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1. _ Who Am I (What's My Name)?
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 as the, the, The D.O.C 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) more free lyrics |
2. _ Bathtub
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 You 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 more free lyrics |
3. _ W-Balls (Tha Shiznit Intro)
*radio static* That was the Dogg Pound here right on W-Balls 187.4 on your FM dial You're tuned in to the biggest balls of them all DJ Suk T Nutts Aiy, don't forget about my homeboy Eazy Dick in the jackoff hour That's happening at twelve o'clock tonight Right now we got some Snoop Doggy Dogg for that ass This one is called Tha Shiznit You're about to go downtown bitch Right here on the station that plays only platinum hits That's 187.4 on your FM dial If you're lickin that's, W-Balls *static* Everybody's got to hear the shit, on W-Balls, W-Balls, W-Balls more free lyrics |
4. _ Lodi Dodi Intro
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* more free lyrics |
5. _ Lodi Dodi
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! more free lyrics |
6. _ Tha Shiznit
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 more free lyrics |
7. _ Gz and Hustlas
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 more free lyrics |
8. _ Pump Pump
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 more free lyrics |
9. _ G Funk Intro
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, didn't ever think I Would be the one to make you blink eye, I catch you like pink-eye 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? more free lyrics |
10. _ U Betta Recognize (Pump Pump Intro)
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 more free lyrics |
11. _ Chronic Break
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 more free lyrics |
12. _ Gin and Juice
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] more free lyrics |
13. _ You Betta Ask Somebody (Gz and Hustlas 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 more free lyrics |
14. _ Gz Up, Hoes Down
Intro: Yeah, what's happenin? This one is dedicated to my niggaz All my niggaz, out there, Gz Up, Hoes Down Yeah Verse One: Ladies and gents, playas and pimps listen Snoop Doggy doggs on the mic pay attention 1, 2, or what shall I do ?, I'm slippin on my Khaki suit (which one?) the blue one, gun by My side, as I mob to the beach, on a mission and I'm fishin for my DJ Warren G, now I look for the bud's sack and see where my loves at, on the lake where the doves at Cognac is the drink that's drank by G's Saggin like a motherfucker khakis to they knees Bitch please, you know how we do the undercover I'm Snoop Doggy Dogg not your average motherfucker see Some of you don't know about the G thang baby It's the smooth gangsta shit that be drivin ya crazy Now as ya groove to the beat, and ya move to the sound I'm gonna hit ya with the Pound, Gz Up, Hoes Down Chorus: Well, all the real Gz please stand up and let all be accounted for, and if you don't give a fuck about a bitch, then you're rolling with the row Verse Two: Back with the 1,2,3, and to the Fo' It's the S-N-O and to the O... P Why am I so fly? (I don't know, but) Why am I so high? It's the indo, i don't fuck with the pocus, everbody knows this Fuckin with the Chronic, 'cuz the Chronic gives me dopeness Now focus your eyes on these Follow me, as i take ya rollin' with the Real OG's East Side, is the motherfuckin place, known as home Doggy Dogg with my bone in my hand, and 20 grand, and Some of you don't know about the G thang baby It's the smooth gangsta shit that be drivin ya crazy Now as ya groove to the G-Funk, and move to the sound I'm gonna hit ya with the Pound, Gz Up, Hoes Down Chorus Outro: Hell yeah, YaknowhatI'msayin? This is stricly for the Gz, yeah Fuck that bitch Niggaz alwayz be handcuffin that hoe when a nigga like me steps in the place I don't want that hoe, I don't love that hoe I'm caught up with my greens: collard greens, indo, and the cash flow YaknowhatI'msayin? Peace... Gz up, Hoes Down more free lyrics |
15. _ Gz Up, Hoes Down *
* this song was removed from second generation shipments of doggystyle
Intro:
Yeah, what's happenin?
This one is dedicated to my niggaz
All my niggaz, out there, gz up, hoes down
Yeah
Verse one:
Ladies and gents, playas and pimps listen
Snoop doggy doggs on the mic pay attention
1, 2, or what shall i do ?, i'm slippin on my
Khaki suit (which one?) the blue one, gun by
My side, as i mob to the beach, on a mission
And i'm fishin
For my dj warren g, now i look for the bud's sack
And see where my loves at, on the lake where the doves at
Cognac is the drink that's drank by g's
Saggin like a motherfucker khakis to they knees
Bitch please, you know how we do the undercover
I'm snoop doggy dogg not your average motherfucker see
Some of you don't know about the g thang baby
It's the smooth gangsta shit that be drivin ya crazy
Now as ya groove to the beat, and ya move to the sound
I'm gonna hit ya with the pound, gz up, hoes down
Chorus:
Well, all the real gz please stand up and
Let all be accounted for, and if you don't give a fuck
About a bitch, then you're rolling with the row
Verse two:
Back with the 1,2,3, and to the fo'
It's the s-n-o and to the o... p
Why am i so fly? (i don't know, but) why am i so high?
It's the indo, i don't fuck with the pocus, everbody knows this
Fuckin with the chronic, 'cuz the chronic gives me dopeness
Now focus your eyes on these
Follow me, as i take ya rollin' with the real og's
East side, is the motherfuckin place, known as home
Doggy dogg with my bone in my hand, and 20 grand, and
Some of you don't know about the g thang baby
It's the smooth gangsta shit that be drivin ya crazy
Now as ya groove to the g-funk, and move to the sound
I'm gonna hit ya with the pound, gz up, hoes down
Chorus
Outro:
Hell yeah, yaknowhati'msayin?
This is stricly for the gz, yeah
Fuck that bitch
Niggaz alwayz be handcuffin that hoe
When a nigga like me steps in the place
I don't want that hoe, i don't love that hoe
I'm caught up with my greens: collard greens, indo, and the cash flow
Yaknowhati'msayin?
Peace...
Gz up, hoes down
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16. _ Serial Killa
Six million ways to die, choose one [Kurupt] 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 [Daz] 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 witchu 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 two 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) [Snoop] 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 busta ass homeboys dwell Well... [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name? [RBX] Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa ("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..") [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 mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..") more free lyrics |
17. _ For All My Niggaz & Bitches
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 more free lyrics |
18. _ Murder Was the Case
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* more free lyrics |
19. _ Doggy Dogg World
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 more free lyrics |
20. _ Ain't No Fun (If the Homies Can't Have None)
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 more free lyrics |
21. _ Murder Was The Case [deathaftervisualizingeternity]
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
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