| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 3:45 | 
|
|||
|
[Snoop Dogg]
Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n? Dis big Snoop Dogg Leave your name and your number at the motherfuckin beep If dis one of my hoes, two-way me {*BEEP*} [Dr. Dre] Ay ay Snoop whattup? This your nigga Dre Ay man I was thinkin I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin album So check it out, put this on there: All you motherfuckin haters out there, can suck my motherfuckin dick! And we still smokin, what?! [Chorus: Nate Dogg] For the nigga who be talkin loud and holdin his dick Talkin shit, he better LAY LOW For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better LAY LOW For the niggaz who be claimin my hood and really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOW I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin and I won't do a thing, really HOPE SO! [Snoop Dogg] Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say so Limo tint rollin deep like the President See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (beitch) I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin this Whatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch it Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records Unseen but well heard, do not disturb The only reason you alive cause I ain't sent the word I flip, faster than birds , Snoop Dogg will emerge from the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke I bring the worst from the L.B.C. Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say From the "World's Most Dangerous Group" - N.W.A Ay, ay [Butch Cassidy] Our rise, it was no surprise I always knew these fools would trip Hatin, fakin, schemin on mine and on the down low copy shit Best move cause I refuse to lose no matter which damn road I choose So lay low cause you might be bruised Top story on the evening news I ain't for games , so if you wanna play 'em lay low Lay down on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know That's what I came fo' [Goldie Loc - Eastsidaz] Where that nigga who be talkin shit? He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin the tits Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin to take her home Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong [Tray Deee - Eastsidaz] Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with? The same click he came with and made the game flip Now niggaz grow they hair, hope they stayin act hard That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on [Master P] Whassup pimpin? It's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but loop They call me Jack Hannah for all the red I got but they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta It's, No Limit til I D-I-E C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be [Chorus] |
||||||
| 2. |
| 3:44 |
|
|||
|
[Snoop Dogg]
Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n? Dis big Snoop Dogg Leave your name and your number at the motherfuckin beep If dis one of my hoes, two-way me {*BEEP*} [Dr. Dre] Ay ay Snoop whattup? This your nigga Dre Ay man I was thinkin I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin album So check it out, put this on there: All you motherfuckin haters out there, can suck my motherfuckin dick! And we still smokin, what?! [Chorus: Nate Dogg] For the nigga who be talkin loud and holdin his dick Talkin shit, he better LAY LOW For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better LAY LOW For the niggaz who be claimin my hood and really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOW I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin and I won't do a thing, really HOPE SO! [Snoop Dogg] Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say so Limo tint rollin deep like the President See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (beitch) I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin this Whatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch it Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records Unseen but well heard, do not disturb The only reason you alive cause I ain't sent the word I flip, faster than birds , Snoop Dogg will emerge from the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke I bring the worst from the L.B.C. Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say From the "World's Most Dangerous Group" - N.W.A Ay, ay [Butch Cassidy] Our rise, it was no surprise I always knew these fools would trip Hatin, fakin, schemin on mine and on the down low copy shit Best move cause I refuse to lose no matter which damn road I choose So lay low cause you might be bruised Top story on the evening news I ain't for games , so if you wanna play 'em lay low Lay down on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know That's what I came fo' [Goldie Loc - Eastsidaz] Where that nigga who be talkin shit? He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin the tits Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin to take her home Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong [Tray Deee - Eastsidaz] Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with? The same click he came with and made the game flip Now niggaz grow they hair, hope they stayin act hard That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on [Master P] Whassup pimpin? It's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but loop They call me Jack Hannah for all the red I got but they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta It's, No Limit til I D-I-E C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be [Chorus] |
||||||
| 3. |
| 4:19 |
|
|||
|
In these times
of hate and pain We need a remedy to help us through the rain Can't you see I'm straight O Gin Old Chief Fuck you niggas think you can't fuck with me Oh come on Now that pimp is gonna jump back Bitch and fuck that Shit I'm qualify to knock a hoe no matter where ever I've go Excuse me partner this is pimpin little pimpin let you know Break the bitch you say I will Separate the bitch but you saying I will Damn nigga shit since you put it like that I'm about to lay some right now nigga And take them straight to the track I've never let a bitch pimp me Trying to tell me what to do but I'mma stay O G Fresh out the pen only 32 days 32 days And every bitch in a multiply ways Now it's a sick world Why did the little girl walk around with a gold fish in her pocket So she could smell like the big girl And check the one with the fast mouth Just get your money if you have to knock her motherfucking ass out I don't care whatcha do Long you don't fuck with mine You think you can't be touched Niggas disappear all the time Old Blue Eyes Dogg Sinatra Make a nigga disappear like Jimmy Hoffa The glock cocker ho hopper show stopper Watch your mouth watch your mouth I'll put you in a brick in a building And separate you from your children I stay G'd up All the G's from my set ain't never P C up If you hit the main line You gonna get stop Paying motherfuckers off cause sucka duck Me and my niggas go heart and pain Puttin paint where it ain't makin bitch niggas faint It's a clear blue sky there on the Eastside Throw your set up and wave it from side to c side I'm talking big shit holdin my dick Banging on you cuz nigga this crip I got so many tricks up my sleeve For you hoes to disbelieve You wanna bang let's bring it on We about thousand niggas strong I don't care whatcha you do Long you don't fuck with mine You think you can't be touched Niggas disappear all the time No I don't love you bitch you a hoe I never will Can't tell you my feelings cause the pimpin don't feel Bitch matter fact be gone Fuck around and have your Momma saying Baby he wrong Talking about he a real pimp Bitch is jumbo laced with the proper crop of jumbo shrimp Since I'm prepare with my hoe got it crackin with my hoe Study mackin with my hoe now I'm stackin with my hoe I pop a bottle of Mo About to model a hoe I'm working them serving breaking a You know Did the weed man get in Take it too long But when he get it dogg I'm taking us off Niggas know how D O double G does it Known for making that crip hop music don't abuse it Just ride to the rhythm of a pimp ass upper class cold mother fucker I don't care whatcha you do Long you don't fuck with mine You think you can't be touched Niggas disappear all the time I got so many tricks up my sleeve For you hoes to disbelieve You wanna bang let's bring it on We about thousand niggas strong |
||||||
| 4. |
| 3:49 | 
|
|||
|
