggaz just got to get with
I bounce in and out of town just like a basketball player
Pass weed with the G's
And pass laws with the mayors
See, that's the difference between
You, me, and him
Nigga, I'm Silk the Slim
With the feather in his brim
I swim under water and don't get wet
Then bounce back to the hood and C-walk the set
I keep it gangsta all the time
An you can ask the Doug, Insanes, and One-9
Cuz I'm:
[Hook]
Born gangsta, stays on the move (Keep it tru, dawgz)
Dogg Pound just for the fuck of it (Dogg Pound!)
Born gangsta, keepin it true
None of y'all can stop me now
Cuz I'm havin papers now (Dogg Pound!)
[Snoop Dogg]
I stay on em like cop cars
Man, you watch your rabid-ass nine
Tryin to stop cars hoo-bangin this fast-lane game
It ain't a thang
I was learnin this game when you was servin your cane
It's where my shit's at
Flip rats tryin to get some get-back
Sit back, an holla at a playa bout: cold game
I stay Bout It (Bout It)
A bitch'll have you crossed up
An niggaz get you crossed out
I cant hang and bang wit y'all no more y'all niggaz flossed out
An papers what I'm all about
It's down that bullshit roll with y'all or take the baller
I take the baller out, he take the small amount
Long-term big shit
That's what I'm all about
Call em out, stall em out
Fuck em, I twist em
The hardhead never listen
They never recognize and they never pay attention
I stay G, and by the way did I mention: young nigga
[Hook]
Born gangsta, stays on the move (Move on, move on)
Dogg Pound just for the fuck of it (D-P-G: Dogg Pound!)
Born gangsta, keepin it true
None of y'all can stop me now
Cuz I'm havin papers now (Get cha money, get cha money: Dogg Pound!)
[Snoop Dogg]
A-B-C-D-P-G-C
Ain't no L-I-M-I-to the T (Ain't No Limit)
I'm fuckin wit G's that's makin moves with thugs
You still catch me hangin out
In the muthafuckin club
One love (One love, nigga!), sippin Moet
Holla'in at cha bitch (Beeyatch!)
All by my lonely, cuz I don't give a shit
C-walkin on the dance floor, throwin up DP (Dogg Pound!)
An ain't nobody gon' fuck with me
Cuz I'm a Tru Tank Dogg
With big bank, y'all
Let's sample down with Snoop an watch us come back an spank y'all (Woo!)
Keepin high, stay on top
I'm #1 with a bullet and I'm back on top (Back on top!)
(Say what?) Hunter proof, gold tooth with the diamond in the middle
Roll-model millionaire gangsta ass nigga
We steady mobbin while we lynchin
Stay independent, on a mission
By the way did I mention? (Keep it gangsta, nigga!)
[Hook]
Born gangsta, stays on the move (Move on, Move on)
Dogg Pound just for the fuck of it (D-P-G: Dogg Pound!)
Born gangsta keepin it true (Keep it real, dawg)
None of y'all can stop me now (Yeah, stop that)
Cuz I'm havin papers now (Stop that: Dogg Pound!)
Born gangsta, stays on the move (Stay on the move, move on)
Dogg Pound just for the fuck of it (D-P-G: Dogg Pound!)
Born gangsta keepin it true
None of y'all can stop me now (Stop that)
Cuz I'm havin papers now (Yeah: Dogg Pound! You Know!)
[Snoop Dogg talking]
Another Dogg House production. My nigga Meech on the beat. Got another smoke
just goin down, that's how it goes.
Gotta say wussup to all my niggaz in the house
My nigga Meech in the house
Yeah, Chop-Chop from the AGB
Yeah, GoldieLox
An the LBC
Warren G
Aww yeah
Kiddie Banks from the LBC
JC
Aww yeah
From the big LB
This how we do it y'all, DPG
And we out:.
[Hook out]
Hooked lyrics - Snoop Dogg
[Talking:]
Hey yo, Soopafly
These niggaz act like they don't know my motherfuckin' name (gangsta)
Hmm...ain't that a trip
Now I put half these niggaz on (ain't that something)
[Chorus:]
Snoop D-O double G (from the DP)
[Talking:]
Niggaz wasn't even rapping till I came out
You know what I'm sayin?
Y'all know what time it is
[Chorus]
Every nigga in this rap game, to the dope game
Now I got the hook up on the dodo, for sure tho'
But I'm not a weed seller, but a crocka sack beller
A rap star plus a 2 time felon
Sellin' phones out the trunk I mix G with funk
I put it all together, and rock it till it chump
Then bag it up and sag it up and then serve
I'm always on the pager, never on the curb
I'm big time, get mine, stay down for the grizind
I keep it gangsta, nigga, all the tizime
Ask them niggaz, from way down South (who?)
The boys right there with the gold in they mouth
They'll tell ya (tell ya)
There ain't no bullshit to sell ya
Snoop D-O double G who wannabes wannabe
I got love for my folkers out in 'Lejo
And all my soldiers gettin' busy down in N-O
Gangsta's, get respect from me
And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me
That's on the C, DPG will never break up
There's too much motherfuckin' paper to cake up
That's on me (DPG)
Now what?
I'm
[Chorus X3]
Now all the bitches if you with me, come get me
I'm in room 210, don't forget to bring the gin
That's the old fashion way, and bring a friend with ya
So when I'm through with ya she can hit ya
Shit I ain't trippin'
I'm dippin'
There's money to be made
It's funny how she layed when I told her she couldn't stay
Look here, my boo'll be through
So you gotta raise, boy game pays
On the next phase, gotta show to do at 4
Then I'm headed right back to the studio
If you need the hook up
Give a nigga a holla
I slide through your hood, in the gold impala
Drop off a sack, then I head right back
And I hope I don't get jacked, cause you know I'm ridin' strapped
But if the boys decide to pull me over loc
They recognize my face, and so they go
Gangsta's get respect ya see
All y'all other niggaz gettin' shook like fleas
That's on the C
DPG will never break up
There's too much motherfuckin' paper to cake up
That's on me
[Chorus X4]
Dogg Pound Gangsta's
Say it with me
Say it with me
Say it with me
Say it for me
Right back at ya
Who go the hook up?
I do
I got the hook up
I got the hook up
If ya need it
I got the hook up
Yeah
That's gangsta
Straight up
98
Doggy Dogg
[Chorus X5]
Ain't No Limit to this shit
Ain't No Limit to this shit nigga
Straight up
That's gangsta
And we out
Hey yo, Soopafly
These niggaz act like they don't know my motherfuckin' name (gangsta)
Hmm...ain't that a trip
Now I put half these niggaz on (ain't that something)
[Chorus:]
Snoop D-O double G (from the DP)
[Talking:]
Niggaz wasn't even rapping till I came out
You know what I'm sayin?
Y'all know what time it is
[Chorus]
Every nigga in this rap game, to the dope game
Now I got the hook up on the dodo, for sure tho'
But I'm not a weed seller, but a crocka sack beller
A rap star plus a 2 time felon
Sellin' phones out the trunk I mix G with funk
I put it all together, and rock it till it chump
Then bag it up and sag it up and then serve
I'm always on the pager, never on the curb
I'm big time, get mine, stay down for the grizind
I keep it gangsta, nigga, all the tizime
Ask them niggaz, from way down South (who?)
The boys right there with the gold in they mouth
They'll tell ya (tell ya)
There ain't no bullshit to sell ya
Snoop D-O double G who wannabes wannabe
I got love for my folkers out in 'Lejo
And all my soldiers gettin' busy down in N-O
Gangsta's, get respect from me
And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me
That's on the C, DPG will never break up
There's too much motherfuckin' paper to cake up
That's on me (DPG)
Now what?
I'm
[Chorus X3]
Now all the bitches if you with me, come get me
I'm in room 210, don't forget to bring the gin
That's the old fashion way, and bring a friend with ya
So when I'm through with ya she can hit ya
Shit I ain't trippin'
I'm dippin'
There's money to be made
It's funny how she layed when I told her she couldn't stay
Look here, my boo'll be through
So you gotta raise, boy game pays
On the next phase, gotta show to do at 4
Then I'm headed right back to the studio
If you need the hook up
Give a nigga a holla
I slide through your hood, in the gold impala
Drop off a sack, then I head right back
And I hope I don't get jacked, cause you know I'm ridin' strapped
But if the boys decide to pull me over loc
They recognize my face, and so they go
Gangsta's get respect ya see
All y'all other niggaz gettin' shook like fleas
That's on the C
DPG will never break up
There's too much motherfuckin' paper to cake up
That's on me
[Chorus X4]
Dogg Pound Gangsta's
Say it with me
Say it with me
Say it with me
Say it for me
Right back at ya
Who go the hook up?
I do
I got the hook up
I got the hook up
If ya need it
I got the hook up
Yeah
That's gangsta
Straight up
98
Doggy Dogg
[Chorus X5]
Ain't No Limit to this shit
Ain't No Limit to this shit nigga
Straight up
That's gangsta
And we out
Hoop Dreams (He Got Game) lyrics - Snoop Dogg
Man I had a crazy crazy dream dogg.
I had a dream I was in the NBA straight playin basketball.
NBA straight getting my ball on dogg.
Can you imagine?
Snoop Dogg in the NBA?
Imagine that, Hoop Doggy Dogg.
Yea straight ballin.
You know I'm a ball anyway so why not.
Let me get my ball on.
If I could play in the NBA
I would be that six-four all day shootin that trey
I dribbled to the outside and passed it to Shaq
they double teamed on him so he passed it back
Look at the 3 but I don't take the shot
cause I think I'm cold and I aint trying to get hot
I'm feelin bionic, we playing the Sonics
And I'm sticking Gary Payton so you know I'm ball hatin
Bang on Vin Baker cause real Lakers really don't care yea yea
Next stop in the court on Damon toast Stouda and my homeboy J.R. Rider
Minnesota Timberwolves, we cut 'em down
Hakeem Olajuwon and Scottie Pippen, we shut 'em down
The Twin Towers, Dave and Duncan
20 in the paint fool you get's nothing
On a four game roll sweep, beep beep
We beat the Bulls and we rocked the Heat
And we traded for a few players, some Pacers
Miller and Mullin and now they Lakers
We cant be beat now, we on a 27 game win streak now, bow wow
When it all started from a dream
I'm playin point guard on my favorite team (Lakers)
I got the big perm, doing interviews with Chick Herm
At Stu Lance, we do a dance
When it rains poppin shampane
Basketball yes yall thats the game
Two years ago a friend of mine
Ask me to glide from the free throw line
So I took the ball, and as I made the hoop
Everybody jumped up and they said "Go Snoop"
And my career jumped off into the fast lane
My rookie season I made my first all star game
Double G like George Gervin, thats what the call me cause I'm so ice
Ballin cause that's my life, I balls all day, and I balls all night
They call me Snoop Dogg and everybody know I love to hustle and ball
The season gettin tragic we lost to the Magic
and the word is that Rodman done had it
So I guess it on a young homie, the great number 8, Mr. Koby
Give him the ball dogg he ready
We got to play Charlotte tonight, I'm stickin Eddie
Remember all the good times that we had
Cuz dont trip to long cause tommorow we play the Jazz
Then it on to play the Denver Nuggets
The homeboy Nick they traded, but damn I still love 'em
Keep a picture of 'em on the wall next to Dr. J
Meach, I love basketball
Allen Iverson on the fly boy he hard to stick
C Webb comin through with a quick pick
The NBA Saturday mornings hey or maybe on a Sunday
We in the playoffs so stay off the court
This aint no game, this a sport
And we in it to win it, we ballin, No Limit
Remember this
When I grow up on wanted to be a point guard playing on NBC
With Herb and Suge or Pistol Pete or World B. Free givin dap to me
Givin up my dues with converse shoes
And tellin all the kids to stay in school
This is true and your dreams can come true
if it happen to me, it can happen to you
That's for all the NBA players that dream of being a rapper.
I'm a rapper that dreams of being a NBA player and I'm a baller.
Let's bounce up out of here man.
I had a dream I was in the NBA straight playin basketball.
NBA straight getting my ball on dogg.
Can you imagine?
Snoop Dogg in the NBA?
Imagine that, Hoop Doggy Dogg.
Yea straight ballin.
You know I'm a ball anyway so why not.
Let me get my ball on.
If I could play in the NBA
I would be that six-four all day shootin that trey
I dribbled to the outside and passed it to Shaq
they double teamed on him so he passed it back
Look at the 3 but I don't take the shot
cause I think I'm cold and I aint trying to get hot
I'm feelin bionic, we playing the Sonics
And I'm sticking Gary Payton so you know I'm ball hatin
Bang on Vin Baker cause real Lakers really don't care yea yea
Next stop in the court on Damon toast Stouda and my homeboy J.R. Rider
Minnesota Timberwolves, we cut 'em down
Hakeem Olajuwon and Scottie Pippen, we shut 'em down
The Twin Towers, Dave and Duncan
20 in the paint fool you get's nothing
On a four game roll sweep, beep beep
We beat the Bulls and we rocked the Heat
And we traded for a few players, some Pacers
Miller and Mullin and now they Lakers
We cant be beat now, we on a 27 game win streak now, bow wow
When it all started from a dream
I'm playin point guard on my favorite team (Lakers)
I got the big perm, doing interviews with Chick Herm
At Stu Lance, we do a dance
When it rains poppin shampane
Basketball yes yall thats the game
Two years ago a friend of mine
Ask me to glide from the free throw line
So I took the ball, and as I made the hoop
Everybody jumped up and they said "Go Snoop"
And my career jumped off into the fast lane
My rookie season I made my first all star game
Double G like George Gervin, thats what the call me cause I'm so ice
Ballin cause that's my life, I balls all day, and I balls all night
They call me Snoop Dogg and everybody know I love to hustle and ball
The season gettin tragic we lost to the Magic
and the word is that Rodman done had it
So I guess it on a young homie, the great number 8, Mr. Koby
Give him the ball dogg he ready
We got to play Charlotte tonight, I'm stickin Eddie
Remember all the good times that we had
Cuz dont trip to long cause tommorow we play the Jazz
Then it on to play the Denver Nuggets
The homeboy Nick they traded, but damn I still love 'em
Keep a picture of 'em on the wall next to Dr. J
Meach, I love basketball
Allen Iverson on the fly boy he hard to stick
C Webb comin through with a quick pick
The NBA Saturday mornings hey or maybe on a Sunday
We in the playoffs so stay off the court
This aint no game, this a sport
And we in it to win it, we ballin, No Limit
Remember this
When I grow up on wanted to be a point guard playing on NBC
With Herb and Suge or Pistol Pete or World B. Free givin dap to me
Givin up my dues with converse shoes
And tellin all the kids to stay in school
This is true and your dreams can come true
if it happen to me, it can happen to you
That's for all the NBA players that dream of being a rapper.
I'm a rapper that dreams of being a NBA player and I'm a baller.
Let's bounce up out of here man.
I Wanna Rock (Interstate Trafficking Remix) lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. Roscoe Dash, Rick Ross, Maino, OJ da Juiceman, Yo Gotti)
[Intro: DJ Green Lantern]
Right about now!!! You are about to be possessed!!!!
By the sounds of Snoop Dogg!!!! And DJ Green Lantern!!!!
[Chorus: Roscoe Dash (Rick Ross)]
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! (Teflon don!!!)
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! (Snoop what it do!)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
(Maybach music!!!) Let's go!!! BOSS!!!!
Bitch I think I'm Scarface!!! Bitch I think I'm Nino!!!
Bitch I think I'm Pablo!!!! Put that on this kilo!!!!
Put that on this remix, bracelet cost me three bricks
Squash that shit with Mayweather, I call that real G shit
Bitch my life a gamble, Lucky Luciano!!!!
When I die, nigga ride, don't burn no fuckin candles (UHHHHHHH!!!!)
Bitch I think I'm Spielberg!!!! I just made a movie!!!
Time to pop my chill pill, with my spanish two piece
(ROSS!!!!!!!!!) Ricky Ross!!!!!!!!!!!
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
BIG SNOOP DOGG!!! I like steak and eggs I like Mike & Ike's
I like breakin hoes I like breakin dykes
I like doin my thang like every night
Tonight's the night like Betty Wright and that's right
I came to get ya up off the wall, we 'gon rock, we 'gon ball
Big Snoop D-O-G I got pills, thrills, whatever you need
Just name it AIM it AOL, strip clubs A-T-L
Pimp game, never fail, in the ocean, I'm the whale
NBA to the NFL they all waitin to inhale
[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]
I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
(I'm goooooooooooone...)
Remix -- G shit
Bigg Snoop Dogg, g-gan-gan-gangsta shit
(YO GOTTI!!) What's haps? Smoke chronic and ride switches
I'm from a small town, they label us Nort' Memphis
In the club, I'm like a rock band, I be goin insane
(Totally duuuuuuuuuude!!!!)
Got it Osbourne, nigga I be off the chi-dain (off the chi-dain!)
(Black Sabbath) -- white monies
Green Tuesdees, let's count the money
Club jumpin, (I'm here!) What's hap'n?!
Baking Soda Gotti, Mr. DJ Green Lantern
Call me Mr. Lamborghini Drop, swag on the arena top
I'm 'bout to blow the woofers out, I need to turn it down a notch
[Chorus: Roscoe Dash (Yo Gotti) (*Maino)]
I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! (I'm Yo Gotti!!!)
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(*Yeah!!! Unstoppable what's up Snoop!!!)
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(*Welcome to Brooklyn!!!!!)
[Verse 4: Maino]
Yeah truthfully I gave them a reason for them to fear me now
Life is like chess so my next move is for the crown
Look at how they tremble now they know that I ain't actin it
Fans wanna touch the same hand I smack rappers with
I ain't on that rapper shit, mami I'm the realest yo
Different city different day, different telly different ho
Don't make me act a fooly, leave me with all these groupies
Rollin in the Coupe, I'm chillin just me and Snoopy
Lord please forgive me for wild livin these wild women
Bottles keep on comin I'm now winnin my style different
This is for the G's the homeys that's out there livin that
Green Lantern tell 'em it's true I brought Brooklyn back
[Chorus: Roscoe Dash (Maino)]
I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! (Maino!!!)
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
[Verse 5: OJ Da Juiceman]
["Ays" and "okays" heard in the background, of course]
Young G...
It's the king of the rock, and I mean the shit literally
Trap 'til we thru, man trappin in my history
Catch me in the kitchen and Young Juicey doin chemistry
I SKERT! with my right when my left reaches this track or beat
GOMAD dog and my trap look like a spelling bee
Green Lantern and the Juiceman high just like the tractor be
And I be su' one hundred just like the letter G
Snoop Dogg, good look, that's the big whole me
So I do it B.I.G., everytime in Long Beach
NYC, what it do? You know dat I rock witchu
And everytime that I'm on stage, I be rockin Muari shoes
Gangsta as a muthafucka, I just say that I'm a BOOOOOOOO!
[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]
I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
Right about now!!! You are about to be possessed!!!!
By the sounds of Snoop Dogg!!!! And DJ Green Lantern!!!!
[Chorus: Roscoe Dash (Rick Ross)]
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! (Teflon don!!!)
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! (Snoop what it do!)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
(Maybach music!!!) Let's go!!! BOSS!!!!
Bitch I think I'm Scarface!!! Bitch I think I'm Nino!!!
Bitch I think I'm Pablo!!!! Put that on this kilo!!!!
Put that on this remix, bracelet cost me three bricks
Squash that shit with Mayweather, I call that real G shit
Bitch my life a gamble, Lucky Luciano!!!!
When I die, nigga ride, don't burn no fuckin candles (UHHHHHHH!!!!)
Bitch I think I'm Spielberg!!!! I just made a movie!!!
Time to pop my chill pill, with my spanish two piece
(ROSS!!!!!!!!!) Ricky Ross!!!!!!!!!!!
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
BIG SNOOP DOGG!!! I like steak and eggs I like Mike & Ike's
I like breakin hoes I like breakin dykes
I like doin my thang like every night
Tonight's the night like Betty Wright and that's right
I came to get ya up off the wall, we 'gon rock, we 'gon ball
Big Snoop D-O-G I got pills, thrills, whatever you need
Just name it AIM it AOL, strip clubs A-T-L
Pimp game, never fail, in the ocean, I'm the whale
NBA to the NFL they all waitin to inhale
[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]
I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
(I'm goooooooooooone...)
Remix -- G shit
Bigg Snoop Dogg, g-gan-gan-gangsta shit
(YO GOTTI!!) What's haps? Smoke chronic and ride switches
I'm from a small town, they label us Nort' Memphis
In the club, I'm like a rock band, I be goin insane
(Totally duuuuuuuuuude!!!!)
Got it Osbourne, nigga I be off the chi-dain (off the chi-dain!)
(Black Sabbath) -- white monies
Green Tuesdees, let's count the money
Club jumpin, (I'm here!) What's hap'n?!
Baking Soda Gotti, Mr. DJ Green Lantern
Call me Mr. Lamborghini Drop, swag on the arena top
I'm 'bout to blow the woofers out, I need to turn it down a notch
[Chorus: Roscoe Dash (Yo Gotti) (*Maino)]
I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! (I'm Yo Gotti!!!)
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(*Yeah!!! Unstoppable what's up Snoop!!!)
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(*Welcome to Brooklyn!!!!!)
[Verse 4: Maino]
Yeah truthfully I gave them a reason for them to fear me now
Life is like chess so my next move is for the crown
Look at how they tremble now they know that I ain't actin it
Fans wanna touch the same hand I smack rappers with
I ain't on that rapper shit, mami I'm the realest yo
Different city different day, different telly different ho
Don't make me act a fooly, leave me with all these groupies
Rollin in the Coupe, I'm chillin just me and Snoopy
Lord please forgive me for wild livin these wild women
Bottles keep on comin I'm now winnin my style different
This is for the G's the homeys that's out there livin that
Green Lantern tell 'em it's true I brought Brooklyn back
[Chorus: Roscoe Dash (Maino)]
I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! (Maino!!!)
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
[Verse 5: OJ Da Juiceman]
["Ays" and "okays" heard in the background, of course]
Young G...
It's the king of the rock, and I mean the shit literally
Trap 'til we thru, man trappin in my history
Catch me in the kitchen and Young Juicey doin chemistry
I SKERT! with my right when my left reaches this track or beat
GOMAD dog and my trap look like a spelling bee
Green Lantern and the Juiceman high just like the tractor be
And I be su' one hundred just like the letter G
Snoop Dogg, good look, that's the big whole me
So I do it B.I.G., everytime in Long Beach
NYC, what it do? You know dat I rock witchu
And everytime that I'm on stage, I be rockin Muari shoes
Gangsta as a muthafucka, I just say that I'm a BOOOOOOOO!
[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]
I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
(LET GO!!!!) I WANNA ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!! ROCK!!!!
Knocc Em Down lyrics - Snoop Dogg
[Intro]
Get ready for the next battle.
[Chorus]
I fade Em
Running
I fade Em
I need that
I fade Em (I fade Em)
Running
I knock Em down (I knock Em down)
Running homie
I knock Em down (I knock Em down)
Running homie
I knock Em down (I knock Em down)
I need that
I knock Em down (I knock Em down) [x3]
Running homie
I knock Em down (I knock Em down)
[Verse 1]
Fist like Tekken
Jump kick wood tips on you in a second
Ready for the battle
You can pick the weapons
Got this combo
Here comes the blastin
Smash on you Pronto
From all directions
Lined to fade up
Buttons get depressing
Get you with the fisticuffs
Homie you my next win
Get you powered up and come back for revenge
When I start checking chin
You won’t last a couple of seconds
Busters gone in a wind
And Doggy does it again
Step in y’all
Rapping Dogg
Tip toe
Reckon this is stereo
[Chorus]
I Fade Em
Running
I fade Em
I need that
I fade Em (I fade Em)
Runnin
I knock Em down (I knock Em down)
Running homie
I knock Em down (I knock Em down)
Running homie
I knock Em down (I knock Em down)
I need that
I knock Em down (I knock Em down)
Running homie
I knock Em down (I knock Em down)
I knock Em down down down
[Verse 2]
Put down the sticks
Survival of the fitt‘
You bout to get smashed on
Probably get flipped
Probably get kicked
So you probably gonna lose
So you probably bout to quit
Alright then Dogg
Almost kicked your braids off
Shaker #1 and I still remain boss
2 one 1, homie
First round Dre picked
Get your jaw broke
Get laid down quick
We gotta have hands in this fight and turn Em in
Put it on quick, pressed start to go!
Get punched in a lip
When I keep playing then a loosa get tipped
(Hahaha)
Set him on his pocket
See I ain’t here to quit
(Fade Em)
Who wanna go?
[Chorus]
Running
I fade Em
I need that
I fade Em
Running
I knock Em down
Running homie
I knock Em down
Running homie
(What?)
I knock Em down (down, down)
I need that (I need that)
I knock Em down (I knock Em down)
Running homie
I knock Em (I knock Em down)
I knock Em down down down
[Outro]
This one goes out
To the top selector
Snoop D-O-double-G
AKA Snoop Blya
Bob Marley reincarnated
Yamma
Check it
Bloaw
Yeah
Church
Rastafarian
Takin' a second for me to blow your mind
Tekk it
Jack it
Takin' a second for me to blow your mind
Tekk it
Jack it
Takin' a second for me to blow your mind
Tekk it
Jack it
Jack it
Takin' a second for me to blow your mind
Tekk it
Jack it
Jack it
Yeah
Reincarnated
Snoop D-O-double-G
Jia
AKA Snoop Lion
Check it [x18]
Takin' a second for me to blow your mind
Life In The Projects lyrics - Snoop Dogg
[Intro]
[Thurgood of PJ's]
Yeah, get up, get down
That's what P Funk say
[Snoop]
Get your money man, it's hard out there
It's hard out there, dogg
What, yeah, huh
Get yours, get yours, get yours
Shootin' dice on length with a couple of G's
Dust off my knees, twist off my cap and breathe
Jump in the six-four, sittin' on D
Spit a few caps at my enemies
Please, freeze, there's a new sheriff in town
Livin' in the projects, Dogg Pound Pound
No father figure, just gangbang nigga
Cuz they give it up quicker and they learn to pull a trigger
All role models on TV
Most of us ain't got a TV, you feel me?
Shit, Michael Jordan don't come through
I bet the nigga get the money when it time to sell his shoe
I'm telling you, I ain't puttin' him down
Cuz I love him to death but I ain't ever seen him in my town
But you could see Snoop Dogg everyday
I'm boss to the blocks like the projects in the PJ's
Yeah, for those of you who don't know
This is the land of the scandalous and cut throats
Child support- that's unheard of
Number one crime in the motherfucker- murder
Ya heard me? Hmm, I'ma stay down
For the get down, from a puppy to the big dogg
Put that on the penthouse
Life in the projects, bang, bang, pow, pow
Is how it sounds
[Chorus]
Life in the projects
Where it's hard to get by
But you got it cuz your spot's gettin' hotter
Life in the projects
Where grass is cheese and cheese is power
Life in the projects
Where you got to have the will to know how
Know how to do what? Survive
Life in the projects
You got to get yours cuz I'ma get mine
Life in the projects, goodness grief
Everybody waitin' on the 1st and 15th
The police man is tryin' to get atcha
Catcha, snatcha, open up your fridge
Nuttin' lookin' back atcha
So you open up your freeza and say 'God, please'
I wish we had some more of this government cheese
I'm duckin' buckshots, see, walkin' on my knees
Ain't no trees, the grass ain't green
And when I say it's all bad, you know what I mean
There's One In Every Family- what? A Fiend
And a basketball star with no team, no dreams
Remember good times? JJ and Michael?
And all the lil' thangs they went through despite
Nobody in the projects gave a fuck
Ain't no good, it's all badluck, shucks, shoppin' poppin'
Back up on all the scene, from the George Down, PJ's, Cali or projects
And the Cabrini Greens, my niggas get wild on they ass
We like to pow-pow on they ass
Here's a toast to the coast, so take a blast
From the projects to the upper deck, upper class
A long way from where I come from
I know where I'm at, nigga, I can't forget where I came from
[Chorus]
[Repeat to fade]
Life in the projects
[Adlibs]
Yeah
I know all them real niggas out there that's livin' they life in the projects
That's going through that bullshit, y'know
I know how y'all niggas feel
Nigga, Doggy Dogg for ya pain
It's like I'm livin' in the motherfuckin' projects, too
Y'know what I'm sayin'?
They want y'all to throw me out my state
So, fuck
I might as well move back in the projects
That's where my real niggas at any motherfuckin' way
I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine
Life in the projects
Nigga, better get yours cuz I'ma get mine
Life in the projects, feel me?
You better get yours cuz I'ma get mine
Life in the projects, yeah
You better get yours cuz I'ma get mine
Life in the projects, yeah
We out, we out
[Thurgood of PJ's]
Yeah, get up, get down
That's what P Funk say
[Snoop]
Get your money man, it's hard out there
It's hard out there, dogg
What, yeah, huh
Get yours, get yours, get yours
Shootin' dice on length with a couple of G's
Dust off my knees, twist off my cap and breathe
Jump in the six-four, sittin' on D
Spit a few caps at my enemies
Please, freeze, there's a new sheriff in town
Livin' in the projects, Dogg Pound Pound
No father figure, just gangbang nigga
Cuz they give it up quicker and they learn to pull a trigger
All role models on TV
Most of us ain't got a TV, you feel me?
Shit, Michael Jordan don't come through
I bet the nigga get the money when it time to sell his shoe
I'm telling you, I ain't puttin' him down
Cuz I love him to death but I ain't ever seen him in my town
But you could see Snoop Dogg everyday
I'm boss to the blocks like the projects in the PJ's
Yeah, for those of you who don't know
This is the land of the scandalous and cut throats
Child support- that's unheard of
Number one crime in the motherfucker- murder
Ya heard me? Hmm, I'ma stay down
For the get down, from a puppy to the big dogg
Put that on the penthouse
Life in the projects, bang, bang, pow, pow
Is how it sounds
[Chorus]
Life in the projects
Where it's hard to get by
But you got it cuz your spot's gettin' hotter
Life in the projects
Where grass is cheese and cheese is power
Life in the projects
Where you got to have the will to know how
Know how to do what? Survive
Life in the projects
You got to get yours cuz I'ma get mine
Life in the projects, goodness grief
Everybody waitin' on the 1st and 15th
The police man is tryin' to get atcha
Catcha, snatcha, open up your fridge
Nuttin' lookin' back atcha
So you open up your freeza and say 'God, please'
I wish we had some more of this government cheese
I'm duckin' buckshots, see, walkin' on my knees
Ain't no trees, the grass ain't green
And when I say it's all bad, you know what I mean
There's One In Every Family- what? A Fiend
And a basketball star with no team, no dreams
Remember good times? JJ and Michael?
And all the lil' thangs they went through despite
Nobody in the projects gave a fuck
Ain't no good, it's all badluck, shucks, shoppin' poppin'
Back up on all the scene, from the George Down, PJ's, Cali or projects
And the Cabrini Greens, my niggas get wild on they ass
We like to pow-pow on they ass
Here's a toast to the coast, so take a blast
From the projects to the upper deck, upper class
A long way from where I come from
I know where I'm at, nigga, I can't forget where I came from
[Chorus]
[Repeat to fade]
Life in the projects
[Adlibs]
Yeah
I know all them real niggas out there that's livin' they life in the projects
That's going through that bullshit, y'know
I know how y'all niggas feel
Nigga, Doggy Dogg for ya pain
It's like I'm livin' in the motherfuckin' projects, too
Y'know what I'm sayin'?
They want y'all to throw me out my state
So, fuck
I might as well move back in the projects
That's where my real niggas at any motherfuckin' way
I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine
Life in the projects
Nigga, better get yours cuz I'ma get mine
Life in the projects, feel me?
You better get yours cuz I'ma get mine
Life in the projects, yeah
You better get yours cuz I'ma get mine
Life in the projects, yeah
We out, we out
Murder Was the Case (Remix) lyrics - Snoop Dogg
[helicopter flying overhead]
This is Angela Sanders coming to you live
from the scene of yet another murder mystery
It seems that entertainer Snoop Doggy Dogg has been murdered
We have no information at this time
[journalist speaks in spanish (I won't be insulting and try to transcribe it)]
[lightning cracks]
[helicopter passes by again]
As I look up, at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin, and they breakin, tryin to save the Dogg
Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin
I stop breathin, damn I see deamons
Dear God, I wonder can ya save me
I can't die my Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
"Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better"
And how long will I live?
"Eternal life and forever"
And will I be, the G that I was?
"I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes my son"
My eyes are closed
Murder... "murder was the case that they gave me" [repeat 4X]
I'm fresh up out my coma
I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner
It's gonna take a miracle they say
For me to walk again and talk again but anyway
I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet
And everything that nigga said, came to reality
Livin like a baller loc
I'm havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a Benz, my Boo-Boo a Jag
And now I'm rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad
"Just remember who changed your mind
Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass is mine"
Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
Never have a want, never have a need
They say I'm greedy but I still want mo'
Cause my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord, my soul to keep
If I should die, before I wake
I pray the lord, my soul to take
Murder was the case that they gave me
"Murder was the case that they gave me" [repeat 2X]
No more indo, gin and juice
I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
Twenty-five with a izz-L, with nowhere to gizzo, I know
them niggaz from the other side recognize my face
Cause it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C
Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
Niggaz stare as I enter the center
They send me to a level three yard, that's where I stay
Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor
Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off
Cause you can't tell what's next
My little homey Baby Boo he took a pencil in his neck
And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two
I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo
Murder... "murder was the case that they gave me" [repeat 4X]
Switch!
This is Angela Sanders coming to you live
from the scene of yet another murder mystery
It seems that entertainer Snoop Doggy Dogg has been murdered
We have no information at this time
[journalist speaks in spanish (I won't be insulting and try to transcribe it)]
[lightning cracks]
[helicopter passes by again]
As I look up, at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin, and they breakin, tryin to save the Dogg
Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin
I stop breathin, damn I see deamons
Dear God, I wonder can ya save me
I can't die my Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
"Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better"
And how long will I live?
"Eternal life and forever"
And will I be, the G that I was?
"I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes my son"
My eyes are closed
Murder... "murder was the case that they gave me" [repeat 4X]
I'm fresh up out my coma
I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner
It's gonna take a miracle they say
For me to walk again and talk again but anyway
I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet
And everything that nigga said, came to reality
Livin like a baller loc
I'm havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a Benz, my Boo-Boo a Jag
And now I'm rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad
"Just remember who changed your mind
Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass is mine"
Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
Never have a want, never have a need
They say I'm greedy but I still want mo'
Cause my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord, my soul to keep
If I should die, before I wake
I pray the lord, my soul to take
Murder was the case that they gave me
"Murder was the case that they gave me" [repeat 2X]
No more indo, gin and juice
I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
Twenty-five with a izz-L, with nowhere to gizzo, I know
them niggaz from the other side recognize my face
Cause it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C
Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
Niggaz stare as I enter the center
They send me to a level three yard, that's where I stay
Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor
Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off
Cause you can't tell what's next
My little homey Baby Boo he took a pencil in his neck
And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two
I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo
Murder... "murder was the case that they gave me" [repeat 4X]
Switch!
New Year's Eve lyrics - Snoop Dogg
[Chorus]
We're having a good day
Let's make it a great night
You know I see you
And .. so tight
My special lady
You're one of a kind
And every time I see you shine
It's like the lights of midnight
On New Year's Eve
And I do believe
On New Year's Eve
We can make it
We can live forever
11:59 and not a second later
She's stayin' in the mix like a crossfader
It's about to go down
No elevator
Live for the moment
Love in the air
She got me feeling like
I don't wanna be your player
Real talk
So I don't wanna be unfair
Now watch the apple drop
And celebrate the year
I see you shinin' away
From over there
And all the other girls
No, they don't compare
I whisper something bond to you
.. in your ear
I infiltrate your mind
And then I penetrate her
I get it crackin' baby
Call me the .. lady
[Chorus]
We're having a good day
Let's make it a great night
You know I see you
And .. so tight
My special lady
You're one of a kind
And every time I see you shine
It's like the lights of midnight
On New Year's Eve
And I do believe
On New Year's Eve
We can make it
We can live forever
Grab a glass
Make a toast to the good life
Recorded line, so what?
It will pass the time
Leather seats in the back of a Phantom ride
You stay on my mind so I had to make you mine
Master .. for a master mind
My special lady
Only one of a kind
I never seen it comin'
I guess love is blind
New Year … come to life
I must say girl
You're looking right
Your hair, nails, dress
Fitting tight
I think I just might
Says here's the one I like
See we can look forever girl
Let's be .. tonight
[Chorus]
We're having a good day
Let's make it a great night
You know I see you
And .. so tight
My special lady
You're one of a kind
And every time I see you shine
It's like the lights of midnight
On New Year's Eve
And I do believe
On New Year's Eve
We can make it
We can live forever
We're having a good day
Let's make it a great night
You know I see you
And .. so tight
My special lady
You're one of a kind
And every time I see you shine
It's like the lights of midnight
On New Year's Eve
And I do believe
On New Year's Eve
We can make it
We can live forever
11:59 and not a second later
She's stayin' in the mix like a crossfader
It's about to go down
No elevator
Live for the moment
Love in the air
She got me feeling like
I don't wanna be your player
Real talk
So I don't wanna be unfair
Now watch the apple drop
And celebrate the year
I see you shinin' away
From over there
And all the other girls
No, they don't compare
I whisper something bond to you
.. in your ear
I infiltrate your mind
And then I penetrate her
I get it crackin' baby
Call me the .. lady
[Chorus]
We're having a good day
Let's make it a great night
You know I see you
And .. so tight
My special lady
You're one of a kind
And every time I see you shine
It's like the lights of midnight
On New Year's Eve
And I do believe
On New Year's Eve
We can make it
We can live forever
Grab a glass
Make a toast to the good life
Recorded line, so what?
It will pass the time
Leather seats in the back of a Phantom ride
You stay on my mind so I had to make you mine
Master .. for a master mind
My special lady
Only one of a kind
I never seen it comin'
I guess love is blind
New Year … come to life
I must say girl
You're looking right
Your hair, nails, dress
Fitting tight
I think I just might
Says here's the one I like
See we can look forever girl
Let's be .. tonight
[Chorus]
We're having a good day
Let's make it a great night
You know I see you
And .. so tight
My special lady
You're one of a kind
And every time I see you shine
It's like the lights of midnight
On New Year's Eve
And I do believe
On New Year's Eve
We can make it
We can live forever
Sensual Seduction lyrics - Snoop Dogg
I'm gonna take my time mmime!
She gonna get hers before I...
I'm gonna take it slow..ow..oo..ow,
I'm not gonna rush to stroll, so she can get a...
Sensual seduction-duction so she can get a..
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa!
So she can get a sensual seduction-duction duction
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa!
She might be with him, but shes thinking bout me, me, meee,
We gonna go to the mall, we gonna go out to eat, eat, eat,
And all that we ever do is play in the sheets,
Smoke us a cigarette, and go back to sleep, sleep, sleep, so we can get a!
[Chorus]
Sensual seduction-duction
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa! ooh whoa!
Sensual seduction-duction duction
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa!
I'm gonna take my time mmime!
She gonna get hers before I...
I'm gonna take it slow..ow..oo..ow,
I'm not gonna rush to stroll,
If ya don't know right know, doggy-dog is a freak,freak,freak!
I keep a bandage with me seven days of the week, week, week!
And all that we ever do is play in the sheets,
Smoke us a cigarette, and go back to sleep, sleep, sleep, so we can get a!
[Chorus]
Sensual seduction-duction
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa! ooh whoa!
Sensual seduction-duction duction
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa!
I was all in the club sipping some jin smoking on a benadrome when I
Peeped this little hoe out, I was all in a bum and drifter, shorty then
Came, then she hit the floor know, with a see through dress long hair
Light broen eyes looking like ms. O.P, and a nigga know if I take her
Home with them wide ass hips and you damn right I'm gonna be, so
Hot-uh!
Goes the chick with the real pretty face, big ass booty and ity-bity
Waist I whispered in her ear little mama what you drink? I know you a
Freak, but you know I ain't gonna say shit, see my game is
Outrageous, I got it tippin crippin exchange and fuck faces, but it
Ain't no use to rush the bus
Cause I wouldn't want to have her to rush!
[Chorus]
Sensual seduction-duction
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa! ooh whoa!
Sensual seduction-duction duction
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa
She gonna get hers before I...
I'm gonna take it slow..ow..oo..ow,
I'm not gonna rush to stroll, so she can get a...
Sensual seduction-duction so she can get a..
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa!
So she can get a sensual seduction-duction duction
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa!
She might be with him, but shes thinking bout me, me, meee,
We gonna go to the mall, we gonna go out to eat, eat, eat,
And all that we ever do is play in the sheets,
Smoke us a cigarette, and go back to sleep, sleep, sleep, so we can get a!
[Chorus]
Sensual seduction-duction
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa! ooh whoa!
Sensual seduction-duction duction
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa!
I'm gonna take my time mmime!
She gonna get hers before I...
I'm gonna take it slow..ow..oo..ow,
I'm not gonna rush to stroll,
If ya don't know right know, doggy-dog is a freak,freak,freak!
I keep a bandage with me seven days of the week, week, week!
And all that we ever do is play in the sheets,
Smoke us a cigarette, and go back to sleep, sleep, sleep, so we can get a!
[Chorus]
Sensual seduction-duction
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa! ooh whoa!
Sensual seduction-duction duction
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa!
I was all in the club sipping some jin smoking on a benadrome when I
Peeped this little hoe out, I was all in a bum and drifter, shorty then
Came, then she hit the floor know, with a see through dress long hair
Light broen eyes looking like ms. O.P, and a nigga know if I take her
Home with them wide ass hips and you damn right I'm gonna be, so
Hot-uh!
Goes the chick with the real pretty face, big ass booty and ity-bity
Waist I whispered in her ear little mama what you drink? I know you a
Freak, but you know I ain't gonna say shit, see my game is
Outrageous, I got it tippin crippin exchange and fuck faces, but it
Ain't no use to rush the bus
Cause I wouldn't want to have her to rush!
[Chorus]
Sensual seduction-duction
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa! ooh whoa!
Sensual seduction-duction duction
Sensual seduction-duction ooh whoa
The Cure lyrics - Snoop Dogg
Big Snoop Dogg
Occupation real
Conversation skill show you how to make a mill'
Pimpin' cath me on tour
I headline the bill with beatufil bitches,
I done been to brazil
Nigga, aks fo' real, my pockets is filled
Big money I'm the boss of my gangsta feel
They say they got the cure, I ain't takin the pill
I'm a stillkeep the gangsta after fifteen years
Ya digg
Cant give it up gettin money the way that I live
The king of the west coast I'm runnin this shit
Big snoop dogg nigga you know what it is
The forty calli screw yo face like you fuckin with this
No cure for the cash nigga my pockets big
Kush weed is the best, so why would I quit
High flyin in the ??
I drop em down pick em up yes I am the pimp
What you thought, doggystyle all up in yo bitch
If theres a cure for getttin money theres the opposite
Never give it up, man I love this shit
Blunt after blunt, hit after hit
Six fo low ridin with the candy kidden
If theres a cure fo beein gangsta I dont want this shit.
A mother fo the sunrise sposed to hit the block
Lil bad mothafucka pull the pockets pull the rocks
Learned to throw them thangs
Let me tell you why they call me snoop doggy dogg
I got a lot of bitches plus this nigga stay sharp
Now follow me, as I creep through the fog
Is secure for this shit you better keep It out of dodge
Before I put you in some shit
You really got to swap, then call the hustle boys,
To get you mothafuckas robbed
Is five in the mornin'
I climb in my zone, I'm from the LBC,
Where the climate is cold
And I know you player hatas got your eyes on my dope,
Cause I spit that real shit,
In your ear you can ??
Spend summers on the beach
Hidden gears on the boat
Fifty G's all in twennys keep the duffel bag closed
What you call heat
Eat a nigga'ho
Fo you chain snatchion niggas tryna size up my gold
Its the problem, I dont need no antidote
No cure nigga, I let the wound heal slow
I gotta keep it gangsta makin moves on the road
Tour bus full of weed smoke, bitches n' hoes
I've been doin this fo years
Nigga thats how it goes
Is the big boss dogg I'm the truth untold
West coast camping no mean to brag the boss
The benz or the porche, I done have them both
Lil snoop count my money cut my fingers its mo
Its the celebration, grab yo glass n' toast
West Coast!
Occupation real
Conversation skill show you how to make a mill'
Pimpin' cath me on tour
I headline the bill with beatufil bitches,
I done been to brazil
Nigga, aks fo' real, my pockets is filled
Big money I'm the boss of my gangsta feel
They say they got the cure, I ain't takin the pill
I'm a stillkeep the gangsta after fifteen years
Ya digg
Cant give it up gettin money the way that I live
The king of the west coast I'm runnin this shit
Big snoop dogg nigga you know what it is
The forty calli screw yo face like you fuckin with this
No cure for the cash nigga my pockets big
Kush weed is the best, so why would I quit
High flyin in the ??
I drop em down pick em up yes I am the pimp
What you thought, doggystyle all up in yo bitch
If theres a cure for getttin money theres the opposite
Never give it up, man I love this shit
Blunt after blunt, hit after hit
Six fo low ridin with the candy kidden
If theres a cure fo beein gangsta I dont want this shit.
A mother fo the sunrise sposed to hit the block
Lil bad mothafucka pull the pockets pull the rocks
Learned to throw them thangs
Let me tell you why they call me snoop doggy dogg
I got a lot of bitches plus this nigga stay sharp
Now follow me, as I creep through the fog
Is secure for this shit you better keep It out of dodge
Before I put you in some shit
You really got to swap, then call the hustle boys,
To get you mothafuckas robbed
Is five in the mornin'
I climb in my zone, I'm from the LBC,
Where the climate is cold
And I know you player hatas got your eyes on my dope,
Cause I spit that real shit,
In your ear you can ??
Spend summers on the beach
Hidden gears on the boat
Fifty G's all in twennys keep the duffel bag closed
What you call heat
Eat a nigga'ho
Fo you chain snatchion niggas tryna size up my gold
Its the problem, I dont need no antidote
No cure nigga, I let the wound heal slow
I gotta keep it gangsta makin moves on the road
Tour bus full of weed smoke, bitches n' hoes
I've been doin this fo years
Nigga thats how it goes
Is the big boss dogg I'm the truth untold
West coast camping no mean to brag the boss
The benz or the porche, I done have them both
Lil snoop count my money cut my fingers its mo
Its the celebration, grab yo glass n' toast
West Coast!
Too High (Poly High) lyrics - Snoop Dogg (feat. Daz Dillinger, The Twinz, Big Pimpin' Delemond)
[Intro: Big Pimpin]
Just another day in the motherfucking neighbourhood
A pimp's waking up and he's feeling good
Versace to the flow
He didn't even mess with the taylor made shit today y'all
Smelling good with his reptiles on for sure
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I'm waking up in the morning, man I'm mourning; what's wrong?
My Nigga Corleone gone in my Zoning, but I'm boning, out to school
Cause I can't be late, cause they'll lock the gate
And it's damn near eight, that's when the bell ring
I'm a slide on in, and come right on in
And once I bail through the hallways, giving it up
Funky fresh stars and khakis, cool living it up
What up? - the same shit trying get paid and stay strong
Lunchtime, I make my way to get my grub on
Ten minutes to one, feeling good like I should for sure
Fourth period; walk through the door
I'm wreaking and smelling like endo
But still the day moves on to 2:44; one minute left to class
By Warren G, the Twins and Daz
Nate Dogg finna scoop us up in a blue drop top Brouham
I hear some bitches from Wilson wanna tag.. along
And get up, for the get-down
Word got around about the niggaz from the Piddound
We keep the whores on point, to join on lit
And keep heat discreet, until the shit jump off
Well we're all from the side, so we won't ask why
So you best get high!
[Chorus: X2]
Too high, so fly, like Snoop is poly high
[Verse 2: Wayniac]
See I... took advantage cause I live right next door
to the funkhouse, dunkhouse with the whole show
Niggaz know how we go; from first 'til four we don't show
Lunch and then the last whore
It's getting dealt with some melt shit I guess
We smoke the Stress, cause my quest wasn't chronic yet
Little niggaz growing up with my dogs
Cause we pack the hogs, exercise for my balls
[Verse 3: Trip Locc]
Stacked bigger than I thought it would be
Me and the family, working on TV, get paid and fuck their enemy
Moving on up, like the Jeffersons but quicker
All we think about is finding ways to get richer
Hit you like some dodo, got you're begging for more
It's a trip, I'm serving on the solo
Low blow, I had you feeling me
I got some C-O-N-V-O for your community
[Verse 4: Daz Dillinger]
I'm still in a fast lane state of mind
Time is impossible, for me to try to find
I'm out of school on the line
Hustling here and there, never show no fear
Hosted it up on a watch, I posted it up with a glock
PCH in atlantic, is what you see just don't panic
It's me, Snoop rocks and when my homies get static
Got a pistol that blasts like a cannon
Look out for when we form at the wall, nigga where you standing?
Raise up, realize, street lights magnify
Life is giving; don't let it pass you by
I'm here and there with the bud, conversating with the drink
Shocked in my own zone, got time to think
Cause what would I be, if I wasn't who I am
Maybe dead or in jail, maybe time'll never tell
Approach me wrong and you will get chin checked
To disrespect my clique, and you will get dealt with
Uhh.. plain and simple, nevertheless with the best shit available
Test me now, let me see how brave you are
I'm scott free, so it's on like it used to be
D-O-G-G P-O-U-N-D G-C, for life, two times 'til I die
Oh why, Oh why, life is a challenge when you die?
What's the peak for me, is the cash and the strap
Since the 2-1-3 days been like that
[Chorus: X2]
[Outro: Big Pimpin]
Feeling very playish, ha.. I mean very plash
And the bitches saying: why shouldn't he?
Yeah he should; doing what he does and he does it good
He goes to work, yeah, he does it good
On pavement or dirt, checking the skirt
The story of a Pimp's Life, yeah baby
You gotta have the stomach for this shit, Hoo weeee
To fuck with this, the story of a Pimp's Life
Ohh yes baby, honey suckle to a berry
Got to check; the traps, got to check the dollars
Got a doctorate from the street called: Peace Mack of Diamond Net
A scholar with my niggaz from the underground [Echoes]
Just another day in the motherfucking neighbourhood
A pimp's waking up and he's feeling good
Versace to the flow
He didn't even mess with the taylor made shit today y'all
Smelling good with his reptiles on for sure
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I'm waking up in the morning, man I'm mourning; what's wrong?
My Nigga Corleone gone in my Zoning, but I'm boning, out to school
Cause I can't be late, cause they'll lock the gate
And it's damn near eight, that's when the bell ring
I'm a slide on in, and come right on in
And once I bail through the hallways, giving it up
Funky fresh stars and khakis, cool living it up
What up? - the same shit trying get paid and stay strong
Lunchtime, I make my way to get my grub on
Ten minutes to one, feeling good like I should for sure
Fourth period; walk through the door
I'm wreaking and smelling like endo
But still the day moves on to 2:44; one minute left to class
By Warren G, the Twins and Daz
Nate Dogg finna scoop us up in a blue drop top Brouham
I hear some bitches from Wilson wanna tag.. along
And get up, for the get-down
Word got around about the niggaz from the Piddound
We keep the whores on point, to join on lit
And keep heat discreet, until the shit jump off
Well we're all from the side, so we won't ask why
So you best get high!
[Chorus: X2]
Too high, so fly, like Snoop is poly high
[Verse 2: Wayniac]
See I... took advantage cause I live right next door
to the funkhouse, dunkhouse with the whole show
Niggaz know how we go; from first 'til four we don't show
Lunch and then the last whore
It's getting dealt with some melt shit I guess
We smoke the Stress, cause my quest wasn't chronic yet
Little niggaz growing up with my dogs
Cause we pack the hogs, exercise for my balls
[Verse 3: Trip Locc]
Stacked bigger than I thought it would be
Me and the family, working on TV, get paid and fuck their enemy
Moving on up, like the Jeffersons but quicker
All we think about is finding ways to get richer
Hit you like some dodo, got you're begging for more
It's a trip, I'm serving on the solo
Low blow, I had you feeling me
I got some C-O-N-V-O for your community
[Verse 4: Daz Dillinger]
I'm still in a fast lane state of mind
Time is impossible, for me to try to find
I'm out of school on the line
Hustling here and there, never show no fear
Hosted it up on a watch, I posted it up with a glock
PCH in atlantic, is what you see just don't panic
It's me, Snoop rocks and when my homies get static
Got a pistol that blasts like a cannon
Look out for when we form at the wall, nigga where you standing?
Raise up, realize, street lights magnify
Life is giving; don't let it pass you by
I'm here and there with the bud, conversating with the drink
Shocked in my own zone, got time to think
Cause what would I be, if I wasn't who I am
Maybe dead or in jail, maybe time'll never tell
Approach me wrong and you will get chin checked
To disrespect my clique, and you will get dealt with
Uhh.. plain and simple, nevertheless with the best shit available
Test me now, let me see how brave you are
I'm scott free, so it's on like it used to be
D-O-G-G P-O-U-N-D G-C, for life, two times 'til I die
Oh why, Oh why, life is a challenge when you die?
What's the peak for me, is the cash and the strap
Since the 2-1-3 days been like that
[Chorus: X2]
[Outro: Big Pimpin]
Feeling very playish, ha.. I mean very plash
And the bitches saying: why shouldn't he?
Yeah he should; doing what he does and he does it good
He goes to work, yeah, he does it good
On pavement or dirt, checking the skirt
The story of a Pimp's Life, yeah baby
You gotta have the stomach for this shit, Hoo weeee
To fuck with this, the story of a Pimp's Life
Ohh yes baby, honey suckle to a berry
Got to check; the traps, got to check the dollars
Got a doctorate from the street called: Peace Mack of Diamond Net
A scholar with my niggaz from the underground [Echoes]
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