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from Training Day (트레이닝 데이) [ost] (2001)
(feat. Kokane)
[*Kokane laughing*] [Kokane] People are so, so greedy Tired of fake homies, homies, homies (Why they hatin' on me) I don't know what... (Y'all expect from me) In fact I'm tired of... (So-called fake homies) You reall ain't said nothin' Only come around... Act like I owe ya something [Hook: Kokane] (GREED) What make lifetime groups break up (GREED) Oh, what make yo woman take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED) Destroys successful record companies (GREED) And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell [Sen Dogg] It's a motherfucker man, they all greedy You get cho' head put out for shit that you don't need Some fools baller status just ain't enough There's always some other nigga out there that got it mo' plush You don't gotta be a rich man to be content Some niggas got it all but don't know where the good times went The quality of life can only be enhanced When ya trust other motherfuckers and uh give em' a chance Don't mistake my kindness as a weakness Cause I work out my mental as well as my physical fitness I've seen a lot of fools get caught up in this greed business All it gets you is on everybody's shit list Greed is like a disease, something sort of psychologic Once ya take the gun ho ain't no way to ever stop it [Hook: Kokane] (GREED) What make lifetime groups break up (GREED) Oh, what make yo homie take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED) Destroys successful record companies (GREED) And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell [B-Real] How many faces of greed have you seen That would make a good man fall and a woman plot and scheme Even a homie on ya team is suspect When it comes to money and power an all you expect They try to put their hands in ya pockets with out chu' lookin' But when I find you out ya whole world's shookin' And they're relentless, the quest for the ends is endless You lose yo senses and you get beatin' senseless But there's others you can't do nothin' about Cause they're on a higher level and they hold too much clout But in time, in the end they'll pay When they're standin' before the man on Judgement Day Standin' there but what excuse can you give You reduced to shit because you refuse to give [Hook] (GREED) What make lifetime groups break up (GREED) Oh, what make yo homie take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED) Destroys successful record companies (GREED) And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell [Kokane] (Why they hatin' on me) I don't know what... (Y'all expect from me) In fact I'm tired of... (So-called fake homies) You reall ain't said nothin' Only come around... Act like I owe ya something |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
DPG, is down with us
X to the Z, is down with us D-R-E, is down with us My nigga Kokane, is down with us Eastside gang is, down with us Niggas talkin s**t, I'm gettin ready to bust I'm number one (one, one, one) With a bullet motherf**kers I got this Henn in my cup And this Buddah got me stuck I'm just trying to compose myself (compose myself) I don't know why I act this way I just wanna be left alone I'm just trying to enjoy myself (enjoy myself) Aww naw (who is it?) It's motherf**kin' Snoop Dogg I live the fast life, where ya keep ya cash tight In broad daylight, walkin' wit ya flashlight Addin' up what ya brought in from last night She mad tight with mad bite (is that right?) Bad lil b***hes on my tizeam (tizeam) Nigga, that's the American drizeam (wha-wha-wha-what) Pussy broke the President (yeah it did) And pussy made a pimp rich (yeah it did) I live like 'em both as I smoke on my dope On my boat...thumbin' through c-notes Now here's a toast to the coast Cuz we doin' it the most (we doin' it the most) Playa playa high costs Uno, dos, I'm bout to get ghost Stackin what ya mackin D-O-double G The s**t ya doin' is so lovely The haters hate cuz they will never be There ain't no limit to this melody (melody) You niggas sippin on that jealousy (jealousy) I pour a tall glass of Hennesey (want some?) Do you wanna have a sip with me? Or would you rather try and trip with me? (trip with me?) Put ya cups on the table and your hands in the air And touch your brim to the side, that's only if you a player And all the ladies in this motherf**ker acting up Don't hurt nobody when you back it up Cuz we came here to have a good time Me and my niggas in the sunshine (sunshine) On 3 wheels with one 9 (ya know) It's time to shine, the world is mine (the world is mine) I never ever dropped a dime (shiiit) Nigga might cop a dime Never hesitate to pop a 9 (bah!) And always come up with the proper line Stick to the script b***h I'm hurtin s**t (hurtin s**t) Let me show you motherf**kers what I'm workin with (what you workin with?) Don't need no water to go with your order And you aint got to smuggle the s**t up over the border Affordable, sportable, unbelievable, feasible, and reasonable We leavin' 'em low Cuz me and my loc, keep big leaves of smoke Gallons of Hennesey and 16 liters of coke He done drank and she done smoked The meters are broke, we put the V to the note I brought the weed to smoke And Dr. Dre, he hooked the beat up, indeed it was dope Stackin what ya mackin D-O-double G The s**t ya doin' is so lovely The haters hate cuz they can never be There ain't no limit to this melody (melody) You niggas sippin on that jealousy (jealousy) I pour a tall glass of Hennesey (Hennesey) Do you wanna have a sip with me? (sip with me?) Or would you rather try and trip with me? (trip with me?) Put ya cups on the table and your hands in the air And touch your brim to the side, that's only if you a player And all the ladies in this motherf**ker acting up Don't hurt nobody when you back it up Cuz we came here to have a good time Me and my niggas in the sunshine (sunshine) On 3 wheels with one 9 (ya know) Yeah I got this Henn in my cup And this Buddah got me stuck I'm just trying to compose myself (compose myself) I don't know why I act this way I just wanna be left alone I'm just trying to enjoy myself (enjoy myself) Shaquille O'Neal, is down with us Look half dead, is down with us My nigga Mel-Man, is down with us And eastside Watts, is down with us The whole crip car, is down with us My niggas on the four yard, I'm givin it up We number one (one, one, one) (Gunshot) With a bullet motherf**kers |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
{*cameras flashing, Snoop interviewing Bill Clinton*}
Yo, hold on hold on hold on hold on Stop the cameras, stop the press stop the press Now Bill, this yo' nigga, Snoop Dogg Now answer me this - did you f**k that b***h or what? That's actually, not the first time that question's been asked; but since, I believe, and I think any person - reasonable person would believe, that that is not covered, in the definition of sexual relations I was given - ahh - I'm not going to answer it except to refer to my statement. I had intimate, contact with her that was inappropriate - I do not believe any of the contacts I had with her violated the definition I was given; therefore I believe I did not, do anything but testify truthfully on these matters. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. Lies, lies, stories and alibis Big Mac in the land of the small fries Everyone lies and tries to get by Some of us drink while most just get high You tryin to cover up the holes in your sneakers You need to put your motherf**kin face to the speakers (ba-bom, ba-bom) And quit tryin to run from it (holla holla at me) and c'mere, you big dummy (dumb ass nigga) Don't you know you can't run from the Dizzogg I'm down with (?)za, the long arm of the lizzaw Y'all, niggaz know what's happening you turn your back again and I'm bound to get it crack-a-lin I'm back again And everybody happy for me - ain't that the truth? That's a motherf**kin lie (f**k that fool) Black folks stick together til we die, hmm That'll be the day.. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. Liar, liar, pants on fire Smoke so much dope they call me Snoopy Pryor (well God damn!) Which way is up I'm tryin to get higher I won't stop puffin til I re-tire My b***hes, my niggaz, they off the wire They love-ly, they love me, call me Sire Movie star b***hes the ones you desire Angela Bassett, Tyra, Mariah, the flyest, the flyer See most b***hes like f**kin with a rider Slider, to the sider, invite her to a gangsta, party, provider {*laughing*} with a lot of meat by-products (mm) And beat the puddy-pot and got up She licked the dick from the top to the bottom {*woo woo woo woo*} (That's a bad b***h!) Then she grabbed me by my nuts, and said "Hmm I got 'em!" What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. Lies, lies, stories and alibis Big Mac in the land of the small fries Everyone lies and tries to get by Some of us drink while most just get high {*KoKane scats and ad libs to the music*} Ah what's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Whassup nephew?
Sittin here choppin game, my nigga Bad Azz Niggaz get the misconception of us cause we so cold at what we do But I really wanna let niggaz know what's happenin though You feel me? *[K] Now I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about me I don't have nothin to hide I want the world to see.. [S] I'm a gangsta gangsta Gangsta niggaz do your dance (C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah) Gangsta b***hes wave yo' hands See me, I'm bout my money my paper I'm bout my dollars Poppin collars with this mac and this slack and these two revolvers See we smoke and go (?) cause the b***h ain't never s**t to me and pussy stay sellin, so I never let it get to me The s**t to me is simple, it relies on credentials We credible individuals, ahead of you we original Better known as criminals, thuggin off on the stereo Killin 'em on the radio, some of them wanna hate me though f**k 'em cause they can't see me doe and here we go again The jealousy (?) over success, just keep you slower While, you get nothin, we keep gettin more Pump pump the jam up, drop drop the top Hit hit the switch and smash down the block And oh yeah this Long Beach so you know when you see a nigga And don't never get the wrong idea nigga (Yeah, nigga what?) Holla at 'em *Repeat I keep my khakis creased, hat tilted to the East On a b***h I remain the beast, none the least Police try to cuff me and stuff me in the back of they patrol car, cause I'm a former parole star With the cool name, this nigga here's a fool mayn Go on and do yo' thang, gang-bang in the hood and in Hollywood Record company executives think it's all to the good Get to showin me around they house, then he slide me in the back and had the nerve to try to buy me out, check this out mayn I'm down with P, and D-R-E A real nigga from the motherf**kin L.B.C. I just look like this, I stay down for the twist I'm real with this, deep as abyss I gave you a pound, then I gave yo' wife a kiss I had to dip cause y'all was full of that bullsheeit *Repeat(x3) |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Let cho' mind not be confused
If you can walk this walk nigga take my shoes New fools, you fools, these fools, all y'all talkin bad about me, and my motherfuckin dawg He ain't trippin, I ain't trippin, but y'all niggaz still dissin To me, some of these suckers'll never get it Full clip and if I miss it I'ma tip it on the Crip and DoggHouse in your mouth, now tell me how you livin Who the villain, you the villain? Nigga Ren is "The Villain" My homey from the C-P-T, cold chillin Now as time flies by I see the game gettin mo' reala as I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it? I always tend to come widdit Gravy train on your brain, nigga come get it I'm too young to retire, I'm havin fun wit it See when you learn what to do with it, I'll be done with it Come with it *Go.. (just go away).. go a-way! [S] Niggaz can't be trusted [K] Just come back another day [S] Niggaz be on bitch shit [K] Just go far, a-way [S] Niggaz get it twisted Just go a-way.. Now she said she don't like a G Well listen here bitch, get the fuck from 'round me You thought you was bout to get a drink on me? I put hands on you bitch like Suga Free I always let a bitch know her boundaries Same with a nigga, I treat him like a flea You claim to be, you aim to be in my spot Motherfucker - you will get popped (BLAOW) Not, knowin who you fuckin wit, niggaz be on bitch shit Nigga we be fuckin quick, nigga we ain't talkin shit When the heat speak, niggaz be on bitch shit Tryin to get somewhere, coverin up they biscuit And then he in the club, all up on my dilznick But when I leave, you niggaz pullin trick shit But it's cool, cause niggaz gonna miss this Cause I'ma keep it all business, what is this? *Repeat I said let yo' mind not be confused If you can walk this walk nigga take my shoes You fools, these fools, new fools, all y'all talkin bad about me, and my motherfuckin dawg He ain't trippin, I ain't trippin, but y'all niggaz still dissin Look here Meech, some of these niggaz'll never get it Full clip and if I miss it I'ma tip it on the Crip and DoggHouse in your mouth, now tell me how you livin Who the villain, you the villain? Nigga Ren is "The Villain" My homey from the C-P-T, cold chillin Now as time fly I see the game gettin mo' reala as I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it? I always tend to come widdit Gravy train on your brain, nigga come get it Too young to retire, I'm havin fun wit it When you learn what to do with it I'll be done with it Come with it *Repeat Yeah I'm bout to go far away So far you might not see me My nigga Meech on the beat We takin over this motherfucker, ha ha! And they thought we fell off Fell all up in your motherfuckin ass Be-ii-ee-ii-itch! KoKane - aww that's funky right there Puttin it back on the map Uhh, let me hear some dawg Ahhh, as we take your mind to a dimension you never thought existed *Repeat |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Yeah
A little something for all the O.G.s out there That put the foundation together Was doin' this thang Before I knew what to do with this thang right here Ya know But just to let them know what time it is And how we get down Me, Kokane, and Battlecat Gone let y'all know how we do this thang here Check this out y'all We stay on point like Stacey Adams 24 hours a day,7 days a week, can ya dig it? That's real talk baby You know what We stay on point like Stacey Adams That's real talk right there baby (Stacey Adams) I'm in a 3 piece suit Looking too cute Mashin' flashin' Lookin' for a prostitute Boo boo, you got that loot I'm watchin' you, you watchin' me It's all to the gravy cuz it's V.I.P And everythang in here movin' belong to me That component set, was given to me By a pimp buddy of mine Disco D. He told me, Frisco E. This here gone be The baddest pimp nigga that you ever gone see Colder than Fillmore Slim Tilt that brim Snoop Dogg gone sell that trick Keep it crackin' like pistachios Get that money And continue to mash these hoes And when the Player's Ball roll around again I'm guaranteed to win You know why? Cuz we *We stay on point like Stacey Adams 24 hours a day, 7 days a week Yea, yea You know why? We stay on point like Stacey Adams You know that's all we know how to do (Stacey Adams) Gee'd up to the feet up Not only that but uhh Make it spectacular Put on my black cape And look like Blackula Smack ya up with the shit that I drop 911, call the cops There's a bitch, snitch Ain't that a bitch I can't trust nobody in this sonofabitch I get rich on the fakers who hate Bakin' my cake And catch the Lakers at 8 On channel 9 Pop a bottle of wine Then at 10 hit the club With my nephew Dub 11:30, talkin' dirty to this little birdy I'm trying to get mine early I can't be seen with your girly Continue to mash these hoes I keep it crackin' like pistachios I get the money first With no rehearsal Snoop D-O double G Still controversial Aahhh *Repeat(x3) |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
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 c'mon 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 (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 (C'mon sing ya'll) You think you can't be touched Niggas disappear all the time Old "Blue Eyes," Dogg Sinatra Make a nigga disappear like Jimmy Hoffa (Where is he?) 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 (Daddy) I stay G'd up All the G's from my set ain't never P-C-up (hahaha) 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 (Eastside) Throw your set up and wave it from (Rolling) 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 (Oh y'all ain't knowin') For you hoes to disbelieve (Hoes in amazement) You wanna bang let's bring it on (Oh Oh) We about thousand niggas strong I don't care whatcha you do (I don't care what the fuck whatcha do) Long you don't fuck with me (As long you don't fuck with mine) You think you can't be touched (Uhhhhh) Niggas disappear all the time No, I don't love you bitch, ou a hoe, I never will (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 'em and 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 (Give it up nigga) 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 motherfucker (Humming) Long you don't fuck with mine You think you can't be touched Niggas disappear all the time (Humming) |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Ya baby
Ya playa Ya baby That's some real pimp shit right here These bitches is outta line man What's the matter dog you can't control your bitches? Check this out man *I got bitches all in my game that don't even know my name then pump your brakes, you hoes Biotch! You could talk all day behind my back, but wont say shit in my face then pump your brakes, you hoes Biotch! you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, hooo you are sexy, sexy, sexy, you are so sexy you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, hoo hoo you are sexy, sexy, sexy, hmmm Carla, Darla, Charlene and Camina Tereka and Erika, they love to take care of her Real motherfucker from the DPG Keesha, Resha, Tammy and Renesha I appreciate the way y'all skate when the clock hit eight now April and Kate Y'all be doin' too much Running your mouths Fuckin shit up, you gotta get up cus I done had enough Getting sick and tired of the same stuff You told Kamil and she told Karla and she told April and now they all know But I could give a fuck 'cus all y'all my hoes So, all that confronting the real nigga on site today is today, last night was last night As I leaned with my hand on my balls I had to really check these bitches and tell then like this dog *Repeat Nina do this and Tina do that Sabrina, Sakina, nigga them all my hood rats Back in the days when I was on the ??? At an early age man I was on the ??? Non-stop, I beat it up and tell that bitch to get going (They be like hot butter on a breakfast toast) Hollarin' out, poppin' a collar out And talkin' shit on the phone to me at my baby-moma's house (who's she?) Look here bitch do you know who the fuck I am You better read your motherfuckin' first telegram you remind me of this bitch that used to work for me Had to cut the bitch up 'cus she tried to get too close to me And tried to confront me at a club one night Fuckin' with her friend, a fake bitch (Is that right?) But you know I had to stop and appause And I put my hand on my balls and said ??? what's up dog *Repeat I got my own spot and I got my own keys So can't no bitch talk shit to me Like Kiki did me, bitch changed the locks And kicked me up outta spot I learned a lesson, I wasn't guessin' or stressin' I got another bitch and she was at the ??? home She said she needed a companion Shit I needed a chaperone plus a new home Snap, crack, it's on But in no time at all seems she fell in love But i wasn't ready for that Topcat had to scat I hit her friend from the back While she was at work workin' I was jerkin' that skirt And fuckin with all her friends that was flirtin' And when she found out she told me that that shit hurt (boo-hoo) A week later she fell in love with my homeboy Kurt Bitch you a'int shit but dirt for dirt (biotch!) *Repeat(x2) This is a sexy bitch |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
{*fades in*} .. {y'all gone miss me}
Yeah y'all gone miss me {*harmonizing*} Never miss what you had 'til it's gone Yeah, y'all gone miss me {y'all gone miss me} Yeah, y'all gone miss me Hmm, who that nigga that brought you that gangsta shit befo' you motherfuckers was even ready for it? Showed you how to tie a flag on your head and represent your motherfuckin set 'til you're dead Bust on the cops while I cuss the Feds Roll a joint, in the bathtub gettin head Put the G in the P, flipped the G to a ki Put the West coast back on the map bay-bee Check my styles, check my files I've been gangbangin since I was a juvenile They cut me loose in nine-deuce I swore to tell the whole truth Keep it gangbang 100 proof E'rybody say, "Ay Snoop" - did Death Row pay me? Look here young loc, shit it's all to the gravy I really can't trip off the past, on the real I had a blast Tupac, rest in peace and God bless all my enemies *Rain-drops, falling on my head Fuckin with them haters, messin with my bread Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head Fuckin with them haters, sleepin in my bed Ain't No Limit to this shit, ain't no gimmick Master P good lookin out homeboy, salute my Lieutenant (at ease) I'm in it knee deep and can't creep no more I had to move down South on the low-low, fo' sho' doe Dippin through the woods with Fiend, Magic, Pokey Mystikal, V-90, C, Boz and P (ya heard me?) Windows on tint, ridin like the President It's evident, shit I'm doin good (yeah) I moved out the hood like I should (say what?) And then they had the nerve to call me Hollywood (nigga what?) But I don't give a fuck, if I'm misunderstood 20 Crip don't slip, yeah it's all to the good Yeah the homies got twist too, whatchu say? Oh the homies might get me? They'll get you Listen here, don't try it, and don't deny it And don't pay 'em no mind Dogg, man I'm tryin *Repeat Just when you thought I was gone, I'm back on Knick-knack-paddy-wack give the Dogg a home with a gang of pitbulls, rottweilers and doberman pinschers Bonafied killers The illest, cap peelers, that you ever wanna meet Straight up out the ghetto where they pack the heavy metal I got my hand on the wheel, my foot on the gas pedal I'm drivin DoggHouse to the next level (woof) and buckin two shots at the devil Run up on his ass, and blast, like a rebel Turn up the treble cause I hit you with the bass Remember my name and remember my face Remember these words, and remember the taste And remember, we all gotta leave this place I'm tryin to stay focused, I'm the loc'est in the game The Rap Prime Minister, "Mr. G Thang" Rain-drops, fallin on my head Fuckin with the wrong folks, messin with my spread Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head Messin with my ba-by, who's sleepin in my bed {*harmonizing to fade with interjections of "y'all gone miss me"*} |
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