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[warren g]
Well it's the dub-a double r-e-n
Power 106 in the mix again
It's the dogghouse servin 48
So grab your gin and bounce rock skates

[snoop dogg]
What's up with you warren g ?
Everything on me, it's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg
Everything is everything in the lbc
Grass green in the douce lookin way too ???

[warren g]
Well homie ain't no limit to what you do
You got the longbeach malician ride with you
So we gonna ??? on every block
So you better run and grab your glock
Cause i'm lookin for you and i'm lookin for you
And when i snatch your ass, your ass is trough

[snoop dogg]
I had my show for a minute
My hands all in it
Now everybody wanna know what's up with me and no limit
Hellyeah i get paid with the homie master p
And i never forget where i'm from; g-dub

[warren g]
Well i'm gonna get it
And i'm gonna spit it
Weither there is no limit or g-funk
All the homies is with it

[snoop dogg]
The sky is all grey and i'm drinkin brew
We're 3 million deep and i'm the leader of the crew
Ask kurupt he got game like coopie(?)
I ain't nothing but a playa, that's what your mamma told me
When you're all alone and you're sitting at home
And you feel like hollaring at the dogg on the phone
Never hesitate to call 411845059
Gangsta's ride ??? ??? drank
Hitting on the chronic as a ??? smash the sun
Feels good to be a westcoast representer
A long way from me on the tv dinner(?)
Got my own show like jerry springer
And it's quite off the hook, in fact it's off the ???
So l-o-c's and d-o-g's: 310 714 213, we out

[chorus, snoop dogg]
When you're at home
And you're alone
Tune in to doggy's station
When you're at home
And you're alone
Tune in to doggy's station

[snoop dogg]
Yeah wassup my nigga?
I'm sittin here chillin with my nigga kurupt and we sayin
I mean it ain't no hard motherfuckin whiteboys in the rap game dog
You know? no disrespect (that's right)
That nigga slim shady is tight than a muh'fucka though (yeah that's true)
But we want a nigga to come with some gangsta shit
You feel me?

[t-bo]
I went from rags to riches, to hittin these hoes and switches
Duckin snitches, and these money hungry bitches
So you want a dollar? well baby i can't holla
You ain't gettin shit, from the break a bitch scowlin scowlin
Not even a penny, homegirl you ain't gettin any
Oh by the way... you're too fuckin skinny
Why don't you go weep, and wash your stankin ass feet
While my vogues burn, up and down the street
Eatin steak and shrimp, got my name on a blimp
Walk with a limp, cause i'm a motherfuckin pimp
My diamonds is blindin yeah candy paint out shinin
Got yo' bitch chasin me, while yo' old lady two-timin
Whether you mobbin in buckets, or roll in a benz
Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, seperate yo' foes from yo' friends
Fuckin models, drinkin alize by the bottles
Eleven hundred ??, and my hand's on the throttle

Chorus: snoop dogg (paraphrasing masta ase "jeep ass niguh") 2x

White boy, white boy, turn that shit down
You know that america ain't ready for the sound
From dem white boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz)
White boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz)

[snoop dogg]
I'm high 'n a motherfucker, perv on the curve
Fuckin with this white boy, slangin my herb
D.p.g. to the fullest young cuz
My homeboy ricky said, "show me some love!"
He got the club with this fool named t-bo
From the dirty south, gold's in his mouth, my peoples
All of my homies from the l.b.c.
All my white homies who smoke with me
Sell me bud on the weekdays cause
This shit's for y'all, from me and my doggz
If you don't know you do know t-bo my new dog
Fuck what you goin through, we bout to fuck it up y'all

Chorus: t-bo says first line with snoop (1x only)

[t-bo]
You know who i wanna be, that white boy, that everybody talk about
The one that's tearin up shows, fuckin these hoes, representin the south
Eyes bare-ly open, laid back in the cadillac tokin
Them hoes talkin bout ridin with me and snoop the bitches must be jokin
Toke smoke, up the block and glock stay cocked so you must get busted
And my city's hotter than a corner full of hustlers
Twelve slappin, trunk rattlin, and when you yappin we in a gun battle
When you talkin the talk, we walkin the walk
So stay in yo' house when after dark
We bark and we bite, ??
Knuckle up in the club to push and shove til everybody starts to fightin
You might think the shit's funny, but fool we ain't actin
You bout that yappin? we bout that action and scratchin
Playin for keeps, screamin take it to the streets
Camouflaged down, with them soles on my feet
And up in the club, thugs push and they shove
And you won't know who's a killer, so you betta watch who you mug

[snoop dogg]
Bitch get your mind right, get your mind right
Bitch get your mind right, get your mind right
Yeah, white boyz up in the motherfucker
My nigga t-bo!

Chorus

[snoop dogg]
Yeah that shit funky dog
That's what i'm talkin bout
My nigga t-bo, dirty south all up in this bitch
(we no limit soldiers, we no limit soldiers)
Yeah, dogghouse production
Dogghouse wreckin, bow wow
(white white white white white boyz)
That's how we doin it for the nine-nine
White boyz, yeah we fuckin with whiteboys in ninety-nine
Cause they fuckin with us
It's a game of death

Chorus

[technic]
By dawn's early light
I shine brighter than the stars in the night
I'm bout ready for a fight
Come through and i've consumed enough juice
To cut loose and throw a mike to the moon
Since i'm the sun
I'll make you one, it's all for fun
I'm torching hot and all the same
From playing war games with saddam hussein
Now who's sane? i'm insane
My membrane's on cold grown
The tempature's rising, fry the cells in your dome
It might be on
And if you think so, you know me
It's tech the pony
The doggfather's little homey

[snoop doggy dogg]
Ain't that something
How i got little homeys now
I remember when i was just a little bow wow
Writing for my rep
Calling fore i step
Now i put niggas in the game just to stay on deck
High profile but my style low pro
Top dogg on the row, doggystyle ceo
And i blow the best indo
That you know of
So when i'm in your town
Dip down, and show love
You know what? what's up
Shit, i'm feeling good now
You better come and get me before i fall into a freestyle

[technic]
They say what's a rapper
Well nigga, what's an emcee
If they don't got the skills, then they don't roll with me
Ain't that the truth
I'm bulletproof off the roof
I got a mic and a fix
That'll jack you for your chips
I'm out for rep
But how long will it last
I'm coming up quick, cause broke niggas need cash
At last, i'm at the top so i maintain now
Gotta bang now
Nigga, this doggystle

[snoop doggy dogg]
All she ever wanted was a small time dub thang
Got my homey caught up in the coke game, dope game
He so sprung, on top of that he young
He's only thirteen years old and the world's so cold
He never took the time out to fall down on his knees
Until he fucked his gee, got some keys
Now they enemies
The niggas he grew up with
They put him in the game
Now they bout to take him out the game
Man, it's a shame, but you know how that shit go
That's life in the fast lane, so that's where i roll soop

[soopafly]
I'd rather not get shot
I'd rather sit in the studio and rock spots
Dogg pound, doggystyle, we're one big family
It's all dpg (dpg)
I got a gee on the best bomb money can buy
I ain't out for no homey's sides, i'm out to survive
Dogg pound, doggystyle, one big family
It's all dpg (dpg)

[technic]
Niggas and hoes will try to get you twisted
But i'm unlisted in the books
You base your life on that, you might get your life took
Put me in the game, i'm riding hard till i win
Serve a crew, kill a few niggas till the end
I mean, i'm a fiend for superior green
And all my life i got advice from a superior team
I gotta stay away from the cash see
Don't get blasted
Tell my kids how i lasted
My crew's mafiosos
So my philoso-
Phy is to gee till the day i d-i-e

Midnight love, midnight love, midnight love, midnight love, ohhhhh

(chorus: raphael saadiq)

Midnight love
Troubles plots on thee mind
Midnight love
Leave your back door open
Midnight love
This heaven's ready for me
Midnight love
Back door little druggie's callin for you

[snoop]
I'm makin things cappin fast
Ain't no need to wait around for what never seems to come along
Face lookin stupid broke startin
Feelin dumb, i'm young but i'm a grown man
Takin thangs into my own hands
I'm tryin to own here
But life a twist ya like a twister
Get twisted with this
It seems on but its off
I keep missin this shit
I'm high but i try, to stay focused wide out
Lookin dead at the chips
I blink they dip
Its hard to hang on but i can't let go
Smokin on my last breath
Blow out life whats left is death
Now i can go on or i can g or make a right
Whatever way that i turn its still death after life
It dont discourage me, i ain't got nuthin to lose
But some punks that probably never turn the money to burn
But i learn cuz i see, and i earn cuz i g
But these problems probably havin niggaz prayin to see
At an early age so at an early stage in life
I chose to get my ish tight ya gotta struggle and fight
It cost an arm and a leg just to live on your knees
And i'm tryin to keep my sanity god help me please

(chorus)

Mischeavius and devious is how my life was
Puttin the serve down for cabbage just to keep the niggaz buzzed
Some of the money makin muthafuckaz from the other side
Was thinkin about a jack move tryin to whoo-ride
Gettin jealous cuz my music got this rap game sewn up
Them niggaz wanna trip whatever back they get blowed up
Blown up or not you can still get shot
You dont never play those muthafuckaz i'll always not
Rule number one, pay attention to this shit
Dont be fuckin wit my niggaz on the midnight shift
Shit shiggy shack, gettin it on, to the break of dawn
Now he's known for servin more than an oz. so
He's got a 187 on his muthafuckin chest
A strap in his lap and a bulletproof vest
He's lookin for the music from the night before
Trouble 1, he layin low all in gettin that dough

(chorus)

[daz]
Now its all about the dollars
Impalas that bounce
Havin cars and bitches on a proper amount
Caught a million chillin
Robbin banks for many muthaz son
Life and darkness
We all get it started, cold hearted
All around it my life won't change for the good
As soon as i walk out the door, i'm called by the hood
Daz, would you come and ride for me,
Hey yo daz would you soldier would you would you and die for me
The tradition's got a lot of niggaz killin for dumb shit
The ogs think then brung guns to control shit
Every midnight i be loaded, high as a kite
Besides with the drama the dog fight street fight
And a lot a mob puttin on mo
Problems solved, but revolved whatever with a fo-fo
But sure i did the record blast five times
254 sentence to jail time


Midnight love
I've been walkin the street
Midnight love
I put my life on the line
Midnight love
Cuz i've just gotta be me
Midnight love

(chorus)

[nate] (in the background)
Shit don't stop because the game don't wait
Game don't wait
Hits don't stop because the game don't wait
Shit don't stop because the game don't wait
Game don't wait

[snoop] (talking)
Damn, g, i come to find out, all these years, man, that the game won't wait, no matter who you are, where you are, or how you, the game won't wait. it's a cold thing, but it's a cold game. you know how it is

[nate] (chorus)
Game don't wait (the game, the game)
Game don't wait (the game don't wait for nobody)
Repeat 2x

[snoop]
Now all i see is we, the lbc's, 213's, g's and please
And the reason the season, the click's off the heezy
Mr. warren geezy, gots to make it easy, for snoop deezy
To come back and drop raps that make snaps so easy
The most hunted and most wanted
With a pocket full of hundred, you know how we run it (you know)

[warren g]
Snoop d oop pass the m i c, anticipation, 213
Uh, we contemplate and regulate
Now we got the game tight, there's money to make
The game won't wait but you can wait for the game
World wide tour with skirts screaming our name

(the shit don't stop cause the game don't change
All we gonna do is maintain)

[nate dogg]
The hits don't stop because the don't wait
I got no time for no demonstrate
I gotta go out and buy some brand new clothes
Change my socks, they'll reveal my soul
The hits don't stop because the don't wait
Girls don't stop because the dick is straight
Let me teach what i already know
The hits don't stop so it's time i go

(chorus)

[warren g]
Now it's the second time around, ain't no phonies or fakes
Let me holler at you, trying to snake my stakes
You older than me, you say og
You almost forty, trying to stay young and sporty
Sports you romeos'll stay in your place
Before you see all-stars ride up in your face

[snoop]
Youngster never bite the hand that feeds you
Proceed to give back to your folks and loc's that need you
We do (we do) we always keep it on the true
213 that's the name of the crew
It's true that dirt i did as kid got me caught up
But i was brought up with the mo of the deal
So for your info
Youngster, i been doing this before i hit the radi-izzo
Snoop deezy is off the heezy
So you can make mine extra cheesy
The crews a twist cause it consists of
Three riders, westsiders, one love

(the shit don't stop cause the game don't change
All we ever wanted was a small time mansion)

(chorus to fade)

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...

[kurupt]
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cock
My dick kinda limp so i cruise around the block
Call my cousin snoop as i swoop in the coupe
Stop by my homey dru house to puff on the loop
Seen my little homey style who i ain't seen in a while
Damn near gone, floatin on cloud one-nine
Liquor sto', so i grab some mixed gin and juice
Got a quarter pound of bud so i'm fucked up two
Seven, eight, nine ten eleven twelve
Bailed back in the crib (for what?) because i'm all-in
Conversated then i dug the hoe out
I fixed me some food, then go the hell out
Two a.m. on the dizot, i pause and i stizop
I reminisce on that ass that i rizocked
Now i'm high as a kite
Yeahh, and i'm feelin alright
Four a.m. as i stoll back to my crib
To see what's with my woman and my newborn kid

[snoop doggy dogg]
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
We do this everyday about the same time, beyotch!

[nate dogg]
I was at the park one day, that's when i saw her face
She looked kind of cavi to me
But when i take her home, and tap that ass i'm gone
I'm just a dog don't blame me

[snoop doggy dogg]
Now do i love them hoes? (hell naw!)
And why is that? (because you're snoop doggy dogg!)
(and you never gave a fuck about a bitch;
Cause to you, bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks)
Ha hah, dee dee dadi dadi dah
Listen to the sounds from my nigga doggy dogg
Slidin through the city in the rag six-fo'
Hoppin like a motherfucker tryin to find a hoe
Hittin all the spots but i'm comin up blank
I'm headed to the liquor store to get myself some drank
Parks my ride as i, steps inside, as i
Puts my nine double-m to my side, as i
Continue with my mission
Pussy is my dish and i'm fishin, wishin
Upon a star, to come up on some ends
But she caviar, and i let her bet her pussy
So i can get my pimp on
Cause my pen gets my pimp on from g to ozone

[big pimpin]
I have pimped my pen, on cold michigan nights
And the bitch didn't freeze up on me, when i wanted her to write it
I have pimped my pen in the hot california sun
And the bitch didn't drip, smell, or run
As she turned the trick pages, from looseleaf to zig-zags
I have pimped my pen and she is number one in my stable
For i have yet not got a refill, for her
I love her that's why she keeps, performing for me
I have pimped my pen... and she is number one, in my stable
Pleasure, is the treasure that the girl sells all day
Pleasure is the reason that she brings daddy his cash
Dedicated the hoe, dedicate for sure
Dripping willows on satin pillows
Love is being checked, from a hoe
Dead presidents still getting their fuck on
I'm so happy because ain't nothing like a lollipop
That gets sucked, all day long
A tangy, little candy drop
I love it when she brings me the pay
Dedicated like everyday... to the sunshine
Yeah my hoe brings me mine
For like she says she does
And i believed her when i accept it
Yeah i got pimp bones in my body
And i rock them, like la-di-da-di
I rock them, mighty hardy, like la-di-da-di
I got pimp bones in my body

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

[kurupt]
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin a gang of dicks
It don't matter what you do or say
Cause bitch you can't change my feelings no way
I been across the whole u.s.a.
Same ol' hoes on different days
Just ask my big homeboy snoop de snoop
Bitch you ain't cute, with all that (woop de woop)
I might just rock ya, i ain't afraid to blast
I might rock a fella like dame and dash
Grip the heater and slap your ass
Cock it back, automatic clap your ass
Now this is how a gangster mash out
The homies in the coupe, me and snoop in the glass house
Bouncin (bouncin) bouncin (swervin)
Blaze up a whole ounce and get the ramen with the cotton candy

Chorus: snoop

Yeah, and all my niggaz say... ride, ride on
Yeah, and all the honies say... ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say... ride on
Yeah, and all the robbers say... ride on (can't get caught up)
(repeat 2x except last line)

[snoop doggy dogg]
I'm out to paper count the paper bump some bitches and move
I take a trip with my click on a three day cruise
Spank the corner in the fo', sittin low gettin low
Now we headed to the sto' in the fo', hoes holler
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin in my blue impala
They say snoop dogg is a fool, cause he got the bitches
And the little homey sellin weed up outta high school
I never ever break the law, i just bend it
Keep everything splendid, that's how i intend it
Class is in session, you might get suspended (shhhh)
If you don't shut the fuck up and listen for a minute
I been in it for life, with two kids and a wife
With no tattooes just stress and stripes, so
I'ma do what i feel and do what i like
But i won't go to sleep without my heater at night (ride on)

Chorus

[kurupt]
Nigga gimme erything you got, from your hat
To your contacts, t-shirt to your socks
Dogg pound affiliate? hell naw nigga
Certified branded cedar paul nigga
Mashin, grey and, blue all day
All night all heated with heaters, mac-11's
Nine millimeters, whattup big nate
I got a bitch that gobble up dicks like steak
She lives upstate, and i don't think
Near a one of those bitches is proper, stash the chopper
Dpology (dpg) but first call snoop
Whattup big homey niggaz with the swoop
The homey jumps in whips out the four pound
When we get there, we shakin all motherfucker down
It's what i had in mind, let's get paid
Hit the spot just like a raid one of the homies got a gauge
Come on

Chorus

[snoop doggy dogg]
Let me holler at y'all for a minute man
I mean this game is gettin real deep
We got niggaz that be misrepresentin
I mean, motherfuckers you know thinkin that dpg
Is a motherfuckin football game or a football team or somethin
Niggaz walkin on and shit like they free agents
And just leavin when they want to
Nigga this ain't no game, this is a motherfuckin way of life
Dpgc, dogg pound gangsta... nigga!
The fuck wrong with these niggaz man?
Niggaz be straight tryin to put they little twist down (holla at em)
But you know we tryin to stay two steps ahead of the game baby, y'know?
Let me holler at y'all for a minute, especially you

You done stepped in some dogg shit, check your shoes
Nigga this ain't hollywood, the house of blues
It's the dogg house, so regroup your troops
And tell em... it's kurupt and snoop
Fuck your crew it's on i take your brome
It's don corleone in the chronic zone
I turn your dubs into nickels, while i'm chillin
I melt your rhymes into icicles, while i'm killin
Sell em, i tell em, kurupt, what's up
I know you feel like, givin it up
We can't stop, won't stop, what foe
Cause every other day another nigga tryin to pull a dulo
You know, when i was fuckin with the hood
It was all bad, thought it was all good
A nigga had to take a breather
Now i'm living single, like khadijah, cause they'll squeeze ya
Fuck a feeding fish, i put my dick in your bitch
And make a wish, ha hah
Nigga that's gangsta shit, with the gangsta twist
Yeah, dogg pound gangsta...

(snoop dogg)


S-n,double o p, mutha fuccaz no me,
Locc'ed up n smoked up,me n goldie loc awayz bangin,war taggin,
Cakis saggin if u yall niggaz leave me hanging,ha-ha-ha-ha-haaah!,
St8 crippin n dippin tha bloods in tha blood, driped outed n they flood,
Do double g,dpgc,lbc,yall know me.

(goldie loc)
Hey locc im representing, ill stump you in tha mud,
Fucc tha vicelords n them crooked ass bloods,
Its easy 2 kill a slob,me n my crip mob,
Lbc how we roll.muthafuccaz.

(tray dee)
Im locc'n it up wit tha loocs,
Pop-pop- gun smoke roccin blu,gray n white
Its a full moon tonight dpgc,
Some slobs wanna fight,pull out tha gat n send niggaz to gangsta city
Sho no pity,when i die.qb,lbc.dpg.loc.

[jermaine dupri]
Uhh, whatchu wanna do? sosodef
You wanna get down? (ah get down, get down)
Whatchu wanna do? (ah get down, get down)
Said you wanna get down? (we got snoop dogg, in the house tonight)
Whatchu wanna do? (with the homeboy jd)
You wanna get down? (ah get down, get down)
Whatchu wanna do? (ahh ha ha)
Yeah, now check this out

Now, everywhere i go
They wanna see don-che-che-o
Yes obsessed with soso all my dough
How the jewelry glow and the cristi' flow
Ain't no secret i sleep with freaky
Premium bush when i push they push
And after we push i leave her
Cause i don't love her

[snoop doggy dogg]
Ha ha, and me neither
A-b-c-d-p-g-c
Who could it be, it's the d-o-double-g
Known for the bone and the chrome on the d's
Gold credit card backyard full of green trees (what?)
Breeze through the summer in a hummer wit tint
Or dip in the low-low but that's just for promo
Never leave me alone, without the dough doe
I'm soso cold but y'all didn't know doe

Chorus: jermaine dupri

Whatchu wanna do? said you wanna get down? (repeat 4x)
3x: singer starts singing "get down on it" 2x
And snoop says 'we have snoop dogg in the house tonight
With the homeboy jd'
4x: singers sings "get down on it, cause we just wanna party with you"
And snoop says 'ah get down, since you wanna get down'

[snoop doggy dogg]
To be a high roller, you need a pistola
And about a half a key of some coca-cola
Now that i got older, i got a little colder
And i don't trip to get a chip off my [nigga's] shoulder
Mad dreams, of a gangsta being like cagney
Or bogey but snoop doggy
Ain't no follower, man i'ma general
So when i put it down i gots to be so original
I'm quick to bust just like daz dillinger
But that's the little homey and i'm the big homey snoop don corleone
Spittin it, hittin it, while i'm gettin that
Bout it, bout it, and happy to shout out, mmm
I dissapear 'fore the game get crowded
Take a trip overseas to the west indies, freeze
Jd (uh-huh), music please

[jermaine dupri]
I get goosebumps when the bassline thumps
So fat, call me professor clump
Ain't nuttin on the low about me i floss
And no there's none of these [hoes] son what i toss
On the track better bring chips cause i cost
Million dollar company [fuck it] i'm the boss
I don't sit back and watch i go for it
Different colored drops on the car port, who's short?

Chorus

[snoop doggy dogg]
Khakis on my leg, lugz on my feet
I'm walkin up the street while boppin my feet
I'm fresh off the bus from memphis, tennessee
Head still spinnin from the coke and hennesee
Sit down on it, nah, get down on it
It really don't matter cause you want it, dogg-gonit
Cuz, you must was buzzed
When you was bumpin your gums, who you thought i was?
But look, i ain't even trippin right now
It's like that there, bow, wow
So many styles i could flip em like a file
Pop my drop top and let the beat rock
Dip through, course you do, miss you
But back to the issue, i wish you
Stop tryin to clown the pid-ound
Cause you don't really wanna get down

Chorus

[singer]
All we wanna do is make you dance
No standing on the wall
[jd] get your back up off the wall, c'mon
All we wanna do is make you dance
No standing on the wall
[jd] get your back up off the wall
Cause i heard all my [niggaz say
You know it
[jd] uh-huh
When your dancing yeah
[jd] that's right
You show it
[jd] uh-huh
When you move move move
[jd] yeah
You know it
[jd] do you wanna dance? come with me and dance
When your dancing yeah
You show it
[jd] do you wanna move? i'ma make you move
When you move move move
[jd] come with me, yeah yeah, we gon let the beat go on like this
Do i wanna dance? i'ma make your dance
Do y'all wanna move? i'ma make you move...

[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

Yeah, hell yeah, knowhati'msayin, yeah

Verse one: dre

Mista busta, where the fuck ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so i know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now i wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
Make you bow down to the row
Fuckin me, now i'm fuckin you, little ho
Oh, don't think i forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah it's me so i'ma talk on
Stompin on the 'eazy'est streets that you can walk on
So strap on your compton hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and stay low-key
B.g. cause you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must that i fuck wit you

Break one: dre

Yeah, that's what the fuck i'm talkin about
We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You knowhati'msayin, punk motherfucker
**we want eazy, we want eazy**

Verse two: snoop doggy dogg

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy dogg's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death row's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
Play, with my bone with ya jimmy
It seems like you're good for makin jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was the 'frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, i'm talkin about you and me
Toe to toe, tim m-u-t
Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious
And them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootylicious
You get with doggy dogg oh is he crazy?
With ya mama and your daddy hollin' bay-bee
So won't they let you know
That if you fuck with dre nigga you're fuckin wit death row
And i ain't even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beotch

Break two:

Yeah nigga, compton and long beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin crranium cracked nigga
Step on up. now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty d-r. yeahhh, motherfucker!

Verse three: dre and snoop

Now understand this my nigga dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin over, so luke's gettin fucked, busta
Musta, thought i was sleazy
Or though i was a mark cause i used to hang with eazy
Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke
Ay yo dre, whattup, check this nigga off loc
If it ain't another ho that i gots ta fuck with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya onstage rappin at your wack-ass concerts
And i'ma snatch your ass from the backside
To show you how death row pull off that whoride
Now you might not understand me
Cause i'ma rob you in compton and blast you in miami
Then we gon creep to south central
On a street knowledge mission, as i steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as i pulls out my strap
Got my chrome to the side of his white sox hat
You tryin to check my homey, you better check yo self
Cause when you diss dre you diss yourself, motherfucker

Outtro

Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. dre, dropin chronic once again
It don't stop, punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
Doggy dogg in the motherfuckin house
Long beach in the motherfuckin house
Compton style nigga, straight up, really doe
Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like
Youknowhati'msayin?
All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dick
Yeah, eazy-e eazy-e eazy-e can eat a big fat dick
Tim dog can eat a big fat dick
Luke, can eat a fat dick
Yeah

[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...

(voice)
Ha, ha
What is an m.c.?
If he can't rap
What is a d.j.?
If he can't scratch
Don't worry about a thing cause my niggas goin' do it all just like that

(hook)x3
Boom, boom, boom...boom
Ahhh, bend over, bend over

Indeed i am
Flossy like gangsta shit
I got pounds of weed and keys
Sittin' on g's
Catch a breeze
When i ride by high
Sittin' on tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper piece
Bustin' rocks and glocks
And gettin ghost from the police,
No peace
So, he gets served with no concern
To who gets burned and one day they'll learn
Not to be fuckin' with the nigga
Buckin' with the trigga
Nothing you could figga
Could help you escape
>from this mind state
That i create young nigga
Yeah! and it's just like that

(snoop)x2
L.b.c. out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom...boom
My rearview mirror's vibratin' cause my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom...boom

(soopafly)
Now i rock
Some will talk
It don't stop
When that funk shit drops
To make your shit go pop
Now let that beat ride
In your 'g ride
We gettin' me right
Hittin' with that dogg pound "c" life
Now its i, with that stylish flow
So niggas step back or heads get cracked
And i won't let back
Who coming with that gangsta shit
The shit that only gangsta's get gangsta with
Now quick to bust your ass like the cop
Waiting, debating for my ass to flip flop
But i don't flop
I just flip the script
When i did and set trip
Keep the clip close to my hip
And don't say shit
When i blast
I done told your ass
Slow the fuck on down
Dogg pound, motherfucker

(snoop)x2
Boom, and you know that
D.p.g's out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom...boom
My rearview mirror's vibrating and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom...boom

(hershey loc?)
>from the archives
I arise off the long beach streets
Will be comlete to the do is done to all that competes
Don't be alarmed as i swarm through
I warned you and your crew see wax
So, what's that?
A known fact
Battle that the habitat our men is deadly
You can get diluted
Or depends on where your head be
Striving for what your in for
And for your info mo' flow
Than the tightest nigga flowed in ninety-four
So, stand and deliver
Watch nigga's shiver
Quiver in they boots
As i mob with my troops
Through the east
Where the phonies get deleted
Be seated, and all the g's i know
Stay heated

(tray deee)
See i was born to be known as a thug and theif
So anyone with beef
I gotta slug to sleep
Peep, i'm not no nigga
Figga' he can come up
By getting a job so i mob
Not givin' a fuck
I'm the drama
Mama warned all they kids about
I mash up strapped
Get my dibs n' out
Hustler musn't trustin' a gat
To keep me fat, seeking victims
Pick 'em and then i stick them in track
My heat black
With the cereal number scratched out
Don't wear a glass shield but
You'll still be assed out
I'm mr. tray deee
And since they say "g" as my title
My method mainly homicidal

(snoop)x3
Boom, yeah, and you know that
2-1 out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom...boom
My rearview mirror vibrating cause my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom...boom

(tupac)
Ha, ha, ha
Could it be
My history living g like
Enemies that wanna see me
Would it be like
Picture me practicing perfection
Now hit the deck
Playa haters gettin' chin checked
When i hit the set
Watch how they fall
When i buck 'em all
We outlaw, westside
Playa, touch 'em all
I buck them all
Then remain ballin'
Out the moon
With my glock cocked
Shot calling
Brothers fall then they crawl
And they beg for they life
Should of never tried to rush me
Your dead here tonight
This is thug life
Go tell them busta's
Up at bad boy records
That tricks got a big mouth
Busta better check it
I can see it plain as day
This game i play wide open
I pull the trigga
Dead figga with his eyes open
His pride broke
And i tried smoking
But, bailed out
Soon as they left me at the jail house
Mobbin' in my...

(snoop)
Yeah, and you know that
Death row out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom...boom
Outlaw out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom...boom
My rearview mirrors vibrating and my speakers go
D.p.g out the moon and you know that

[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...

Intro: (*guy talking*)

(i'ma say this and i'ma gettin mine. if you ain't down for the africans
Here in the united states, period point blank. if you ain't down for the
Ones that suffer in south africa from apartheid and shit. devil you need to
Step your punk ass to the side and let us brothers and us africans step in
And start puttin some funk in that ass)

Hook:

Break em off sometin (x8)

Chorus:

I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why
But livin in the city it's do-or-die
*repeat*

Verse 1: dat nigga daz

They wonder where me bailin and don't really understand
The reason why they take me life and me ???? hand
Me not out for peace and me not rodney king
Me gun goes click, me gun goes bang
Them riot in compton and them riot in long beach
Them rion in they lakers and don't really wanna see
Niggaz start to loot and police start to shoot
Lock it down at seven o'clock, then again it's like beirut
Me don't show no love cos it's us against them
Them never ever love me cos it's sport to break de,
And kill at my own risk if i may
Delay to spray with my ak and put it to rest

Interlude: (*news report*)

(yes we have. there have been riots, ahh, rioting, well i don't wanna say
Rioting but there's been looting downtown, but right now bree, what i want
To show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the street)

Bridge:

[all] how many niggaz are ready to lose?
[snoop] yeah, so what you wanna do?
[dre] what you wanna do?
[all] i said how many niggas are ready to lose
[rbx] got myself an uzi and my brother a 9

Interlude: (*guy talking*)

(nobody told us today, in otherwords, you're still a slave. no matter how
Much money you got, you still ain't shit)

Verse 2: dr. dre

Sittin in my livin room calm and collected
Feelin mad, gotta get mine respected
Cos what i just heard broke me in half
And half the niggaz i know, plus the niggaz on the row, is bailin
Laugh now but cry much later
Ya see when niggas get together they get mad cos they can't fade us
Like my niggas from south central, los angeles
They find that they couldn't handle us
Bloods, crips on the same squad
With the ese's thumpin, nigga it's time ta rob and mob
(and break the white man off somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye
I don't love dem so they can't love me)
Yo straight puttin down gettin my scoot on
Let's jump in off in compton so i gots ta get my loot on
And come up on me some furniture or sometin
Got a vcr
In the back of my car
That i ganked from the slauson swap meet
And motherfuckers better not try to stop me
Cos they will see that i can't be stopped
Cos i'ma cock my glock and pop til they all drop

Interlude: (*news report*)

(there has been videotape and you can see of the, aah, some of the crowd
Throwin things at the officers)
(and swingin at them as well. like there was a young woman there. you see
She took a swing at an officer with some object in her hand)

Bridge

Chorus

Verse 3: rbx

One-time trigger happy, no nigga love
187 time, time to grab the glove
Can't get prints so a 9 i throw away
Or get prints so my uzi witta spray
Pop pop pop another motherfucker drop
And i get relived like *?bop bop says?*
Smash, i crashed his head like a window
I ain't no dead do', i'm high off the indo
Creepin with the quickness to the cut
Bust one to his head while he munches on that donut
And cracker so now he best to back up
I guess i gots ta pack up, fillin the clip up, i zip up-
Town, the motherfuckin cops are all around
Helicopters flyin
These motherfuckers tryin
To catch me and stretch me on death row
But hell no's the poor black refuse to go

Interlude: (*news report*)

(this is now coverin a very, very wide area of los angeles where these
Fires have been, aah, ignited. i mean, from here to the, aah, to the south
End of south central is a long way)

Hook

Verse 4: daz

The outcome of this is destruction so the more fall
Niggaz don't give a fuck so tem bust and before
Niggaz backin up three black shows
No justice so they copied ya right
And here i am again, me, turn the other cheek, me
Be too many wigs got me 9 to my tights
So me bust, flick cos he don't give a fuck
And me don't give a fuckin of my problems
In with their fuck fuck

Outro: snoop doogy dogg

Blak blam, blam to dem fall
Listen to the shots from my nigga doggy dogg, biddy-bye
Dr dre him bust gun shots
Diggity daz and rbx them bust gun shots
Come again!

Man i had a crazy crazy dream dogg.
I had a dream i was in the nba straight playin basketball.
Nba straight getting my ball on dogg.
Can you imagine?
Snoop dogg in the nba?
Imagine that, hoop doggy dogg.
Yea straight ballin.
You know i'm a ball anyway so why not.
Let me get my ball on.

If i could play in the nba
I would be that six-four all day shootin that trey
I dribbled to the outside and passed it to shaq
They double teamed on him so he passed it back
Look at the 3 but i don't take the shot
Cause i think i'm cold and i aint trying to get hot
I'm feelin bionic, we playing the sonics
And i'm sticking gary payton so you know i'm ball hatin
Bang on vin baker cause real lakers really don't care yea yea
Next stop in the court on damon toast stouda and my homeboy j.r. rider
Minnesota timberwolves, we cut 'em down
Hakeem olajuwon and scottie pippen, we shut 'em down
The twin towers, dave and duncan
20 in the paint fool you get's nothing
On a four game roll sweep, beep beep
We beat the bulls and we rocked the heat
And we traded for a few players, some pacers
Miller and mullin and now they lakers
We cant be beat now, we on a 27 game win streak now, bow wow
When it all started from a dream
I'm playin point guard on my favorite team (lakers)
I got the big perm, doing interviews with chick herm
At stu lance, we do a dance
When it rains poppin shampane
Basketball yes yall thats the game
Two years ago a friend of mine
Ask me to glide from the free throw line
So i took the ball, and as i made the hoop
Everybody jumped up and they said "go snoop"
And my career jumped off into the fast lane
My rookie season i made my first all star game
Double g like george gervin, thats what the call me cause i'm so ice
Ballin cause that's my life, i balls all day, and i balls all night
They call me snoop dogg and everybody know i love to hustle and ball
The season gettin tragic we lost to the magic
And the word is that rodman done had it
So i guess it on a young homie, the great number 8, mr. koby
Give him the ball dogg he ready
We got to play charlotte tonight, i'm stickin eddie
Remember all the good times that we had
Cuz dont trip to long cause tommorow we play the jazz
Then it on to play the denver nuggets
The homeboy nick they traded, but damn i still love 'em
Keep a picture of 'em on the wall next to dr. j
Meach, i love basketball
Allen iverson on the fly boy he hard to stick
C webb comin through with a quick pick
The nba saturday mornings hey or maybe on a sunday
We in the playoffs so stay off the court
This aint no game, this a sport
And we in it to win it, we ballin, no limit
Remember this
When i grow up on wanted to be a point guard playing on nbc
With herb and suge or pistol pete or world b. free givin dap to me
Givin up my dues with converse shoes
And tellin all the kids to stay in school
This is true and your dreams can come true
If it happen to me, it can happen to you

That's for all the nba players that dream of being a rapper.
I'm a rapper that dreams of being a nba player and i'm a baller.
Let's bounce up out of here man.