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(snoop) up out of there
(tupac) *chuckles*
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
(snoop) pump that up g
(tupac) ahh shit, you done fucked up now -- ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
You done put two of america's
Most wanted in the same
Motherfuckin place at the same ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Motherfuckin time, hahahahah
Y'all niggaz about to feel this ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Break out the champagne glasses
And them motherfuckin condoms
Have one on us aight?? ain't nuttin but a gangsta party

Verse one: 2pac, snoop

Picture perfect, i paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer
With the s-n double-o-p, dogg my fuckin homey
Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs

Sho nuff, i keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run
Now i'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome
Free tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind
But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine
So i'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit
And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit

So now they got us laced
Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin cases (mmm)
Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit's about to go down
Uhh, me and snoop about to clown
I'm losin my religion, i'm vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game, but you got the grooves missin
Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish

I got a pit named p, she niggarino
I got a house out in the hills right next to chino
And i, think i got a black beamer
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like bugsy seagel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in the regal
Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba
Ya see, this is for the g's and the keys motherfucker

Now follow as we riiiiide
Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the west side
And i can make you famous
Niggaz been dying for years, so how could they blame us
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailin these, motherfuckin g's
If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant
2 of amerikaz most wanted

Chorus:
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
(tupac) nuthin but a gangsta party... ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Nuthin but a gangsta party
It ain't nuthin but a
Motherfuckin gangsta party ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
Nuthin but a gangsta party
It ain't nuthin but a
Motherfuckin gangsta party ain't nuttin but a gangsta party

Verse two: 2pac, snoop

Now give me fifty feet
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatever's left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief
Better be prepared when you try to fuck wit me
I bust a flea, these niggaz must be crazy what??
There ain't no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the thugs
(hahah right) you thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player

It's like cuz, blood, gangbanging
Everybody in the party doing dope slangin
You got to have papers in this world
You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl
Ya doing ya job, every day
And then you work so hard till ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is
You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids

They tell me not to roll with my glock
So now i gotta throat of rage
Floatin in the black benz, tryin to do a show a day
They wonder how i live, with five shots
Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block
Keep a promise see if you're related
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, try to get up on it
My nigga dogg with me, eternally the most wanted

Chorus

Snoop:
Hear ye, hear ye, come one come all
It's the first annual g, nigga, and all my doggs
Are invited, so go and enlight it
Cause it's the first time in a long time (right)
Reminiscing about the fresh fest back in '85
When the dubs and the san dieg's used to hoo ride
On motherfuckers like it was the thing to do
Eighty-five, eighty-fo', eight-tray, in year eighty-two (eighty-two)
You know what the fuck i'm talking about
After party on the lake at the big homie's house
And bet nobody bring a motherfucking gun
Cause everybody in the house's from two-one...

Tray deee:
Twenty-first street, burst street, where it all started
And you know east side, long beach, the hardest
Niggaz coming realer than the real mccoy
So step with your rap and we bring the noise
It's the gang of fly bitches, homiez on the switches
Dice in the back if ya wanna get your riches
No snitches allowed inside the crowd
Cause this is the g thang, east side l.b.c. brang
In to have some fun represent two-one
And bet nobody bring a mothafucking gun and a...

Snoop:
Yeah, king park was the location
And the bigga g that was my destination
(we were) lookin up to niggaz coming up before me
And l.b.c. into my east side homies..... (it's like)

Nobody can see you, but you (yeah, the east side's perfect)
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, now that's worth it)
Nobody can see you, but you (hell yeah, the east side's perfect)
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, yeah, now that's worth it)

Tatatata.....

Snoop (tray):
If ya bring a strap, then ya have to trip
(so if you're on a mission nigga, go on and dip)
We got meat to eat, (freaks to meet)
And chronic we can smoke on, (if i ever get a loc on)
Strolling through the park one day
Puffing on a fat ass j. with my homie named tray
Deee tryin' to see if we could put this lbc thing
Back together like it was supposed to see

Tray:
Cause ya know i'm down with ya to make 'em get the picture
And if i have to sit ya down then i spit ya
Game from the heart, i came from the start
See i was regulating when crackers was the daily's

Snoop:
Nigga let me interact with my black croaker sacks*
And a gray golf hat tilted to the back (what's up?)
Ditchin' sunday school to get a pack of now and laters
While i'm rolling with the stealers and killin' with the raiders

Tray:
And when we bang with the saints then we ain't no joke
Come around from outta bounds and we goes for broke
Now we're breaking 'em up (hmm hmm), shaking em up (yeah)
And just for a second we're waking 'em up
(continue) giving up game on his tired ass feet
With a small dedication to two-one street

Talking:
Hey yo, soopafly
These niggaz act like they don't know my motherfuckin' name (gangsta)
Hmm...ain't that a trip
Now i put half these niggaz on (ain't that something)

Chorus:
Snoop d-o double g (from the dp)

Talking:
Niggaz wasn't even rapping till i came out
You know what i'm sayin?
Y'all know what time it is

Chorus

Every nigga in this rap game, to the dope game
Now i got the hook up on the dodo, for sure tho'
But i'm not a weed seller, but a crocka sack beller
A rap star plus a 2 time felon
Sellin' phones out the trunk i mix g with funk
I put it all together, and rock it till it chump
Then bag it up and sag it up and then serve
I'm always on the pager, never on the curb
I'm big time, get mine, stay down for the grizind
I keep it gangsta, nigga, all the tizime
Ask them niggaz, from way down south (who?)
The boys right there with the gold in they mouth
They'll tell ya (tell ya)
There ain't no bullshit to sell ya
Snoop d-o double g who wannabes wannabe
I got love for my folkers out in 'lejo
And all my soldiers gettin' busy down in n-o
Gangsta's, get respect from me
And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me
That's on the c, dpg will never break up
There's too much motherfuckin' paper to cake up
That's on me (dpg)
Now what?
I'm

Chorus x3

Now all the bitches if you with me, come get me
I'm in room 210, don't forget to bring the gin
That's the old fashion way, and bring a friend with ya
So when i'm through with ya she can hit ya
Shit i ain't trippin'
I'm dippin'
There's money to be made
It's funny how she layed when i told her she couldn't stay
Look here, my boo'll be through
So you gotta raise, boy game pays
On the next phase, gotta show to do at 4
Then i'm headed right back to the studio
If you need the hook up
Give a nigga a holla
I slide through your hood, in the gold impala
Drop off a sack, then i head right back
And i hope i don't get jacked, cause you know i'm ridin' strapped
But if the boys decide to pull me over loc
They recognize my face, and so they go
Gangsta's get respect ya see
All y'all other niggaz gettin' shook like fleas
That's on the c
Dpg will never break up
There's too much motherfuckin' paper to cake up
That's on me

Chorus x4

Dogg pound gangsta's
Say it with me
Say it with me
Say it with me
Say it for me
Right back at ya
Who go the hook up?
I do
I got the hook up
I got the hook up
If ya need it
I got the hook up
Yeah
That's gangsta
Straight up
98
Doggy dogg

Chorus x5

Ain't no limit to this shit
Ain't no limit to this shit nigga
Straight up
That's gangsta
And we out

(dogg pound gangstas rip) x2

Verse 1-bad a$$

Word on tha streets, see it aint nobodies business
Secret to keep, so keep heat incase things get deep
Peace box is where it starts, scarred flesh and broke hearts
Since a kid this is how we live, aint nuttin to look forward to
Schools full of devils
The church don't work cuz all the lies that they tell us
Ya'll it'll be hell before we get there
Survivin guns and drugs and see if you can deal with this germ warfare
Thats endin us
They anti-christ, i'm anti-fair, anti-vice, anti-nice, anti-spice
Up your life, i'll make you love it
Cuz it's real and you bump it cuz it's tight
Yeah, people make the world go round, and it's a gang
Of us all gathered up in our game colors
Man, these my gang brothas
What, you aint heard of us
You aint never ever heard the word murderer's
We make the news what it is
You ask what is this
We the reason why the police in business
So run up on us with your knife and your pistols
We'll plague your character with rifles and missils
I dropped my pack and drove my back to the eastside
Smash in this coupe with my passenger snoop.

Chorus: snoop dogg

(dogg pound gangstas rip)
Them long beach niggas be puttin it down
Dogg pound gangstas make the world go round
(dogg pound gangstas rip)
So get cha' ass up just to get on down
Snoop dogg and bad a$$ is puttin it down
Repeat

Verse 2-snoop dogg
Never pause on my feet, i'm dpg, lbc, me and b-a-d
Low ridin', and navigators foe the haters
I take some for now, and save some for later
Smoke with coke loc
A dip with tip tip
Get heat a chrome plate, a d from tray deee
Livin that dp, give me that st
In a 4-0 a 0-e from my og
And a bag of them ol' hot ass skins
Some colt for this hand
And some juice for this gin
Aint no bitch like this bitch i got
Cuz this bitch i got, clock nots and rocks
Money, cheese, paper, fedio get doctor nedios, and stank is steady goin
Bangin that, slangin that, and hangin that every corner
From up north to dogg pound california
You heard of that gangstaville
The city where they don't talk and everybody c-walk
It's a dirty shame, but it's a dirty game
And you got to have heart from the start man
Fake snitches and fake bitches
Thats probably why i break niggas and break bitches
Word on the streets bad a$$ is a fool
Then he fuckin with his homeboy from the old school
Low life gangstas, dogg pound gangstas, put them all together
Man i love gangstas
Head, shoulders, feet and toes
Lets dip to the club and bust some hoes
V.i.p. on dpg, snoop d-o double g, and the b-a-d

Chorus x1

Verse 3-bad a$$

Only talk what you know
I never seen you round the pound
So won't you keep the eastside and deez out ya mouth
Don't speak on dat
Don't bring up daz and kurupt, just to say wussup, nigga hit my blunt
We keep a money move, hate while we regulate
And get real papes, rich like bill gates
While you make it to the haters hall of fame
We'll be whippin navigators
Winnin this baller's game
Yellin long beach niggas keep puttin it down
Lowlife and at the pound while we smoke on an ounce
Steady plottin on big mail
Layin in the hotel
Chop my quarters down to dubs and watch my dope sell
I hit darochee come and scoop me
Drop me off ?and they was snoopy's? said he puffed a little ?play?
And shorty played it only ?twice?
Ay, they set a 8 beat
It's them and 6 hoes in a jeep
They better go flag em' down in the street
Ay, follow us to the spot
While the playa hatas pray that we stop

Chorus x2

(snoop)
Got a little something for the summertime
While you on the grind
Getting yours
Hell yeah! i'm getting mine
I take trips and dips just to recline
I blaze up the orange weed
To relax my mind
Spend time with my kids on the weekdays
And i holla at my momma and my
Grandma on the threeway
She say, if you do right
Baby boy i promise you live
A long life
I can't argue
I try hard to
Not blast niggas
I walk past niggas
With my head up to the skedai(sky)
Nigga tried to pull a fast one
On snoop dogg
To get some shut eye
What i do to him i can't speak
You know the episode
And the code on the street
I keep it all the scriffin' y'all
But real street for y'all
Cause you never know
When you're gonna go, no

(chorus)
You never know where this road's gonna take you
Got to be strong
You got to hold on
Cause you never know, where
This life's gonna lead you
Just hold on
You never know

(warren g)
>from the killing
The robbing
The squabbing
And jacking
Car jacks to kidnaps
What? niggas be acting a fool
Trying to set me up at the park
But i'm cool
Act a fool
My daddy said throw them thangs
And stay strong
My momma got sick
So i'ma keep it strong
As long as i got my feet in the game
And make this beats
And bring heat to the game
Fuck the fame
I got a little boy to see through
And him without me
Is like me without you
Keep it true
And stay down for your grips
Homies and licks staying tight
Like this
You never know

(chorus)

(phats bossi)
You niggas never know
Which man are blasted for
Never know which man to kill
Just to settle the score
It wasn't long ago
I had this partner of mine
Knew him just a short time
But he's stuck in my mind
My nigga lived perfect
Said the streets wasn't worth it
If you don't die rich in the game
Then what's the purpose for this struggle?
We stay piece to puzzle
Invest half the wealth
And pray to god it double
We just in this
Trying to get rich at the interest
Keep it pimping
Stay with niggas that's relentless
Smoke dough
Just because i say so
Money pronto
And niggas never would know
They never know nigga

(chorus til fades)

Chiggie check, microphone check two...
Chiggie check, microphone check three...
Check game from the notorious compton g
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As a pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just to floss you like a motherfuker, clownin' their shit
Gots the dana's on your hootie and your fly ass bitch
Throw off, go off, show off, i take that hoe
If she proper, i'ma pop her the hole hopper
It's back on the track
With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sack
So daz, step up on the ass
And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past
Diggidy daz out of the cut with some shit that i wrote
With my nigga d-r-e, so you know i must be dope
But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass
Startin' static with dre, make way for the ak
That i bring as i slang like cavy
Not from kris kross but they call me mac daddy
Had he not known about the city i'm from
Long beach, tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here i come, stompin' in my kakhi suit
Bg from the hood can fuck eastwood
God damn, i ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up
On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling
But did you raise up all this nuts?
Cause dr. drizzay's about to rizzip shit up
Chiggie check, microphone check one...
Chiggie check, microphone check two...
Chiggie check, microphone check three...
You tuned to the sounds of the d-r-e...
Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the niggaz get their strap on, don't nobody cap on
Slap on some d-r-e
Or some funky ass shit by the d-o-double g-y-d-o-double g
Real g'z who drop k's, protect these n-u-t, so nigga please
Peep out my manuscript
You'll see that it's a must i drop gangsta shit
Byitch!!
So recognize game from the gangsta
Thangs will remain the same until i change 'em
It's real easy to see...
So you can check sounds from nate d-o-double g...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I heard you wanna fuck with dre...
You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day...
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow...
Let me know if you think you can fade death row...
I heard you wanna fuck with dre...
You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day...
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow...
Let me know if you think you can fade death row...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...

*helicopter flying overhead*
This is angela sanders coming to you live
From the scene of yet another murder mystery
It seems that entertainer snoop doggy dogg has been murdered
We have no information at this time
*journalist speaks in spanish (i won't be insulting and try to transcribe it)*
*lightning cracks*
*helicopter passes by again*

As i look up, at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin, and they breakin, tryin to save the dogg
Pumpin on my chest and i'm screamin
I stop breathin, damn i see deamons
Dear god, i wonder can ya save me
I can't die my boo-boo's bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
"bring your lifestyle to me i'll make it better"
And how long will i live?
"eternal life and forever"
And will i be, the g that i was?
"i'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes my son"
My eyes are closed

Murder... "murder was the case that they gave me" (repeat 4x)

I'm fresh up out my coma
I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner
It's gonna take a miracle they say
For me to walk again and talk again but anyway
I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet
And everything that nigga said, came to reality
Livin like a baller loc
I'm havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a benz, my boo-boo a jag
And now i'm rollin in a nine-trizzay el do-rad
"just remember who changed your mind
Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass is mine"
Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
Never have a want, never have a need
They say i'm greedy but i still want mo'
Cause my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)

Now i lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord, my soul to keep
If i should die, before i wake
I pray the lord, my soul to take

Murder was the case that they gave me
"murder was the case that they gave me" (repeat 2x)

No more indo, gin and juice
I'm on my way to chino, rollin on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
Twenty-five with a izz-l, with nowhere to gizzo, i know
Them niggaz from the other side recognize my face
Cause it's the o.g. d-o-double-g, l-b-c
Mad doggin niggaz cuz i don't care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
Niggaz stare as i enter the center
They send me to a level three yard, that's where i stay
Late night i hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor
Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off
Cause you can't tell what's next
My little homey baby boo he took a pencil in his neck
And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two
I put that on my momma, i'ma ride for you baby boo

Murder... "murder was the case that they gave me" (repeat 4x)

Switch!

Tonight's the night i get in some shit, [yeah]
Deep cover on the incognito tip.
Killin' motherfuckers if i have to,
Peelin' caps too, cause you niggas know i'm comin' at you.
I guess thats part of the game,
But i feel for the nigger who thinks he just gonna come and chance things
With the swiftness, so get it right, with the quickness,
And let me handle my business, yo.
I'm on a mission and my mission won't stop
Until i get the nigger maxin at the top.
I hope you get his ass before he drops.
Kingpin kickin back while his workers sling his rocks.
Coming up like a fat rat.
Big money, big cars, big body guards on his back.
So it's difficult to get him.
But i got the hook up with somebody who knows how to get in contact with
Him.
Hit him like this and like that,
Let 'em know that i'll make it for a big fat dope sack
What is this pen? so let's rush it.
If you want to handle it tonight we'll discuss it
On the nigga's time, in the nigga's place,
Take a strap just in case one of his boys recognise my face.
Cause he's a sheisty motherfucker,
But i gives a fuck, cause i'm going deep cover.

Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop

Creep with me as i crawl through the hood,
Maniac, lunatic, call 'em snoop eastwood
Kickin dust as i bust fuck peace
And, the mothafuckin drug police
You already know i gives a fuck about a cop
So why in the fuck would you think that it would stop
Plot, yeah, that's what we's about to do
Take your ass on a mission with the boys in blue
Dre, (whatup, snoop) yo i got the feelin
Tonight's the night like betty wright, and i'm chillin
Killin, feelin, no remorse, yeah
So lets go straight to the motherfuckin' source
And see what we can find
Crooked ass cops that be gettin niggaz a gang of times
And now they wanna make a deal with me
Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill with me
And make my pockets bigger
They want to meet with me tonight at 7:00, so whassup nigger?
What you wanna do? (what you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the mothafuckin 22
So if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"

Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop

Six fo' five was the time on the clock,
When me and my homey bailed in the parking lot.
The scene looked strange and it felt like a set up
Better not be, cause if it is, they're getting lit up.
Oh here they come from the back and they laxed.
I'm checkin for the gats they strap, so whats up black?
Chill, lets hit a deal, if it aint up to what you feel then grab your
Steel.
Right, so, what you motherfuckers gonna come at me with?
Hope you ain't wantin' none of my grip.
Cause you can save that shit. guess what they told me?
'we give you 20 g's if you snitch on your homey,
We'll put you in a home, and make your life plush,
Oh yeah, but you got to sell dope for us."
Hmmm, let me think about it
Turned my back and grabbed my gat and guess what i told him before i shot
It:
'if you don't quit, yeah, if you don't stop, yeah, i'm lettin' my gat pop'
Cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop

Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop...

Wake up, jumped out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie lil 1/2 dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear god, i wonder can you save me
I'm only 18, so i'm a young buck
It's a ride, if i don't scrap, i'm getting stuck
But that's the life of a g, i guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in they chest
Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a young hog
It ain't nuttin like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain't no fist fight
So i guess i gots ta handle mine
Since i did the crime, i gots ta do my time

Chorus:

Lil' ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility

Verse two: dr. dre

Now, i'm 'trolling the dove, sitting on swoll
27 years old, off on parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money
That i'm making as soon as i touch the street
Things done changed but it's alright
Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right
But it ain't no thing to me
'cause now i'm what they call a loced-assed o.g.
The little homies from the hood wit grip
Are the ones i get wit 'cause i'm down respect trip
Nigga, i'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do
Didn't know we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his back
I'm grab his pockets and then i heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands
I didn't understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I use to be the same way back
I guess that's what i get (for what)
For trying to jack them little homies for they bread

Chorus

Verse three: snoop doggy dogg

Something for the real og's to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, i'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you pack right
And learning just enuff to keep your sack right
Late nights, i wonder what they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo'
Seven young g's but they serve down
In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now
Not thinking about what's really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me
But now i'm back at the pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them ends you can make
'cause when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to trip
'cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip

Chorus

(the bomb)
(the bomb)
(dogg!)

Verse 1: snoop doggy dogg

From the depths of the sea, back to the block
Snoop doggy dogg, funky, yes but of the doc
Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same
Long beach is the spot where i served my cane
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don't lose your grip
Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to fuck up shit
So i ain't holdin nuttin back
And motherfucker i got five on the twenty sack
It's like that and as a matter of fact (rat-tat-tat-tat)
Cos i never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
(yeah check out the whole manuscript
It's dogg pound and snoop dogg rockin gangsta shh...)
What's my motherfuckin name?

Chorus: dat nigga daz

Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg (yeah yeah yeah)
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg (the bomb)
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg (dogg!)

Verse 2: snoop

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, niggas can't fuck with this (what?)
And niggas can't fuck with that
Shit that i drop cos 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 clots
Then i step thru the fog and i creep thru the smog
Cos i'm snoop doggy (who?) doggy (what?) doggy (dogg!)

Chorus: daz

Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg (the bomb)
Snoop dogg-y dogg (bowwowowyippyyoyippyya, bowwowwowyippyyo)
Snoop dogg-y dogg (the bomb)
Snoop dogg-y dogg (bowwowowyippyyoyippyya, bowwowwowyippyyo)
Snoop dogg-y dogg (dogg!)

Verse 3: snoop dogg

Now just throw your hands in the motherfuckin air (ho!)
And wave the motherfuckers like ya just don't care (ho! dogg!)
Yeah roll up the dank, and pour the drank
And watch your step (why?) cos doggy's on the gank (check it out!)
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 (ba-by)
She want the nigga with the bigger nuts, and guess what? (snoop)
He is i, and i am him, slim with the tilted brim
What's my motherfuckin name?

Chorus: daz

Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg (the bomb)
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg (the bomb)
Snoop dogg-y dogg
Snoop dogg-y dogg (dogg!)

Outro: daz

Yeah yeah
As we reappear for a new year
Showin ya how it's done
Death row, dogg pound and we doin it live
Check it out.....
(dogg, the bomb)
(bowwowowyippyyoyippyya, bowwowwowyippyyo, the bomb)
(bowwowowyippyyoyippyya, bowwowwowyippyyo, the bomb)
(dogg!)
(dogg, the bomb)
(the bomb)
(dogg!)
(the bomb)
(dogg, the bomb!)

The ghetto x8

Snoop doggy dogg:

Wake up, jumped out my bed
I'm in a two man cell with my homie lil' 1/2 dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear god, i wonder can you save me?
I'm only eighteen, so i'm a young buck
It's a ride, if i don't scrap, i'm gettin' stuck
But that's the life of g, i guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in the chest
Best run cause brothers is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them dogs
Gettin' that rep as a young hog
It ain't nothin' like the street life
You better be strapped with your shank
Cause ain't no fist fight
So i guess i gots to handle mine
Since i did the crime, i gots to do my time

Chorus:

We run game in the ghetto
We gets high in the ghetto
We gets shot in the ghetto
You might get stuck in the ghetto
Lil' ghetto boy

Dr. dre:

Now i'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on swoll
Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money
That i be makin' soon as i touch them streets
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it ain't no thang to me
Cause now i'm what they call a loced ass o.g.
The little homies from the hood with grip
Are the ones i get with cause i'm down to set trip
Nigga, i'm bigger than you, so whatcha wanna do?
Didn't know he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin' behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and then i heard six caps
I fell to the ground with blood on my hands
I didn't understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I used to be the same way back
I guess that's what i get (for what?)
For tryin' to jack the little homies for they grip

Chorus

Snoop doggy dogg:

Somethin' for the real o.g.'s to get with
Some facts made our made
Now you runnin' but i'm played
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, i'm the smooth macadamian
Gamin'em for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you pack right
And learnin' just enough to keep your sack tight
Late nights, i wonder what they get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin' for?
Seven young g's put they serve down
In a g ride, eastside's where they swerve now
Not thinkin' about what's really goin' on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four years in the county
With nothin' but convicts around me
But now i'm back at the pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them ends you can make
Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to trip
Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip

Chorus

Lil' ghetto boy

That's the life of a g, i guess
The ghetto. x3

That's the life of a g
That's the life of a g, i guess
The ghetto. x3

That's the life of a g. the ghetto
That's the life of a g, i guess
The ghetto

[snoop dogg]
Yo dogg, niggas always asking me
"is the muthafuckin dpgc still together?"
Niggas gon ask me
"dogg ya'll still together, i heard ya'll broke up like the fat boys."
Nigga what, nigga this dogg pound for life nigga
We ain't going nowhere nigga
In matter of fact, you actin foolish right now with all that shit you kick
Nigga everywhere i go niggas be actin foolish
And uh, i'm a deal with that shit dpg style

[kurupt]
I'm a rider, the first local stock pilot
Now what the fuck made you think the dp divided
Moving on up to the top of the map
Because gangsta will be here till the curl comeback
I'm moving down to block d, me and my homies
The dogg pound would rock overseas, immense degrees
No bitch niggas in the circle
Beat a nigga in his face till his fuckin eyes turn purple

[daz dillinger]
I told myself watch out for my family and health
I got my shit together, got the gauge up shelf
Knowing the rules have chose to hang out with the dummies and fools
Old school poda dada that i knew from way back to school
Attitude shitty, kept it raw and gritty
Uncut, me and my dawgs fuckin it up
What up

[snoop dogg]
Fuckin it up, fuckin it up for life nigga, dogg pound, ya heard
If i hear another nigga talking about what he gon do, to who
To me and my crew, nigga the grey and the blue
You through, you knew you shouldn't have done that
Now how the fuck you figure that we wasn't gon comeback
The d, the p, the g to c
Westcoast's finest and i'm a put that on me
See niggas been rappin but they ain't sayin shit
Nigga shut the fuck up, get off my dick

Chorus
Don't be foolish x2

[daz]
Hook
You see you don't wanna fuck with us
Knowing how we throw it out, the sucka niggas want to imitate us
Cause all we wanna do is put the g right back in you
Yeah worry about your muthafuckin punk ass crew
And we keeps it gangsta fool, thats gangsta, keep it gangsta fool

[snoop dogg]
Trip, we got more dough than rock up, more niggas to lock up
You niggas need to strap up or pack up
See because this world we live in is crazy, and the people they so sick
See why i keeps it gangsta and i ride with the sickest clique
And when it comes to gun play, hell yeah we the quickest biach

[daz dillinger]
And oh my momma and my daddy, grandpapa and my granny
Homeboy you can't fuck with this

[kurupt]
Smooth when we come through
The dp when we come through the gangstas is in the house
And all you muthafuckin niggas and you muthafuckin bitches
Get a muthafuckin dick in your mouth
I'm a gangsta i thought you knew, g'd up, grey and blue
Dippin through on the coop, made you blue
Kurupt and snoop, daz in the muthafuckin bomb ass clique
We gangstas nigga, laid back thinkin i tell you how it is in the hood
Where all my homies at, straps in cadillacs
Hittin switches like e'yday, livin like the g way like e'yday, dpg-c

[daz]
Hook

[snoop dogg]
Chorus x4

Just bullshittin man this dude done told me the dogg pound broke up
Wait till i catch that nigga, i'm a beat him down
Wait till i, wait till i catch em
Dogg pound ain't gon never break up cause that's favorite group
They gon keep on commin out with albums
Wait till i catch this nigga, he lied to me
This did done tell me some stupid bullshit
Wait till i catch that muthafucker
Man don't be foolish and believe that shit
Shit man, don't be foolish
Don't be foolish, nigga

[snoop dogg]
Don't be foolish nigga, don't be foolish nigga.

[2pac]
Got me up against the fence, back against the wall
Get to actin like a fool, cause ain't no justice for the dog
Got to take it out on all y'all, better read the papers
All my homies goin crazy baby only god could save us
Got my, min on currency hurry see i ain't worried
It's a gangsta party, so bad boy gettin buried
Snoop dogg, why they fantasize? (fantasize)
When we ride, it's a must havin sets die, everytime

[snoop dogg]
*singing*
Yes yes y'all, not $hort but snoop dogg
And you know it's like that y'all
*rapping*
I'm so smooth about my paper check it just how it's done
I'm servin any on a platter snoop dogg corleone
Corleone, now do you know what that mean?
A teflon don to this hip-hop game, super supreme
It's like what happen can happen but will it stop
That won't happen i'm feelin good about the mission for jackin
*singing*
Aiyyo patnah, can you feel me?
Why these fools, tryin ta kill me?
*rapping*
It's so hard to stay focused on my eyes and prize
But if i don't, the dogg won't survive

[2pac]
We ballin in my opinion eternal was wild wheel spinnin
One sip a minute is represented for five minutes
Two of the livest wanted dead or alive
We riders inventers because we ain't quiet and watch the g's ride
Two of amerikkkaz most, straight out the west coast
Bow down fool, this is death row
Been waitin way too long, bust out the pen, now it's on
C'mon, snoop dogg, time to bone

[snoop dogg]
Ain't nuttin changed too down to hang i slang a bang with a rhyme
Me and the homey pac trippin death row on knobs
Gon survive by eastside of dpg'z
Still creepin bump through the hood, always involved in the streets
(westside!) snoop doggy dogg homey, did you forget who i was
The big homey to you, there it is and there it was...
Now take a look through the eyes of g
And just ride to the rhythm of a gangsta beat

[2pac]
All my homies tellin, me, ain't no love for a real g
You straight cowards all you playa haters kill me
Throw up your hands if you feel me
We gettin dollars homey holla if you hear me
It's one time for my comrades doin bad lockdown
Fresh out bust the top and bounce drop down
Can you visualize perfection?
Cause every rider in my set labelled a vet best in their profession
Don't hold your breath, stick to smith and wessun
Steady study your lessons to keep the crowd guessin

[snoop]
Straight gangsta, y'know?
Money to be made, situations get deeper
Niggaz always tryin ta creep
But i know what time it is

Gangstas, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, gangstas
Play or stay
Yeah, play or stay
Y'know? stay a gangsta
All my doggs, all my niggaz on lockdown, big dogg
It's for you nigga
We gonna ride this motherfucker til the wheels fall off
Yeah yeah
Play or stay
Yeah, play or stay
Yeah yeah, play or stay
Yeah yeah, death row!
Yeah yeah, my nigga 2pac rest in peace
Dogg pound
Dippin real hard y'knowhati'msayin?

Yeah yeah, stay down
Gangstas gangstas
Foe life, eastside!
Westside of the coast
Yeah, eastside!
Mmmm, for all my soldiers
Yeah
Where ya at?
Yeah

Y'know? yeah
Stay down
For real
Y'know? what it look like?
Mmm, what it feel like?
It ain't easy, y'know? death row

[dr. dre]
Niggers that i used to know and sell dope wit'
Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit,
And let me know what's up and they can blast on,
Thinkin' about the homeys that passed on.
Death row come to show you all the game at,
And show you how my label got the name that
So many wanna see me, and time is money,
But never in the p-e-n, yo.
Welcome back to viet nam, california.
Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me warn you.
Every motherfuckin minute you on the west side,
The best side, 20 niggers that just died.
Walkin' down the streets of l.a.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on this spot gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' like this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps peelin' back.
So creep when you in the c-p-t.
You catch heat from fuckin' with' the d-r-e.
I got my eyes on the shit unfolding.
And there ain't gonna be no trippin'
Cause they know the type of shit that i be holding.
If there's another word said,
I'll let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga.

Yeah, and you don't stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you don't stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop

[snoop dogg]
3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
Head away, sent away, get away snoop's got a gun,
And he's lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's time to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the streets with my khakis and my scars,
Nuts full of cavi and i'm headed for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, cause i'm fresh out,
But i got to make my green, and plus they all fiend
Follow me, they keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga that you know drop.
Another nigga out, but i doubt that you really give a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 pigs on a block with me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna knock with me,
A c-o-n-v-i-c-t, the motherfuckin' d-o-g, comin' from the l-b-c.
Look at what the doc brought in,
A chrome 38, a fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 10
So what you wanna do? (what you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the mothafuckin 22
So if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"

Yeah, and you don't stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you don't stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop

Splat to a motherfucker face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker cause he starts to crawl.
I guess i gots to load the glock again.
Hit 'im with the hollow points and watch him spin.
Fuck it, i had to do this quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the clip went click.
Tried to detect, but did not detect perfect
So i creep on that ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to stop from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a full six pack.
Relax, cause i'm about to take my respect.
I aimed the twelve gauge straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! boo-yaa! then i fade into the wind.
1-8-7 and it's on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip,
Niggas keep your hands on your motherfuckin' shit.

Yeah, and you don't stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you don't stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop...

[911 dispatch] 911, forty reporting
[woman] hello 911, help me, help me
[911 dispatch] what is your emergency
[woman] there's someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch] can you please run by your address for me
[woman] 151 shenedoah, shenendoah
[911 dispatch] ma'am where inside the house are you
[woman] (oh my god)
[911 dispatch] ma'am where inside the house are you
[woman] in my room, their in my room
[911 dispatch] ma'am calm down, deputies are on the way
Is the door locked
[woman] (shriek)
[911 dispatch] ma'am?

[2x] n n, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a

[ice cube]
(n n, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) what the fuck's up dre
[dr dre]
You tell me, you talk to ren
[mc ren]
Im right here nigga
(n n, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) release the hound
[snoop dogg]
Bow wow wow
Wha wha wha what what what, what

[ice cube]
I'm a nigga wit an attitude thanks to y'all
And i don't give a fuck i keep it gangsta y'all
I'ma ride for my side in the c.p.t.
God bless the memory of eazy-e
If it wadn't for me where the fuck you'd be?
Rappin like the treacherous three, fuckin cowards
I'd have seen dre rockin parties for hours
And i'd have seen ren fuckin bitches from howard
And i'd have seen snoop give away eddie bauer's
So fuck jerry heller and the white superpowers

[mc ren]
This the shit niggaz kill for
They hear the villain niggaz spittin' with them nigga flows
Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch ass niggaz too
Got something for you broke
These niggaz wearin' skirts like the pope
Who them niggaz that you love to get (us)
Who them niggaz that you fuckin' wit' (us)
Love the girl that weed and shit (what)
The saga continues, with the worlds most dangerous group
Four deep in the coup
(im a spill it)

[chorus]
I'ma smoke where i wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who i wanna choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where i wanna ride (fuck that)
Cause i'ma nigga 4 life, so i'ma nigga til i diz-ie
(n n, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
I'ma smoke where i wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who i wanna choke (fuck that)
(n n, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
I'ma ride where i wanna ride (fuck that)
Cause i'ma nigga 4 life, so i'ma motherfuckin nigga til i diz-ie

[dr dre]
A pencil, a pen, or a glock
Im the original, subliminal, subterranium
Titianium, criminal minded, swift
D-r-e with that fuck a bitch shit (fuck a biatch)
A couple o' notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat
You don't want the pistols to whistle
Candy paint impala
I make hoes pop collars

[snoop dogg]
God damn hoes, here we go again
Fuckin with ren, playin' to win
(he got the) coke in hand, (i got the) juice and gin
Same shit you was fuckin wit way back then
We keep it crackin' from the actin to the jackin
G'ed up c'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up
We all on deck fool so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me don't get wet

[ice cube]
Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots
Let's get together, make a record, why the fuck not?
[mc ren] why the fuck not?
[dr dre] why the fuck not?
[snoop dogg] why the fuck not?
[ice cube] cause i'm tight as the night
I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985

[snoop dogg]
(n n, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
Real niggaz, biatch, you know, ha hah

[ice cube]
We cause tragedy, erratically
Systematically, in your house without a key
How fucked up that'd be
Gat'll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery

[dr dre]
Assault and battery, cus we coming with that street mentality
Straight west coast rider academy
Concrete nigga, that's my reality
[snoop dogg] we tend to bus' on niggaz that get mad at me
[dr dre] was it a bitch in the mix
[snoop dogg] well it had to be

[dr dre]
Lying tricks told them dicks i had a key
Hoes make the world harder than it have to be
(yea thats right)

[chorus]
I'ma smoke where i wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who i wanna choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where i wanna ride (fuck that)
Cause i'ma nigga 4 life, so i'ma nigga til i diz-ie

I'ma smoke where i wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who i wanna choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where i wanna ride (fuck that)
Cause i'ma nigga 4 life, so i'ma motherfuckin nigga til i diz-ie

[6x] n n, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a

[snoop dogg talking]
Yeah. anotha dogg house production. my nigga meech roll it.
Wussup. we movin solo for the 9-9, 9-8, ya heard me?
Too many flees, too many bustaz. we doin this shit solo.
Dig it

[snoop talking]
Aiyyo soopafly, why don't you get work with one of them fly-ass remixes?
Dpg style...hahahaha...

[nate dogg]
Who's the man with the mic in haaand?
Who's the man with the masterlplaaan?
He goes by the name of snoop d-o-g
He play the mic and these bustas fleee

[verse 1, snoop]
It's a whole-nother day, i'm back up in ya
Snoop d-o double g, i representah
Been away for a while but y'all know
I'm still doggystylin on death row (you know!)
Got things locked down, sold up
So if you plan on comin out, fool hold up
This a stick up, get up
They got yo shiz on the shelf, oh mine's too
And guess who they gon pick up
Some fools think they know they hit, but they don't
Some m-a's escape, some won't
Bumpin' heads with bustas
Where you from? eastside, longbeach, represent 2-1
The homie just got paroled
And he got more stories than the highway patrol
Tellin me about the money suge knight stole
But don't let that leak cuz, fool i get swole
I see you're tryin to get in, to get out
Put me up on game tellin me who gon' jack me
But ever since i was a puppy til i was paroled
I never had no other dogg pullin on my phone

Chorus:
Say snoops upside ya head
Say snoops upside ya head (say what?)
Say snoops upside ya head
Say snoops upside ya head
Hold on, what's my name?
Snoop dogg! snoop dogg! (snoop...) x4

[verse 2, snoop]
I see these rappers in this game be doin way too much
Actin tough with this east-west coast stuff
See me, i'm all about my money man
I stay fly and dry
I don't get caught up in the rain
Cuz game (game) recognize game (game)
No matter where you from, we all can get dumb, insane
And turn the party out without a doubt
Unless you them fools who ain't got no clout
Lbc and beware of my crew
Cuz uh, we out there stuck on the crazy glue
Upside ya head like oops, snoop's the lick
That you hear them bumpin in the hoops
You can't afford it homeboy, this is finished
I represented from v-a to venice
So when it's timid and cold outside
Rely on the d-o dub to put the heat in yo life

Chorus.

Now bounce to this (snoop dogg!)
C-walk to this (snoop dogg!) yeah...
Now bounce to this (snoop dogg!) yeah...
C-walk to this (snoop dogg!) yeah...
Yeah...know what...

[verse 3, snoop]
It takes a whole lot, to be number one
I can't walk down the street without my gun
I can't trust these fools, fly, it ain't no fun
I'm sittin' up in court cuz somebody got done
What really counts is how the crowd bounce
Go home and say snoop rocked the partay
Nobody got killed, it's what got annouced
I guess they got a chance to see dr. bombay
But i keep my heat in case brothas get cold
Warm you up with the sheet, zip you up and roll
Now, doggystyle records is now official
I'm gettin paper out the plizate with my initials
Shippin weapons overseas, i'm makin g's
With who you might call enemies
But i, see nothin funny about makin money
Cuz uh, we all know it don't grow on trees
So i...
Gotta get what i gotta get when i ?shake?
I'm up early in the morning with the homie nate
Burning rubber down to get a new car
So don't get jealous when you see me in the double r

Chorus.

[outro, snoop]
Now just ride to this, uh, bounce to this, uh, c-walk to this
Uh, whoo-ride to this, uh, eastside to this, uh, westside to this
Uh, whoo-ride to this uh, get'cha bang up
Yeah, snoop dub, baby, yeah, snoop dub, baby
Yeah, uh, yeah, snoop's up, baby, yeah, all up in it
??? ??? ??? ???
Dpg playa
Remix!
Soopafly, you can call him ???
Not the trackmaster, but the sackmaster
You know!
Snoops upside ya head, say snoops upside ya head
Snoops upside ya head, say snoops upside ya head (snoop dogg! snoop dogg!)
Snoops upside ya head, say snoops upside ya head (snoop dogg! snoop dogg!)
Snoops upside ya head, say snoops upside ya head (snoop dogg! snoop dogg!)
Snoops upside ya head, say snoops upside ya head (snoop dogg! snoop dogg!)
(snoop dogg!)
(snoop dogg!)
Can ya have it?
(snoop dogg!)
And you all thought we fell off
(snoop dogg!)
??? ???? ??? ????
(snoop dogg!)
Takin it back to the hot spot
(snoop dogg!)
Gangsta rap, all day, every day!
(snoop dogg!)
G's up, you know the rest
(snoop dogg!)
Haha...

One, two, three and to the fo'
Snoop doggy dogg and dr. dre are at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
[cuase you know we 'bout had to rip shit up]

Gimme the microphone first, so i can bust like a bubble
Compton and long beach together, now you know you in trouble

Ain't nothin' but a g thang, baaaaabay!
Two loc'ed out g's so we're craaaaazay!
Death row is the label that paaaaays me!
Unfadable, so please don't try to fade this [hell yeah]

But, uh, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so i'm 'a let 'em understand
From a young g's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch i have ta' find a contraceptive
You never know she could be earnin' her man,
And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man
Now you know i ain't wit that shit, lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while i'm up in it
Now that's realer than real-deal holyfield
And now all you hookas and ho's know how i feel
Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom

Dr dre:

Well i'm peepin', and i'm creepin', and i'm creep-in'
But i damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this befo'
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that i kick
You know, and i know, i flow some ol funky shit
To add to my collection, the selection
Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke
If ya' do, ya' have no clue
O' what me and my homey snoop dogg came to do

It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those
So jus' chill, 'til the next episode

Snoop:

Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta' lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old batch o' collard greens
It's the capital s, oh yes, the fresh n double o p
D o double g y d o double g ya' see
Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' ho's and clockin' a grip like my name was dolomite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in a mood for some mothafuckin' g shit

So dre. [what up dogg?]
We gotta give 'em what dey want [what's that, g?]
We gotta break 'em off somethin' [hell yeah]
And it's gotta be bumpin' [city of compton!]

It's where it takes place so i'm a ask your attention
Mobbin like a mothafucka but i ain't lynchin
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin the sucka niggaz mumble
When i'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked
My mothafuckin homie doggy dogg has my back
Never let me slip, 'cause if i slip, then i'm slippin'
But if i got my nina, then you know i'm straight trippin'
And i'm a continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if your bitches talk shit, i have ta' put the smack down
Yeah, and ya' don't stop
I told you i'm just like a clock when i tick and i tock
But i'm never off, always on, 'til the break dawn
C o m p t o n, and the city they call long beach
Puttin' the strength together
Like my homey d.o.c., no one can do it better

Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those
So jus' chill, 'til the next episode

[dat nigga daz]

5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50, 55, 60, 65, 70, 75, 80, 85, 90, 95,
100, ready or not baby, here i come

Dat nigga daz struck a match and the match went out
But it wasn't no more lights in the motherfucking house
Speakin of house let's play a game of it
Is you wit it? hide and go get it, i betcha love it baby
I'll play the daddy and you can play the momma
So we can get down on the living room floor
Is ya wit it? i promise i won't kill it
Loose pussy on my dick, should i kill it? never! yes

[michel'le]
See back in the day when we used to play
You wanted to be with me [that's right]
Now that is so right and natural
No other man that i can see
I'm singin in my backgroun
Diggin up a hole for you to make your move
But no longer will i be told regroup
Let's play house

Chorus: snoop dogg, nate dogg

[snoop] [nate]
Engine engine number nine, let's play house
Rollin down the dp line.
(repeat 2x)
[michel'le] let's play house...
[michel'le] is that what you want me to do with you?
You play tha momma baby let's play house
I'll play the daddy
You can play the momma
And i'll play the daddy [michel'le] let's play house
You can play tha momma let's play house
And i'll be the daddy
And i'll be the daddy
That runs the house, straight up

[warren g]
Now you can call me pappy or you can call me daddy
I'm hitting 21st in the blue and grey caddie
I'm feeling like scrappy, or is it scooby doo
Cause i'm chilling with the motherfucking dogg pound crew
Now pass the bud to that nigga geezy weezy
So i can let you down easy
Some niggas tried to see what i see
Cock rocking with they bitches but they can't cock rock me

[kurupt]
G-dub, i know you know this bitch by tha name of danielle
Body of a goddess face from hell
But oh shit, this wasn't the average bitch
Her coochie was cavi and she liked gobbling dicks
And i got a whole nine and a half on that black ass
Groupie, now all the hoochies wanna do me from the past
To the present (say what?) let me rep and present
(who dat?) the biggest nigga hittin all the hoes in your click
Fast as lightning running through like the breeze
In the summertime out on the corner making g's
It's the thirst, but i can show something much worse
Than the thirst, so pack your bitch ate my dick first
But first things first
Brenda, i can remember
How hot these hoes can get, eighty-seven, eighty-six, yeah
The year a young man grows
Fatal mistakes sprung over hazel-eyed hoes
Bitches ain't shit but them hoes and tricks
And that's all i can think of to describe a bitch

[michel'le]
If you wanna be wit me, stay wit me, play wit me
Come kurupt, and step to me
My, sweet, baby

[nate dogg]
Let's play house, let's play house, let's play house
Let's play house, let's play house

Repeat many times

[michel'le] (singing in her famous high pitch)
Daz and kurupt, is that what you wanna do? you wanna play house? (keep it cool, yo) well i ain't got no time. (well you mean what me and nate dogg doin.) so what you wanna do? (yeah, michel'le on the track, hey. background they funking it up. ya'll don't know what the real is.) let's get it right. you wanna play house, you wanna play? is that what you wanna play. come down. you can't leave me. i won't take no more lies, yeah. there's something in my heart. hey. i'm still nicety. yeah. (leave that shit on, it's the bomb.)

Hustlas, ballers, players
Yeah, uh
The father figure
It don't stop, it don't stop
Uh, it don't stop
One love, one love

[j.t. the bigga figga]
I was raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, i be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from cousin, let me sport his gold
And i was told to put it down, and keep it real
Like 3x krazy young player about the scrill
In this california lifestyle that i live
Them playas is havin money man in plushed out cribs
Survivin in the city is a serious task
Didn't know the (?) wanted, didn't have time to ask
Cuz i'm bout it bout it like the tru
One love to real hustlers, straight dollars for two

[hook:]
Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers too
Baby youngsters wanna be like you
You're the father figure of today
We need to find a better way

[j.t. the bigga figga]
We at the afterparty chillin cuz we ain't no punks
Some cats is in the back with macks and gold fronts
With sacks they post up, you know we be watchin
Thinkin they got it crankin, playa we got it poppin
Now bitin over dirty work, that ain't cool
With cats in drop 'vettes in mobs and old schools
We rob them old fools, won't you amount your scratch
Respect them young g's, they the ones that's strapped, ya know

[snoop doggy dogg]
Dogg pound, that's the sound, check around, we hold it down
It's the super duper, yes the snoop-a
Comin through, in all gray and blue
Kickin the game to the playas from the bay
All over the world and out the uk
Everybody around they love snoop d-o double to the g
Cuz i'm what they love, you see
I'll break em, shake em and i make em and i take em
To the whale, leave em in a spell
And i got a little story to tell
For all my homies that's locked up in jail
I kick it to ya give it to ya for real
Cuz i know y'all dealin with the reals every day and
To get killed ain't nothin to laugh about
But some niggas goin out so sideways make me wanna get me a
Bulletproof
Hoo ride and slide around town in
But yet and still, if i get peeled
My niggas gon ride forver and that's real
Ain't no stoppin we ain't coppin no pleas
We spit game for all the real g's
Feel up the (?) they love to have it
They love to take it to the dome, yeah it's on

[j.t. the bigga figga]
Meanwhile back in the lab
Paper was gettin stacked, hatas was gettin mad
Confidential information exchanged up on the regular
One dead head, two steps a my competitor
Catch em slippin cuz they just been bought
Got directions to the house and the keys to the vault
Well let me open up this bundle of money, each off a half
Pullin capers with cousin snoop, kurrupt and young daz
In for the cash
Man this gang is thick
If one caught up in the track we can all get sick
And have em shook
The four o crook didn't leave a clue
Snoop d-o double g tell em what you gon do

[snoop doggy dogg] (both)
I'll keep doin what i'm gon do
With my (nigga j.t.) the bigga figga, that's my nigga
Representin (frisco, in case you didn't know)
(we blow by like jerry rice
Come back with styles that are oh so nice)
Snoop d-o double to the g from the lbc
You gots to have (cash) to make it these days
You could make it at least a hundred different (ways)
I go the man and i get a (8 track)
Make me a beat, (smoke me a sack)
Roll up some fat ass uh uh uh
Blaze with my homies and it's (on like that y'all)

[hook] x 3