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Fa shizzle dizzle, its the big Neptizzle
with the Snoopy D-O-Double Jizzle! ...(Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) ...C-walk to this (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) ...Hehe, yeah, C-walk to this (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) ...Ahaha, C-walk to this (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) [Verse 1] Bam, boom, watchoo gone do cuz? Guess I'm rollin in with them baby blue chucks And I still got my khakis creased Im still rockin on these beats, and got a bad rep on the streets Its the S-N-double-O-P, and, biggest dogg of 'em all and youse a flea, and and since I got time to drop it for you, I guess I must and give it to you mother fuckas like bust-a-bust I keep the heat on deck, but in God we trust And cant none of yall, fuck wit us But you can run up on the G but thats not thinkin wisely these pullas are contagious, just like Ron Isley {*What the hell is goin on? Someone's sleepin in my home*} Snoop to the D-O-Double G Get in, where you fit in... follow me [CHORUS] Whos the man with that dance? (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) Who kick the khakis from his pants? (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) Get the dro' low anything will stand (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) Still rock the gin n juice in hand (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) [Verse 2] I do it for the G's, and I do it for the hustlaz Here to annihilate you mark-ass bustas fuck the police cuz all they wanna do is cuff us The one nigga is chilly, as if his name was Usher But I'm still ridin in macks, makin 'em G stacks and got them corn rows to the back I aint really tryin to be picky but if you give me somethin, its got to be the sticky Doin by the ounces, Lo' lo's bouncin Ninety doin fakin with kissin on the couchin Boo to the ouchin, more a fountain But thats how we get anotha doggy dogg housin This year we aint fuck wih thousands We clean with millions and we fly as a falcon Pull up to the Doggy Dogg Pound, with a car fulla bitches fuckin grits like Alice [CHORUS] [Verse 3] Three 14 inch rims is runnin on the side (They riding on the side?) Yeah they runnin on the side! Three 14 inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?) Yeah they runnin on the side! Three 14 inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?) Yeah they runnin on the side! Three 14 inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?) Yeah they runnin on the side! Take two and pass it, it will not burn you From the Long Beach Chronicles to the Wall Street Journal They all know the G with the Cutlass Coupe Ask Bill Gates (yeah I know the homie Snoop) Yeah I'm straight loc'n, hangin wit my folk and Follow Rakim cause 'I Ain't No Joke' and Cause, I done seen so much (like what?) Enough to have your feelings touched When the gunshots ratta, all ya boys scatter Check up on ya homies but they gave ya bad data Make a nigga stop BREATHIN, that is so relievin and now you niggaz believe in What I say cause what I say is so real Homie you don't wanna see the steel You dont wanna catch a body, you came here to party! Now that's what you should do, now where's my baby boo? [CHORUS] {*fade out*} |
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곡제목/가수명 : Paper'd Up (Feat. Mr. Kane-Traci Nelson) - Snoop Dogg
In the world of change, here I am Tryin to have some thangs So what you need is some game, to get your money man Ohh baby, in the world of paper, paper [Snoop Dogg] Thinkin of a master plan Cause ain't nuttin but sweat inside my hand So I dig into my pockets, all my money is spent So I dig deeper, but still comin up with lint So I, start my mission, leave my residence Thinkin how can I get some dead presidents I need money, I used to see a stick-up kid So I think of all the devious things I did I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuttin funny Stop smilin, cause still don't nuttin move but the money Cause now I've learned to earn cause I'm righteous I feel great, so maybe I might just Search fo' a 9 to 5, if I strive Then maybe I'll stay alive So I walk up the street, whistlin this Feelin out of place cause man do I miss A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of Me and Warren G, and a big fat plate of Chicken wings, cause that's my favorite thang But without no money man that shit's a dream Cause I don't like to dream about gettin paid So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I've made Soon as I bust 'em see if I got pull I hit the DoggHouse, cause I'm paid in full {*echoes*} [Chorus] {*beat from the remix of "Paid in Full" plays in the background*} [Snoop] Money, money, money, money! [Snoop] Money, money, money, money! [Snoop] Money, money, money! [Mr. Kane: repeat 2X w/ ad libs] W-w-w-w-w-well W-w-w-w-w-welllll Ohhhh baby W-w-w-w-w-well W-w-w-w-wellll, ohh baby Ohhhh baby |