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1. _ Woof!
[Snoop Talking] Hell yeah That was a mothafuckin' trip The way y'all niggaz had the whole world sayin' UH!!!, na, na, na, na This here the Doggfather, rappin' on this shit here Check this out Chorus: Let me here ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (come on, everybody say) Everybody, let me hear ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay [Fiend] I run with convicted felons Scream, yellin' Bitch I'ma soldier! Stick in my chrome reciever, and I fins to get it on Influenced by the dolja Blastin' at the rollers Callin' couple of soldiers Fuckin' up with this song bitch Your mom shoulda told ya I ain't nothin' nice Snoop brought the boss I got the spark, lets go on a body high Put it on my life, and my favorite weed pipe Soldiers greed, with ice Watch me budda up in the night Carefull to forever, the one that ?? shot him Bringin' the drama like a punk, but your fucking somebody Whut Lodi Dodi, send a duce up in dey coupe But after a hard eight Snoop and his soldiers gonna make ya say Chorus: Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (Jeah, nigga, I can make ya say) Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (yeah, tank doggs, let me hear ya say) Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (all my real rap niggaz say) Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (yeah, Mystikal, where you at?) [Mystikal] Nigga, all I really wanna do is Get down, on the get down! That mothafucker better sit down We up in this bitch now Got the take to make the hap We gon' make our money right Tired of livin' the stress life Pressure, fuck price Yikes! Know what I like Keep it hype! Betcha I right Put pounds of ice on ya, like white on rice Vise grips on mics Turnin' to fights Burnin' up the limelight Fire! And you ain't gotta strain your eyes to find us Throwin' bad days behind us Ahh damn up in the headlights Bout to let it shine Find your ass in there tip-toeing Your ass is mine We got you waitin' for us on the radio So our albums can drop Snoop, Fiend, me, Beats By The Pound, you know that's gon' pop Jump in the game in the walkway With enough money to fuck with Till ya hear that last fuckin' woof We ain't done yet Chorus Let me here ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (yeah, uh-huh, all my niggaz say) Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (na, na, na, na, na, na) Woof! mothafucker, Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (na, na, na, na, na, na) Let me hear ya say Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay [Snoop] I come faster than a speedin' bullet Or I can take my time and move it slow Wake up outta my seat and hit this mic and blow like some indo You can call me what you want Just don't call me no punk My name is Snoop D-O-double-G And I'm the godfather of G-Funk I'll put this shit down, like clown, Dogg Pound is my set Nigga set outta line, I shoot them in they mothafuckin' spine And break they necks (nigga, nigga) As I go down, you gon' realize that See when you run up in my face you able to get smacked, jacked, just like that I'ma fool, break the rules, damn, way too cool They call me Snoop D-O-double-G (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) Cause I'ma fuckin' fool, I can get silly But I'd rather sit back, relax, new jacks, get smacked, cause I'm tryin' to blaze up a sack (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) To my nigga Mystikal, Fiend, and my big homie Master P Cause thats just the way this shit gon' be Baby, N-O-L-I-M-I-T (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) We gon' make y'all say Woof Until you mothafuckers demand That nigga named Snoop Chorus I can make 'em say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (laughing) I can make 'em say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay Let me here ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay Let me hear ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (everybody in the house) Say Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (up top, come on) Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (down low) Yeah, yeah, and who side (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay *repeated till end* And not only that And not only that This No Limit baby Ya heard me? Yeah And not only that Shit get crazy in this mothafcuker Ya heard me? Uh! more free lyrics |
2. _ Slow Down
Slow down cause I can't take the heat, slow down (Slow down baby, slow down baby) It's wicked in these streets Slow down, cause I can't take the heat, slow down (Ohhhhhhhhh, slow down) It's wicked in these streets Snoop: Life ain't nothing but a big old twist A lot of times when I'm smoking I'm doing that just to reminisce It's funny, on how shit be A lot of money, make y'all wanna come get me But look here, I work hard for all the things I got And to hang with a nigga's just an intricate plot You smoke my weed, you try to bang my hoes And talk bad about a nigga, behind closed doors But look here dog, a hoe once told me loc Bite the hand that feeds you, and you'll wind up broke Bitch niggas don't deserve to kick it with rich niggas Nigga we seven figure niggas And we bigger than the biggest hip hop niggas in rap And when we get to spittin' make sure y'all step back You with that? Cause if you ain't clown, We from the D-O double G, we groupie true, and slow down Slow down (slow down now) cause I can't take the heat, slow down (I can't take the heat, I can't take the heat) It's wicked in these streets Slow down, cause I can't take the heat, slow down (Ohhhhhhhhhh, slow down) It's wicked in these streets Mia X: Ayyo Snoop (I used to) I used to cook up dope, ride with niggas Know about the hits, hang with killas Take the broads down for the jailhouse visits Keep my bed warm with a cutthroat nigga Have the card parties where the stakes was high Go shopping hit the club and then ???????????? Never had a day without no drama Half the OG's age, but they call me Mama Had the ganja overstuffed in the hefty bag Orange peels to kill the smell slanging with my dad I never thought about my life I swear y'all, for real Until my best friend Jill got killed and then I Dropped to my knees and called to the Lord Please change my ways cause I'm living too hard And too foul, how I'm gon' raise a child When I'm out here buck wild, damn, I had to slow down Slow down (slow down), cause I can't take the heat, slow down (Slow down baby) It's wicked in these streets (Slow down baby) Slow down, cause I can't take the heat, slow down (Slow down, slow down) It's wicked in these streets Mia X: Yeah, I slow my roll down to a pimp strut And started putting all this game on records for my come up From sun up to sun down, I'm trying to get my money Hata's ain't gon' stop me cause hatas can't run me It's funny when a bitch was livin' foul Every body seemed glad, but now they ????? Cause I'm flossing, boss ballin' guilt free And Feds can't take shit from me, so slow down Snoop: I got niggas shot niggas drop niggas for fun I ????? from these shoulders, I don't need no gun But it's the nineties, and niggas don't bump by the end of the round The clown bound to dump, young chump You don't wanna get caught up in my mix Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers, bitch We don't neva eva, talk no shit Unless we mack that shit up, nigga you get lit Slow your roll tuck your heat and watch the hatas Slow down (slow down), cause I can't take the heat, slow down (I can't take the heat) It's wicked in these streets (It's wicked in the street) Slow down, (I can't take the heat no more) cause I can't take the heat Slow down (I can't take it) it's wicked in these streets Slow down (slow down) cause I can't take the heat (Slow down) Slow down Slow your roll tuck your heat and watch the hatas Slow down slow down Slow your roll tuck your heat and watch the hatas more free lyrics |
3. _ 20 Dollars to my Name
Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars shit Check this out Snoop Dogg Nigga 20 dollars to my name Deep in this dice game I dust off my knees I fucked off two g's Nothing left to do, but buy some shells for my glock Why? so I can rob every known dope spot I'm having hard times, grit, and grind Shit I'm tyring to get mine Ain't nothing to lose plus I'm living on the frontline It's a cold twist the way that shit goes Gotta keep your hands on some motherfuckin' fetty yo And keep a down bitch for when your money run out And get you gun out And shoot'em up till they come out I'm blowing in the wind It feels good my friend Silkk brought the Gin & Juice and my nigga chipped in I'm amongst killers with a dub in my pocket loc A drug dealer at the same time i love to smoke But if I wasn't in this rap game Would a nigga Snoop Dogg have 20 dollars to his name Choruos Fiend Now 20 dollars to my name in this game of drugs And the only thing we now is gan bangers and thugs If my yale don't sell how shall we proceed Because we can't slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed repeat Fiend I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with what? With this automatic rocket Gotta have it to pop it,unlock it, and take me up a hostage Let'em now this itch of my finger is worser than jock itch Extended glock clips allow me to cop chips Erasing cops tips and sisters that pop lip, stop this Cold blooded killing for ??? this Soda couldn't rock this chop a shelf when i drop this My ??? can't chop this The hunger that I hold Setting here wondering should I take it from his soul See this here with a hole Allowed that silencer to blow And took motherfuckin' lives for less than twenty before Soulja Slim Now with this last 20 dollars I might buy me some douja Because that weed from Magnolia still have a nigga sober I seen my nigga nigga from way way back Me and him used to jack and rock a rental cadillac He sees my nick, he sees my grill, he says I'm flossin He sees my wrist, he says damn nigga you flossin And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the same time So if you thinking about with me it'll be your death in ??? And why put your life in danger over 20 dollars, that's all I got And my weed habit is so close to smoking powder it ain't worth being shot Chorus Silkk the Shocker Now look, I'm fresh up out of jail it feels goo to be on the outside I had 120 dollars, but i spent a 100 on my ride Now the only thing I got left is 20 dollars to my name Nigga want front me some motherfuckin' caine I told him weed charge it 2 the game Nigga now now I gotta be on some murder one shit Some slum shit Some out the projects dumb shit some weed and blunt shit Some I don't give a fuck shit, where it from shit Some penitentiary solitary confinement never see no motherfuckin' sun shit Now I got 20 dollars to my motherfuckin' name, and I gotta get more So I tell nigga hit the floor I'm about to pull a motherfuckin' kick door Now whether it's rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun totting Y'all call me down??? do get scared I ain't flipped till my guns smoking It be a hustle just to eat And it be hard on these streets Gotta get my hustle on Got 20 dollars y'all now that shit don't last long picture this more free lyrics |
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4. _ D.O.G.
[Snoop Talking]
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5. _ DP Gangsta
[Eddie Talking]
This is a service public announcement going out to all the paper haters
Now sure sure sure your broke sure sure sure your having problems
Food stamps didn
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6. _ Don't Let Go
Uh. Yea. (Don't Let Go) Life, life (Don't Let Go) I'm the coldest of the coldest, the dopest of the dopest The smoothest of the smoothest and locest of the locest The whole world on point for this new joint that I just put together So kindly, and you can find on the coast with the most lambs High post, plain coast with a bunch thug niggas, drug dealers Project fools, C-Murder past dem tools Shit I'm bout to make these motherfuckers get up I draw the line between yours and mine And make sure you dont get lit up Hit ha on the motha fickin set when dip Dogg pound mutha Fuckin gangsta crew Split wigs for a livin everydays thanksgiving Mutha fuck yall rides, we slides we dippin Nigga the tanks, driven by the colonel Mr. Master P Lil Silkky, Mystikal, C and me and Fiend Nigga dont be trippin, you got my lil homie in the cut That Soulja Slim nigga , he known for dippin Wassup (Don't let go) If you love ta bang bang And the rap game is just like the dope game The minute you forget it, forget it you finished Them niggas know when you aint with it Thats when they get ignent (Don't let go) Like a twista, like a twista, get twisted with this It seems its on, but its off, I keep missin this shit I'm high but I try to stay focused wide eye Lookin dead at the chips, I blink, they dip (Don't let go) Like a twista like a twista get twisted with this It seems its on but its off I keep missing this shit I'm high but I try to stay focused wide eye Lookin dead at the chips, I blink, they dip (Don't Let Go) It's worth to hang on for life for life (Don't let go) Its worth the hang on (Don't Let Go) Yea What What (Life life) Check this out I'm the hardest of the hardest The realest of the realest But see I dont fuck nothin but G's ballers and killers So pardon my expression G If yo bitch is seen wit one of my niggas in the clik You best believe she done ate a gangsta dick And you cant fault my niggas for dat We just a bunch of thug niggas, ex drug dealers The kind of gangsta ass niggas that your bitch love niggas Don't so that to urself cuz I'm a tell you right now they plug niggas They slug niggas Now if yo bitch way out of line Because when I steppin to Doggy Dogg you better take your time Cause out on a limb fuckin with Slim And you dont even know that cuz aint nobody told you that We need you to show em dat (Don't let go) Cuz I'm a pistol strappin car jackin hoe slappin MC I dont know why all yall bitches is fuckin with me Fuck all my enemies, and chasin cheese with cheese Circuit tapes with cd's by the 3's in keys Biggie was too large and Tupac was too real Niggas had homies with heat on the street and he got killed How the fuck did that happen I thought yall niggas was rappin Shit but in this real world shit, murder thnags keep crackin Besides drive bys and kiddnapping Shit when u head up out the door foget the four four Never leave home with out it Now why dog, niggas everywhere gettin rowdy and bout it And don't doubt it, real violence aside and dont forget it Its like I said When you ain't with it niggas get ignent (Don't let go) Like a twista, like a twista, get twisted with dis It seems its on but its off I keep missing this shit I'm high but I try to stay focused wide eye Lookin dead at the chips, I blink, they dip (Don't let go) Its hard to hang on I try I try Life life (Don't Let Go) Yea (Don't Let Go) more free lyrics |
7. _ Payin' For Pussy
The stock market has always been 100% when it comes to pussy The worlds oldest profession Yah it's still alive No matter what the consequences A trick 'gun still buy it No matter how sick they make it A hard stick gunna still wanna play it Marching up, every day and every night To the drummers beat Titled the oldest profession, and it never fell back Not even in the recession No Christmas toys for the kids Yah daddy fucked it up He said he was drunk playing poker with the boys Yah niggas pay for pussy Remember that Easter Sunday It was so damn sunny We didn't get no Easter clothes, candy, or Easter bunny Yah, daddy fucked it up Rollin' dice with the boys Yah niggas pay for pussy Whether it's at the tity bar Or outta the car Yah niggas pay for pussy OHH yah, Some niggas pay for pussy, oh yah Some niggas pay for pussy, oh yah Some niggas pay for pussy, oh yah Dem niggas pay for pussy, oh yah Niggas pay for pussy, oh yah more free lyrics |
8. _ Tru Tank Dogs
Mystikal talking We been holding back to motherfukin long Nigga fuck the dumb shit It's time to represent nigga It's time to represent nigga It's time to let you niggas now man Mystikal I'm the conscious in the toolbox that's coming for the carpenter I'm the mirror and the comb clipping the scissors that come from the barber ??? the godfather I'm one of the brand new number 2 pencils out the pencil sharpener I'm the scarlet water out the delta faucet I'm the rhyming I'm the artist I'm vomit in the toilet I'm the comet when it charges I'm the drama in New Orleans I'm the vegetables that grow in the garden All the weeds, dope,and coke at the parties I'm the M.I.C.H.A.E.L Tyler I'm the loud blackka, blackka, wakka, wakka coming rom behind yah I'm the stitches of the shirt that make the polo man trill inside the Timberland I'm the bells on trigger man Who? me that's who I'm the voice in the microphone coming from the booth I'm the ground when you think I'm the file on the shank I'm the pile in the bank I'm the round off the tank Chorus Mystikal and Snoop I'm that nigga Mystikal And I'm the Dogg That's that nigga I like to hustle and ball We them niggas Yeah tru tank dogs They them niggas You don't want to fuck wit at all repeat 1X Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga If you sleeping I'm sneaking buckle up nigga Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga If you sleeping I'm trippin buckle up nigga Snoop Dogg I'm in a club in New Orleans Just got finished eating a patch of chicken wings and some collard greens I'm down south in the house straight turning it out Got bitches in my face and I can slap they mouth With all the shit that they be tweaking Nigga be speaking Game leaking, but I'm streaking Snoop Dogg ain't leaking My game tough and tight See ain't nothing like This G-shit nigga LBC shit nigga I'm feeling I'ma fall of in this club tonight Where my old lady at, I'm trying to find a fight In this motherfucker mad drunk, stupid and shit Ready to take off on this moteherfuckin' trick ass bitch Old pussy ass nigga olooking at ne strange like he don't know what gang i claim I'ma doggpound gangsta till i fall off the planet God damnit, don't take it for granted biatch Chorus repeat 2X Biatch get your ming right mind right, get your mind right repeat 4X Boot up, or shut up Pussy ass nigga Put your set up,or shut up bitch ass nigga repeat 3X Where they at ho repeat 6X more free lyrics |
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9. _ Doggz Gonna Get Ya
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10. _ What Cha Gon Do?
[Master P] Yo Snoop nigga. [Snoop Dogg] What's happenin? [Master P] I think I just seen the dog catcher around. [Snoop Dogg] Nigga what? [Master P] It go a little somethin like this here. [Snoop Dogg] Like this, woof woof. [Master P] Like this here, ya heard me? Chorus [Master P] Watcha goin do when we come for you [Master P/Snoop Dogg] If you a dog you better not run (Uhhhhh!) x2 [Snoop Dogg] See I'm tired of being broke, I like to smoke I love the west coast but I need a vacation bro I took me a ride down south I see the dog into bigger and better thing yall know what I'm talkin bout The game is to be sold, not to be told I'm a No Limit soldier and I'm off parole Nigga, let's put the pieces to the puzzle Now, every nigga that you hate would hate your cousin or your brother Nigga, let's keep it real Keep your eyes on your enemies cause some niggas kill And the bitches, they'll break ya Keep your dick in your pants nigga, cause they'll play ya Keep your dogs in the house Trill niggas from the street (woof woof) know what I'm talkin bout Never bite the hand that feeds you Cause you never know when your dog might need you Chorus x4 [Snoop Dogg] Went from halves to wholes, from wood to marble floors Fuckin with hoodrats to top notch hoes In my Rolls with the sunroof top I told you hoes that Snoop Dogg won't stop Tick tock, we got shit locked (say what) Goddamn it feel good to be sittin on top So let's toast to the gin and juice and champaigne Welcome to my world and Snoop is the name Nigga, and pass me the green sticky We only fuckin with the real nigga, you aint gotta lie to kick it Cause we aint picky if you lick it Or stick it, girl is you down with this quicky I gotta show to do in Europe and one in Japan So when you see me on stage Snoop Dogg is the name Nigga, yeah, that's real, huh Whatch yall gonna do when we come for you Chorus x4 more free lyrics |
11. _ Hustle & Ball
[Snoop Talking] Yo whats up P Yeah man these niggas think that I done fell off man Think my shit done got weak I guess Shit nigga I been hustlin' grindin' like a motherfucka I aint went nowhere knowwhatI'mean? Shit guess I got to let these niggas know who I am What I stand for and what I'm about huh You feel me check this out BITCH!! [Chorus] whats my motherfucking name Snoop Dogg What I like to do you like to hustle and ball x4 [Snoop] I get up early in the mourning and begin my mission Brush my teeth then I creeps to the kitchen Cook some bacon and eggs and put some braids in my head Stash this pound, put the shit down then I head To the spot thats hot, fuck a fed I gotta clock this knot ya heard what I said I'm taking penitentiary chances, dancin with the devil I'm in it to win it for No Limit nigga next level A whole lot of y'all niggas out there walk around dead here take this shovel Dig your own grave, your pushin on them pebbles Stand out there on that corner long enough and watch what happen Quit yappin about what you aint got and get crackin now thats what happenin Aint no body give me shit I took it Nigga stright now but I started off croocked Now look at all the shit I been through and I'm 'fen to Get what I gotta get cause I'm just stright down for this shit Now [Chorus] x4 They say money is the key to end all your woes Thats probably why I love it and cant stand them hoes I chop trees with G's and take trips over seas And pack a nine all the time and thats for all my enimies What y'all thought, I cant get cought It aint my mothfucking fault they call mister seasonig salt I'm bringing Gangsta shit to this No Limit click I'm way down south in a house and I'm bangin this shit I got gold around my neck that will never ever fade Rolex watch on my wrist nigga getting paid Thats all I live fo , you dig it Game is to be sold not to be told thats what my nigga P said can you feel it What y'all niggas knockin me fo and watching me fo While your bitch jocking me and clocking this doe Boy that sound like the old Snoop Dogg, shit I'm trying to get paid Papered up and trying to ball y'all feel me Avoiding the snitches and the and the bitches too And the fake ass snake ass niggas which is you nigga fuck you I buck you you I stick you I stuck you I love making that music that y'all niggas say y'all drugs to [Chorus] [Snoop Talking] Bow-wow Game reconize game Now you know how a gangsta gangsta You how a hustler hustle And you know how a baller balls Thats what you get when you fucking with Snoop Dogg Stright up '98 No Limit records You feel me thats real ha ha yeah Hustle & Ball Thats all we do All the real hustlers out there gone and give it up Yeah get your money money get your money Keep your heat get your money money more free lyrics |
12. _ Still A G Thang
Yeah yeah yeah I'm fin up in the corner in my lowrider dogg. Ya heard me? *Top dollar with the gold flea collar dippin' in my blue I'mpala [DPG]* *Repeats throughout intro* [Yeah it's still a G thang] It's time for all the lowriders out there yeah all the dippers you like to get ya dip on hit a switch or two, bang a corna' sittin' on threes yeah right trip... It's like 4 & to the 5 & to the 6 & to the 7 I once was told that all doggs go to Heaven Well how ya been where ya been & what it look like? My game trump tight especially when it bump like four DPG's gettin' crazy & No Limit is the label that pays me! Ridin' 'round town layin' game down like Goldie & I remember what my momma showed me told me game recognize game & stay true to what ya do & don't be ashamed I got all my game from her sometimes I have to wonder how I keep from goin' under I'm a cold muthafucka I fall to my knees & thank God before I do my thang I don't know why, I love to gangbang See life ain't nuthin' but a twist anyway bitch anyway you can say what you wanna say Just don't get in my way 'cause I'm a mean old Fiend know C know & P know see loc We make music for the thugs and the bangers and the bitches. Fuck you R&B singers She want a nigga with his khackies hangin' real low in a black rag Sixty-four hmm Rollin' down the street lookin' way clean bangin' that real shit nigga like Al Green I'm headed straight to the LB forget it that's what they tell me Sell me everythang except some bullshit and when it's time for the gunfight nigga pull quick Cause ain't nothin' butter but us and nigga you'll get wet up for fuckin' with my cheddar It's cold outside nigga grab ya sweater and that bad bitch you fuckin' with nigga she get ya set up Boy you done put all ya trust in that hoe didn't ya see what happened to the President niggaro livin' in a tight house big as the White House You fucked around & stuck ya dick in that white bitch mouth What you talkin' 'bout? Fool I'm dirty like the South and to be real I feel that's how I'm comin' out Back on the hoe stroll highway pimp patrol put ya cuffs on ya girl nigga let her off parole Man nigga way cold with his game What's his muthafuckin' name? Who me? I'm the capital S I don't fuck with stress N double O-P D-O muthafuckin double G Coldest entertainer gangbanger since Alphonz Capone Count money like Basie police try to chase me Niggas try to replace me but you can't I'm ridin' in a tank I'm blowin' hella dank So whether ridin' in ya lo-lo or smokin' on some doe doe spread the word and take the fo' door The Last Don done hooked up with the muthafuckin' King of the coast with the most here's a toast and Snoop Dogg is the representer through the niggas & G's through the LBC's and the Calio projects Brooklyn to Queens Chi-town woe now the Dogg Pound in the house everytime we touch down right next to my hometown D-town [Detroit] Eastside St. Louie [St Louie] Spokane get ya money man tic-tock Little Rock right next to Houston, Texas home of Rap-A-Lot we like to jack a lot gimme what ya got let me get that up out ya nigga I got ya somethin' for the summertime while it's hot and got the bitches posted up in the parkin' lot and guess what she want the nigga with the biggest nuts [Who dat?] A nigga who don't give a fuck Ya see niggas like me all we see is money, power moves, and a bitch a week And last but not least my nigga *B-O-Z* much love from the N.O. my nigga Feel me? and my little cousin D-A-Z forever nigga this DPGC and oh yeah Dr. D-R-E you know where I'm at nigga holla at me get at me holla at me nigga holla at a dogg that's real y'all niggas know what's happenin' It's still a [DPG] thang It's still a G thang *Top dollar with the gold flea collar dippin' in my blue I'mpala [DPG]* *Repeats 'til end with adlibs* more free lyrics |
13. _ Gin & Juice #2
Ahh-haaa Get your motherfuckin' glass, cus it's a blast from the past You didn't think would touch it two times nigga Gin and Juice up in this bitch, yahhh Some of that Beats By the Pound flavor, you feel me (you heard me) Get your ice, get your cups, Cus we about to get fucked up in here Yah (yah), Straight up, Uhmm (uhmm), Yah (yah) I'm still smokin', driftin', swifta than a mothafucka Twisted off a cup of that 'ole ignat juice Heated in the seat cup fulla drank Beatin' up the block in the dark blue tank Bullet proof vest on my chest for the cause Diggin' in my draws for dem muthafuckin' laws Harrassin' a nigga, blastin' a nigga I ain't seen shit, so why you askin' nigga To fucked up off that G-I and juice, C-I get loose, nigga what chall wanna do I got a crew, but I choose to roll solo Especially on Sundays dippin' in my low-low ??? Spot for the glock, I ain't fuckin' with the hen dogg So toss out the ??? Put my shit on three wheels for thrills I hit a corner and make sure my drink don't spill, that's real [Chorus] Rollin down the street, with heat Drankin', ???, Sittin' on D's Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies (2X) Now trip dis', I'm on Interstate 10 fuckin' with this Creole She said she knows NINO, now stop me loc Cup of that Gin and Juice, I blank a bitch out Then turn the bitch out, look here There ain't no need for you to be wastin' my time See I picked you up, now I'm gunna stick you up, And dick you up! Give you what you need, then bring you back down to reality With that California weed, she seemed trouble at first And then it got worse, cus now I got my hand up and down her mini-skirt Twerkin' that shit while riddin' up the highway Doin' it my way, hella highway, the fly way Swervin' in another lane, tryin' to maintain And baby girl steady takin' dick to the brain Now it ain't no thing, cus she swallowed it up Then she wanted to take a puff, I said "Look here bitch you've had enough" [Chorus x2] Somebody say, I wanna get fucked up (Say What, Say What) Come on, Now Everybody say, I wanna get fucked up (What Chew Say, What Chew Say) YAH I'm hopped by the ice cream shop, The cops saw me, stopped me, heard me Were's Serv-D, well serve me, since you got that big bad ass dangle Nigga you know I'm know for havin' that big ass bank Tryin' to find all your dope, cus your a smoker I'll find that indo weed even when I'm on the East Coast Cus times gettin' hard on the boulevard, but I refuse to loose ?!?!?! Lil' Jimmy's sent me something, I need to cop something Got Some (Got Some), I know you got some Nigga stop frontin', get at your boy Hook it up like Master P (Ughh) Would it be a tragedy to fill me the best weed [Chorus x2] more free lyrics |
14. _ Get Bout It & Rowdy
MP(back round): (LBC, New orleans ha ha) Yo dog, uh Snoop: Sup P? MP: (Ha ha) That's some real shit(where the hot boys at, Where the hot girls at(x6)) Ya heard me? (x2) The game is to be sold not to be told, ha ha Now this No Limit shit, No Limit nigga Everbody wanna know how this shit happens, but we ain't playa hatin And what's goin on, but ya know what? It don't get no realer than this though dog CHORUS(x2) West-side niggas gettin bout it, UNGH! I said East-side niggas gettin rowdy, UNGH! Mid-west niggas gettin bout it, UNGH! South-side niggas gettin rowdy, UNGH! (yea) Snoop: Fuck that man,da game is to be sold, not to be told, 1st things 1st I'm a gangsta, nigga, so I'ma roll Ya got to get bout it or without it I had to shake the spot cause the game got crowded I'm devoted and quote it, I'm rowdy and bout it A No Limit Soldier, and happy to shout it Got this tank on my neck, got my tech. on deck I slap raps at your caps and try to make my snaps Nick-Nack patty-wack big happy sack, the dealer is back And I'm ridin' through your neighborhood dippin' in my Cadillac I'm sellin this shit, I ain't tellin this shit I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon ya bitch From the cold hearted streets of the LBC To a mansion in the south down the street from my nigga P See, real niggas recognize the realness Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this (Bust one) Now bust one(gun shot) Not just one(2 gun shots) And if ya want some get some, I bet we got some Bustas discuss us, niggas poppin all the Ying-Yang Still the Dogg Pound Gang (DPG, Man) Beats still funky, Beats by the Pound in the house, At the mutha fuckin door CHORUS(x2) Snoop: (Gettin rowwwdy) Everybody in the game, say the same Is Snoop's still that gang bang cocaine nigga slangin everythang I'm tryin to get as much as I need While I fuck with these out of town hoes blowin all they weed (shut up) Parlayin, so whatcha sayin Bring a couple buddies witcha, girl we ain't playin Baby must miss read me, cause she miss lead me Has some niggas come by later (what?) and try to spray me (bitch) But I'm just to quick, slick and sly When it's time to ride I let the bullets fly cause it's do or die(die die...) I wear blue 7 days out the week (for life) I mob the street, DP, while I'm holdin my heat I wanna warn you, shit they got killers on the East, Mid-West, up North, down South in California So if you got your chrome, you need to stay in the zone And get a vest for your mutha fuckin dome Cause it's on like a dog with out his bone I'm in it to win it and No Limit is my home (for life for life) Nigga, real niggas recognize the realness Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this (Bust one) Now bust one(gun shot) Not just one(2 gun shots) And if ya want some get some,(what up what up) I bet we got some (got some) CHORUS(x4) MP: Nigga, bout it bout it ha ha Snoop Dogg, Master P, and the whole No Limit mutha fuckin family nigga From the South to the West to the East to the middle To the mutha fuckin WORLD! Ha ha real niggas and bitches unite more free lyrics |
15. _ Picture This
Niggas (Niggas), Bitches (Bitches) Uhmm, this is some player shit right here Holler at my home girl on this one, Mia Moma Mia, Have you seen her (seen her) Yah, real G's shit. Tell me Moma Mia, niggas wanna G her (Snoop Dogg) Bitches wanna be her Motherfuckers can't see her Give it up for Moma Mia [Mia X] What chew you want to do nigga, is fine with me Name your game, scandalous sprees, or robberies Moving keys for your needs, from state to state I seen my braw take down your boy from around tha way If you fake IM gunna let you know from the top And leave that dick in your mouth, and put them infrared dots On your whole crew, nigga betta ask fo show Gunna let that ass know what's goin' down like Waco This is business, and who the fuck you think is runnin' this Mama, and who's the first to shoot that gun in this Mama, drama, layin' No Limit and when its intended my hands all up in it Now, we can do this like intelligent folk But fuck around, I be that second ward ignorant hoe Hard headed, with the soft behind, niggas real hittin' it So Snoop Dogg for the keepin' it real with a strength [Snoop Dogg] Now picture, Bonnie and Clyde, We side as we slide, Side by side, to keep this pimpin' alive Do a lick for me, set a trick for me, get us some chips It's all about you and me Mia, fuck that bitch You a fall girl, go get it all girl You in my world, IM gunna make sure you ball girl Do it for me, do it for you, now it's our world (Our world, It's our world, now go on and get it) Now everyone in my click know I don't love no hoes I don't quit bitch rush a boy to get a new set of them MOMO's Cus I attack 'Emm, crack 'Emm and smack 'Emm All on the same note, until that bitch is broke Charge it to the game, man it's a cold game But somebody gotta do it, that's real for shes'a It ain't easy, pimpin' to me is four girls on your team Down to scheme, aim to beam, for that cream Cross country track, greyhound buss ride Down to get your muthafuckin' fetti on, you hear me though There ain't no limit to what she does On the really, on to Philly, lemme get a ride on cus Ghetto love, and every thug need a little All I want is the money, motherfuck the middle No backbone is back on to get yah Unless you got a down ass sister to twist her, cant twist yah Bonnie and Clyde, We side as we slide, Side by side, to keep this pimpin' alive Do a lick for me, set a trick for me, get us some chips It's all about you and me Mia, fuck that bitch more free lyrics |
16. _ Game Of Life
Snoop: GAME that's my thang and it ain't no rules when you in this game [3X's] Gunblast *gunshots* echo fast and all I seen was loose cash I hit the flo' & when they go I make sure I grab all the dough The Scene: Long Beach yeah '86 Where: The liquor store nigga on some devilish shit I went in to grab a drink but I came out a felon my homeboy got away but shit I wasn't tellin' So I fell in a trap with no getback they threw away the key and now I'm a OG In the County jail rappin & bangin' at the same time and since I don't smoke cigarettes loc shit I gotta slang mine And I ain't tryin' to get on swole so I ain't fuckin' with the iron I got bitches bringin' me money & ain't a godamn thing funny My homeboy Devil from the HCG and Young Side Trey R.I.P from the ETG [Eight-Trey] and oh yeah Baby Ken Dawg from the Westside Four-O's got love for Short and my homeboy J-Ball from the Seven four ? from that gang and the homeboy Tracy D from the big bad ass ese gang them straight killas & they know I got game & that's real from a trio nigga havin' green Get yo' hustle on nigga 'fore you end up dead It's too much paper to get Can ya dig it? Later on this evening I got a lick nigga is you down wit' it? Shit... GAME that's my thang and it ain't no rules when you in this game [Steady Mobb'n] There's ten laws to the game nigga be raised by 'em all Get ya respect on at all times nigga hustle 'til ya ball watch them hatas and pretendas and all the shit they do cause nowadays some of these niggas be bitches too Keep the business professional get ya heat at all times keep them snitches on the sideline cause you know pressure burst the pipeline Keep ya eyes on ya enemies watch those close to ya See them outside niggas can't touch ya it be the ones inside that do ya Smilin' in ya face but want to take yo' place fuck around and be playa let's make a deal with the D.A. Don't be ridin' with no niggas who ain't sure if he gon' get down cause it only take a split second to get ya buck buck and lay down Hesitation'll buy ya fate get that ass all caught up ya little homey might be cool if them other two priors ain't brought up Remember took time to kill smash and don't give a fuck Be a hog about ya papers straight hungry for that der come up Respect the game feel what the soldier talkin' about If you got to be in that game stack ya change and get the fuck out! [Snoop] GAME that's my thang and it ain't no rules when you in this game 3x [Steady Mobb'n] Game recognize game ?? kickin' back smokin' Mary Jane I'm gettin' high in the game my little homey popped him with the cane Some niggas only in it for the fame Niggas ain't ready for the game if you ain't down then get the fuck out the game or represent yo' thang Ghosttown LB SB Brookfield 76 Folktown & the 90's Twomp twomp put yo' guns up when the tank dogg roll up who got the weed nigga hold up I'm the King of Oakland nigga raise up I ain't givin' a fuck I'm still ?hugged? cause my down South niggas show me love and the muthafuckin' gifts dancin' in the club That's game [Snoop] GAME that's my thang and it ain't no rules when you in this game *Talking* Steady Mobbin', D O double G, ain't No Limit to that shit Nigga Carlos on the beat Beats By The Pound 'Bout 3:34 in the morning don't even matter We puffin' all night, straight game, game. I got all my game from my momma yeah a nigga didn't gave me none of this shit that's real. Wanna say what up to my momma, for givin' me all this game... more free lyrics |
17. _ Snoop World
[Master P] At ease I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank Money, power, respect, leadership, street knowledge and wisdom AHH YAH...D.P.G., yah D.P.G. Pop the Champaign Once you break this of you can't get twisted So pay attention and listen [Chorus] Welcome to my world nigga, and its V.I.P And the bitches and the bud for free (6x) [Snoop] Welcome to this world that you never thought existed And you got to be a soldier to be inlisted Listen, IM gunna take your mind, your body and your soul On a whole lil' trip just don't loose your grip Wait a second (Wait a second), were is the sack You don't have to ask no questions just jump in the back And leave your strap, cus there ain't none of that Were we goin', it ain't nuthin' but 808, beats and flauntin' Niggas showin' niggas love, hoes suckin' dicks That's how we do it, cus everything is in the mix Doggy Land, Doggy World, Snoop World whatever It don't matter cus we 'bout it, and homies down to do whatever Everything is legit, and the bitches the shit And niggas they give you love, cus dey down for it Now that's just how it goes, and all the hoes on me And everything is V.I.P, and that's on D.P.G Now nigga creep in, just like a liquor store Now nigga if you want a hoe, nigga just let me know I'll send a H, and when she gets you (got you) She with you forever, and a day, that's the D.P. way [Chorus x 5] [Snoop] Wipe your feet before you enter in Now take a seat and peep dis beat and sip yo' gin Cus ain't no killin', everybody chillin' Steady stackin' paper from the floor up to the ceilin' Now in my world, a bitch is a girl And mans best friend is his ends, and his mothafuckin' benz But chall can't get in just cus you all say you chall down wit us And try to get around wit us, and hang around wit us, and clown wit us Hold on, this shit here is for the establishment Niggas that's havin' shit, and if you ain't roll on and stroll on This is the spot were the bangers at, the slangers at Were red and blue equals green, and we probably be black In fact we stack G's for them keys, so when we finished doin' deeds You all can't believe what we did provide an opportunity in the community, Tryin' to spread a lil' unity between you and me Since IM the mayor, I think I gotta say-ahh a lil' something Lets keep it jumpin' playa (playa) ain't too many places that you know about So everybody in the world, welcome to the muthafuckin dogg house [Chorus x 2] [Master P] UGGHHHH, picture me ballin' (ballin') 3rd world hustler out the ghetto of New Orleans Some say life is like a fairy tail (fairy tail) Did a song with Snoop Dogg, and it turned into a business deal But it ain't bout da ends, cus we all got matches and we all got benz's It's about riddin' with the homies (homies) Gettin rid of the fake and lookin' through the phonies And the haters can't stop this, check billboards, number one The only company with a profit, So say Ughh and How You Do Dat There It's No Limit and D.P.G. nigga we don't care [Chorus x 4] [Snoop] Yah, Snoop World Home of the No Limit Soldiers, Beats By the Pound You know how we do dis, ain't no stoppin' this We can't be stopped, we run da streets You feel me, da streets is ours Ain't no stoppin' this shit nigga Ain't No Limit neither, your lucky Yah, it's on for life Yah, gunna drive this tank overseas Gunna get these g's, while we smoke on these trees YAHH ! Welcome to my world nigga, and its V.I.P more free lyrics |
18. _ Show Me Love
Ya I don't know why you treat me so motherfuckin bad You ain't gonna realize whats you got till its gone, thats real You gets no lovin, babe Girl you know I got you livin plush in the cut An every time I wanna dig you out You tell me "don't rush" Money stashin, you got me sneakin An we all alone in the zone, I be tweakin I almost got caught, my game is lethal I had to stay at my daddy's house, on the couch last weekend It's written on my face, an I can't even hide it So I decided, to ride it Roses are red, an Violets are blue Girl you got a nigga hooked, when you do whatcha do when ya do An now ya want a Benz for ya birthday An I been waitin to hit that ass since the first day I'm buyin you gifts, drape'in you out, with gold I'm showin you love, you's above any other hoe Tatoo wit my name on your tits An everytime I dip, I make sure to kick some chips Now bitch trip Chorus: You don't show me some love {show me love, for real, you gets no love, yea} You gets no lovin babe {you gets no love, you aint gonna miss it till it's gone} -2x- An that's on lust, an I trust thats you wont bust under pressure An I ain't even trip, when you dip wit them chips off the dresser An you didn't even have to fess up I just gave you another G, an told you "pick ya dress up" For the weddin, the settin was set 40 G's for your ring, you's a Queen sippin Moet I'm upset, an I don't even want to have jip out But baby didn't give it to me, ughh I was down at the alter, I seen Sister Salta Said "lady could you pray for me?" ughh I'm in a love affair, I can't share, it ain't fair Because my life is my wife, an that ain't right Cause I'm a do what I'm suppose to do, an what I was choose to do Wether it's buyin a house, or car, or some clothes for you I try to stay tru to it, see I ain't new to it Thats why I do for you boo, I need love too, three Chorus -2x- Snoop with background chorus -2x- See I done put it on the line, see this here is genuine An as long as you with me girl, see everything is gonna be fine See can't nobody match it, don't touch it, ya might scratch it This love affiar, it's so original, I call it classic See I'm attracted, an I'm infacturated At the same time, belated, an gang related, Dogg Pound on mine But to fine time to leave all that behind An tryin to spend some time an give you all of mine {what's that} ya see I ain't hard to get along with, to do a song with a nigga like D.J. Pooh Dedicate this whole thing, to a girl like you, boo, look here You know I'm true, just continue to do me like you want me to do you An, I hope we don't never have to, write another chapter Just keep it on the real wit me Cause I don't really wanna, see you on the corner Just show a nigga love ya see {gets no love, gets no love} Chorus -1x till fade- more free lyrics |
19. _ Hoes, Money, and Clout
(Scratching by Daz Dillinger) Dogg Pound Don Colion, whatever, whatever, Dogg Pound, East Side Don Colion, whatever, whatever, Dogg Pound, East Side Don Colion, whatever, whatever, Dogg Pound, East Side For all my homies with the eight tray wigs (ride on) And all the playas in the '79 Coupes (ride on) For all of my gang affiliates in tha hoppin' '68 This ones from me to you (ride on) Well, not the Under Dogg, call me the Wonder Dogg I keep it crackin' while I'm stackin' in this game called rappin' Now I kick up my feet like I kick a rhyme to a beat And everytime you see me on the streets ,I gots some heat Hell, yeah, then pass the beat And everybody wanna know what's up with me and Master P (ughh) For your concern, you knew there wann't no gimmick When I got into some gangsta shit and told you wann't No Limit To the thangs I'm gon' do Now it's really goin' down with the DPGC Well, Daz did the beat, and Kurupt got the heat And Tray Dee, he laid the hook and Supafly played the keys (woo, woo) Ughh, it get no realer than this from the LB to the Down South Add more killers to this entourage South, West, oh, yes We in charge and we'll pull your cards No disrespect or disregards Life in the big LB is gettin' hard (so what) So my squad gon' mob and drop bombs Bring me along, we causin' everybody harm Chorus 2x: I make ya scream (ahhhhhh) I make ya shout (ooooohhh) C'mon all you partyin' people Let me turn ya out Cuz you know I'm all about The hoes, money, and clout And I rock a Long Beach City (heyyyyyy) All the way down South Can you feel me? I can dig it Hoes- Take me to the bridge Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (who) Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (what) Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (who) Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg Whether in a Khaki suit or a pimped stripe I'm a G for G and nuttin' else for life You can bet your bottom biscuit You get twisted if you dwellin' in my felon intuition (what up) Tha Doggfather is a household name >From basketball to alcohol, everybody love the Dogg I'm sure Billy King probably got a Doggystyle tape Somewhere hidden in his briefcase Newsweek, Rolling Stone, major magazines Dope fiends, prom queens, we too clean Take a look you ain't ever seen One hip-hop rapstar drop this West Coast rap-cord Back to the spot up top West Hills for real, give it up to him (WC) A who bang with diamond Take a hit with big Lajeezy before he found some wheezy With blue Colion playin' in the backround On the behind line with big style Hitting P, LIG tell him let it go Game strong, no longer in the roll Just a few names from the respected files LBC styles, DPG ale I bought a house with a lake in the back My big holey stack just like that Chorus: more free lyrics |
20. _ Ain't Nut'in Personal
Kill kill kill [Snoop] How many killas you got on your mother fuckin pay roll nigga? Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and Silkk the Shocker No limit (biatch) [C-Murder] Nigga nigga I'ma rida Ride with G's And ship keys over seas by the three's Keep an eye on my enemies Snoop and Silkk In da back of the Lac With that AK In da blue tint, with a infer-red Mother fucker gonna die tonight That's why I smoke weed, get high tonight Cuz I'ma No Limit soldier With TRU datted in blood I went to jail for years, for movin, burnin da drugs Murda murda, kill kill If you put me in danger I aint trippin noo No limit niggaz no strangers I'ma tank representer till im history Making playa hatas into a mother fucking memory So throw'em up if you a soldier And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother fucking dolja I know you mother fucking feel me C-murder aint gonna die, till a bitch nigga kill me [Chorus x2] Kill-kill-kill Murda-murda-murda Ain't nut'in personal tru See it's all about respect Kill-kill-kill Murda-murda-murda I'm never got slippin Keep my heat on the dash [Snoop] Now, how many niggaz you know that can fuck around And die and come back They get hooked up with the number one rap label And rap, like that Shit I can't be duplicated But I'm highly playa hated And I been reinstated And I thank god that I finally made it Fated many niggas, just to get one back Remember im that young nigga That put gangsta rap on the map Never craps, only five duices Mix that moet, white star, with them orange juices I hang out with real niggas Like Silkk and C-Murder TRU niggas, do niggas Like you niggas Ghetto ass, lower class Never hesitate to blast And im so serious about my hustlin Gots to have my cash Can you imagin if I was broke Shit I wouldn't be bustin no raps Id have my strap, running up in your door Takin all your dough and your gold and your cars Cuz big snoop Dogg, Aint no mother fucking rap star See ima gangsta(gangsta) and you a notch(you a notch) And you a sucka(bitch ass nigga), and I rock I'm draped in my army fatigue Blowing on green trees In the navigator, and keep the heat for them playa hatas [Chorus x2] [Silkk the Shocker] Now look at murda, murda, murda And this kill, kill, kill This shits real Stay strapped and capped, to get pealed And mama always told me If you aint down to ride with god Down to die with god You aint no mother fucking soldier No limit datted on my back and my stomach Cuz ima mother fucking fool Uhhh, show me love Cuz when I make music with thugs, I make moves Well im coming out hard I was coming out large Seen this guy named van I bring the pain Look everybody coming out stars See now me, C, and Snoop in da coupe In da house thinking about loop I told niggas Rap shit isnt bad, I blast'em, So I ask'em, I shoot Just a young nigga bout raising hell and makin mail If you a trip I told you I was making this shit on bail (that's cool) Back up nigga, cant flame that shit like drugs And see ima nigga, im gonna hang like a nigga Bang that shit like it was crips and bloods Now deal weed nigga Strapped up in my fatigue Cant hold me down Don't even trip my nigga Snoop If you a soldier now Do what ya think bitch For this tank bitch I stay quick and work And I got No Limit scattered on my fucking forehead That's why I do so much dirt more free lyrics |
21. _ See Ya When I Get There
[C-Murder] For all them young niggas that didn't quite make it to another year To all my thugs in the grave This one is for my homies and my thug niggas A bunch of used to be paranoid drug dealers A bout 'it motherfucker standing on the block Ain't no limit to his heart, cause his veins is non-stop And constantly a nigga catching them cases With them death situations A nigga blast with no hesitation Mama I wanna now where my daddy at My only memory is a picture with a chrome gat I wanna do, like them gangsters do I wanna gangster walk I caught a bullet now I'm in some chalk Just another young nigga in a song Mama always told me gangster's don't live long After I'm dead can you still see me Do you really want to be me I'm just another bossaline I represent all them niggas trying to get paid But couldn't be saved Huh, y'all now what I'm talking about Chorus: C-Murder and Snoop Dogg To all my thugs in the grave See ya when I get there See ya when I get there repeat 4X [Mystikal] Ride nigga till I deduct Them things die nigga for fuck Fly. fly nigga Since you absent I'ma tilt the bottle hit the weed and get high for my nigga My partner my nigga My round in my trigger From the little shit I remember you was a down ass nigga I'm mad i missed shit you could have showed me (fuck) Shit still ain't the same even though my mama told me I keep your memories in my endeavors (nigga) Thank you for being my daddy, thank you for what you left us I swear to protect, and the only way to carry on, is carry on My nigga little Mike, my nigga G-Slim, and my cousin Larry gone I ain't trying to question God, but why so young That's why from daylight to night time I got my gun This fucking thing we call life ain't nothing but a phase That's why you better keep your faith,or you're that thug in the grave Chorus: repeat 4X [Snoop Dogg] Rest in peace khaki's creased From the east side of Long Beach Pouring out liquor, thinking about my homie Cause I can't understand how it went down We used to clown from town to town Claiming dogg pound Took you on lollapalooza with a nigga L0Dog you my nigga If you don't get no bigger Spanky Loco from the the dub, and Little Man from the I Dear God why them good niggas have to die I can't reminisce too long Cause I'm in a war zone If I sleep, slip, trip I might get blasted on So I'm gone mash on home but on the way I see some of my enemies And they tripping on me Cause I fuck with Master P But I;m heated, so beat it And another 87 case, I really don't need it Proceeded, I ain't gone cry for the homie Shit we gone celebrate Cause we now the homeboy is in a safer and better place Chorus: repeat 3X more free lyrics |
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