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from Snoop Dogg - R&G (Rhythm & Gangsta): The Masterpiece (2006)
<i>[Minister]</i>
Say man ay ushers, deacons, lock the do' <i>[singers - repeat in background of Intro w/ ad libs]</i> (I love, to give you light) <i>[Intro: Snoop Dogg]</i> Geah, first of all Givin honor to God, and all the ministers on the pulpits Ushers, deacons, and my lovely choir They sound so beautiful, don't you agree? Sing it sister.. Yeah, we'd like to welcome y'all inside this R&G Rhythm & Gangsta: The Masterpiece Such a, heavenly experience Alchemist, break it down for me nephew Let me preach to 'em one time, chuuch <i>[Snoop Dogg]</i> In the beginning as a child I was chosen Though not knowin the reason while still my eyes opened Whatever the purpose, I surfaced above the fog Love was given to all, outside livin the ball As an adolescent, one black child, I had a message to reach teachin the masses, I wrote my first passage It was jotted down, created in the form of a rap I'm young, livin in the city of jackers and gangbangin and dope dealin, cold feelin to be a product of niggaz around you Once you get on top they down you But the temptation got me, streets caught me watchin I found myself grindin on the streets quite often With a blue rag, bangin the dub, fo'-fifth coffin At the spot, 61st, 40 blocks from the Eastside Where most of the big homies had a glock and flossed the G-ride Niggaz throwin up hands but it wasn't no peace signs Never fo' a second did I think to let my light shine Hardheaded, thought I was grown, messin up Disrespectin my home, not carin 'bout what moms what sayin And then I found out that mom wasn't playin Today, I love you for it, back then, I couldn't understand Get my life right, step it up, nigga be a man Never be a victim, of what the system might hit you with Through the stripes still gotta shine my light I've grown, to comprehend the game; my name is Big Snoop Boss Dogg Just a block and a phone call away I've reached the status, of a modern day John Baptist I'm preachin just what I practice To each and all, I got a word from the Beach to acros the globe Man woman young and old Don't gain the world, lose your soul to spite Many circumstances Doggy gon' shine my light cause I love you <i>[singers - repeat in background of Outro w/ ad libs]</i> (I love, to give you light) <i>[Outro: Minister]</i> And the people that is locked up, locked down And the people that's locked dowwwwwn Also God, should purchase the new, Escalade On 24's, with the spinnin thangs, ha ha I need you to, right now, look at your neighbors Cause a lot of y'all think y'all goin to heaven huh And you ain't gon' go! So I need you right now to, look at your neighbor and say neighbor, say NEIGH-BOR, YOU AIN'T GOIN!! YOU AIN'T GOIN!! |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)
(chours) 10 lil crip niggas runnin outside all from the durf and they bangin out rise far from the scrub cuz they from the east side where they dont die they just muiltiply so (so) dont give them niggas reason to trun it in ta spray season (what) dont give them niggas a reason cuz they turn it to grip season (snoop dogg verse 1) the gangstas bacc the bank is fat the gangsta mac in a gangsta lacc hmm fools be like break off some chesse friends and enimes all nigga please fucc u thought who brought you up stop you stucc to much pop drop you plucc its all simuilar to gettin laid on yo bacc on tha motha fuccin case sprayed i grinded from a shine bout my bisness lunatic on dis shit and i get ignet go on and proceed to squeez with e's wanna b's they cant belive how i leave look into the mind of a nigga thats crazy 17 years old still a baby gangsta real they pop the pill you cap bacc young motha fucka you like dat (chours) 10 lil crip niggas runnin outside all from the durf and they bangin out rise far from the scrub cuz they from the east side where they dont die they just muiltiply so (so) dont give them niggas reason to trun it in ta spray season (what) dont give them niggas a reason cuz they turn it to grip season (snoop dogg verse 2) wake up in tha mornin lookin funni and shit i fucc a honney dip cuz i got money to get anit no books anit no help anit no role dis stay foucs young homie dats da code to dis keep a strap in ya pocket when you dip through the dap cuz its a million matha fuckas tryna get you down alot of pain in this game cocane is the fame if ya money right thier you might you a chain but if ya money low theirs only one way ta go jack a rapper at a loco rap radio show so mean so clean crip back to tha slots den brag to da homie show'em what you got its a gangsta jack and gangsta lack and they thought we just gangsta rap (ha-ha) yea nigga we take yo snacks ya shobe dadobe habube and yo scooby snacks it's like (chours) 10 lil crip niggas runnin outside all from the durf and they bangin out rise far from the scrub cuz they from the east side where they dont die they just muiltiply so (so) dont give them niggas reason to trun it in ta spray season (what) dont give them niggas a reason cuz they turn it to grip season (snoop dog verse 3) its a whole lot of fillin when you on da east side on da east side nigga we ride its a whole lot of dillin when you on da east side in da east side nigga we ride its a whole lot of stillin when you on da east side in da east side nigga we ride its a whole lot of killin when ya on da east side, east side yea nigga we ride (chours) 10 lil crip niggas runnin outside all from the durf and they bangin out rise far from the scrub cuz they from the east side where they dont die they just muiltiply so (so) dont give them niggas reason to trun it in ta spray season (what) dont give them niggas a reason cuz they turn it to grip season they say it crazy out here it anit no more fun icant walk no where with out my gun |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars shit
Check this out 20 dollars to my name Deep in this dice game I dust off my knees I fucked off two g's Nothing left to do, but buy some shells for my glock Why? so I can rob every known dope spot I'm having hard times, grit, and grind Shit I'm tyring to get mine Ain't nothing to lose plus I'm living on the frontline It's a cold twist the way that shit goes Gotta keep your hands on some motherfuckin' fetty yo And keep a down bitch for when your money run out And get you gun out And shoot'em up till they come out I'm blowing in the wind It feels good my friend Silkk brought the Gin & Juice and my nigga chipped in I'm amongst killers with a dub in my pocket loc A drug dealer at the same time i love to smoke But if I wasn't in this rap game Would a nigga Snoop Dogg have 20 dollars to his name *Now 20 dollars to my name in this game of drugs And the only thing we now is gan bangers and thugs If my yale don't sell how shall we proceed Because we can't slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed *Repeat I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with what? With this automatic rocket Gotta have it to pop it,unlock it, and take me up a hostage Let'em now this itch of my finger is worser than jock itch Extended glock clips allow me to cop chips Erasing cops tips and sisters that pop lip, stop this Cold blooded killing for ??? this Soda couldn't rock this chop a shelf when i drop this My ??? can't chop this The hunger that I hold Setting here wondering should I take it from his soul See this here with a hole Allowed that silencer to blow And took motherfuckin' lives for less than twenty before Now with this last 20 dollars I might buy me some douja Because that weed from Magnolia still have a nigga sober I seen my nigga nigga from way way back Me and him used to jack and rock a rental cadillac He sees my nick, he sees my grill, he says I'm flossin He sees my wrist, he says damn nigga you flossin And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the same time So if you thinking about with me it'll be your death in ??? And why put your life in danger over 20 dollars, that's all I got And my weed habit is so close to smoking powder it ain't worth being shot *Repeat Now look, I'm fresh up out of jail it feels goo to be on the outside I had 120 dollars, but i spent a 100 on my ride Now the only thing I got left is 20 dollars to my name Nigga want front me some motherfuckin' caine I told him weed charge it 2 the game Nigga now now I gotta be on some murder one shit Some slum shit Some out the projects dumb shit some weed and blunt shit Some I don't give a fuck shit, where it from shit Some penitentiary solitary confinement never see no motherfuckin' sun shit Now I got 20 dollars to my motherfuckin' name, and I gotta get more So I tell nigga hit the floor I'm about to pull a motherfuckin' kick door Now whether it's rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun totting Y'all call me down??? do get scared I ain't flipped till my guns smoking It be a hustle just to eat And it be hard on these streets Gotta get my hustle on Got 20 dollars y'all now that shit don't last long picture this |
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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
[Snoop Dogg] Hey yo Goldie Loc let me hear some dog (puff) We gotta go some for the hood that's on the real Yeah, this is a public service anouncement from the mathafuckin LBC Yeah, check this out cuzz, uhm, Hey yo Goldie Loc let's do this for the homies in the hood The dub, waddup No disrespect to them other hoods But this is where I'm from 3-2-1 I can't cum No other way No way, no how You know the bowwow do it Long Beach style To the fullest young nigga row With my steal I cap home feeling like a O No he didn't, yes he did Bank your chin in her crib This ain't no fed But now he did On the other side where the cowboys at Where the brown blast black And the black blast right back That's a fact in the city where I'm from You betta get ready Caus here they kitty come cum Nigga we can dumb on your bitchass I ain't trippin caus I'm from the oldschool And I never hesita to blast See, we be innin You gotta beginnin to win Holla back nigga in 20 minutes [Goldie Loc] Gimme your mic and watch me brake these niggas How they figga Bustas get shot tryin to plot Blew the dice hit them twice hit a seven Now Snoop watch me trip when I back your eleven Mix for licks to double my chips Some bangers so much I got cheers even go to there Now back up and watch me stack up my dirt I steal like G'z when you woke up and it hurt Watch me try matches no need for no practice Fuck around and get straight stoned with the package Dogg get the weed bangin How the homies feel If me and you left here for hangin I feel like givin it up Caus I'm a young nigga livin it up Me and Snoop ain't give a fuck 20 minutes to get your C-walk on You know I get my ride on all on his own Check this out dog, you don't know me shit You know I respresent the eastside Long Beach with the crip nigga [Snoop] Two's, O's, fo's and hoes Nigga only fuckin with the real 2-0's 20 minutes, 20 minutes Holla at me, 20 minutes Deuce, fo's, hoes and clothes Nigga only fuckin with the real 2-0's 20 minutes, 20 minutes Holla at me, 20 minutes [Goldie Loc] We ride Sliding of to the eastside Hoo-ride, to homicide Rollin in the G-ride So what yall bustas gon'do When the pimps, bangers and hustlaz smash on you One for the money And too for the sjizzo I'm lil Goldie Loc that gives a fuck about a hizzo Three to the fizzo And five to the sizacks My nigga snoop dogg gives a fuck about a bi-zitch Yeah you hearded from me, mmm, Authograve that ass Nigga, L-A-L-G Little Goldie Loc Goldie locks the same thang Smashing for the hood caus I wanted to gangbang Will I change Hell nah nigga Quick to jack that ass to make my bank roll bigga [Snoop Dogg] Trip I shot em down I shot em , shot em down And if the too damn big Then I cut em , cut em down Nigga where the pound Hell yeah I'm from the pound Nigga how that sound Dogg pound bounce I got homies from the dub that bang everyday I got homies from the hood that do the same all day I keep my feet real close to the street And keep my hands real close to the heat I'm not descreet when it comes to the dogg I'm a real O like eight-ball We C now us by the gangbangin Crackslangin, entertain us Sippin silver set not to contain us Askin which one of yall niggas wanna scrap We can do it G-style Mathafucker strap Just like I tought nigga You got caught Ol'bitchass nigga droppin all that soul You see, first thangs first when your a grown man You gotta get up, get out and get your own man See, I don't owe you and you don't owe me It's 1999 I'm the OG Respect your G'z is what my homies told me So I show real love to the dubs 20 minutes, 20 minutes cuzz yeah, nigga 20 minutes cuzz And like I said Deuce, fo's, hoes and shows Nigga only fuckin with the real 2-0's Yeah 20 minutes Holla at me nigga like I said Two's, fo's, hoes and shows Nigga only fuckin with the real 2-0's 20 minutes, 20 minutes Holla at me cuzz 20 minutes Roll, roll, roll your dubs Eastside I-T-C Roll your doggin doggy dogg Nigga this D-P-G |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
[Snoop Dogg]
Hehe, yeah that's that shit right there Is this that shit that make a nigga just It remind me of, matter of fact I"ma tell y'all I wasn't gonna share this but I'll share it witch'all Check this out I slid up in a party where some suckers was at Out of bounds slipping fucking with this hood rat My homeboy told me that the bitch wasn't shit But I didn't give a fuck 'cause this twin a Crip The first young nigga with a baseball cap Tried to hit a nigga up until he seen how we strut I'm like 'Nigga, take two steps back now lower your voice before you get pimp slapped' I know you seen me on your MTV raps Way back in the days when I was with Fab' Five Freddy I told you then, I told you now, boy I stay ready Don't sweat it, we'll get him and then met him Talk shit for a minute then deal with him Hail Mary, call Makavelli to come and save your ass 'cause I'ma put my Chucks up in it so quick and so fast You use some act-right like LaBetty and let you know that I'm the king of this motherfucking city Like Frank White, Nino Brown, John Gotti, Tony Soprano Joey Banana and the great Tony Montana All of 'em mixed in one fixed to done I like playing six-to-one This is fun, shooting my guns, counting my funds and walking on you bitch niggaz that run I'm from [Chorus - Snoop Dogg] 213 the gangsta clicc 21 motherfucking 3 nigga All we do is the gangsta shit Gangsta shit, biatch 213 the gangsta clicc Haha and you know it, nigga All we do is the gangsta shit y'all know what's happening Haha [Warren G] I shoot 'em up, I bang bang Or we can duke 'em up but you know you can't hang Still from the Beach, still a g thang 213 in the house and you know how we came We came to party homie, so back up Plus up in the club, y'all don't have a body I bust guns, you bust guns Difference is my bullets probably touch the sun Want some? Come and get it On your marks, get set, blah! That's coming with it They won't stop, they'll get it, you don't get it It don't stop, still don't love bitches My G-niggaz, holler if ya hear me (Gangstas!) Speak it loud and clearly If you feel me raise your cups (East Side, Long Beach) Blaze it up And we from [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] You can call me Lil' Meeno Crazy motherfucker plus I'm Texas see-Notes His finger on the trigger but it way too slow You didn't see me coming so we missing his dome 213 and we gone You can call me Nate King Cole Smooth motherfucker when it come to these hos All damn dimes up in every area codes Gangsta shit, yep and all the hos know When they go rolling in the stretch Navigator We gon' get it baby girl now or later she said she wanted to play so I played her Made a promise to pay, but never paid her Ain't that a hater It's just she's a goddamn ho And all of my niggaz know They knowin' since '94 Wherever we go, she gon' go [Chorus] |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)
bitches will be bitches as i
smash in the chevy its getting its getting its getting kinda heavy bitches will be bitches as i smash in the chevy its getting its getting its getting kinda heavy bitches will be bitches as i smash in the chevy its getting its getting its getting kinda heavy it all goes back to 85' when start getting pussy every day of my life it really didn't matter what the bitch look like i rememeber one night after the suga ray fight wouldn't you believe it dog like a retreva i went up in this big fat bitch named trina she had a best freind wit titties named vanessa she told me to undress her yes sa aint no pressure lada that semester she put me down wit a home gurl named tanesha she was so visious lips so lushious suck a nigga dick and have it shining like some dishes patrisha patrisha she love da way i stick her i take her to the movies and now she even thicka big bucks no wammeys i had to meet this white bitch her name was tammy she lived in the valley she couldn't understand me but she let me dig out a home girl named brandy now brandy was a cute lil thick bitch she moved from the hood to the 206 she broght some new tricks flipping them squirls in the pearls and turning out the nighboor hood little girls and i seen that so i beat the yam so put her down bottom bitch on my team and we began making breaking bitches taken what eva we wont see she was up fo faking its real in the field no mastaken and cracked a lil bitch ya she jamacian time and time again she would bring me bud and let me beat it up listening to one love off some jerk chicken i got mo bitches now im pumping her sister its getting real suspisiouse but the dick is good so they wont tell now there next door nighboor clorisa bale she been looking at me i think she wanna hit but im a hola back because im on another bitch im on some other shit i got a phone call from the motha fucking presidint yall he said snoop dogg how can i fuck a bitch and make her suck a dick and not get caught for the fuck of it i told him look her this is what you do make that first now you seddle a lil pussy for you i think he got it cause he left fast he left his daughters and alot of cash and what do you know do double g major pimping out in dc and im a young pimp wit wit a lot of growing left and you a young hoe wit a lot of hoeing left always keep a hoe in chech blowing out a train reck ya i might have to go adapt see every little hoe i meet the stand outs the ones like evet we fucked in the car behind the bar i shot it in her face and it went far my home boy charles went up in his sister behind the garage i was nasty i was freaky i was sick when yall was trying to hump i was teaching her suck dick always trying to go up in a hoe got caught trying to fuck at school they asked me what i di it fo you know just what i told her i love pussy and this dick is what ishowed them and now they threw me out now im at now im at the pad im at a new school way cool new hoes new skript fresh fish walk up in the room and bust a new bitch im in some new tail when i hola back but for now let me hola back and hola black shes a twelf grada in my science class i done seen her pussy ya boy moving fast see i was caught by and i was taght by betta move on something fast if i thought i could claim a dame or gain a brain or tame a maim not wit the same old game see on the same old stuff im a different cut its what i say and do that make the bitches give it up oh you wanna brag i wanna brag to and what you gonna do when day ask you are you gonna tell a lie or you gonna keep it g or you gonna hold it all in side like you gonna tell on me shit its all cool and its all good its just a nother day in doggie doggie neighboor hood you betta watch your girl if shes on the loose its a 90 percent chance that see goin to get pimp juiced now what it do what it is how you living wit dat chick when you got 4 kids bitches will be bitches as i smash in the chevy its getting its getting kinda heavy bitches will be bitches as i smash in the chevy its getting its getting kinda heavy |
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from Snoop Dogg - Paid Tha Cost To Be Da Boss (2003)
Ya oh
I was juz told/ u get your freedom/ by telling ur enemy/ that/ ull do anything to get ur freedom/ then ull get it/ its the only way ull get it/ when you get that kinda attitude/ then they label u as a crazy nigro/ or theyll juz call u a crazy nigga/ they dun say nigro/ or theyll call u an extremest or a subversive or a sedetiast/ or a red or a radical/ but when u stay radical long enough/ and get enough people to like u/ ull get your freedom/ so dun run around here tryin to to make friends with someone who will deprive u of ur rights/ there not ur friends/ no, there ur enemys/ and treat them like that/ and fight them/ and ull get ur freedom/ and after u get ur freedom ur enemy will respect u/ and well respect u/ and I say that with no hate/ cuz I dun have no hate in me/ I have no hate at all/ so I say to u/ big man/ im the man u think u are/ if u wanna no wat ill do/ figure out wat ull do and ill do the same only more of it/ nigga |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
[Snoop Dogg]
Me and Nate Dogg were so funky fresh We fell off into a club to try to pop it to Daz A lil' Moet to go with the way I'm dressed A seven-piece outfit with a mink vest Couple of ladies skating waiting on some info Them white boys in the back got the indo With a hookup, a hundredd dollars for a half ounce I got to hit it, get it and bounce So right back to the place that I started from Get back hell yeah I'm hardly done Write that on your motherfucking izzass So hold up your glass and let's make a lil' tizoast We brag and boast, zig-zag and smoke and keep a big bag of dope We hold down the VIP wherever we sit Nigga don't get mad if your ho with me [Nate Dogg] I'm not absolutely positive or absolutely sure I'm not out to talk bad about your baby I'm just tyring to be completely sure You want to hang with us, gotta hang with us Take ya ass to the floor I'm trying to game a bit, sound ridiculous Hope the ho is not yours [Snoop Dogg] Dancing and wining and dining a bitch We humping bumping and grinding the shit Nothing else to do now but to leave the club so we can rub-a-dub-dub in my nigga Nate hot tub Then we can grub on some barbeque that my Uncle Rio hooked up, so call your crew 10, 11, 12, or 13, all of them bitches they belong to her team It's so supreme you love my scheme The way I got baby bringing Daddy all the cream Yep, and that's the first step And once you get that, nigga ya got that? Pump that shit and fill up my cup and mack that bitch with the big ol' butt Don't play with it - sway with it And if it's cool with you, shit you know I'm okay with it [Chorus - Nate Dogg] Right back, baby girl I know you like that You try to hide it but you get Right back, come on over for a nightcap Yes even though I'm with the right trap Tell your man that you'll be right back Even though we only just met Make sure you don't forget the Jim' pack I'm not absolutely positive or absolutely sure I'm not out to talk bad about your baby I'm just tyring to be completely sure You want to hang with us, gotta hang with us Take ya ass to the floor I'm trying to game a bit, sound ridiculous Hope the ho is not yours [Chorus] [Warren G] Shouts out to the thugs that be back in the club And of course lil' mama who be backing it up We be the ones back in the Cut' smoking Cognac in the cup, we be stroking After the club, same routine, roll two 13s Since her front clean yahknowimean? Tight jeans, ice bling, no ring, no thang Show off, show her Nate can sing Show her how my team do our thi-dang And how we keep Latrell Sprewells sprinning I'm all hood so the Chucks stay on It's all good we can do it 'til the break of dawn [Chorus] |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
You're back now at the jack-off hour this is DJ, Eazy Dick
On W-Balls, right now, somethin new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg And this one goes out to the ladies, from all the guys A big bow wow wow, cuz we gonna make it a little mystery here tonight, this is DJ Eazy Dick, on the station that slaps you across your fat ass, with a fat dick When I met you last night baby Before you opened up your gap I had respect for ya lady But now I take it all back Cause you gave me all your pussy And ya even licked my balls Leave your number on the cabinet And I promise baby, I'll give ya a call Next time I'm feelin kinda horny You can come on over, and I'll break you off And if you can't fuck, that day, baby Just lay back, and open your mouth Cause I have never met a girl That I love in the whole wide world Well, if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch I'd always be broke I'd never have no motherfuckin indo to smoke I gets loced and looney, bitch you can't Do Me Do we like BBD, you hoochie groupie? I have no love for hoes That's somethin I learned in the pound so how the fuck am I supposed to pay this hoe, just to lay this hoe I know the pussy's mines, I'ma fuck a couple more times And then I'm through with it, there's nothing else to do with it Pass it to the homie, now you hit it Cause she ain't nuthin but a bitch to me And y'all know, that bitches ain't shit to me i gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention Approach it with a different proposition, I'm Kurupt Hoe you'll never be my only one, trick ass beeeitch! It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none (x4) Guess who back in the motherfuckin house With a fat dick for your motherfuckin mouth Hoes recognize, niggaz do too Cuz when bitches get skanless and pull a voodoo What you gon do? You really don't know So I'd advise you not to trust that hoe Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch Knowin damn well, I'm too caught up with my grip Now as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga named Snoop Doggy, I'm all the above I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes But see, it ain't no fun, if my homies can't get a taste of it Cause you know I don't love em Whoa! Hey, now ya know, inhale, exhale with my flow One for the money, two for the btiches Three to get ready, and four to hit the switches In my Chevy, six-fo' Rad to be exact With bitches on my side, and bitches on back So back up bitch cuz i'm strugglin, so get off your knees and then start jugglin these motherfuckin nuts in your mouth It's me, Warren G the nigga with the clout Whoo! It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
Kill kill kill
How many killas you got on your mother fuckin pay roll nigga? Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and Silkk the Shocker No limit (biatch) Nigga nigga I'ma rida Ride with G's And ship keys over seas by the three's Keep an eye on my enemies Snoop and Silkk In da back of the Lac With that AK In da blue tint, with a infer-red Mother fucker gonna die tonight That's why I smoke weed, get high tonight Cuz I'ma No Limit soldier With TRU datted in blood I went to jail for years, for movin, burnin da drugs Murda murda, kill kill If you put me in danger I aint trippin noo No limit niggaz no strangers I'ma tank representer till im history Making playa hatas into a mother fucking memory So throw'em up if you a soldier And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother fucking dolja I know you mother fucking feel me C-murder aint gonna die, till a bitch nigga kill me *Kill-kill-kill Murda-murda-murda Ain't nut'in personal tru See it's all about respect Kill-kill-kill Murda-murda-murda Im never got slippin Keep my heat on the dash *Repeat Now, how many niggaz you know that can fuck around And die and come back They get hooked up with the number one rap label And rap, like that Shit I can't be duplicated But I'm highly playa hated And I been reinstated And I thank god that I finally made it Fated many niggas, just to get one back Remember im that young nigga That put gangsta rap on the map Never craps, only five duices Mix that moet, white star, with them orange juices I hang out with real niggas Like Silkk and C-Murder TRU niggas, do niggas Like you niggas Ghetto ass, lower class Never hesitate to blast And im so serious about my hustlin Gots to have my cash Can you imagin if I was broke Shit I wouldn't be bustin no raps Id have my strap, running up in your door Takin all your dough and your gold and your cars Cuz big snoop Dogg, Aint no mother fucking rap star See ima gangsta(gangsta) and you a notch(you a notch) And you a sucka(bitch ass nigga), and I rock Im draped in my army fatigue Blowing on green trees In the navigator, and keep the heat for them playa hatas *Repeat (x2) Now look at murda, murda, murda And this kill, kill, kill This shits real Stay strapped and capped, to get pealed And mama always told me If you aint down to ride with god Down to die with god You aint no mother fucking soldier No limit datted on my back and my stomach Cuz ima mother fucking fool Uhhh, show me love Cuz when I make music with thugs, I make moves Well im coming out hard I was coming out large Seen this guy named van I bring the pain Look everybody coming out stars See now me, C, and Snoop in da coupe In da house thinking about loop I told niggas Rap shit isnt bad, I blast'em, So I ask'em, I shoot Just a young nigga bout raising hell and makin mail If you a trip I told you I was making this shit on bail (that's cool) Back up nigga, cant flame that shit like drugs And see ima nigga, im gonna hang like a nigga Bang that shit like it was crips and bloods Now deal weed nigga Strapped up in my fatigue Cant hold me down Don't even trip my nigga Snoop If you a soldier now Do what ya think bitch For this tank bitch I stay quick and work And I got No Limit scattered on my fucking forehead That's why I do so much dirt |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Tommy Lee - I dont deny im in the public eye seems like 24/7 being
watched by a spy makes me wonder why they dont live their own livesTheir not news reporters-they're full of bullshit and lies leave them alone their carma will be their demise I can read between the lines they make up shit because theres no shit to find, Im under a microscope directly going to prison if i take a toke people ask me for answers as if I was the pope im my own spiritual leader on this emotional teetor totter my senses are getting hotter Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME? GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK GET THE FUCK BACK BACK Tommy Lee - Now I see whats on the real the public craves drama like a pig that squeals they watched me in court testifyin to a fucked up charge I was drowning myself in my own tears, of my Boys growing up in their early years without their father near ain't noway im gonna dissapear can you hear? Freedom can be taken from you at anytime so you better think twice before you pay the PRICE, pay the PRICE! Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME? GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK GET THE FUCK BACK BACK Chorus - No one can condem! Fitten to go rictor gonna get sicka thats for sure were bumpin up the temperature were blowin up the area, gonna scare ya, were the methods of mayhem no one can condem! Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME? GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK GET THE FUCK BACK BACK Chorus - No one can condem! Chorus - No one can condem! Fitten to go rictor gonna get sicka thats for sure were bumpin up the temperature were blowin up the area, gonna scare ya, were the methods of mayhem! Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME? GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK GET THE FUCK BACK BACK |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
[Snoop Dogg]
A pool party at the church G'd up and others barbequeing Ain't no telling what your daddy and your momma doing Chewing on these baby-backs popping bottles with these macks Everybody swimming, backyard full of women I'm entertaining folks Gave the lil' homie twenty dollars just to shine my hundred spokes Coke with the Hennesey tends to be the remedy Family and friends to me Everyone pretends to be kin to me I can't wait until the Fourth of July to pop some fireworks with my kids and fly some kites high in the sky See, it's the family reunion And down at the church house, they giving up the annual communion It seems we made it to another summer Yeah we came and come up 213 is more than friends Yeah, we like blood brothers Riding this 'til the wheels fall off Can you dig that? We got this summertime anthem for y'all We did that [Chorus - Latoiya Williams] We made it through winter We made it through fall We made it through the spring time Tough times and all It's good to see I love the summer I'm riding with the top down Let the wind blow Chillin' with my love Partying fo' sho' It feels good to see I love the summer Everybody if you with me sing [Nate Dogg] We got the game on lock On the paper chase, can't stop On a roll, still hot Gotta be top notch I like the girls 'cause they hot Plus I know what they want They want the game that we got Hold up baby girl I think not I like the nasty girls from around the way Hoppin' in my gray drop-top Mercedes Shouts go out to my sexy ladies Just in case your man is hating Tell your boy he better chill (Summertime) Tell your boy he better chill (Summertime) [Chorus] [Warren G] I'm addicted to the sunshine the way it make these women dress Tank tops, flip flops, make this nigga love the west Different spots, even though different, it's still crackin' In Jamaica, Queens I sit back, live and collect the cabbage It's an affair that every state can relate to And if you do what I do, then go on and follow suit From Chi-Town to Diego, all the way back to NY Stay fly, and never miss a piece of sunshine When I'm at the church I barbeque for my kinfolk Watch lil' Elijah and lil' Warren run the football Got weed, got drink, but most of all the spirit And it's a blessin' that the world want to hear our music The summer is an inspiration as much as the fast And to my my nigga Snoopdewoop, I love you fam' [Snoop Dogg] Riding this 'til the wheels fall off Can you dig that? We got this summertime anthem for y'all We did that [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Yeah, another summer Kanye West good looking on the beat, nephew 213 reminding y'all put your guns down Well spent summertime, let's enjoy ourselves We just want to celebrate You know what I'm talking about? It's too hot for all that Yeah 213 Moving mountains y'all haha All the time, yeah |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
[Warren G]
213 Childhood homies way back in the day since then it's been 213 the hard way Rapping on the street corners, young as can be All the local groups called us Run-DMC Me? Warren G, I was Jam Master Jay Mixed with my big brother Dr. Dre Now I got shouts to say We still want Eazy like bedstyle people, we want Biggie In memory of Tupac, Left Eye, Aaliyah Heaven sent, say hi to my mama when you see her Rest in peace but let's take it back to the streets With so much drama in the LBC It's kind of hard being a G from 213 Times was hard for a superstar But don't nobody notice who you are We worked hard and stayed true to the game Kept faith, kept God and now you know our name [Chorus - Nate Dogg] A big shout out to all my family and friends When times got hard, you were still be there You give me inspiration like strength from the sun Feel like destiny's son, yeah [Snoop Dogg] To be a rapper was my dream And have a lot of money and live like a king To have a handful of rings And to make the kind of music that the whole world sings Battle rap was the thing And King Park was the spot where all the homeboys hang, bang Just to go do our thang and form my gang And took off white a white boy in a van to get our change And moms knew what time it was And loved the way her baby boy came up, 'cause It's before I was Snoop Dogg on TV I'm talking about when I was like a little bitty BG Nigga me and Warren Gizzy and Nate Dizzy and Fatey Baby are talking about eighty-threezy, flip the clock up to '93 And watch me rock the clock nonstop constantly on MTV and BET whatever you want Hit these niggaz with that motherfucking cheese (G-Funk) Funk to shake ya trunk nigga from the bottom bunk Now I'm moving on up, straight living it up Well known in the zone and I'm still homegrown Like Al be |
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from Eminem - The Marshall Mathers Lp (2000)
[Dre] Yeah, what up Detroit?
[Snoop] Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn't! Ahhh! They didn't do it again, what-what, what-what? Did you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre? [Dre]Oh, fo' sho'! [Snoop] Uh-uh, naw, ya smell that? This is special right here What-what, what-what-what? Yeah, it's a toast to the boggie baby Uhh, to the boggie-woogie-woogie Yeah, y'all know! What's crackin' Dre? [Dr. Dre] Just le me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shit on Slim's shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) Throw on 'Guilty Concience' at concerts and watch mosh pits 'til motherfuckers know each other unconcious (Watch out now!) Some of these crowds that Slim draws is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and fulla cars Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw +IS+ niggaz from Chrenshaw from Long Beach to South Central Whoa, not these niggaz again These growan-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again You and what army could harm me? D-R-E and Shady, with Doggy from Long Beach Came a long way, to makin' these songs play It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way I got a long uz', and I carry it all day Sometimes it's like a nightmare, just bein' Andre, but I... [Snoop Dogg] Somehow, someway - tell 'em, nigga You know about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg) Now let me cut these niggaz up and show 'em where da fuck I'm comin from I get the party crackin' from the shit that I'll be spittin' son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got about fifty gungs, and I love all of 'em the same - bang bang! Damn baby girl what's your name? I forgot - what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed Hangin' in the club, with my newphew Eminem (What's up Slim?) What up cuz? (What up Snoop?) The Great White American Hope, done hooked up with the King of the motherfuckin' West Coast, bay-bayy! Chorus: Nate Dogg (+Snoop) [Nate] And you don't really wanna fuck, with me Only nigga that I trust, is me Fuck around and make me bust, this heat [Snoop] That's, the devil, they always wanna dance [Xzibit] I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, I'm watchin' you move You're found dead in your garage, with 10 o' clock news coverage Gotta love it, cuz I expose the facade Your little lungs is too small to hotbok with God All jokes aside, some bounce with us Standin' over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough When things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with Puff Bitch, please - you must have a mental disease Assume the position and get back down on your knees - c'mon Chorus 2X [Eminem - impersonating Snoop] Awww naww, big Slim Dogg Eighty pound balls, dick six inch long Back up, in the, heezy BAY-BAY He's Sha-day! [Snoop] He's so cra-zay! [Eminem] Hahaha! Give me the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White pickets outside the Interscope offices every night What if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin' a living off of the world's misery - what in the world gives me the right to say what I like, and walk around filppin' the bird Livin' the urban life, like a white kid from the 'burbs Dreamin' at night of screamin' at mom, schemin' to leave Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me I just want you all to notice me and people to see that somewhere deep down, there's a decent human being in me It just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me is cuz this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean So when you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on TV or heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely it's just me being me, here want me to tone it down? Suck my fuckin' dick, you faggot You happy now? Look here [Eminem - impersonating Snoop] I start some trouble everywhere that I go (that I go) Ask the bouncers in the club cuz they know (cuz they know) I start some shit they throw me out the back do' (the back do') Come back and shoot the club up with a fo'-fo' (a fo'-fo') Chorus 2X [Xzibit] 2001 and forever Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, X to the Z, Nate Dogg C'mon, yeah!! |
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from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg [single] (2001)
Goldie Loc, remember this last shit
All these bitches wanting their bills paid And just calling niggaz scrubs and shit Shit we need to slide over 99 before the R2G You know we got to come back on these hoes my nigga... That's real With the DPGC Dogghouse Style... Eastside up, check this out babe [Hook] When I wake up in the morning You give me breakfast in my bed And when I need a little loving You know you're quick to give me head [Goldie Loc] I woke up, gave it a good stretch Call my nigga so I can see what's next Big movie racking Goldie Loc slack-a-lackin' Bump head in the morning had a nigga crack-a-lackin So I call my nigga Clean Right I know he gon have some bomb hoes tonight But I got to get this work done don't trip the Loc is all one Watch me get this second ??? bread with my ??? on He tried to get with the money I was making Tripping on my tricks now watch how they behaving [Snoop Dogg] You know what? Kiss me and I'll kiss you back [Hook] When I wake up in the morning You give me breakfast in my bed And when I need a little loving You know you're quick to give me head [Snoop Dogg] It's six am she won't pay him but she will pay me OG baby, baby on bullshit most of the time Hoes did it fine, ain't she's like Ginuwine I ain't got time to be messing around Let's hit the hotel and straight put it down You do me and I do you back That's how a pimp player do it like that I met you at the club so it couldn't be love Come to find out you the motherf**ker scrub on the dub And now you wanna get in my tub and get a back scrub With Snoop d-o-dub? Hold on, put your clothes on, bitch you ain't bout to get your doughs on Go in the kitchen and hook me up something to eat And put the TV on BET And toss me a LA Times and roll one of them dimes And make sure the radio works And get me some orange juice with the ice in a cup I know I'm the man damn but I'm a motherf**kin pimp and I don't give a f**k And when I wake up in the morning, bitch you know what's up [Hook] When I wake up in the morning You give me breakfast in my bed And when I need a little loving You know you're quick to give me head You're the sweetest hoe I know And I'll never let you go Ooh ooh (ooh ooh) You gon be my back up hoe Ooh ooh (ooh ooh) You gon be my back up hoe |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
[Mean Green] What's up y'all? It's the Mean-ster Green-ster THIS should be played in residential neighborhoods clubs, cars, at high volume Get (?) wodies, at high volume [Master P - over Mean Green] UNNNNNGHHH! Where all my No Limit Soldiers at? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? Where y'all at? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Throw 'em up, throw 'em up, throw 'em up) WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up) [Chorus 2X: Master P] I'm a Down South nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a West coast nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a East coast nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a Midwest nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Master P] Rented gat in his ride, wodie throw 'em up high We some No Limit Soldiers 'til the day that we die And everybody in my click be rowdy (UNNNNGHHH) (?) boot up, or shut up, or get routed! I'm from the streets and I hang with killers I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers Wodie respect my hood, screamin C-P-3 Nigga and Magic and Snoop, over there with me Cause I'm a Uptown nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ If we got problems we gon' bust them triggers Throw them thangs boy, like Sugar Shane Mosley Shake them haters, cause y'all can't hold me [Chorus] [Mr. Magic] Get bucked up, nigga tear da club up If you ain't bout gettin rowdy then back the FUCK UP Y'all, know when I'm comin you hear the chopper go BLAKA BLAKA I came to tear the ROOF off this motherfucker The hyper y'all get the harder I spit (WHOOO!) And won't stop until they start a fight in this bitch! When I touch the mic I set the bitch on fire Who say they harder? They a motherfuckin LIAR! I touch the stage the crowd go crazy (AHHH!) The Devil raised me, you motherfuckers can't fade me Mr. 9th Ward, better respect this I keep my head in the air because I know I'm the shit! [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] B-O-U-T bout it (bout it) Tear this motherfuckin club up, nigga get rowdy Big Snoop D-O-double-G in this sonuvabitch (beitch) Gotcha runnin cause I'm comin with that South shit Close your mouth BITCH, DoggHouse BITCH Whatchu thought motherfucker? We gon' stay rich Well, the sayin goes, we slangin hoes while y'all be payin hoes, we G'd up and we pushin these pony-ups And the heat goes where the homie goes and the homie knows No Limit and DoggHouse keep it crack-a-lackin Mackin actin, rip-rackin, gun clappin and chip stackin [Chorus] - 1/2 [Magic] Back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [M.P.] I'm a 3rd Ward nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Magic] I'm a 9th Ward nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Snoop] I'm a Long Beach nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [M.P.] I'm a No Limit nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Master P] Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Now which one of y'all motherfuckers (??) BACK THE FUCK UP!! Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Fuck the world nigga, haha (BEOTCH) We back wodie! No Limit! Snoop! (WOOF WOOF) P! And Magic So what I want y'all to do right now BOUNCE! (Shake them haters shake them haters shake them haters off) Motherfucker [Snoop] Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off [Master P] Yo Snoop, it's your country uncle Master P man The black Tony Montana, I wanna tell you Thank you for ery'thing you did for No Limit We won the fuckin war together We can do what we wanna do after this It ain't No Limit Snoop, you been good to me Now it's time for me to be good to you I'm bout to give you your own blocks wodie You do what you wanna do Bring 'em in, we get the kilos from the South to the West We ship 'em, give it to the world Sell it to the fuckin record stores! Tell the fuckin haters to shut up! Cause it still ain't No Limit I know they thought this was "Tha Last Meal" but they don't realize it ain't the last deal Snoopy It's me and you baby, let's toast to success! DoggHouse, No Limit, to the fuckin world man! "Last Meal" on that puta, you fuckin cockroaches! |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
[Mean Green] What's up y'all? It's the Mean-ster Green-ster THIS should be played in residential neighborhoods clubs, cars, at high volume Get (?) wodies, at high volume [Master P - over Mean Green] UNNNNNGHHH! Where all my No Limit Soldiers at? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? Where y'all at? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Throw 'em up, throw 'em up, throw 'em up) WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up) [Chorus 2X: Master P] I'm a Down South nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a West coast nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a East coast nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a Midwest nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Master P] Rented gat in his ride, wodie throw 'em up high We some No Limit Soldiers 'til the day that we die And everybody in my click be rowdy (UNNNNGHHH) (?) boot up, or shut up, or get routed! I'm from the streets and I hang with killers I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers Wodie respect my hood, screamin C-P-3 Nigga and Magic and Snoop, over there with me Cause I'm a Uptown nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ If we got problems we gon' bust them triggers Throw them thangs boy, like Sugar Shane Mosley Shake them haters, cause y'all can't hold me [Chorus] [Mr. Magic] Get bucked up, nigga tear da club up If you ain't bout gettin rowdy then back the FUCK UP Y'all, know when I'm comin you hear the chopper go BLAKA BLAKA I came to tear the ROOF off this motherfucker The hyper y'all get the harder I spit (WHOOO!) And won't stop until they start a fight in this bitch! When I touch the mic I set the bitch on fire Who say they harder? They a motherfuckin LIAR! I touch the stage the crowd go crazy (AHHH!) The Devil raised me, you motherfuckers can't fade me Mr. 9th Ward, better respect this I keep my head in the air because I know I'm the shit! [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] B-O-U-T bout it (bout it) Tear this motherfuckin club up, nigga get rowdy Big Snoop D-O-double-G in this sonuvabitch (beitch) Gotcha runnin cause I'm comin with that South shit Close your mouth BITCH, DoggHouse BITCH Whatchu thought motherfucker? We gon' stay rich Well, the sayin goes, we slangin hoes while y'all be payin hoes, we G'd up and we pushin these pony-ups And the heat goes where the homie goes and the homie knows No Limit and DoggHouse keep it crack-a-lackin Mackin actin, rip-rackin, gun clappin and chip stackin [Chorus] - 1/2 [Magic] Back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [M.P.] I'm a 3rd Ward nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Magic] I'm a 9th Ward nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Snoop] I'm a Long Beach nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [M.P.] I'm a No Limit nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Master P] Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Now which one of y'all motherfuckers (??) BACK THE FUCK UP!! Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Fuck the world nigga, haha (BEOTCH) We back wodie! No Limit! Snoop! (WOOF WOOF) P! And Magic So what I want y'all to do right now BOUNCE! (Shake them haters shake them haters shake them haters off) Motherfucker [Snoop] Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off [Master P] Yo Snoop, it's your country uncle Master P man The black Tony Montana, I wanna tell you Thank you for ery'thing you did for No Limit We won the fuckin war together We can do what we wanna do after this It ain't No Limit Snoop, you been good to me Now it's time for me to be good to you I'm bout to give you your own blocks wodie You do what you wanna do Bring 'em in, we get the kilos from the South to the West We ship 'em, give it to the world Sell it to the fuckin record stores! Tell the fuckin haters to shut up! Cause it still ain't No Limit I know they thought this was "Tha Last Meal" but they don't realize it ain't the last deal Snoopy It's me and you baby, let's toast to success! DoggHouse, No Limit, to the fuckin world man! "Last Meal" on that puta, you fuckin cockroaches! |
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from Snoop Dogg - Paid Tha Cost To Be Da Boss (2003)
(feat. The Dramatics)
[Chorus 1] Like a star slipping out of place Sliding from the sky Tumbling through space When you touch my hand I swear I feel like I'm ballin' (Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin') Yeh ballin' (Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin') Like a wheel Whirling round and round Rolling down a hill (rollin' down a hill) Spinning on the ground (rollin' down a hill) Your kissing makes me dizzy yeh In the head (ooh yeh) And I'm ballin' I'm ballin' [Verse 1] Hmm, I love this game coz this game love me back I'm pushing a lac, smoking sacs like a mad mac Bringing me back, banging the 8-track track The Dramatics and Battle Cat and Snoop like that Big stars in big cars we pull up at the big clubs and sit at the big bars Sippin' champaign with a bowl of cavier Hell yeh you are, yeh you are Say it say it, coz they all deny it Player play it, coz you cant deny it As fly as it get, as fly as I spit you know its the shit It's so gangsta, gangsta bitch Switch back to the old school, old fools know This here thang we do so original I got to have it, lavish Is how we establish On the real love one it feels good to have [Chorus 2] Like a rose, flippin down the street Looking oh so sweet (lookin' oh so sweet) Bumpin to the beat (bumpin to the beat) These streets they keep me busy yeh Makin' bread And I'm ballin' (Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin') Yeh ballin' (Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin') Oh here I go! Ballin making dough Working for myself Coz it thrills me so I keep women on my line Coz they know That I'm ballin' (Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin') Yeh ballin' (Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin') Oh here I go! Driving down the road I can't help myself Ballin' Thrills me so Yeh you blew my mind And I know , I'm ballin' (Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin') Yeh ballin' (Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin') [Verse 2] Do that, who that, you that one they called on Baller' get your ball on It's all on now fall on to a new groove Really aint nothing to prove We, set the mood Or shoot some pool Or blaze a Cool What? Whatup fool Now you can cruise if you choose but I prefer to do the cha-cha And once my small kitchen ?throw? You know I gotcha Watch out, no need to pull your glock out It's a players affair, now Look at my hair and the girls wit me They got the same thang on Pimp pimp parade, my nigga get your bang on Coz my uncles about to get their sang on And all round the world, my nigga, it's the same song And when its time for your callin', fallin', wit no stallin' keep it ballin' [Chorus 3] He starts to mill Just rollin' tru his town Stacking dollar bills (stacking dollar bills) Raising dogg pound (he be raising the dog pound) Becasuse he's loved Loved in every city Thats why he's ballin' (Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin') Yeh ballin' (Ballin', Ballin', Ballin', Ballin') [verse 3] There it is coz it is there Now have a seat and come hit the game from a player They say time brings change and change brings time It's so genuine and so divine It's been so long in fact its overdue Now tell me baby girl what can D-O-DOUBLE-G do for you I fell for you, I'll always look over you Theres really not much that a player would'nt do for you So quit stallin' and fallin' And come get a bar of some of this ballin' Now quit stallin' and callin' And come get yaself a bar of this ballin' [Outro] Yeh thats right, this is ahh, radio station 187.4 DG Sock it to your ass With something from The Dramatics And Snoop Dog Let them spot that ok It's another one of those world premiers Doin' it to ya doggystyle, in ya air hole for the 2000 plus 1, yeh |
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from Snoop Dogg - R&G (Rhythm & Gangsta): The Masterpiece (2006)
Bang out, 'til the sun comes up
The wheels fall off and the drop collapse Cause I bang out, keep my glock in hand While you're posted up, chillin wit'cha mans Bang out, won't catch me sleepin While you in the club, goin out for keeps Cause I bang out, shots go off quick Catch yo' ass butt-naked while you wit'cha bitch Cause I bang out [Snoop Dogg] I toss up the set I walk up in this bitch with some gold on my neck Yeah nigga, I'm controllin the set Rock and roll on a bitch then grab ahold of my dick Uhh, I pop a hole in your clique So you don't wanna fuck with this One nigga found on the ground we don't fuck around D-O-double-G Pound, L.B.C. style [Interlude: Jasmin Lopez] Victory, is mine, and no one shine Ain't no need to try, can't stop my grind Keep, my pen, in hand, goin on for mine If, you did-n't know, just press rewind Victory is mine [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Eastside Long Beach Rollin 20's Yup, we fully wid'dit Yeah, we wear dem black and gold coats with the patch on the back that's says 'Stealers' A lot of niggaz wanna do us but they cain't cause it's hard to get wit us Watch out for them sliders, boy we riders Heavy hitters, Eastsidaz, yeah We shoot first, talk later Nigga y'all hater, Doggy Dogg spray ya And then I slid away Smooth lil' getaway, did it with a chill today I'm gonna need a hit a day I live my life like I was John F. Kennedy Mm, nah, I won't be sent away Fuck a cop, non-stop, 20 Crip, all day [Chorus] [Interlude] [Snoop Dogg] Yeah nigga, back bangin, HA HA HA The Big Boss Dogg nigga, Snoop D-O-double-G R&G nigga - Rhythm & Gangsta: The Masterpiece Fuckin these niggaz up once again, yeah yeah And you don't stop |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
[Snoop and some girl are in a bathtub]
Uhh, that felt good Does it baby? Yeah, rub my back for me Where do you want me to rub it baby? Right here OK Ohh Turn around Aight, check it out though Why don't you put me on some music? What you wanna hear baby? Put me on some of that old gangsta shit Aight *ding dong* *needle scratching* Damn! the fuck is that, everytime i'm chillin someone ringing my motherfuckin doorbell You want me to get that for you? Yeah, handle that shit for me Aight, i'll be right back What the fuck? [diffrent voices say thigs to snoop] Hey Snoop! Yo, what's up Snoop Dogg?! Hey, hey, hey Snoop, what's goin on? What's up G-Dogg? Ohh nuttin, tryin to live between this guy I met tonight to have some dirt no way man Right right That nigga fucked about right about now Dogg I'm about ready to get up out this damn I'm ready to get his shit up man With motherfuckin law after me Punk ass bitches, sucka ass niggaz I can't take this shit no more dogg What?! Man you wanna get out the game, come on man You can, smoke a pound of bud everyday You got a big screen TV, man, you wanna give all this up? You got the dopest shit out on the streets Nigga, is you crazy? That's the American Dream nigga Well ain't it? Fool, you better come on in Wait wait wait wait hold up Snoop Hey nigga, I put five dollars on the weed You better quit fuckin with me [Dre] It's time to get busy in this motherfucker... Like we always do about this time |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)
Who ride We ride Who ride We ride Who ride WE RIDE On three We ride One two three WE RIDE One two three WE RIDE One two three WE RIDE Beat up on yo' pads C'mon little homie go on and beat up on yo' pads Yeah beat up on yo' pads Ha ha Steelers Steelers Yeah beat up on yo' pads C'mon little homie go on and beat up on yo' pads You love football Well beat up on yo' pads If you down with Snoop Dogg go on and beat up on yo' pads All my little homies beat up on yo' pads C'mon little homie go on and beat up on yo' pads If you're runnin the ball then speed up on 'em fast Ain't no need to play with 'em go on beat up on yo' pads They bang every Saturday and Sunday loc S Y F L man it ain't no joke Helmets and shoulder pads ain't no bulletproof vests See ain't too many options on the wild wild West See I've been blessed so I guess that I can give back Football in the hood dog you dig that I brought the demos back and that's just one I'm in Pomona with the Steelers come and get some Want some'n bad enough take it Them runningbacks dippin cuttin and shakin you ain't gettin none Inside out hit the eight gap I love it when they say that who's house C house G house P house D house Well we house wherever we go blowin 'em out Lettin 'em know never know that you could shine It's all for the kids and plus they havin a good time And as long as I live I'm a stay doin positive and helpin the kids So when you see me on the football field I need to holla at you Doggy Dogg Homie chill chill nigga Now what you need to do is read up on my past 'fore I have my little homies go and beat up on yo' ass Matter fact little homie go and beat up on yo' pads Show 'em how we get out ball on beat up on yo' pads Yeah go on and beat up on yo' pads All my little homies go ahead and beat up on yo' pads If you a ball player then beat up on yo' pads S Y F L homie beat up on yo' pads Yeah go on and beat up on yo' pads All my little homies go and beat up on yo' pads Aw yeah beat up on yo' pads Ain't nuttin to it but to do it beat up on yo' pads pads Yeah go on and beat up on yo' pads C'mon little homie go on and beat up on yo' pads Celebratin just beat up on yo' pads All in together now just beat up on yo' pads Yeah go on beat up on yo' pads All you football players go on and beat up on yo' pads All in together now c'mon y'all Go on beat up on yo' beat up on yo' beat up on yo' pads pads For all my little homies in the Snoop Youth Football League Yeah you know Coach Snoop love y'all Ain't nuttin to it but to do it uh For all my future N F L stars Yeah from the S Y F L to high school get it On to college on to the big leagues That's what it does |
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from Snoop Dogg - Paid Tha Cost To Be Da Boss (2003)
[Hook 2X's: Pharrell & Uncle Charlie Wilson]
Ohhh-ohh-oh-ohhh-ohhh... (Oh-hooo!) Yeahhh, yeahh, yeah, yeahhhh... (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...) [Chorus 2X's] Beautiful, I just want you to know (Oh-hooo!) You're my favorite girl... (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...) I know you gon' lose it, this new Snoop shit Come on baby boo, you gotsta get into it (Oh-hooo!) Don't fool wit the playa with the cool whip Yeah-yeah, you know I'm always on that cool shit Walk to it, do it how you do it Have a glass, lemme put you in the mood and, (Oh-hooo!) Lil' cutie lookin' like a student Long hair, wit'cha big fat booty Back in the days you was a girl I went to school wit Had to tell your moms and sister to cool it (Oh-hooo!) The girl wanna do it, I just might do it Here to walk wit some pimp-pimp clue wit' Mommy don't worry, I won't abuse it Hurry up and finish so we can watch 'Clueless' (Oh-hooo!) I laugh at these niggas when they ask who do this But everybody know who girl that you is [Chorus 2X's] [Verse 2] When I see my baby boo, shit, I get foolish Smack a nigga that tries to pursue it (Oh-hooo!) Homeboy, she taken, just move it I asked you nicely, don't make the Dogg lose it We just blow 'dro and keep the flow movin' In a '64, me and baby boo cruisin' (Oh-hooo!) Body rag interior blue, and Have them hydralics squeakin' when we screwin' Now she's yellin', hollerin' out Snoop, and Hootin', hollerin'; hollerin', hootin' (Oh-hooo!) Black and beautiful, you the one I'm choosin' Hair long and black and curly like you're Cuban Keep groovin', that's what we doin' And we gon' be together until your moms move in... (Oh-hooo!) Pharrell: Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you... [Chorus & Hook: 2X's] [Bridge 2X's: Pharrell & Uncle Charlie Wilson] ...See I just want you To know that you are really special... Ohh why, oh why, oh why, oh why... [Verse 3] Snoop Dogg Clothing, that's what I'm groomed in You got my pictures on the wall in your room-in (Oh-hooo!) Girls be complainin' you keep me boomin' But girls like that wanna listen to Pat Boone (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...) You's a college girl, but that don't stop you from doin' Come and see the Dogg in a hood near you-in (Oh-hooo!) You don't ask why I roll wit a crew, and Twist up my fingers and wear dark blue-in (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...) On the eastside, that's the crew I choose Nothin' I do is new to you (Oh-hooo!) I smack up the world if they rude to you (Ehh...) 'Cause baby girl you so beautiful... [Chorus 2X's] [Bridge 4X's] |
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from Snoop Dogg - Ego Trippin' [Expicit Version] (2008)
[Intro]
Yeah, this record for my baby, my baby boo I know I'm always on the road, I'm always gone And you say I never make records for you no more Well this record is from me to you, baby Yeah, real talk [Chorus] Been around the world I've been into many places Seen some unfamiliar faces But baby, none of them compare to you Soon as I get home I'm racing to unplug my phone [Verse 1] I seen everything twice Been around the world, I've seen every scene twice Stopping down in Tokyo, dipping in the rice I'm a boss at the wind, I cracked every colored dice I do it big, fuck the rumors Rich and infamous with the blue and grey Pumas Gangstas don't die, they just move to Miami I did all that, I was voted my candy I'm sorta like Sammy Smoother than Marvin, I need me a Tammy Sippin' Chardinae, making deals with my hands free Fatherhood, now the actors can't stand me Cause I own rap, and I'm coming for your day job Until then, I'm chilling at the day spa Relax my mind and just chill Cause without you, none of this is real Baby, you know I [Chorus] [Verse 2] Yeah, but now I'm back across the water I'm in Sydney with somebody's daughter Blowing sticky by the zips, and they can tell By my rag hanging, nigga, this is Crip, but I'm chilling It feels so good to get away Especially when your name is D-O-double-Gizzee Coast-to-coast jetting, man, I been doing that What you do, just start balling? I been around the track Hop in Peas with the bosses 300 for the yacht, the third deck got a office Docking down in Manico, churching with my folks Bad luck had me dying when I fell up out that boat My life is like a movie But the bad guy don't die at the end, so sue me Then I relax and chill Cause without you, none of this is real Baby you know I [Chorus] [Outro] Just for you baby Yeah, I'm on my way home right now I'm on my way right now I'm leaving the studio right now Soon as I get home tomorrow, I'ma go unplug it Matter of fact, I ain't even gonna bring it in the house See you in a minute... |
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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
Celebrate, grab a drink and put a blunt in the sky Worldwide, nigga it's 1999 Shit out of control, sign of the times I ain't had this much fun since '79 I was only eight then, hadn't been to the penn Just a young nigga on the front of a swing Playin football up in Powly High Too young to ride but it's still Eastside Homocides didn't happen much, niggas wasn't rappin much It's 99 nigga, shit, I know you strappin up Hell motherfuckin yeah, nigga wanna see the end So next year we can do it all again Same dogg channel, same dogg time Only the strong will survive in 99 So much drama and dillusion, my conclusion is confusing Drippin on my memories, twisted off my music Tryin to make my people do things, oh yeah we do's it, we do's it Here's my number baby girl don't you lose it It's smoky in this motherfucker while we cruising And Eastside niggas is the shadiest (shadiest) But them Westside niggas is the craziest (craziest) Summertime on the grind, baby let me shine, let me shine Roll with this shit, I'm cold with this shit in my prime Nigga done time and I never dropped a motherfucking dime Be smart, fresh start is all you need First thing first, cuz, stop smoking cess weed You are what you smoke, nigga stop hating That's why you broke and that's why we celebrating But life's so hard on a G, that's what they all say But somehow someway, better days ahead, Freddy's dead And Betty said Eddie's a fed Sweaty in bed with a nine to his head And he fuckin with this hoodrat that he met up in dance Betty gettin mad cause Eddie wanna share But look at how you livin for a minute then compare I love confetti, I always stay ready Keep some killers by my side and some riders by the telli I'm ready to do now, who now, you now Eddie wasn't ready when they drew that, booyow Two down, with just one gun My nigga, and who said killin wasn't no fun I sit alone in the zone with a face of stone Live the life of Al Capone or Don Coroleone Tragically casulties and fatalities And all kinds of funny ass niggas coming after me My grand pappy once sat me on his lap and he said Sonny get your money 'fore you end up dead I never really understood what he said Until my motherfucking dogg took a slug in his head Cold way nigga gotta learn his lesson Slow down and go down, shit you know now Be smart, fresh start is all you need First things first cuz, stop smokin cess weed You are what you smoke, my nigga stop hating That's why you broke and that's why we celebrating But life's so hard on a G, that's what they all say But somehow someway, you got to make a better way (Somehow someway) You got to make a better way (You got to make a better way) You got to make a better way (You got to make a better way) You got to make a better way (You got to make a better way) You got to make a better way (Yeah, better days ahead) Better days ahead (Better days ahead) Better days ahead That's real. I feel your pain nigga. I used to be just like you nigga. Before I got off in this rap shit. Shit, nigga did anything to get a dollar. You know, but one thing I never did do. I ain't never beg a nigga for nothing or ask a nigga for nothing. I went out and got my own ya feel me? So from me to you, man to man. Better days ahead my nigga. Shit, keep the faith and get your hustle on. Cause I'm a get mine regardless. Nigga wether I'm rapping or on the streets. I gotta have it. |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Check it out Dogg
this game is a motherfuckin trip man Word on the streets Everybody always tryin to run up on me hollerin about word on the street is dis nigga said dis Man I don't give a FUCK about what that nigga said man That's what's wrong with you niggaz you niggaz is just like bitches Hoe ass niggaz talk too motherfuckin much Study your own get your own yahmsayi Be independent nigga BEOTCH Bitch niggaz bitch niggaz Bitch niggaz bitch niggaz Bitch ass niggaz beotch BITCH NIGGAZ bitch niggaz Yeah I'm talkin about you beotch Bitch niggaz and you too beotch Hmm Dogg I meet mo bitch niggaz than hoes look here And I really don't know but that's just how it go damn Dogg so many niggaz like to keep up shit And just like a bitch beotch niggaz be talkin shit nigga Smilin in my face and then they blast me in the back ka ka ka ka ka Niggaz stay strapped from way back cause payback ll make niggaz wanna pop that shit If you ain't ready for the game uh uh nigga stop that shit We rock that shit my nigga Dre drop that shit right No mo' talkin I'm walkin and I'm poppin the clip Glock on the hip set trippin dippin an shit If you act like a bitch nigga nigga you get smacked like a bitch Bitch niggaz bitch niggaz bitch niggaz These niggaz don't know what the fuck is goin on Yo Dogg check it kick back Let me holla at these niggaz for a minute Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity The aggravated makin these punk muh'fuckers hate it COMPTON is the city I'm from Cain't never leave the crib without a murder wea pon Huh I cain't live my life on broke no mo And most of these fools ain't shit but cutthroats They smile in a nigga face and for what They got the game fucked up and want my thang fucked up I done learned a lot seen a whole lot The top notch nigga I'm fiendin for that spot Now peep game on what Six Deuce told me These niggaz after yo paper Dr DRE what And these punk ass hoes is lookin for dough You gotta watch your homeboys cause a nigga never know Oh they'll be around but when yo paper get low Just like Master P said There Dey Go There Day Go Bitch niggaz uh huh attention all personnel stop scheamin and lookin hard stop scheamin and an and an an and and lookin hard Bitch nigga a bitch nigga Bitch nigga HELLA bitch nigga Youse a bitch nigga motherfucker bitch nigga A bitch nigga a bitch nigga I know yo type so much bitch in you if it was lightly darker lights was little dimmer my dick be stuck up in yo windpipe Hmm you'd rather blow me than fight I'm from the OLD SCHOOL like Romey Rome homey yo you owe me the right to slap you like the bitch that you are that wanted to cap you every since you was mad doggin me with that bitch in yo car Fool singing Who do you think you are MrBig Stuff Man you shit on Hit get yo shit bust plus pistol whipped cover it up use yo bitch's blush Mr Powder Puff yo bark ain't loud enough huh I know chihuahuas that's mo rah rah HA HA I have to laugh Dre I bet he take bubble baths You don't want no trouble with the Aftermath staff trust me Doggy Dogg Diggy Doctor plus me No youse a busta slash hussy soft as a Hush Puppy Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimen's a bitch nigga attention all personnel stop scheamin and lookin hard stop stop stop scheamin and lookin hard op stop ah op op stop sch sch scheamin and lookin hard stop scheamin an an an an an and lookin hard stop scheamin and lookin hard stop skee scheamin and lookin hard stop scheamin and and and stop scheamin and lookin hard |
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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
(feat. Xzibit)
[Xzibit] Yeah.. time to bring yo' ass to the table y'all It's X to the Z Xzibit, yeah (Where you at?) Snoop double-D, uh, O.G. (West coast, Los Angeles) What, bringin it live, with Dr. Dre, what? {*Xzibit makes the "Ghetto Bird" sound*} Throwin up a BIG-ASS W, coverin up the world right? YEAHHH! Hah, listen look You ain't tryin to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor Goin down by the second round, all hail the underground How dat sound? Xzibit backin down from a conflict Fuck the nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb shit Glass and metal in every direction Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon and reason why niggaz with problems keep on steppin Xzibit ready to scrap, like Mike Tyson with his license back Nine to five, minimum wage, what type of life is that for me? It's blasphemy, you fuckin around with the Sundance Kid and Butch Cassidy You had the audacity to wanna tangle with the X Strangle your neck, slap you like the opposite sex Drunk drivin tryin to stack my loot While other rappers gettin "Treated Like a Prostitute" So check the SoundScan Chorus One: Snoop Dogg All I wanna be was a G, ha My whole life, nigga please, ha Breakin off these motherfuckin keys, ha Let's get these motherfuckin G's, ha Nigga you don't wanna fuck with this.. [Snoop Dogg] Hmm.. aww nah, big Snoop Dogg Back up in the heezee bay-bay You jockin my style, "You so cra-zy" Dre say, ain't +No Limit+ to this As long as we drop gangsta shit Look here bitch, you fine and I dig your style Come fuck with a nigga, do it +Doggystyle+ I'll be gentle, sentimental Shit, we fucked in the rental Lincoln, Continental Hmm, coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago (Yeah nigga you know what's happenin man) I get this pussy everywhere that I go (These bitches know what time it is) Ask the bitches in your hood cause they know (Hell yeah, hoes know about a nigga like me MAN) I get the pussy everywhere that I go (I pimp these hoes, nigga, ha ha) Ask the bitches in your hood cause they know Chorus Two: Xzibit Bitch please, get down on your god damn knees For this money chronic clothes and weed (look) You fuckin with some real O.G's Bitch please Bitch please, get down on your motherfuckin knees We came to get the motherfuckin G's Yeah, you fuckin' with some real O.G's You dick-tease! [Snoop Dogg] Bitch, please! Now what you need to do is Hem my coat, and roll me some dough (f'real) Different strokes (uh-huh) for different folks Oh, you like settin niggaz up and gettin them loc's A cute lil' bitch with a whole lotta heart Shit gets thick when the light gets dark She say she gots a lick for me (well hook it up) Worth about, two hundred G's and thirty keys Now check this out Dre, now if I don't move Then a nigga like me, shit I don't lose But you know me, Dogg I'm movin Ain't nuttin to it, but to get to groovin You been, waitin on a nigga like me (whas' happenin) to take that chance and rob yo' man and beat up the pussy A victim of the circumstance (yeah right) That's the devil, they always wanna dance See we go out with a bang (bang BANG!) I'm tryin to work this cold thang, and take this whole thang I get the money everywhere that I go (I go) I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho (fo' sho) I get the money everywhere that I go (I go) I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho (fo' sho) Outro: Nate Dogg (repeat 4X to fade) Aiyyo.. aiyyo aiyyo; you don't wanna step to me Still claimin D.P.G. - til the day I D-I-E |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
INTRO:(PRINCE ITIAL)
Watch it!Watch it! Daz is coming and there'll be no more waiting Watch it!Watch it! Kurupt is coming and there'll be no more waiting Watch it!Watch it! Doggystyle is coming and there'll be no more waiting You might be shooting up close with the Itial ever lose respectin VERSE 1:(KURUPT) Now follow me deep in the depths of my mind Thinkin many plots blossoms how amny times? I'm sedated my (?conscriptiated?) from beginning Broke in the bombest weed smoke that will make a nigga choke To my loccs way down in the Valley deep To my homies in the Pound from L-ong Beach To my bulls out in Philly coz all they smoke is phillies Wit' these silly ass bitches out for a niggas riches Now really really ever slip or trip A big shout out to my niggas in ?? I spits the vocabulary to sinks MCs like ships With my nocturnal rhymes and editorial clips I gotta click that'll hit you like a thousand volts The homies catchin cases,robberies and assaults It ain't my fault that my shit might hit like that Listen in,get elevated off the verbal contact BRIGDE:(DAT NIGGA DAZ) When a nigga gotta strive for his he can't stop Gotta get somewhere When a nigga gotta mash for his he can't stop Gotta get somewhere VERSE 2:(DAZ,BAD AZZ,*unknown*) My mind-state these days make the average nigga afraid Hurt em in the worst way,put it down for myself Put em to rest,confess nevertheless Snatch em a cap and destroy em at my best For the simple fact that with contact we the block entourage We drop bombs and we known to calm down the savage beast And the rest of the jungle,while mistreat Any MC tryin to fuck with D-A-Z I represent it to the fullest,it could be a verbal massacre In '96,with a diff'rent approach I'm shit I got the flavour and I'm major,bust the ass Niggas can't stop us and can't fade us Shady ass niggas can't stand next to ya When the Tek connects to ya,swift as a cheetah when I'm catchin ya I bet'cha I won't let ya escape Face-to-real on point-to-train-to kill beyond the violated area When the smoke clears the area,rather we toast So at home I blaze the zag or the bone Once again another zone is gone MCs try to step they get lit and blown At the end the lights go out so before they do I'm a L-B-C on through,stayin true Demanding my respect,respect is what I've given So respect is what I expect,the money got me driven To the point of no return so the streets I roam Don't catch chrome to the dome of this flack black .45 calibre Glock,gat,gun or pistol Whistle and watch all my homeboys come run Or hear the click,damn that shit that you get hit with When we bust I let loose,this is pre-meditated dick-up To all the busters that jealous and hate it but can't fade it With the every attempt they fail,oh well Consequences get suffered,I put pressure on sucker motherfuckers The bill is crisp,(the deal is )the deal is this- I gotta plot em on a mash for my chips Get in my way and get stepped on I'm stompin,steppin with my projectile weapon Wuz up (?Jex?)so's eject the hum When I swarm through,who knew about the real deal I conceal? But still can you feel the topic of the whole situation is trust No ho is a must!If I bust My brain constructs to form knowledge to the max Defeatin and deletin elevation set backs We wax tracks and smack up MCs who compose the violence Bringin drama with no parental guidance Eyes went deceived,somethin up my sleeve to intrigue And these MCs will be Gs also D-P-Gs and L-B-Cs When we do the do to you so go call your crew And who wants to compete with technique Conflict will be verbal so watch how you speak And what you say when I display Sleepless acts as (?bombin ya?),suffer from insomnia And I'm a gonna be comin for you So please be on the lookout for the Doggystyle Crew (Watch out nigga!) OUTRO:(SNOOP DOGG) It's the sucker MC barbecue cookout!Cookout! Watch out now! Ha-ha yeah wit'cha bad self.Watch out! |
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from Snoop Dogg - Paid Tha Cost To Be Da Boss (2003)
Boss Playa. Boss Playa. Big Snoop Dogg is a Boss Playa. This is the arch-bishop Don Magic Wand Skin and Game - chhyea [Snoop Dogg 1] Many people know we know about this pimp game. But I'm sure they wanna know about this pimp game. And to me you know it aint no motha fuckin thang, To give it to you plain and simple cause you know its played. Holla at 'em doggy dogg, go and do that thang Ok, son, ill tell ya like my nigga pootie-tang: I got that bounce, to make her booty swang. That little cutie thang, afraid she's a beauty babe. Rollin with a player cause thats what he was And daddy get it to his paper, Jesus. On his bitches (??hard as he fucks??) and if the law-boys pull him over he wont freeze up He got the heeta fa heeta in the keys-ah With a pocket full of big-faced visa's They say its cheaper to keep her now baby ease up, Kick back and blaze some of these trees up. And now sit your ass in the trees-ah And do me a favor and turn the music up. Should I slap her, or should I freak up? I'll take the strong and you can have the weak-ah. Speak when spoken to Yeah I broke a few. and by the way I was hoping you had a freak for me and a freak for you. I make her do for us the same thing you've been wantin her to do for months [Chorus] Many people know we know about this pimp game But I'm sure they wanna know about this pimp game and to me it aint a motha fuckin thang to give it to you plain and simple cause you know its played. Holla at 'em doggy dogg, go and do that thang Ok, son, tell you like my nigga pootie-tang: I got that bounce, to make her booty swang. That little cutie thang, afraid she's a beauty babe [Don Magic Wan |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)
(feat. Akon) [Snoop Dogg] Some of 'em lie about the shit they got and what they do on the block Some of 'em lie about the guns they pop But I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life So many niggaz wanna play but still got dues to pay Some of 'em gotta beg a bitch to stay But I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life Now this is for the B's and the C's, and the D's and the H's And the G's puttin work in overseas At ease with the Doggy and smoke some weed Fuck it, if my nigga detoxing, it's more for me Baby this is presidential really A pocket full of women understanding how I'm living Show them hoes how you winning It's the beginning with the pearls you're given The world soft like linen and sweet like cinnamon But everyday like 50 say, it's +Many Men+ They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends But separate the paper and the Benz and the cribs Then the hoes, then the clothes, I'ma have to let 'em go You know how the Dogg roll.. don't get it twisted 'Cause he bang out the East just in case you wanna visit A touch of the exquisite, mixed with somethin pimpish And it's comin from the Beach where them niggaz is a beast But I just listen, all that shit is in my past I'm connected to the purse first nigga.. the ass last From Long Beach to Venice is the premise Want the green like spinach and I'm strong to the finish [Chorus: Akon] See me man, I'm nothin like you I got the kinda swagger that you ain't used to I'm leanin in my ride, fo' fifth, cock bangin Me, I'm ridin by ya on the corner, block slangin I'm livin that boss' life (life) The hoes come runnin when they see me comin I'm livin that boss' life (life) You can have anything just don't fuck with my money (my money) [Snoop Dogg] This is for the West and the East and the Dirty South Khaki's and them Tim's and them niggaz with the platinum mouths Thinkin that they blessed by the actions that be comin out When you in Magic City you be carrying a lot of clout But trickin ain't the route (route), that's even if you got it There's a method to you holdin it when they can't do without it Just put the key up in it nigga if she 'bout it You can have her and her partner, fuckin with it for a dolla If she a balla, she gon' ride with a shot caller Roll with the Bo$$ Dogg in the back of a blue Impala And if she follow.. then she gon' swallow All the game you got to give her, be a different bitch tomorrow But I would never bother breakin out (Tha Doggfather) 'Less I knew that she was 'bout him, havin diamonds on his collar I'm just an author, spreading game to my partners Walkin on the blue carpet with the Doctor (Doctor) [Chorus] |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Woman: Ya baby Snoop: Ya playa Woman: Ya baby Snoop: That's some real pimp shit right here Snoop: These bitches is outta line man Man: What's the matter dog you can't control your bitches? Snoop: Check this out man (chorus: kokane) 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 [Snoop] 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 (chorus) [Snoop] 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 (chorus) [Snoop] 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!) (chorus x2) (shoop) This is a sexy bitch {*Music fades out*} |
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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)
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)
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 |
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from Snoop Dogg - Lay Low [single] (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 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 |
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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
(Fuck 'em) [Snoop Dogg] Damn this shit sound low then motherfucker in my earphones. Alright, yeah that's it right there nigga. As soon as the bass hits your dome Snoop Dogg grabs the chrome And gets in your system Shootin off rhymes like a pistol Fuckin your click off with this blow This hoe, that hoe make me rich Snoop Dogg please won't you break that biach I'm back in the game gettin my dough And fuck any motherfucker that say it ain't so Do it to em be young Cause on the real dogg you the hardest nigga we um We shakin em off, breakin em off Shot him in his face and now they takin him off Here's a shoutout to those with quad out Fool we should have got out, now you gettin popped out I'm not out to diss but to get my chips And smash, pass with cash And blaze the spliff now pass the fifth For real nigga did you hear me, ya heard You ran up and got served, ha ha Now ain't that a trip (what what) You need to get up off of that bullshit C'mon [Sticky Fingaz] (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Young beast to four green Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Cock it back ya know me Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Shit on waisted Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Don't make a difference Niggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix it [Snoop Dogg] Fuck em, the scene is set (set) And it's a million bitch niggas bout to straight get wet I walk em all in the street Fuck em, I cuff they hands and blind they eyes and hog tie they feet Fuck em, with no remorse nigga cut em down Love the way we shut em down, shit it ain't funny now Used to be my buddy pal, nigga wet and bloody now Nigga where your homies now, half them niggas funny style Fuck em, it's bout to get shitty now Doggy bout to get him now cause you better sit him down Nigga what up now, you act like a bitch You bound to get fucked you trick ass snitch Fuck em, boy we on a rampage Rippin up this damn stage, yeah it's still a G thang Slammin doors, slappin hoes Cuz fuck videos, I get a hundred for shows If you ain't got the papers I ain't got the time to sit and chat about the motherfucking vapors Biach, don't even trip You need to raise up off of that bullshit C'mon [Sticky Fingaz] (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Young beast to four green Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Cock it back ya know me Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Shit on waisted Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) Don't make a difference Niggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix it (Fuck 'em) |
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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
Another smoke session up in this motherfucker Blaze some shit up for me Q Yea, wussup Dogg, this is whut I'm talkin bout Some of that gangsta shit (Eastside) Shuttin these niggas up (Shut em up shut em up dogg) Westcoast nigga, Quik and Snoop Dogg (Forever) 9-9 nigga When I wake up in the morning and I get up out my bed I feel good, o yes I do Cause I still can give it up for you Chorus: Cause we're all a little strong In the Beach, where the paper's long But as for me I only G when I'm buss'n rocks Dogg Pound (repeat) Verse One: Nigga, you know you gotta have heart I told you niggas from the start If I'm still in it, I'm in it for life Always stay down and keep my motha fuckin' game tight Cause ever since Elementary, or was it Pre-school Quik? I was a motha fuckin' fool I had to have papers it was routine A young nigga on a mission for them collard greens I, shake niggas Break Niggas Make niggas, shank theyselves For fuckin with my wealth (nigga) And it'll catch on Cause if it don't, it's on And, cuzz, I ain't even slippin' when I'm all alone Sittin' back loungin' in the Chronic Zone Clown me ya gone Surround me, it's on Get the money you're gone My niggas' paper so long They call him Snoop Capone So if you want me, get me, got me Should have shot him But now they call me Snoop Gotti And that's all I LBC Betta yet, that's all I DPGC Chorus (2x) Verse Two: I'm slappin' bones In front of my home Choppin' game on the phone Smokin' a zone Big 6, big 5-3's with ya bitches My girls in the kitchen, cookin' up some fish and I'm blastin' at this nigga that was trippin' O, knuckle head nigga, thought I was slippin' But I wasn't slippin', I was on deck I blast his ass, peck peck now his shirt's wet Dead, gone, light's out With no remorse, I had to take him out I'm laughin' at this shit cause it was funny Fuckin' with the dogg I take your life and your money And then I dip to my spot (dip dip) And set up shop with yo rocks (motha fucka) And nobody gon' speak on the 8-7 Cause still, all doggs go to heaven Chorus (2x) Verse 3: I'm freestylin' C-stylin' Snoop and Quik comin' through we fin' to take you to the island Where the bitches and the bud come free And everybody listen to the D-O double G Hoes on my dick, niggas on my nuts People be lovin' me because I drop cuts That makes sense, it make big money See Snoop is that nigga who don't hafta play funny But I got yo honey, up under my wing Cause she like the song that the bow-wow sing I'll put her in a cling I won't buy her a ring But I'll put her on the hoe-stroll to make me some green And even if she never even saw me befo' There's just no way that she can tell me no You know my game's unbelievable baby (uh uh, uh uh) And it's strong enough to make your grandmama pay me Chorus (2x) West coast, gangsta shit My nigga DJ Q Yea Like I told y'all DPG for the 9-9 DPG, yea Top Dogg, fo sho' Smoke y'all |
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from Snoop Dogg - Dead Man Walking (2001)
Intro:
G shit, LBC shit, remember how it used to be? Mmm, you remember so much No we didn't, see if you can remember this shit 1982 now what was I to do All I wanna do ic claim RTC Cuz all of my homies from ICG So we gon do this thang for tha LBC Cuz we all one love and yeah this tha dub On my eleven gettin slicker Buyin liquor from a non-liquor store Quick to dick a hoe and get tha big homie for a 64 He ain't gon miss it though Cuz I'm too slick for him to notice it was gone But I fucked up and scraped his chrome Now he's tryin to take my dome Hangin out all in front of my home Now I got to getsome of my chrome on my own Now it's really on Cuz I'm a dome this nigga and get him for his shit Put tha switches on his riches Now his bitch is my bitch Ain't that a trip how I'm a crip But I won't hesitate to test another rip See thats the plan I was brainwashed not to know But nigga fuck what you goin through this 2-0 And by tha time I'm 17 if I ain't in tha pin I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin again Ridin, hoo-bangin like Mack 10 Back on tha streets again and strapped in I'm lookin for tha niggas wit tha wrong fingas up Nigga I don't give a fuck, nigga I don't give a fuck em Straight bang, bang, bang, bangin, bangin Chorus: Shoot em up, shoot em up bang bang It's all fair in tha gang bang x2 I feel like livin it up I mean will like livin it up, you know Bang to tha boogie and boogie to tha bang Tha sound of mi nina when she feel tha need to sang I got a gang of bitches who ride for me now Not to mention tha homeboys locked down in tha p now See now tha road get shaky but you can't break Watch out for them hoodrats, snakes Cus E told me a little story that left me kinda hurt The lil homie did too much dirt and got worked Now he's on the run and dyin of thirst Stayin at his girls spot on 21st And when he gets snitched on that ain't tha worst Cuz he might not make it to tha last verse But meanwhile back in tha p now Me and my niggas is representin LBC style Straight hoo-bangin and slangin cigarettes I shank ya baby brotha just to get a rep We straight bangin *Chorus x4 This is Dogg Pound for life This is Dogg Pound for life, yeah right What you join tha game for you lil busta Now you wanna cross us out and disrespect us Musta thought we was bustas or sumthin I drop two niggas I don't need you niggas Thats tha one thang I learned about tha gang bang If you gon gang bang Ya gots to be able to bang like yourself man So whether you bangin for crip or blood You better bang for sumthin young thug Cuz you'll get banged on not by bangas But by Johnny Law cuz they love to hang us I hear ya I ride wit ya dogg if you can get me to tha border My baby mama flipped out and dipped out wit my daughter I oughta trip on that bitch I oughta flip on that bitch I can't trip cuz she look like my daughter and shit So I'm a load up my clip and go ridin high And every police car that I see ridin by I autograph their car wit my brand new lid Drinkin to tha set and hope my dogg young have head Throwin up DPG for L-I-F-E cuz thats all I see Wit love for the LB chorus (w/ Snoop) |
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from Snoop Dogg - R&G (Rhythm & Gangsta): The Masterpiece (2006)
Yeah, brand new Snoop Dogg
Somethin' to crack the New Year off, you dig? [Hook: Female 2X] One for the trouble, two for the base Come on everybody let's rock this place [Hook II: Snoop Dogg 2X] Doggy Dogg, you are the best Rock this beat 'cause you are so fresh [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Well if you insist her I guess I'll twist her But, give me a minute while I freak your sista Push the pistol up against her no offense, but this pimp'in mista Bow your fist up or hold your cris up Light that bitch up and blow your sist up This that shit to get your jive talking East Side RTC walking People, people listen closely I say it 'cause mostly when y'all approach me Stay locky' in and keep it OG' in don't try to burn rubber on me [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] I love your movies you are awesome Snoop (Can I get a flicc withchu?) I buy your records, everything you do (Can I get a flicc withchu?) {Oh really?} My daughter loves you; she's only two (Can we get a flicc withchu?) You a handsome fella, you kinda cute (I really wanna get withchu) [Hook III: Snoop Dogg] Doggy Dogg you are the best Rock this beat 'cause you are so fresh Doggy Dogg you are the best Take this shit back home to the West [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Melissa Brista in San Francisca The cute little sista with the feet for blista Say that I dissed her 'cause I wouldn't kiss her But I got her a picture say I'll holla back witcha (I'll holla) Hey, they say that I'm like Mr. Bigsta All these bullshit moves to miss us Divide in twisters we buy relistas We mind my listnats 'cause I'm a mista Design by mimstas these time are senistas But I'ma finish her on the ground until it's done Knives and silly gloves - hos and fake thugs Pimps, players and all the above [Chorus] [Hook 2X] (Oooooh Weeee) [Snoop Dogg] Yeah, that's bangin' loco (For shizzle) [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] Oh, where was I? Oh yes, spittin' to flip ya Comin' through scripters; straight your ditchas Pigs want pictures won't just miss us And they wanna French kiss us Pack the pistas, twist don't twist us Roll with me on this dog adventure But you can't enter without your cru dentures And if you get in, you might get a picture So sit your shit down, go on and get down It's huggy baby, it's comin' in your town You don't wanna miss this It's just like Christmas so make your wish list and go on and flicc this (Preach) [Chorus 2X] [Hook IV: Snoop Dogg 2X] Go V-I-P with big D-O-G and see what gangstas do Once we get withchu we can take pictures We came to funk withchu [Bootsy Collins] Oh, for real yo on the deali-do Follow the bouncin' ball Say, who do you call? (Who do you call?) Oh, for real yo on the deali-do Oh, follow the bouncin' ball baby (Who do you call?) Yeah (Who do you call?) Warm me up Burn me it up me, keepin' your hot spot hot Turn it up me, shake what you got - you got a lot Burn me it up me, keepin' your hot spot hot Turn it up me, shake what you got - you got a lot |
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from Snoop Dogg - R&G (Rhythm & Gangsta): The Masterpiece (2006)
Niggas, get your milla genuine draft, cause its milla time, we about to go hard on these hoes on
this one right here. [Chorus] [soopafly] Can you control your hoe? (You got a bitch that wont do what you say) You can뭪 control your hoe? (She hardheaded, she just won뭪 obey) Can you control your hoe? (You뭭e got to know what to do, and what to say) You뭭e got to put that bitch in her place, even if it뭩 slapping her in her face. Ya got to control your hoe. Can you control your hoe? I went to your house; your girl came in and started cussing you out. You should have slapped her in her face, I wanted to tell you, but it wasn뭪 my place. I kept it on the low, cause I know you was gonna check that hoe. But instead, you was quiet as a mouse, maybe you started to think it wasn뭪 your house. Cause she was acting like a nut, you got a kind of bitch that would kick your butt. What kind of pimp holds back? Never met a bitch that a pimp can뭪 slap, whats wrong with the pimpin? Why you get a whippin? All I got to say is this: [Chorus] [Verse: 2] This is what you made me do; I really didn뭪 want to put hands on you. But bitch you playin?br> with fire, i'm so sick and tired, of loud mouth bitches like you, a nigga had to go and put tips on you, cause bitch you playin?with fire, i'm so sick and tired. This is what you forced me to do, I really didn뭪 want to put hands on you, but bitch you playin?with fire, i'm so sick and tired. Of bitches like you, a nigga had to go and put tips on you, bitch you playin?with fire, so sick and tired. |
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from Snoop Dogg - R&G (Rhythm & Gangsta): The Masterpiece (2006)
Niggas, get your milla genuine draft, 'cause it's milla time
We about to go hard on these hoes on this one right here Can you control your hoe? (You got a bitch that won't do what you say) You can't control your hoe? (She hardheaded, she just won't obey) Can you control your hoe? (You've got to know what to do, and what to say) Listen, you've got to put that bitch in her place Even if it's slapping her in her face You got to control your hoe Can you control your hoe? I went to your house, your girl came in and started cussing you out You should have slapped her in her face, I wanted to tell you But it wasn't my place, I kept it on the low, 'cause I know you Was gonna check that hoe, but instead, you was quiet as a mouse Maybe you started to think it wasn't your house 'Cause she was acting like a nut, you got a kind of bitch That would kick your butt, what kind of pimp holds back? Never met a bitch that a pimp can't slap, what's wrong with the pimpin'? Why you get a whippin'? All I got to say is this Can you control your hoe? (You got a bitch that won't do what you say) You can't control your hoe? (She hardheaded, she just won't obey) Can you control your hoe? (You've got to know what to do, and what to say) Listen, you've got to put that bitch in her place Even if it's slapping her in her face You got to control your hoe Can you control your hoe? This is what you made me do, I really didn't want to put hands on you But bitch you playin' with fire, I'm so sick and tired Of loud mouth bitches like you, a nigga had to go and put tips on you 'Cause bitch you playin' with fire, I'm so sick and tired This is what you forced me to do, I really didn't want to put hands on you But bitch you playin' with fire, I'm so sick and tired Of loud mouth bitches like you, a nigga had to go and put tips on you Bitch you playin' with fire, I'm so sick and tired Can you control your hoe? (You got a bitch that won't do what you say) You can't control your hoe? (She hardheaded, she just won't obey) Can you control your hoe? (You've got to know what to do, and what to say) Listen, you've got to put that bitch in her place Even if it's slapping her in her face You got to control your hoe |
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from Snoop Dogg - Ego Trippin' [Expicit Version] (2008)
CHORUS (CHARLIE WILSON):
I'm a man I gotta take care of my family fighting these pressures in my life I know my mind should be on shining and getting grammies But these streets won't say goodbye I can't say goodbye to the blocks goodbye to the hood goodbye to the streets (to my problems) Charlie: I can't say goodbye to the hood goodbye to the blocks goodbye to the streets I can't say goodbye to the blocks goodbye to the streets goodbye to the hood I can't say goodbye to the hood goodbye to the blocks goodbye to the homies VERSE (SNOOP DOGG): I guess it's true, you can't take the hood out a homeboy plus, my hood just lost another homeboy another one got life, and we don't know, if he coming home boy They in the street tell me "just leave it alone boy, let them do them take care of your own boy" But I said back brake a bound, before I was grown boy you had dreams of being a dope boy yeah, I was runnin' from the po po Banging for the turf, late night huntin' puttin' me in work, good day comin', airbrush, shirt, pay day, got the spot, got my hair cut first made mom sick when I wouldn't go to church yeah I live in the burbs, but I think 21st I know since I left that it's gotten much worse but I'd still be there, if I couldn't write a verse CHORUS (CHARLIE WILSON): I'm a man I gotta take care of my family fighting these pressures in my life I know my mind should be on shining and getting grammies But these streets won't say a goodbye VERSE (SNOOP DOGG): To the blocks that raise me, the enemies and the homies that made me, tough enough to hang on the corners that would mould me critics wonder if I'm tryna be the old me, but if they think the old me ever left, then they don't really know me, and don't know, we don't change, we just become OG, you always addicted to the life, you just don't OD, shit I owe the streets before they owe me took me in when my momma didn't want me, to wild to be a child, and pops not around now, all I got now is the homies, to teach me, how to be a man in what not, how to brake ounces in the grams in what not the reason I'm so nice with my hands in what not shit, you think I forgot, man naw CHORUS (CHARLIE WILSON): I'm a man I gotta take care of my family fighting these pressures in my life I know my mind should be on shining and getting grammies But these streets won't say goodbye VERSE (SNOOP DOGG): Thank god every day that the boy could spit and all around the world they enjoyin' my shit I know I got plenty more wars to get I got a, beautiful wife and some gorgeous kids but it wouldn't be right if I ignore the shit they made me how I am, the music in the man told me that I can for the world gave a damn if it wasn't for my niggas sayin' stick to the plan probably be a gun instead of a pen in my hand probably be doin' a dub and the pen with my man the say leaders streets but they don't really understand all I had was the block, when I didn't have fans rapped on the corners when I couldn't get spins all I had was the homies when I didn't have kids if it all come down and my career was to end, I'm sure my name would live.. in these streets CHORUS (CHARLIE WILSON): I'm a man I gotta take care of my family fighting these pressures in my life I know my mind should be on shining and getting grammies But these streets won't say goodbye I just can't say goodbye I can't say goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye I can't say goodbye goodbye goodbye I cant say goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye I can't say goodbye You can take the man out the streets, but you can't take the streets out the man |
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from Snoop Dogg - Vato & Candy [single] (2006)
[Intro: features sample of an ice cream truck]
You want 'em? I got 'em.. drippin like water {*8X*} 원해? 다 내게 있어.. 물처럼 흘러내리지 [E-40] Uh! (the candy man!) E-40! Uh! (캔디맨!) E-40! [Snoop Dogg] Sticky icky! Snoop Dogg! 끈적끈적하게! Snoop Dogg! DPG, MC Eiht, Goldie Loc [E-40] E-40! Yeah... [Snoop Dogg] Talk to 'em nephew (the candy man!) 얘기해봐 조카야 (캔디맨!) Come on.. 이리 와.. [E-40] Narcotics is the death merchant. shipping and handling yola I supply 마약중독자는 죽음의 상인, 마리화나를 수입하고 처분하지 Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye (out my eye!) 일어나서 눈꼽을 뗄 시간 (뗄 시간!) What y'all tryna buy pimpin y'know it's kinda dry! 다 뭘 사려고 하는거야, 넌 좀 재미가 없는데! Yeah, I only gotta couple of pies left that'll last me through the year 그래, 내겐 올 한 해를 버틸만큼의 파이가 약간 있어 Yola, (ewwww!) ice cream caaandy! (What it do?) 마리화나 (ewwww!) 아이스크림 캔디! (뭘 하는건데?) Man that shit be comin in haaandy! 이봐, 이거 되게 간편하다고! (Ewwww!) It's real walkie talkie (What else?) (Ewwww!) 워키토키랑 같아 (그리고?) I got that from the DB's, my cousin.. work dirty! 내 사촌 DB's에게서 얻었지.. 지저분한 일을 하는 녀석! If you want 'em I got 'em, you hoping to cop it, you better be about yo' grit! (grit!) 원한다면 내게 있어, 넌 얻길 바라지, 그렇다면 강하게 밀어붙여봐 (붙여봐!) Devour any cowards, sours slippery at the lip (lip!) 겁쟁이들은 삼켜, 시큼한 액이 입술에 흘러내려 (내려!) Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker (sucker!) 짐승의 등장, 다 빨아먹지, 바보처럼 굴지마 (굴지마!) Be a block monster, be a reputable motherfucker (motherfucker!) 거리의 괴물이 돼, 논란거리가 될만한 개자식이 돼 (개자식이 돼!) (Ewwww!) Real mash with my Spanish (Spanish!) (Ewwww!) 내 스페인어랑 붙어봐 (붙어봐!) If ain't about no gouda, potna you can vanish 만약 돈이 없으면, 파트너 이만 사라져줘 (Ewwww!) Don't get put up in yo' place (Ewwww!) 니 영역에서 쓰러지지 말고 Give me 40 feet and an ounce of space 1.2m만 떨어져있어줘, 1온스의 공간을 줘 [Chorus] You want 'em? I got 'em.. drippin like water {*8X*} 원해? 다 내게 있어.. 물처럼 흘러내리지 [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Sticky icky icky! Ahh, ahh! 끈적끈적하지! 아, 아! You know I got that candy.. yeah! 내겐 캔디가 있지.. yeah! Boss Dogg, Snoopy D O dub Trip.. check game 자.. 들어봐 [Snoop Dogg] Now-A-Later's, gum drops, jelly beans Now-A-Later's, 껌, 젤리콩 Lollipops and triple beams 막대사탕과 마약 저울 Blue carpet, yeah that's the treatment 파란 카펫, 그래 이 정도면 적당해 Candy so sweet, got everybody eatin it 달콤한 캔디, 모두다 먹고 있지 Bigg Snoop Dogg, I'm the star of this Bigg Snoop Dogg, 이곳의 스타이지 So gone on and get yourself a bar of this 그러니 어서 내 랩 한 마디를 들어봐 No change man.. gimme the bucks 변한 건 없어.. 돈을 내놔 The kinda candy I sell they call it deez nutz 내가 파는 캔디를 그들은 Deez Nutz라 부르지 (DEEZ NUTZ!!!) I'm almond with the caramel insides (DEEZ NUTZ!!!) 나는 속에 카라멜이 들어간 아몬드 You were playin front end with the french fries 넌 프렌치 프라이를 가지고 앞에서 알짱거렸지 How it feel man? What it look like? 어떤 기분이야? 어떻게 생겼어? I'm in your neighborhood, pullin on some Bud Light 난 니 동네에 와서 Bud Light를 마시고 있어 Sweet and sticky, take it out the wrapper 달콤하고 끈적거리지, 포장지를 벗겨 Now put it in your mouth 이제 니 입 속에 넣어봐 To the beat of the drum, it'll be fun 드럼 비트에 맞춰서, 재밌을거야 and I bet you can't just eat one (Candy!) 하나만 먹고 관둘 수도 없을걸 (캔디!) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Oh... candy! You want it, we got it, we got it! 오... 캔디! 원하잖아, 우리에게 있어, 우리에게! Heh heh.. yeah! MC Eiht... Goldie Loc War Zone.. who got that candy? War Zone.. 누구에게 캔디가 있나? Come on... 이리 와... [MC Eiht] I'm in the hood with the six-trey candy paint 난 캔디색 차를 타고 동네를 돌아다녀 Lil' somethin to chunk, make the hoes all faint 특별한 매력, 여자들은 기절하지 If you know when to beep, jump my baby rate 호출할 시간대를 알고 있다면, 내게 연락해(?) When I grip round her butt, I hold her steady 그녀의 엉덩이를 잡고, 가만히 있지 Yeah.. she my one and only 그래.. 그녀는 나의 유일한 사랑 Quick to keep back haters who don't know me 나를 모르는 안티들은 뒤로 물러서 I... feel... good about candy (Candy!) 난... 캔디가... 아주 좋아 (캔디!) My gangstas understand me 갱스터 친구들도 이해하지 [Goldie Loc] Shake it baby, don't break it baby, now can you make it clap? (clap!) 흔들어 베이비, 부러뜨리지 말고, 큰 소리가 나게 해볼래? (clap!) Tryna fit this work in your gap (gap!) 니 틈새로 들어갈 기술을 발휘해 (발휘해!) Drop it like it water pagoda, get my hustle on 마치 물처럼 흔들어봐, 난 접근할게 I get it from you then I step on you to bubble on 네 모든 것을 가져가고 자극시켜 It's gettin sweeter than a sugar cane 지팡이 캔디보다도 달콤해지지 Here come that sugar daddy, black, rollin on gold thangs 여기 달콤한 남자가 간다, 금을 걸치고서 다가가 Fo'shigiddy, he turned it into somethin, boy 확실하게, 그는 뭔가 특별한 걸 만들었지 'Cause I can't leave this filthy game without my Almond Joy (Candy!) 나도 내 Almond Joy 없이 이 더러운 게임을 떠날 수 없어 (캔디!) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Ooohhhwwweee! Heh heh heh, yeah! It's so tasty! Aiyyo Daz! Kurupt! 정말 맛있지! Aiyyo Daz! Kurupt! DPG! I know y'all got that candy man! DPG! 너네들에게도 캔디가 있지! Gimme some of that candy man 캔디를 약간만 떼줘 Talk to me one time! For real, for real... 한 번 내게 얘기를 걸어봐! 정말로, 정말로... [Daz Dillinger] 'It's like candy, candy!' Get it how you want it '마치 캔디 같아, 같아!' 원하는 대로 가져봐 Whip it, twist it, pop your whip up on the corner 휘두르고, 꼬고, 네 차를 구석에서 몰고 나와 While I, taadow, check out this bizarre 그동안 난, taadow(?), 이 이상한 장면을 봐 The D-A-T the N-I double G, the D-A-Z D-A-T the N-I G 두 개, the D-A-Z Again it's up in the wind, feel the breeze for shit 다시 한 번 바람에 맞서네, 산들바람을 느껴 God damn! You already know who I am 젠장! 내가 누군지 넌 벌써 알잖아 Chrome on chrome, blue on blue, frost colors switches 크롬 대 크롬, 파랑 대 파랑, 보석 장식의 스위치 Hit the gas, hit the brake, y'all really burn rubber? 엑셀을 밟아, 브레이크를 밟아, 타이어는 태워봤나? Dip, drop, drop, dip *움직이는 걸 표현한 거에요. 어떻게 표현해야할지 난감하군요-_- Stop, dip, ghost ride the whip! 멈춰, dip, 유령처럼 차를 몰고 달려! [Kurupt] Yeah, nigga.. shot caller 그래, 친구.. 총격전을 일으켜 It's America's number one baller 미국의 제일 가는 갱스터 Man I don't give a fuck.. like, 'Fuck it' 난 아무 것도 신경쓰지 않아.. '좇까' High riders.. slide in the bucket 레벨 높은 녀석.. 이 안으로 들어와 Little momma all up on a nigga like a coat 마치 코트처럼 남자를 감싸는 아가씨 I got the perfect thang that'll coat her throat (Candy!) 나도 그녀의 목을 감쌀 좋은 물건을 가지고 있지 (캔디!) [Chorus w/ two extra lines] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Candy! So tasty.. candy, candy! 캔디! 아주 맛있지.. 캔디, 캔디! Yeah! Ha ha! Yeah nigga, we got that candy man 그래! 하하! 그래 임마, 우리에게 캔디가 있어 We don't sell it at the liquor store either man 그냥 술집에서만 파는 게 아냐 We sell it everywhere we go 가는 곳마다 팔아제껴 Holla, holla! (Candy!) 안녕, 안녕! (캔디!) Three thousand motherfuckin pieces, you understand me? 3000 조각으로, 알겠어? I wish a motherfucker would come in this motherfucker 그 개자식이 이 노랠 들었으면 좋겠군 If I see Suge right now, I'd tell him, 'Hey, how you doin Suge?' 만약 지금 Suge를 본다면, 말해주겠지, '이봐 요즘 어떻게 지내 Suge?' {*laughing*} I didn't even know you were standing there nigga 거기 니가 서있었는지 몰랐어 My bad! 미안! |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)
You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (uh, the candy man caaan) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (e-fo’ty) You want em’ I got em’ (sticky-icky) Drippin like water (Snoop Dogg) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (DPG) … You want em’ I got em’ (MC Eight) Drippin like water (Goldie Loc) You Want em’ I got em’ (E-FO’TY) Drippin like water’ You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (Talk to em nephew) (the candy man caaan) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’(CANDY) [E-40] Narcoticvizzmender meth Merchant Shipping and Handling your life supply Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye Whatcha yall trying buy pimpin you know its kinda dry here I only got a couple of pies left to last me through the year Ooo Ice Cream Caandy, Man that shit be coming in haaandy. It’s real walky talky, I got that from the db’s my cousin, Work Dirty if you want it I got it we offer to Cop or be up out your grip devour any Coward sour slippery at the lip Beast up, suck up to none, no be no sucka Be a block monster be irreparable mother fuckaa (mother fuckaa) Real Manish with my Spanish. If it aint bout no cuta partner you can vanish Don’t get put up in your place Give me 40 free, then a Ounce a Spaceee(CANDY) (ounce a spaace) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (Sticky-icky-ickyyyy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (you know I got that candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (yeah) You Want em’ I got em’ (boss dogg) Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (snoopy d o dubb) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (trip) You Want em’ I got em’ (check, gang-gang..gang) Drippin like water’(CANDY) Now or laters, gum drops, jelly beans Lollypops and triple beams Bluecarpet yeah that’s the treatment Candy so sweet got everybody eating it [Snoop Dogg] Big snoop Dogg.. Im the star of this.. So gone and get your self a bar of this No change mane.. Gimmie the bucks The kinda candy I sell, they call it Deeez nuts (deez nuts) Im on it wit the carmel insides You up here, front end, wit the French fries How it feel man? What it look like? Im in your neighborhood pulling on some bud light Sweet.. n’Sticky Take it out the wrapper.. Now put it in your mouf To the beat of the drum it’ll be fun and I bet you cant just eat one (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (candy-candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (you want it? we got it) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’(CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (MC Eight) Drippin like water (Goldie Loc) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (warzone) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (who got that candy?) Drippin like water (CANDY) [MC Eight] Im in the hood with the 6-trae Candy Paint Lil’ something some to choke make the hoes all faint and you know when there beef, jump my baby brake when my grip round the butt I hold her state JYeaaah….She my one and only Quick to kick back haters who don’t know me I.. feel.. Good.. About (CANDY).. my gangsters understand me [Goldie Loc] Shake baby don’t break it baby now can you make it clap clap? trying to fit this work in your gap gap.. Drop it like water I gotta get my hustle on I get it from ya then I step on it to bubble on.. (bubble on) It’s getting sweeter than a sugar cane.. Here come that sugadaddy Lack rollin on gold fangs Fo’shiggity we turn it into something boy cause I cant leave this filthy gang without my almond joy(CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (ooooooo-weeeeee) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (yeah) Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (so tastyy) Drippin like water (hey yo Daz..) You want em’ I got em’ (Corrupt..) Drippin like water (CANDY) (DPG..) You want em’ I got em’ (I know yall got.. Drippin like water ..that candy man) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water(CANDY) (gimmie some of that candy mane) You want em’ I got em’ (talk to me one time) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (for real) Drippin like water(CANDY) [Daz Dillinger] It’s like Candaaayy.. (candaay) Get How ya want it, Whip it, Twist it, POP You whip up on a corner Wah-lah, Tah Dah, Check out this bizarre The D-A-T-N-I double G The D-A-Z Again is up in the wind, feel the breeze FA SHEEZ God damn, you already know who I am Chrome on Chrome, Blue on Blue Floss color switches, hit the gas hit the break yall really burn rubber Dip.. Drop.. Drop.. Dip.. Stop.. Dip.. Ghost ride the whiiiiip [Corrupt] Yeah.. _______Shot caller It’s America’s #1 baller Man I don’t give a fuck, Like fuck it. High, Bye, Slide in the bucket little mama all up on a nigga like a coat I got the perfect thang, to coat her throat (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (so tastyy) Drippin like water (candy-candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (haha, yeah nigga) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (we got that candy mane) Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (we don’t sell it at the liquor store neither) Drippin like water (we sell it everywhere we go) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water .. (like water…) …. (CANDY) |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)
[Intro: features sample of an ice cream truck]
You want 'em? I got 'em.. drippin like water {*8X*} 원해? 다 내게 있어.. 물처럼 흘러내리지 [E-40] Uh! (the candy man!) E-40! Uh! (캔디맨!) E-40! [Snoop Dogg] Sticky icky! Snoop Dogg! 끈적끈적하게! Snoop Dogg! DPG, MC Eiht, Goldie Loc [E-40] E-40! Yeah... [Snoop Dogg] Talk to 'em nephew (the candy man!) 얘기해봐 조카야 (캔디맨!) Come on.. 이리 와.. [E-40] Narcotics is the death merchant. shipping and handling yola I supply 마약중독자는 죽음의 상인, 마리화나를 수입하고 처분하지 Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye (out my eye!) 일어나서 눈꼽을 뗄 시간 (뗄 시간!) What y'all tryna buy pimpin y'know it's kinda dry! 다 뭘 사려고 하는거야, 넌 좀 재미가 없는데! Yeah, I only gotta couple of pies left that'll last me through the year 그래, 내겐 올 한 해를 버틸만큼의 파이가 약간 있어 Yola, (ewwww!) ice cream caaandy! (What it do?) 마리화나 (ewwww!) 아이스크림 캔디! (뭘 하는건데?) Man that shit be comin in haaandy! 이봐, 이거 되게 간편하다고! (Ewwww!) It's real walkie talkie (What else?) (Ewwww!) 워키토키랑 같아 (그리고?) I got that from the DB's, my cousin.. work dirty! 내 사촌 DB's에게서 얻었지.. 지저분한 일을 하는 녀석! If you want 'em I got 'em, you hoping to cop it, you better be about yo' grit! (grit!) 원한다면 내게 있어, 넌 얻길 바라지, 그렇다면 강하게 밀어붙여봐 (붙여봐!) Devour any cowards, sours slippery at the lip (lip!) 겁쟁이들은 삼켜, 시큼한 액이 입술에 흘러내려 (내려!) Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker (sucker!) 짐승의 등장, 다 빨아먹지, 바보처럼 굴지마 (굴지마!) Be a block monster, be a reputable motherfucker (motherfucker!) 거리의 괴물이 돼, 논란거리가 될만한 개자식이 돼 (개자식이 돼!) (Ewwww!) Real mash with my Spanish (Spanish!) (Ewwww!) 내 스페인어랑 붙어봐 (붙어봐!) If ain't about no gouda, potna you can vanish 만약 돈이 없으면, 파트너 이만 사라져줘 (Ewwww!) Don't get put up in yo' place (Ewwww!) 니 영역에서 쓰러지지 말고 Give me 40 feet and an ounce of space 1.2m만 떨어져있어줘, 1온스의 공간을 줘 [Chorus] You want 'em? I got 'em.. drippin like water {*8X*} 원해? 다 내게 있어.. 물처럼 흘러내리지 [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Sticky icky icky! Ahh, ahh! 끈적끈적하지! 아, 아! You know I got that candy.. yeah! 내겐 캔디가 있지.. yeah! Boss Dogg, Snoopy D O dub Trip.. check game 자.. 들어봐 [Snoop Dogg] Now-A-Later's, gum drops, jelly beans Now-A-Later's, 껌, 젤리콩 Lollipops and triple beams 막대사탕과 마약 저울 Blue carpet, yeah that's the treatment 파란 카펫, 그래 이 정도면 적당해 Candy so sweet, got everybody eatin it 달콤한 캔디, 모두다 먹고 있지 Bigg Snoop Dogg, I'm the star of this Bigg Snoop Dogg, 이곳의 스타이지 So gone on and get yourself a bar of this 그러니 어서 내 랩 한 마디를 들어봐 No change man.. gimme the bucks 변한 건 없어.. 돈을 내놔 The kinda candy I sell they call it deez nutz 내가 파는 캔디를 그들은 Deez Nutz라 부르지 (DEEZ NUTZ!!!) I'm almond with the caramel insides (DEEZ NUTZ!!!) 나는 속에 카라멜이 들어간 아몬드 You were playin front end with the french fries 넌 프렌치 프라이를 가지고 앞에서 알짱거렸지 How it feel man? What it look like? 어떤 기분이야? 어떻게 생겼어? I'm in your neighborhood, pullin on some Bud Light 난 니 동네에 와서 Bud Light를 마시고 있어 Sweet and sticky, take it out the wrapper 달콤하고 끈적거리지, 포장지를 벗겨 Now put it in your mouth 이제 니 입 속에 넣어봐 To the beat of the drum, it'll be fun 드럼 비트에 맞춰서, 재밌을거야 and I bet you can't just eat one (Candy!) 하나만 먹고 관둘 수도 없을걸 (캔디!) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Oh... candy! You want it, we got it, we got it! 오... 캔디! 원하잖아, 우리에게 있어, 우리에게! Heh heh.. yeah! MC Eiht... Goldie Loc War Zone.. who got that candy? War Zone.. 누구에게 캔디가 있나? Come on... 이리 와... [MC Eiht] I'm in the hood with the six-trey candy paint 난 캔디색 차를 타고 동네를 돌아다녀 Lil' somethin to chunk, make the hoes all faint 특별한 매력, 여자들은 기절하지 If you know when to beep, jump my baby rate 호출할 시간대를 알고 있다면, 내게 연락해(?) When I grip round her butt, I hold her steady 그녀의 엉덩이를 잡고, 가만히 있지 Yeah.. she my one and only 그래.. 그녀는 나의 유일한 사랑 Quick to keep back haters who don't know me 나를 모르는 안티들은 뒤로 물러서 I... feel... good about candy (Candy!) 난... 캔디가... 아주 좋아 (캔디!) My gangstas understand me 갱스터 친구들도 이해하지 [Goldie Loc] Shake it baby, don't break it baby, now can you make it clap? (clap!) 흔들어 베이비, 부러뜨리지 말고, 큰 소리가 나게 해볼래? (clap!) Tryna fit this work in your gap (gap!) 니 틈새로 들어갈 기술을 발휘해 (발휘해!) Drop it like it water pagoda, get my hustle on 마치 물처럼 흔들어봐, 난 접근할게 I get it from you then I step on you to bubble on 네 모든 것을 가져가고 자극시켜 It's gettin sweeter than a sugar cane 지팡이 캔디보다도 달콤해지지 Here come that sugar daddy, black, rollin on gold thangs 여기 달콤한 남자가 간다, 금을 걸치고서 다가가 Fo'shigiddy, he turned it into somethin, boy 확실하게, 그는 뭔가 특별한 걸 만들었지 'Cause I can't leave this filthy game without my Almond Joy (Candy!) 나도 내 Almond Joy 없이 이 더러운 게임을 떠날 수 없어 (캔디!) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Ooohhhwwweee! Heh heh heh, yeah! It's so tasty! Aiyyo Daz! Kurupt! 정말 맛있지! Aiyyo Daz! Kurupt! DPG! I know y'all got that candy man! DPG! 너네들에게도 캔디가 있지! Gimme some of that candy man 캔디를 약간만 떼줘 Talk to me one time! For real, for real... 한 번 내게 얘기를 걸어봐! 정말로, 정말로... [Daz Dillinger] 'It's like candy, candy!' Get it how you want it '마치 캔디 같아, 같아!' 원하는 대로 가져봐 Whip it, twist it, pop your whip up on the corner 휘두르고, 꼬고, 네 차를 구석에서 몰고 나와 While I, taadow, check out this bizarre 그동안 난, taadow(?), 이 이상한 장면을 봐 The D-A-T the N-I double G, the D-A-Z D-A-T the N-I G 두 개, the D-A-Z Again it's up in the wind, feel the breeze for shit 다시 한 번 바람에 맞서네, 산들바람을 느껴 God damn! You already know who I am 젠장! 내가 누군지 넌 벌써 알잖아 Chrome on chrome, blue on blue, frost colors switches 크롬 대 크롬, 파랑 대 파랑, 보석 장식의 스위치 Hit the gas, hit the brake, y'all really burn rubber? 엑셀을 밟아, 브레이크를 밟아, 타이어는 태워봤나? Dip, drop, drop, dip *움직이는 걸 표현한 거에요. 어떻게 표현해야할지 난감하군요-_- Stop, dip, ghost ride the whip! 멈춰, dip, 유령처럼 차를 몰고 달려! [Kurupt] Yeah, nigga.. shot caller 그래, 친구.. 총격전을 일으켜 It's America's number one baller 미국의 제일 가는 갱스터 Man I don't give a fuck.. like, 'Fuck it' 난 아무 것도 신경쓰지 않아.. '좇까' High riders.. slide in the bucket 레벨 높은 녀석.. 이 안으로 들어와 Little momma all up on a nigga like a coat 마치 코트처럼 남자를 감싸는 아가씨 I got the perfect thang that'll coat her throat (Candy!) 나도 그녀의 목을 감쌀 좋은 물건을 가지고 있지 (캔디!) [Chorus w/ two extra lines] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Candy! So tasty.. candy, candy! 캔디! 아주 맛있지.. 캔디, 캔디! Yeah! Ha ha! Yeah nigga, we got that candy man 그래! 하하! 그래 임마, 우리에게 캔디가 있어 We don't sell it at the liquor store either man 그냥 술집에서만 파는 게 아냐 We sell it everywhere we go 가는 곳마다 팔아제껴 Holla, holla! (Candy!) 안녕, 안녕! (캔디!) Three thousand motherfuckin pieces, you understand me? 3000 조각으로, 알겠어? I wish a motherfucker would come in this motherfucker 그 개자식이 이 노랠 들었으면 좋겠군 If I see Suge right now, I'd tell him, 'Hey, how you doin Suge?' 만약 지금 Suge를 본다면, 말해주겠지, '이봐 요즘 어떻게 지내 Suge?' {*laughing*} I didn't even know you were standing there nigga 거기 니가 서있었는지 몰랐어 My bad! 미안! |
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from Snoop Dogg - Dead Man Walking (2001)
When Doggy Dogg comes
You better answer (repeat 4x) Ahh, used to be a hard kid Rhyme a rhyme and tap this Sippin silver satin while we smoked on the pin head A couch was a nigga bed Mary kept a nigga fed Twenty first a nigga, yeah that's where a nigga live I'm on the GA and fucked the D.A. Why? Cause the railroad the homie easy And just cause the didn't know what (Whasup) I'm on a motherfuckin mission to come up, come up Chorus 1 - I feel like givin it up Weall like livin it up (repeat 2x) 2 - When Doggy Dogg comes You better answer 1 overlaping 2 We are living in a world Where anything can go at anytime And if you ain't up on the game Then I suggest you rearrange Cause change gone come And it ain't waitin on no one They got me plottin from the bottom With the ??? ain't no stopin' And all I want for Christmas is forty city hoppin' Is the to much to ask fo', oh no And I heard through the eastside you spend to get some dough So when you get your funk, go take to the store Take it to daddy rap cause hes a pro-fessional Guaranteed to get your shit up off the flo' Beach city rider you know, fo sho' You see that what flossin' is all about The tightest rider gone turn it out Bouncin, swirving and looking cute Dogg Pound out the moon, Johnny longing for soup Chorus 2x Everybody in my family is nervous and waitin' How can I be patience? Look at what I'm facin' They ain't the ones that gonna be riding to the station So it what it all boils down to just some inspiration Interpretation, the conversation you had with the judge Of all judges budge this And put it in perspective all praises due, true We are living in a world Where anything can go at anytime And if you ain't up on the game Then I suggest you rearrange Cause change gone come And it ain't waitin on no one For all the drama I done went through To get this to ya How do I think I was gone do ya Have you been mislead, since I asked you all to creep with me You coundn't be cause ever since its been DP LB-B.S chronic in my chest Deathrow doggystyle holding down the west With a shot of what gangstas drink And a took off for a choke off, the most kept my G's off a toast And keep LBC singing yall, DP ginging yall We and yall face it all Times living it up Snoop Dogg again and you know I'm just giving it up Chorus 2x When Doggy Dogg comes You better answer (you better answer) (repeat 15x) Fade into backround |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)
[Snoop Dogg]
Brothers is wack by popular demand Chasing fame and girls living they life on cruise control But tell me, what do it profit a man To gain a whole world living trife but then lose his soul? I'm here to wake my peoples up from they dreaming Kill every demon and snakes that make, even feds steaming Even though my star gleaming man my life ain't trouble-free Homie take it from me, Snoopy D-O-double-G [Stevie Wonder] It's no better people who have left the problems of today Leaving to conclude that for their life is not the way But every problem has an answer, and if yours you cannot find You can talk it over to Him, He'll give you piece of mind When you feel your life's too hard Just go have a talk with good Hey yeah hey [Snoop Dogg] So much drama on the ave, the copper just laughed Man the West is wild, that old hit was wrong Cause out here, momma don't have, and poppa don't have As God blessed the child that can go get his own And we struggle hard suffer long, I'm feeling like this life is a trip Trying to keep our hearts pure through the sins But the race ain't to the swift or the strong, the wise or the rich But to them they can endure to the end and win [Stevie Wonder] When you feel your life's too hard Just go have a talk with Good, yeah hey Out here the only free psychiatrist, that's known throughout the world Is fall in love by walks of all men and women, it's all boys and girls When you feel your life's too hard Just go have a talk with Good [Snoop Dogg] Whether it's soldiers on the cell block or homies on the run With God, man ain't no obstacles that you can't overcome [Stevie Wonder] When you feel your life's too hard Just go have a talk with Good [Snoop Dogg] You're so frustrated, worrying 'bout your bread And some mornings, you don't even wanna get out the bed [Stevie Wonder] When you lose too much too bad Just go talk to God and pray [Snoop Dogg] And you's a good women, but you can't understand Why it seems like you ain't never gon' find yourself a good man [Stevie Wonder] When you feel your life's too hard Just go have a talk with Good [Snoop Dogg] Mothers on welfare or ladies that's stripping You under so much pressure, feel like your sanity's slipping [Stevie Wonder] When you feel your life's too hard! Just go have a talk with Good, He'll never never let you down [Stevie Wonder (Snoop Dogg)] You know that, don't you Snoop? (You know I know it Uncle Steven) Oh I know that too, we know it (Yeah we do) Thanks a lot man (Nah thank you man I appreciate that, you know I love you) And I love you for what you saying (God bless you) [Snoop Dogg] And you can catch me down on my knees, asking the Lord please Even Jes' pray, hey, with difficulty comes ease There's disease, poverty, congestion or oppression I'm asking for your protection and thanking you for your blessing Confession is good for the soul, that's how I'm trying t roll Be one of the greats, see the Pearly Gates now that's the goal Until then, forgive my sin if that ain't asking too much Now that's tabernacle, chuch! |
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from Snoop Dogg - Dead Man Walking (2001)
[Snoop Dogg]
Uhh.. Sittin in a over crowded tank I'm tryna see which nigga these niggaz plotin to get, uhh Cause if it's me, it's on Loc, the Esse wit the black knights just got stoned And then he fell to the ground Plus, his homie's ain't around so he better get a beat down It's not a jack for his scratch or his shoes It's life in the county and the county gives plenty blues One point for the black guys They rolled him up, swelled and belled and left him with two black guys He still alive so he know what's next Any nigga they catch lookin they gon' put him to rest So I made my best to protect my chest On point all night cause if I sleep I might Not make it in this world of fools I might come up missin if I'm slippin in these County Blues 1 - Niggaz fuck around in they County Blues You might come up missin, if you snooze you lose You confused the fuckin system, when you need I be Why? Cause it's a steady rainology [Snoop Dogg] See the first verse got'cho ass scared But hold up, you gotta take a trip upstairs What are fools always wonderin? Young nigga, welcome (welcome) {*interlude*} [Snoop Dogg] I be "God damn nigga, what'chu gon' do?" Stay down for yo grits cause he who slips, gets, lick and stuck, fucked and all that Boy when you get out you betta not never come back I tell you that'll make a punk hard Put him on a killer row, where the killers kill and disregard Say you don't gang-bang Well why your homie - baby boo callin you by ya gang name? (Sup nigga?) Uhh, later that night, a whole 'nother fight But it's aiight, cause it's a nigga and a white But damn, the Esse's is deep And it look like they strait tryna creep, you peep? Creep like T-L, on the D-L But you fail, tryna tell Dabbity Bell Well, that shit was disrespectful, nigga You ran out on the brotha's That's what'chu got checked for, and deck for Nigga you'se a hoe (you'se a hoe) Uhh, and I'ma let you know (let you know) I mean, niggaz is bitches, when they get behind the wall But I ain't talkin 'bout all y'all Cause I know some niggaz from the C-P-T and some big homie's from the L-B-C and South Central Niggaz y'all know, y'all is the looniest Keep it true and ya County Blues doin this Repeat 1 {*singer's sings until fade*} |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Heres some music to crash your car to,
aint no use its to fast to undo CRASH....CRASH, 60 shots of Jack and I feel you, equillibriums off and its pure pandemonium Were going too fast, were going too fast, aint no way this is ever gonna last, were going too fast, were gonna crash I'm just a wreck so what the hell did you expect Cockeyed joyride swervin between the lines, rearview mirror makin me loose my mind, all liquored up and hes back behind the wheel again, got no idea where hes goin' or where hes been Were going too fast, were going too fast, aint no way this is ever gonna last, were going too fast, were gonna crash I'd push my luck so what, I just dont give a fuck GOING TO FAST, GOING TO FAST.. The suns coming up as you start to feel your coming down, god damn give me hope, so i can kiss the ground! Were going too fast, were going too fast, aint no way this is ever gonna last, were going too fast, were gonna crash I'm just a wreck so what the hell did you expect GOING TO FAST, GOING TO FAST.. |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)
Black folks can't never have no fun These streets be Walkin down the avenue Crazy From Hollywood to South Central These streets be Crazy Long Beach to Compton Always up to no good Crazy Crazy Craazy Always up to no good Vanise to Santa Ana crazy crazy Have a look outside take a strole with me California lifestyle you want to roll with me I can take you in and out What's it gonna be Now as crazy as it is you know its home for me I would never leave it you know thats wrong to me I'm gonna stay down ya see we doin the corners g At your local liquor store we gettin some optimals and if I'm out of bounce then I got to cock the four Keep it on the low on the w w west coast sign some autographs and then I do get ghost heh yeah I love my folks but half of y'all fools is cut first On a real note the streets that have you guide you lead you mislead you its fragile yeah ya see you gradually grow and when you walking on my side I think you all need to know These streets be Walkin down the avenue Crazy From Hollywood to South Central These streets be Crazy Long Beach to Compton Always up to no good Crazy Crazy Craazy Always up to no good Vanise to Santa Ana crazy crazy On the One Ten freeway floating back to the block in the 7 Deuce coupe hoppin hippin da hop sippin on some hen with my nephew afro red young pimp on the grind trying to line up some head have fun deal done on the west coast we won don't matter where you're from if you're old or young see saw we walk like ooh la la fuck the law we don't caught we just do dot dot yeah nigga we shakin the cops you niggas out there just be main it hot but don't trip if you fakin alot I'll break you shake you and take your spot Cause if you think that you gone slip through California With Pocket and banged on brother you wrong Always up to no good I really love my dog grew up together in Albany Always up to no good Hell yeah I love New York thats why I married the broad but she Always up to no good Can't hang no more cause I'm a baller y'all and he's Always up to no good Let me tell you about these streets Always up to no good These streets be Walkin down the avenue Crazy From Hollywood to South Central These streets be Crazy Long Beach to Compton Always up to no good Crazy Crazy Craazy Always up to no good Vanise to Santa Ana crazy crazy |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
[Snoop Talking]
What뭩 up baby can I get with you? Its called dogs get lonely 2 Bow-wow [Chorus] I dont give a damn, what your homies say You don뭪 stay on me, your always out to play Your so hard to find, seems your shaking me D.O.G.뭩 we get lonely [Snoop] Look here babygirl D.O.G.뭩 we get lonely You can ask all my homies, all D.P.G. got tenderoni뭩 Now when we on the road trying to get this paper and phone call away is what you say But some times you got to find time to get up to get out and get away You feel me Now all I want to do is stay real and stay true I뭢 trying to have a little something, and keep you satisfied, but [when] my homeboys say its time to ride then I뭢 a ride See I'm a gangsta I'm a always be a gangsta you cant change me Dispite at night I might get lonely ya heard me come and serve me I'd love to take you to the mall buy you a little somthing go to the movies too If thats what you want to do, thats what you trying to do thats what we going to do Now I'm a put you on a back burner cause I got to get this cheese with my crew But baby momma full of drama aint that right D.A.Z. dog's get lonely too Now you knew the dog was dangerous and you took it You got good loving You hook me up a good meal but you still couldnt hook me Let me stop lying, I'm trying to be too cool, I shaking the real All my homies do y'all know D.O.G.'s can get lonely too thats real [Chorus] x2 [Snoop Talking] Yo yo check this out baby Im not even going to rap on this one I'm not I'm not much of a rapper at all But check this out I'm a put this P.I. down to you real small I mean I got to get this money I'm out here hanging with my homeboys We do what we do we been doing this before I even met you you know what I'm saying Times get hard my homies gone be there I know you there for me I know you want to do those things that that a women supposed to do for a nigga like me I mean when I get lonely I'm a holler at you You gone be there for me Thats real [Chorus]x2 |
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from Snoop Dogg - Paid Tha Cost To Be Da Boss (2003)
Dizzle fizzle! Da bizzle! (Boss!)
Tha bling! Tha bling! (Ah ah ah!)[echoes] Yeah... Uh uh It's 2002 [echoes]... And whatchu gon' do? (whatchu gon' do?) I'ma boss up... Ironically speakin' (uh), or it is generally speakin'... I'm the ambassador, better yet, the PROFESSOR, of G-OLOGY (of G-ology)Just bossin' up right now Uh uh.. Tha Boss would like to see ya (yeah... yeah) Tha Boss would like to see ya Bugsy! Tha Boss would like to see ya Gotti! Tha Boss would like to see ya Capone! Tha Boss would like to see ya Soprano! Tha Boss would like to see ya DOGGY! First Black with a casino! (Ah ah) Tha Boss would like to see ya (who me?) Yeah, I ain't takin' orders no more (Huh-uh!) Boss Boss... [echoes] Uh.. I'm tha Boss (ahh!) It's my house (my house), and I (and I) leave here (yeah, I'm tha Boss) It's my house (my house), and I (and I) leave here Tha Boss would like to see ya (who?) Bugsy! Tha Boss would like to see ya Gotti! Tha Boss would like to see ya (who? who?) Capone! Tha Boss would like to see ya Soprano! Tha Boss would like to see ya DOGGY! Fist Black with a casino (ah ah!) Boss, boss, boss, boss, boss... |
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from Snoop Dogg - Ego Trippin' [Expicit Version] (2008)
[Chorus]
Those Hollywood nights They drive me crazy Those Hollywood nights They drive me crazy [Snoop Dogg] Huh, it's like that that there They love it when I let down my hair from Jessica Alba to Jessica Simpson even Jessica Biel wanna know how I feel So I let 'em all come to my back table Roll up and lick the paper if they able Bottles of everything, models and everything Everything goes and yes I mean everything Cocaine castles, I ain't sniffin' But baby that plate in that one movie is trippin' So, I invite her over to my party Blonde hair, long legs, a real live Barbie No autographs, I ain't signin' now Act like you been around a boss, bitch settle down My life is like one big highlight Welcome to the motherf**kin' Hollywood night life [Chorus] Those Hollywood nights They drive me crazy Those Hollywood nights They drive me crazy [Snoop Dogg] Every night I'm in the limo, Excursion With some whites, some asians and persians They flirtin', and I'm certain they suckin' One night with the Dogg and it's curtains She say she wanna be an actress So I pointed to these nuts and then I yelled ACTION! Take one, take two, now cut Now turn around, and let the homie Damani f**k Huh, yeah, here we go again I gotta go behind the club just to get in They say I'm just too much commotion All the yellin' and screamin' and pushin', oh yes I got 'em open I'm in the back of the club gettin' a backrub Smokin' with one of the Marley's, "One Love" I'm higher than gas, refusin' to pass Hollywood Night School my nigga join my class, c'mon [Chorus] Those Hollywood nights They drive me crazy Those Hollywood nights They drive me crazy [Snoop Dogg] Meet me at the Roosevelt, bass cabana room I'm on Sunset (where you at?) at The House of Blues I just stepped in for a quick cameo Me and Leonardo DiCaprio He keep a bad hoe, I keep a bad hoe He slide me new hoes everywhere we go Oh the life, night after night, flight after flight Yes, these Hollywood nights Will have a nigga burnt out, some hoes turned out You know it's pimpin' when you see the Dogg permed out Cameras flashin', police passin' Every little model wanna give me some action So I let 'em kick it, then I let 'em lick it Get some m_nage, durin' every visit I wouldn't leave it, even if they paid me The L.B. raised me and Hollywood is crazy [Chorus] Those Hollywood nights They drive me crazy Those Hollywood nights They drive me crazy |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
I put down more hits than mafioso made
And Lucky Lucianno 'bout to sing soprano And I know, I know the way you feel And baby bubba we gon' keep it on tha real Just to get you caught up in amazement We puffin' on Cubans so it might get dangerous But when it isn't, you can sit izzon bizzack And let the Bizzow Wizzow ride the trizzack, ha ha How you feelin'? I'm up to dealin', ridin' like a villan Makin' a killin', thrillin' the crowd wit my new hairdo, Outfits unused, fifty dollar socks, hundred-thousand dollar shoes Man, I'm givin' blues to these sucka MC's Who you be? You know who I be, young nigga I'm Tha DoggFather *Snoop Doggy Dogg is Doggy Dogg Father (Father) *Repeat Let's make a move for this paper (Where we rollin' Dogg?) We got's ta get paid (Makin' money all ya'll) I mean I steps to tha stage in my G-boy stance And say a few rhymes to make your girl wanna dance I'm so fly like a dove I come from up above You trippin' on your girl cause she showed me love Nigga don't beat em, cause if you beat em, you don't need em You lay your hands on me, watch how fast I take your freedom I delete em, but don't mistreat em I stay up on em, and that's one ta grow on, Let me flow on You can rock to tha rythme you see or you can rock to tha rythme of me Just remember when you do your thang, Make sure you do your thang on a hang And everythang, is everythang There ain't no mo' than this paper chase Like them white-boy DA's was on tha case You know I ain't tryin' ta floss, but uh, (Murder, murder, murder) was the case that they lost I'm Tha DoggFather *Repeat Now, do anybody in tha house remember When there wasn't no Snoop Dogg? (Hell yeah!) There wasn't no rappers hollin' 'bout LBC Am I trippin' ya'll? (Hell no!) Now, when I grow up, I wanna be like Snoop Have prestigious women That's the truth from the begining In and out of the flyest hotels You say your family don't know me Hold on hommie, that's formost and promos Sales, tails, scales and jails Success before death No one in my clique fails As females with the almighty Father lead Succeedin' ta give my peep's just what they need And it ain't no party like this kind, Cause you can leave your worries behizzind But I'ma git back to tha grizzind Snoop D-O double G comin' back for mizzine and I'm tha DoggFather *Repeat |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shit But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga Coolio Put me up on the game when I step through the do' Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive Usin my styles like a contraceptive I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack So put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?) Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now Tell me what's goin on It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y *It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin I had your whole fuckin block bumpin Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through One-two, three, you can't see me I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets It's on again, it's on and poppin All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin I wanna see some panties droppin I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton (All I ever did was just use that hoe Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows) I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugs and I smoke weed for the fuck of it Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked but it's manditory that I kick it Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action You really don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog *Repeat Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long) Tell when (till the early morn) It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the) The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit) Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo' So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick Till I die I'm still screamin that (bitches ain't shit) Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum As you groove to the gangster shit The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die *Repeat |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
*Come and go with me to Doggylaaaaaaaaaaaaand!!
(Here ye, Here ye, Come one come all) To a place that be, call it LBC (I'm ridin' wit'cha baby) Come and go with me to Doggylaaaaaaaaaaaaand!! To a place that be, call it LBC Now if you tired of the hard work tears and sweat and you breakin' your neck and you still up in debt. Walkin' round town all strapped in, niggas be havin' more bad times than Captain Rat did. Two strikes none left, out of breath Livin' in the city it's a jungle yo. All this deception on top of stress, you havin' more problems than a algebra test. You can't seem to come up, wit yo' money for rent, and now yo' baby momma trippin' she want fifty percent. It's a thin line, between yours and mine the difference is you gotta scratch to a get nickel and dime. Now I know a place where Ya' might wanna be and I can take you there Pop goes the nine, We'll go right behind You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline. *Repeat Oh your homies think you're funny? Doin' stick ups for moneys Just to impress the honeys (This is for the honeys) Got yo' rocks, so you keep'em in the sack, you got two strikes, but you right back up to bat. You all about yo' money and got something to sell but if you bail for a robber you'll be back in the jail cell. You chillin' wit yo' feet up Someone hated but baby without the homies and that's when you got beat up. Because you can't be out there doin' low and then right gather up yo' crew and roll. Ain't no rules when you out there doin' dirt, somebody's always layin' in the cut to get ya' hurt. But see, I know a place where you might wanna be and I can take you there Pop goes the nine, We'll go right behind You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline. *Repeat Here ye, Here ye, come one, come all. To a place that be, call it LBC. (I'm ridin' wit' ya' baby) Lemme holla to a little home boy real quick, know what I'm sayin'? Cuz he travelin' in the fast lane. Stop the life it seem that we are on, Time to slow your roll, Let Doggyland be your new home, Stop the life it seem that we are on, time to slow your roll, Let Doggyland be your new home. Doggyland is the town where it's goin' diz-owne (It's goin' down) Everything is free, and ain't no HIV. (What?) And niggas don't kill one another (Oh really why is that?) Because a brother is a brother. (And what about the mothers?) They queens, righteous, man, heaven must be like this, green aroma like the grass in the summertime. Ain't no peneteneries and ain't nobody doin' time. And oh yeah, I'm the big O-K'er, I'm smarter than the senator, Bigger than the mayor. Heaven on Earth it's like a prayer. And you can't get in without yo' gold card you got to be a player. Now you know a place where You gots to be and I took you there, Pop goes the nine, we'll go right behind You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline. *Repeat |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
[Snoop]
I'm in Junior High with a C+ grade At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade I to school from my moms apartment I got to tell these niggas everyday don't shit Cause where I'm at if you soft you lost And to stay on course, you got to roll with force My homeboy Dogg is chilling in a Benz In front of his building witht the rest of his friends I give him a pound no I mean I shake his hand He's the neighborhood drug dealer, my man I go upstairs, I hug my mother I kiss my sister and I punch my brother I sit down on the bed to watch some t.v. [Gun Shots] Do my ears decieve me No That's the fourth time this week Four young brothers got shot in the street The very next day while I'm off to class My momma go to work cold bustin' her ass My sisters cute but shes got no gear I got three pair of pants and with my brother I share So there in school I made a fool With one and a half pair of pants, you aint cool Cause there's no dollars for nothing else I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf Now everyday I see my momma struggling So now its time I got to do something I look for work I get dissed like a jerk I do odd jobs And come home like a slob So here comes Dogg his gold is shivery He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery I do it once I do it twice And now there's stake with the beans and rice My mothers nervous but she knows the deal My sisters gear now has sex appeal My brothers my partner and were getting paper And three months later the whole hood cought the vapors My family's happy and everything is new Now tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do [Chours] Doggz Gonna Get Ya x4 [Mac Talking] Ay yo yo Check this out Snoop All these niggas always talking about "They looove this" And niggas got looove for you Or nigga I looove this ride or this chin around my neck nigga You niggas dont know what the fuck love really mean Nigga you cant buy love at no corner store nigga Love aint got no price tag Snoop I want you to kick this shit to them niggas [Snoop] hmm Money is flowing everything is fine I bought my self and Uzi and my brother a nine Business is booming everyhing is cool I pull about a G a week, fuck school A year passed by and I began to grow Not in height but juice and cash flow I kick up my feet to watch some t.v. Cause now I got other people working for me I got a 55" television you know And every once in a while I hear "Just say no" Or the other commercial I love That's when they say this is you brain on drugs I pick up the remote control and just turn Cause with this bullshit I'm not concerned Me and my brother bounced in the Benz We driving around our territory again I pull up at the light like a superstar An automatic weapon cold sprayed my car I hit the accellerater scared as shit I drove one block to find my brother was hit He wasnt dead but the blood was pouring And all I could think about was Warren Later I found it was Dogg and his crew Now tell mw what the fuck am I suppose to do [Chours]x8 [Mac Talking] Yeah so now you see what I'm talkin bout nigga You see what that love shit do ya This nigga said he had love nigga and this nigga done shot yo brother So what the fuck you gone do now [Snoop] My brother s out of it but I'm still in it On top of that I'm in it to win it I cant believe that Dogg would dis me That faggot that punk he soft or sissy I driving around with three of my guys The war is on and I'm on the rise We rolled right up to Dogg's favorite hang out What's cracking Dogg and let the bullets stang out Someone shot back so we took cover And all i could about was my brother Dogg jumped up and began to run Bustin shots hopping to hit someone So I just stopped and let off three shot Two hit that nigga and one hit a cop I threw down the gun and began to shout "Ay y'all all lets break out got 'em dip out Now as I left there goes the boys in blue They pointin they guns at my four man crew They shot down one, they shot down two Now tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do [Chours] x8 [Snoop Talking] Ya see the moral of the story is this Love is a motherfucka And Doggs is a motherfucka You mix the two up you bound to get some drama Loves gonna get ya Naw nigga Doggz gonna get ya you ever try to play me and thats real Thats real Thats real |
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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
[Snoop Dogg] *inhales* Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo Quik check this out dog You know mothafuckers be doin way way too mothafuckin much You know? That's real Just like baby right here, she doin too much Now if that nigga next to you got a rented car And he actin like it's his but you know it's not Say he doin too much, yeah nigga you doin too much And if that stuck-up bitch got the bar posted-up She actin like that hair's hers but you know what's up Say she doin too much, yeah baby you doin too much I gave my kinfolk the keys to my Suburb I told em "Hit the side and slide and get the herb" But guess who's callin, Pipedream Patty Made that nigga park my whoride beside the alley Forget about that nigga though (fuck that nigga) Fuck that nigga yo But I can't forget about him cuz he taught me everything I know Oh no Joe, walkin down the wrong lane Tootin on that cocaine, fuckin wit that wrong thang Niggas like that (what), get things like they want it (damn) Then fake the funk, doggonnit Now loc, look at this predicament You smoked out and can't be trusted, I can't kick it wit Niggas like you, used to be in my crew Goddamn, they don't make niggas like they used to I remember Marley Marl and the Juice Crew That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce-deuce Now if you're doin for your family and you can't stand it Cuz you know these mothafuckers tryin take advantage Say they doin too much, yeah nigga you doin too much And if your kinfolk broke and he smoke dope And he need to catch a mothafuckin different stroke Say he doin too much, yeah Joey you doin too much We parlay, parlay everyday DPG style We might throw a pool party every once in a while Now in fact we gon' do one this weekend Let's see how many hoes me and my nigga Rose can weed in I believe in, sharin the cock Also, I believe in comparin the cock Look, don't knock a nigga like me (why?) Cuz she love the way I just beat up the pussy Not just knee deep, she was totally deep When she went down on me She blew a nigga socks off, got a nigga rocks off Ooh wee, baby you's a freak Put my homey up on game like a gangsta But my homey fell in love and he banked her Ain't that a trip? Now we in a twist Back in the county wit the red ribbon on his wrist Now when a nigga hit his girl and she don't hit back And he get his third strike wit no get back Say he doin too much, yeah homey you doin too much And when the homey in the pen, doin a sin And his girlfriend fuckin wit his best friend Say she doin too much, hell yeah she doin too much I'm livin up in the hills, wine sippin wit mills I'm havin major type of paper, I ain't trippin off bills (still) Show me some respect and accept my coolness And don't mistake my kindness to mean I'm foolish Use this as a warning, cuz I'm startin To figure it's some niggas think I'm soft as Charmin Pardon me, cuz I ain't mad when you get bent But I hate when fools mistake me for U.S. ?spray? Friends and family, gettin after me like repo Eat, smoke, choke then want me to throw em a c-note You doin too much when you clutchin on my touch-tone Callin strays over nigga leadin months gone Conversate for fo' hours, wastin mo' power And only get to hit a cold shower You fakin like you're makin more moves than Simpson But frontin, pushin buttons, doin nuttin but sin And when a nigga on yo' phone, runnin up yo' bill Tryin to tell some hoodrat bitch how he feel You know he doin too much, yeah nigga you doin too much And when your baby momma cryin bout she need some milk And you heard some other nigga did been at her tilt You know she doin too much, yeah baby you doin too much That's real |
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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
Yes...this is me
the bad bad dolomite And im ready to put me in the whitehouse.. Makre me the president, Im gonna move on my first act Im gonna get me 2000 raggedy ass painters to paint the motherfucking whitehouse black. Dolomiote...for your president. Im gonna legalize every motherfucking thing, Somone ask me how i stand on marijuanna, very high, baby, very high. How i stand on prostitution? I dont stand on it ... i lay on it. Im gonna legallize sellin pussy; sell it, sell it, sell your pussy girls. Pussy will sell' if pussy dont sell, grits aint groceries, eggs aint poultry, and Mona Lisa is a motherfucking man. |
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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
Yes...this is me
the bad bad dolomite And im ready to put me in the whitehouse.. Makre me the president, Im gonna move on my first act Im gonna get me 2000 raggedy ass painters to paint the motherfucking whitehouse black. Dolomiote...for your president. Im gonna legalize every motherfucking thing, Somone ask me how i stand on marijuanna, very high, baby, very high. How i stand on prostitution? I dont stand on it ... i lay on it. Im gonna legallize sellin pussy; sell it, sell it, sell your pussy girls. Pussy will sell' if pussy dont sell, grits aint groceries, eggs aint poultry, and Mona Lisa is a motherfucking man. |
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from Snoop Dogg - Paid Tha Cost To Be Da Boss (2003)
[Intro:]
We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West I own this motherf**ker and my name is Taa-Dow Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shit But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics [Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg] It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go I'm hearin motherf**kers tryin to steal my flow But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga Coolio Put me up on the game when I step through the do' Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive Usin my styles like a contraceptive I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack So put your gun away, run away, 'cause i'm back (why?) Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now Tell me what's goin on It make me wanna holler, 'cause my dollars come in ozones Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes and quit tryin to spit at my motherf**kin hoes Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point You think you got the bomb 'cause I rolled you a joint You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherf**kin paws Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y [Chorus:] It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World [Verse Two: Kurupt] Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll f**k all ten See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin I had your whole f**kin block bumpin Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through One-two, three, you can't see me I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics A f**kin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets It's on again, it's on and poppin All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin I wanna see some panties droppin I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton (All I ever did was just use that hoe Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows) I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugs and I smoke weed for the f**k of it Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked but it's manditory that I kick it Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action You really don't know, do you, you f**kin wit a hog You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog [Chorus] [Verse Three: Daz] Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long) Tell when (till the early morn) It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the) The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit) Diggity Daz out of the motherf**kin cut once mo' So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick Till I die I'm still screamin that (bitches ain't shit) Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum As you groove to the gangster shit The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk I can see and I can tell that's what the f**k you want So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die [Chorus] |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
Uh.
Yea. (Don't Let Go) Life, life (Don't Let Go) I'm the coldest of the coldest, the dopest of the dopest The smoothest of the smoothest and locest of the locest The whole world on point for this new joint that I just put together So kindly, and you can find on the coast with the most lambs High post, plain coast with a bunch thug niggas, drug dealers Project fools, C-Murder past dem tools Shit I'm bout to make these motherfuckers get up I draw the line between yours and mine And make sure you dont get lit up Hit ha on the motha fickin set when dip Dogg pound mutha Fuckin gangsta crew Split wigs for a livin everydays thanksgiving Mutha fuck yall rides, we slides we dippin Nigga the tanks, driven by the colonel Mr. Master P Lil Silkky, Mystikal, C and me and Fiend Nigga dont be trippin, you got my lil homie in the cut That Soulja Slim nigga , he known for dippin Wassup (Don't let go) If you love ta bang bang And the rap game is just like the dope game The minute you forget it, forget it you finished Them niggas know when you aint with it Thats when they get ignent (Don't let go) Like a twista, like a twista, get twisted with this It seems its on, but its off, I keep missin this shit I'm high but I try to stay focused wide eye Lookin dead at the chips, I blink, they dip (Don't let go) Like a twista like a twista get twisted with this It seems its on but its off I keep missing this shit I'm high but I try to stay focused wide eye Lookin dead at the chips, I blink, they dip (Don't Let Go) It's worth to hang on for life for life (Don't let go) Its worth the hang on (Don't Let Go) Yea What What (Life life) Check this out I'm the hardest of the hardest The realest of the realest But see I dont fuck nothin but G's ballers and killers So pardon my expression G If yo bitch is seen wit one of my niggas in the clik You best believe she done ate a gangsta dick And you cant fault my niggas for dat We just a bunch of thug niggas, ex drug dealers The kind of gangsta ass niggas that your bitch love niggas Don't so that to urself cuz I'm a tell you right now they plug niggas They slug niggas Now if yo bitch way out of line Because when I steppin to Doggy Dogg you better take your time Cause out on a limb fuckin with Slim And you dont even know that cuz aint nobody told you that We need you to show em dat (Don't let go) Cuz I'm a pistol strappin car jackin hoe slappin MC I dont know why all yall bitches is fuckin with me Fuck all my enemies, and chasin cheese with cheese Circuit tapes with cd's by the 3's in keys Biggie was too large and Tupac was too real Niggas had homies with heat on the street and he got killed How the fuck did that happen I thought yall niggas was rappin Shit but in this real world shit, murder thnags keep crackin Besides drive bys and kiddnapping Shit when u head up out the door foget the four four Never leave home with out it Now why dog, niggas everywhere gettin rowdy and bout it And don't doubt it, real violence aside and dont forget it Its like I said When you ain't with it niggas get ignent (Don't let go) Like a twista, like a twista, get twisted with dis It seems its on but its off I keep missing this shit I'm high but I try to stay focused wide eye Lookin dead at the chips, I blink, they dip (Don't let go) Its hard to hang on I try I try Life life (Don't Let Go) Yea (Don't Let Go) |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)
You in the War Zone Ha ha yeah uhh T h X uh uh I wanna go universal one time man I wanna talk to the whole world man Cause cause I know niggaz I know niggaz feel this shit man e'rywhere man Don't matter where you at you gotta feel this cuz Trip If you see the police don't stop You got your heat on the seat don't stop My nigga ball 'til you fall don't stop And break a bitch like a law don't stop My nigga get yo' cash don't stop Oh you keep the stash in the dash Don't stop Oh you like to scrape and crawl Don't stop Well we do it with no breaks at all don't stop don't stop don't quit You don't wanna get dropped Don't pop no shit I'm tellin niggaz now off top real spit Like it or not we who you got to deal wit Geah we at your service You in the War Zone now so don't be nervous And it don't stop Everybody drop shit bottom to the top they want me to stop cause I been goin hard on them lately And I feel raising my right hand sayin Mother fucker don't make me slap ya ass for not bringin back the cash Now do it with no breaks trick and get it real fast One of you niggaz gon' feel these bullets Six cannons loaded cock and pull it West gang ridin out that's all we do West gang nigga I ain't gotta explain it to you Let's bang Yeah if you gettin down to the sound don't stop If you gotta dump a few rounds don't stop If some punk clown flags you down don't stop If you don't come from the town don't stop If you tryna hang with the gang don't stop If you makin money tryna slang don't stop If the neighborhood's where you hang don't stop If bustin shots is yo' thang don't stop Geah Look what'chu tryna do my nigga E'rything you talkin 'bout I been through my nigga I'm original busta I'm a D P G War Zone motherfucker in the midst of the streets nigga Geah you get it and go When the boys roll past you're lettin 'em know Heat in the waistband gang of tattoos Compton Eiht don't stop for you fools Won't stop learnt it on 'em I gotta eat chief Now getcha ass in my way I'm snatchin you up by your lil' briefs Now rock twice and do your hand like this If you not then stop representin this gangsta shit So we bangs the clip the main West G spot Compton Long Beach S E Watts Where niggaz is more sick more dumb more gone Trick you know where I'm from the War Zone If you see the police don't stop You got your heat on the seat don't stop My nigga ball 'til you fall don't stop And break a bitch like a law don't stop My nigga get yo' cash don't stop Oh you keep the stash in the dash Don't stop Oh you like to scrape and crawl Don't stop Well we do it with no breaks at all don't stop Don't stop don't stop Don't stop don't stop don't stop |
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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
Hello, what's happenin? This Snoop Dogg. What you doin? Oh serious, check this out. Nigga fittin to come through there. So um, leave that back door open so a nigga can come in there real slow. Yeah. You got a job, I got a life, you got a man, I got a wife Baby girl, baby boy, that's the way of the world It ain't got back, can't get back You say it won't get back, shit I hope it don't get back I'm creepin with you, sleepin with you It's gettin bad on a nigga, now I'm beepin you too And meet me at the hot spot and work that skirt You know the blue one, the new one, girl you know the truth hurt Heart beatin while I'm cheatin, trying to catch a nut Bad little bitch got a nigga caught up I'm slidin in the rag top Chevorlet Got a nigga all out of bounds in West L.A. I'm tryin to find your granny's house, is your auntie house Well um, you know we sorta kinda burn it out You know I turn it out whenever I'm in the mix I'm creepin with my secret and that's how I wanna keep it, peep this [Snoop Dogg] If I hit this pussy you goin tell on me (Don't tell) When I get this pussy you goin tell on me (Won't tell) If I hit this pussy you can't tell on me (Don't tell, don't tell, don't tell) When I get this pussy you goin tell on me (Don't tell) If I hit this pussy you can't tell on me (Won't tell) When I get this pussy you goin tell on me (Don't tell, don't tell, won't tell) [Warren G] I met this thang named Juanika She stayed in Engelwood and she knew Tamika Tamika and Juanika was tight like gloves I seen em Tuesday night hangin at the club I say what's up Tamika boo, what's up with you She said Mauseburg skandelous, nigga so fuck you Some bitches be lyin (lyin), most bitches be tryin (tryin) To get a nigga caught up, that's probably why I'm (I'm) G'd up, boot up, to hit it and show I give it to you real baby, can't (shake em up dogg) Jump in the Burg, let's swirve on the low key Windows tinted cause everybody know me You told on Mause, you told on Snoop And now you wanna tell on me, well woopty woop Put me up on game, your homie It was too much fun, hm, remember what you told me [Snoop Dogg] If I hit this pussy you goin tell on me (Don't tell) When I get this pussy you goin tell on me (Won't tell) If I hit this pussy you can't tell on me (Don't tell, don't tell, don't tell) When I get this pussy you goin tell on me (Don't tell) If I hit this pussy you can't tell on me (Won't tell) When I get this pussy you goin tell on me (Don't tell, don't tell, won't tell) [Mauseburg] No baby I ain't with the bullshit I been fuckin you for two weeks and I ain't seen no cashflow increase You've been runnin your mouth, tellin your girls how I'm fuckin you What I got in my house, the things I don't do for you Better be careful cause your girls wanna come too Yay kiss and a rub back and now I'm up in you And did you tell Tamika I was wondering why my homie baby momma was blowing up my beeper You's a cold thang, I told you keep it on the DL And if I decide to hit it again it's at the motel Tellin them broads about my furniture and jewels Work on my table and how holding my clientel Damn do it hit the spot As pretty as you is no more blessins for your trot But I might for the sake of my swipe Hit it like it's supposed to be hit if the vibe is right tonight [Snoop Dogg] If I hit this pussy you goin tell on me (Don't tell) When I get this pussy you goin tell on me (Won't tell) If I hit this pussy you can't tell on me (Won't tell, don't tell, don't tell) When I get this pussy you goin tell on me (Don't tell) If I hit this pussy you can't tell on me (Won't tell) When I get this pussy you goin tell on me (Don't tell, don't tell, won't tell) [Nate Dogg] It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none Ain't no big deal until that hoe squeals Now I got to keep my fuckin woman from around that hoe Take a fuckin rubber everywhere that I go Keep her from her family cause her cousin know She say she fuckin Nate but she can't prove it though Next time you can't come if you got a loud tongue I know I got a big dick, shouldn't loaned it to a trick This time you act like a nigga who just did a crime You got your ass busted now you facing time The money's in the pack, it's on the drivers side But nigga you was with it so when you be quiet Now you facin twenty all by yourself The nigga you was with man he rich as hell Even though this story is a fairy tail Act like you that nigga bitch and please don't tell [Snoop Dogg] If I hit this pussy you goin tell on me (Don't tell) When I get this pussy you goin tell on me (Won't tell) If I hit this pussy you can't tell on me (Don't tell, don't tell, don't tell) When I get this pussy you goin tell on me (Don't tell) If I hit this pussy you can't tell on me (Won't tell) When I get this pussy you goin tell on me (Don't tell, don't tell, won't tell) If I hit this pussy you goin tell on me (Don't tell) When I get this pussy you goin tell on me (Won't tell) If I hit this pussy you can't tell on me |
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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
Man fuck them niggas, ha ha
Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas Bitch I'm down with No Limit, I'll ride for the cause I'm the nigga on the tank with the big fuckin balls And if anybody fuck with Snoop Doggy Dogg I'ma make these niggas put his name on the wall And everywhere I go I got Mr. Magic here Because I know that nigga don't care He'll have that red shit pourin out your hair Nigga, any fuckin time nigga, any fuckin where Make 'em bleed is the motto that, I live by If you fuck with me it's a must you die Them niggas might goin run but them niggas can't hide It's like shootin yourself, it's a - suicide KLC rock the beat, hittin hard like burt Niggas in the Nolia know him as Big Hurt Just like Soulja Slim he'll put you in the dirt And have your picture on front of a t-shirt And when I make moves I got a hundred niggas with me Just incase a nigga out there tryin 'a get me All my niggas is down to squeeze the trigger That's why I'm down for my motherfuckin niggas Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas What you aint heard boi I ride with these niggas I die with these niggas Do a drive by with my forty five cause I'm down with these niggas Snoop Dogg and Bossalinie Don't shoot now nigga just call me when you need me Believe me, I never bite the hand that feed me Just point them niggas out and I'll leave em all on the street bleeding Bitch you fuckin with a grown man How I be done waxed you in your house and then buried you on your own land See the cops is scared to come and get me But I don't blame em cause they know I got a bunch of thug niggas with me Lookin for trouble, starting shit I'm ridin solo and I'm bustin and gettin rid of your dick See your boys ain't bout beefing When you fuckin with niggas that'll definately get you internal sleep But if you didn't get the fuckin picture (*Gunshots*) Bitch I'm down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas What niggas, them niggas, yeah dawg, you with it Fuck em, let's get em, do em, I did em We gettin nutty in this motherfucker (nutty in this motherfucker) I got my buddy in this motherfucker leave a nigga bloody in this motherfucker We in the cutty motherfucker You done done too much, you got it comin motherfucker Some of these niggas is "Bitches 2" And some of these niggas look just like you Well, where I'm from we like to ride on foes Do it from the shoulders or do it from the tools I do my dirt all by my lonely (all by my lonely) C-Murder and Magic, hell yeah them my motherfuckin homies Solo shit get thick and call me And niggas wanna act like they wanna get with Snoop Doggy Lemme let you niggas know (what's up) Shit, fuck what you goin through and fuck what you stand for Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas - |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
(mobster Corleone talking)
Yeah Vision 88 kilos of cocaine smack-dead in your face The street value of that is what you dream to make Run an illegal business,racketeerin Smugglin,doin things from handin a gun,is what they fearin Bodyguards and hitmen like some Al Capone shit Heavy artillery got the cops on my dick Different locations,spots where it takes place If you show them my money,your ass is gettin f-laid There's four major games that run the city of G's The violators,the Gambinos and the Corleones and me The violators and Gambinos they run uptown Me and my cousin Corleone we run downtown Murder's an everyday thang in the city Where you gotta plot chips,jag robberies and do in its Tanadian Nay,the charge of the weapons Hit from verandahs and do a thing unexpected So we plan a plot with an Uzi and 10 shot Buck em till they all drop,circle round the block Let em have it as soon as they come out Unload on their ass,commence to takin them out! Throughout the streets of Long Beach The streets was infected with drugs,dope pealers and addicts Gangs have taken over 75% of our town as the young youth behaviour is outrageous with crime They feel no remorse whatsoever, as the law enforcements have tried to stop the trafficking of drugs from coming into our country, but they can't The murders have increased more than 95% and the drug amount of which they make is more than 700 million dollars Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion I had no choice or remorse for time for puttin it down Niggas know the scoop is stupid if they come from my town I been around since the Jumpstreet makin it pop Young crook keepin hook,nigga,shakin the spot Had to be a standout not to get ran out Look for help,you help yourself cos there's no handout Since the city Long Beach is only G's and hos You hold on ya heat but them fiendish foes Trust,bust,be aware and I ain't ya curse Cos the niggas that I dared to (?agank?) the first Think I might be deceased 'fore I reach my calling As long as I'm haulin my heat I'm stallin I bring it to ya hard from the streets of life Where niggas get rewarded to grief for strikes Don't speak on the creep,mo' fools is listenin And war story glory ain't worth the riskin Real niggas still get a mob like respect If you represent ya set,till ya bite the deck Who I be?I'm the Dee,nigga check the file Under G you will see not to sweat my style I'm takin em out! (Corleone talking some more) I come through blastin,me as a Downtown Assassin Mashin,may they rest in peace in they caskets Shoot em down in front of Hassans Should've known from the gate,who's the baddest? In my zone,Don Corleone wanted For the murder of forty men Ordered to hit and watch him kill again and again From the U-S-C,I shift ki's,a 120 plane rides Multiplied by G's,87.3 million in a matter o'months Big business and big dollars is all that I want I blaze up to celebrate,new empire to make Toast till we all die,till we burst and break From knives to guns,from the rich to the slums We ran outta dope,I don't think so son While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park From daylight to reach dark and all the clucks a'spark From when I pick em off like darts Stab em in they hearts Make an example,what I said,ya end up dead Spayed the wall with graffiti like hogs for all my lost Doggs Never reach until I see the blue sky till I die All I ever want is to be left alone Me myself,me my dope,me and my chrome Got paid by cops and judges,I budge when I buzz I got the City of Long Beach goin crazy for drugs (Corleone capping it off) |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
[eddie talking]
This is a service public announcement going out to all the paper haters Now sure sure sure your broke sure sure sure your having problems Food stamps didn't come on time and the lights have been cut off But look here [snoop] Here's a little something about a nigga like me I never should have been let out the penitentiary Snoop dogg would like to say That I'm a crazy motherf**ker when I'm playing with my ak Since I was a youth I smoked weed out Now I'm that motherf**ker y'all read about Smoking you and your crew, taking a life or two You don't like how I'm living well f**k you This is my gang nigga no limit My nigga c will f**k you up in a minute With the pow pow bang bang and your dead And then we stamp that tank on your forehead Everywhere we go they say "damn" Them gangstas they be f**king up the program And then you realize we don't care We don't just say no we to busy saying yeah About drinking straight out the ? ? ? ? bottle Do I look like a motherf**king role model To a kid looking up to me Shit life ain't nothing but weed and money Shit I'm that type of nigga that's quick to blast F**k with me or c and I'll put my foot in your ass I don't give a f**k cause I keep selling Yo what the f**k are the yelling [chorus] x2 Gangsta gangsta thats what the yelling Niggas living rowdy and stay bout it bout it Gangsta gangsta thats what the selling Bitches want to buy it cause they love that straight g shit [snoop] Homies all standing around just hanging Some dope dealing some gang banging We decide to roll a week deep Seen a nigga on dayton so we creep Real slow, in you before you know I had my double pointing at his window He got scared and hit the gas Right then I knew I had to smoke his ass He kept rolling I jumped in the bucket We couldn't catch him so I said f**k it Then we headed right back to ? ? ? ? Sweating all the bitches in the dazzy dukes We couldn't no play from the ladies With seven niggas in a nav is you crazy She was scared and it was showing So we all said "f**k you bitch" and kept rolling To the hood now we was ¡®fen to Find something else to get into Like some pussy or in fact Getting rowdy, shit but we caught the rat pack On a nigga cold nutting it off Snoop dogg gets ignorant when I'm f**king with my tank dogs I might stumble and still wont lose Now I'm draped in my gangsta blue's Cause I'm the type of nigga who's quick to blast F**k with me or c and I'll blast your ass See I don't give a f**k cause I keep bailing Yo what the f**k are they yelling [chorus] x1 [snoop talking] Hol hold on craig b cut that shit man Man f**k that we need some gangsta in this motherf**ker some other that South shit know what I'm saying Some of that shit from the thiz-ird ya heard me [snoop] Here's another gangsta down to ride A t-shirt and levi's is his only disguise He represents the tank but yet hard to hit Snoop dogg and c-murder with this gangsta shit [c-murder] Well I'm c-murder the one he talking about Nigga tried to play me close and got punched in the mouth Fed's tried to get me you know they some haters I said "see you later" jumped in the navigator With the $50's in the back with the navy blue top Tru niggas on the scene with the triple beam Cause I'm the c fool I slang and snoop bang And I'll smoke a motherf**ker like it ain't no thing To all my bitches, I know your jocking my crew [girls] We want to f**k you c [c-murder] I want to f**k you too You see no limit niggas don't take no shit So let me tell you motherf**kers who you f**king with Cause I'm the type of nigga that's quick to blast If you f**k with me, I'm a smoke your ass I don't give a f**k cause no limit stay selling Yo what the f**k are they yelling [chorus] x1 [eddie talking] If you'd of just stay down and been a motherf**kers real partner you Wouldn't have had tat problem But seeing as you want to jump ship and you thought the ship would sink A motherf**ker without turning into a submarine, went under water came Back up with a periscope looking at your bitch ass Now you have no paper, and now you on a paper caper Now you coming up to my face and your saying "hey can I hangout" I say No cause you ain't got no clout bitch get out Now I'm tired of all you silly as motherf**king paper chasing hoes Uhh this has been a public service announcement from no limit records In the doggy dogg world |
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from Snoop Dogg - R&G (Rhythm & Gangsta): The Masterpiece (2006)
Snooooooooooop.. Snooooooooooop.. - Snoop Dogg When the pimp's in the crib ma Drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot When the pigs try to get at ya Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Sean Don And I roll the best weed cause I got it going on - Pharrell Williams Uh! I'm a nice dude, with some nice dreams See these ice cubes, see these Ice Creams? Eligible bachelor, million dollar boat That's whiter than what's spilling down your throat The Phantom, exterior like fish eggs The interior like suicide wrist red I can excercise you, this can be your Phys. Ed Cheat on your man ma, that's how you get ahizzead Killer wit the beat, I know killers in the street Wit the steel that'll make you feel like Chinchilla in the heat So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shit Trying to ask me shit When my niggaz fill ya vest they ain't gon pass me shit You should think about it, take a second Matter fact, you should take four B And think before you fuck wit lil skateboard P - Snoop Dogg I'm a gangsta, but y'all knew that Da Big Bo$$ Dogg, yeah I had to do that I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside But only on the left side, yeah that's the Crip side Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play I cut so much you thought I was a DJ { scratches } "two!" - "one!" - "yep, three!" S-N double O-P, D-O double G I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it See I specialize in making all the girls get naked So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside We got a world premiere right here, now get live! So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles Waiting on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Shizzle G's to the bizzack, now ladies here we gizzo - Snoop Dogg I'm a Bad Boy, wit a lotta ho's Drive my own cars, and wear my own clothes I hang out tough, I'm a real Bo$$ Big Snoop Dogg, yeah he's so sharp On the TV screen and in the magazines If you play me close, you're on a red beam Oh you got a gun so you wanna pop back? AK47 now nigga, stop that! C mid shoes, now I'm on the move You're family's crying, now you on the news They can't find you, and now they miss you Must I remind you I'm only here to twist you Pistol whip you, dip you then flip you Then dance to this motherfucking music we crip to Subscribe nigga, get yo issue Baby come close, let me see how you get loose! Outro Snooooooooooop. Snooooooooooop.. |
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from Club Bangers (2006)
Snooooooooooop.. Snooooooooooop.. - Snoop Dogg When the pimp's in the crib ma Drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot When the pigs try to get at ya Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Sean Don And I roll the best weed cause I got it going on - Pharrell Williams Uh! I'm a nice dude, with some nice dreams See these ice cubes, see these Ice Creams? Eligible bachelor, million dollar boat That's whiter than what's spilling down your throat The Phantom, exterior like fish eggs The interior like suicide wrist red I can excercise you, this can be your Phys. Ed Cheat on your man ma, that's how you get ahizzead Killer wit the beat, I know killers in the street Wit the steel that'll make you feel like Chinchilla in the heat So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shit Trying to ask me shit When my niggaz fill ya vest they ain't gon pass me shit You should think about it, take a second Matter fact, you should take four B And think before you fuck wit lil skateboard P - Snoop Dogg I'm a gangsta, but y'all knew that Da Big Bo$$ Dogg, yeah I had to do that I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside But only on the left side, yeah that's the Crip side Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play I cut so much you thought I was a DJ { scratches } "two!" - "one!" - "yep, three!" S-N double O-P, D-O double G I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it See I specialize in making all the girls get naked So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside We got a world premiere right here, now get live! So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles Waiting on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Shizzle G's to the bizzack, now ladies here we gizzo - Snoop Dogg I'm a Bad Boy, wit a lotta ho's Drive my own cars, and wear my own clothes I hang out tough, I'm a real Bo$$ Big Snoop Dogg, yeah he's so sharp On the TV screen and in the magazines If you play me close, you're on a red beam Oh you got a gun so you wanna pop back? AK47 now nigga, stop that! C mid shoes, now I'm on the move You're family's crying, now you on the news They can't find you, and now they miss you Must I remind you I'm only here to twist you Pistol whip you, dip you then flip you Then dance to this motherfucking music we crip to Subscribe nigga, get yo issue Baby come close, let me see how you get loose! Outro Snooooooooooop. Snooooooooooop.. |
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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
West west yall.
William Holla with the S yall. Yall know what time it is. Woof! Can't spell the west without the "es." DJ Clue. Beyotch! Kurupt! [Snoop] I fall off into a party with a drink in my hand Rocawear pants, but I ain't come here to dance By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue? Tell him I'm lookin' for him (What's yo' name?) Big Snoop I'm in the big Coupe, I got that whoop whoop I'm tryin' to get a chicken, I got that big loot Let me slide to the hoop, regroup, and come through I'll bag it up, and serve you and you too I throw strikes like Andy Petitte and Roger Clemens Pitch a shut-out, the whole 9 innings The bulletproof 'Lac with the windows tinted? You mean the one with the pretty bitches sittin in it? Please believe it, we gon' represent it And we gon' bend it and dent it Fuck what it cost, we gon' spend it Buy it, never rent it Now when you suckin my dick, baby girl put yo' face in it Get it get it girl (get it girl), make yo' head swirl Get it get it (get it girl), make my toes curl And get it get it, go on girl, it's a crazy mixed up doggy dogg world [Chorus] And I know that you really can't believe what ya hear and ya see Just put ya hands up and repeat after me Get yo' money, fuck a bitch...and blow a gang of weed And I know that you probably never thought that you could see a true G A nigga like the D-O-double Gizzy But like I said, get yo' money, fuck a bitch, and blow a gang of weed [Kurupt] Yeah, yall the type of suckers we straight through When we skate through, with DJ Clue Hoes gobble on something, swallow on something Throwin' hollows like football passes and football practice Off that dodo, look at the shine comin' off that fo' fo' I want the ki's, the trees, the ice, and the g's What's yours is mines, but you already know though I'm young gotti desodo Let's see how long a body can flow fo' I got my Rocawear leather on, on swoop nigga You know Damien and Jigga laced me and Snoop nigga Them my motherfuckin' homeboys See Beanie's from my hometown Memphis with the full pound Tucked in Amil purse, all you bitches hatin' get a deal first It's hard work, raise off the homegirl bitches Chorus Yeah, you know how we do. Big Snoop Dogg, Kurupt Young Gotti. Rockin these niggas. Rocafella, what?!? Fuckers! Iceberg Slimmin' on these hoes. Doin it big. Aight aight, I'ma take me a trip to Marcy, go fuck with my OG's. And fuck you bitches and you bitch ass niggas. We ain't fuckin' with none of you suckas in 2001. On to the rest, you bitches. |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
Intro: (Snoop talking with homey)
Homey: Ai Dogg, let me holla at'cha man Snoop: Wuz up home? Homey: Word is on the streets Your beats gone be delicate since Dre did shake the spea's out, man. Snoop: Delicate? Beats? So that's what makes me now? Man, I don't give a fuck about no beat (Now let me shake that shit man) (I hear ya Dogg) (It's a cold, cold thing!) (It's a cold thing!) (For real, hmm!) I got more niggas tryin to get at me than the President do sometimes Niggas be tryin to get at me cos I be droppin funky rhymes What the fuck is goin on? This rap game is made to make money You niggas is taking the shit outta hand, actin' way too funny Doin too much, y'know I see it from the get-go What the fuck's goin on wit you niggas, y'all tryin to play a low pro And tryin ta be hard and tryin ta be big willies or whatever they call it I guess it's time for me to act just like an alcoholic And step to the game, I'm a stumble in like I don't know And if a nigga say somethin wrong, I'm takin off from the get-go I ain't givin no room to try to get me first Cos I done been bombed on before and I'ma tell you, man, that's the worst Fifth in the world, but I'ma keep my thang together Cos I'ma keep makin money and hope everything is still together Havin papers, man, now what y'all niggas doin? All y'all broke on the corner, drinkin your drink, wanna be doin what I'm doin But don't get mad and don't be tryin to play-hate Cos, uhh, takin trips around state to state Representin, uhh, what y'all wanna represent But y'all can't represent it cos y'all got no dollars, no cents I'm movin on, groovin on and I'm movin Makin more moves than the average Cuban Tryin ta get G's across the town, tryin ta make more hits And tryin ta get my game tight and get at your bitch Now if she wants to get with this, she gone come holla at a player, do' Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce And she wants to jump in, bring a friend Cos everything is like alphabet, come on in Come on in and bring a friend and you can come on back Cos when you do, we gone be sippin on some Cognac It's on me, I'm feelin good tonight Cos I'ma do mines and I'ma keep everything tight I ain't lettin nothin leak cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught And I can't get caught cos you know how they do it about that child support Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his game tight Gettin 18-point-5 percent, half your life Shit, I love my baby boy and all But I ain't gonna be payin no bitch, no no, no way Dogg I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too tight I'm guaranteed to get away from some shit like dat, ain't that right Cos, uhh, when you play in this game you got to be the real player You can't be no fake ass nigga talkin about you wanna be the man Cos if you ain't with the game, the game ain't gonna be wit you And I can put that on everything including you Interlude: (Snoop talking) One of every five black males berfore the year 2000 will be detained or deceased No justice, no peace Yeah the truth hurts, we scared to go to church Look here, but don't cut it, gettin five points Step back for a second, I'm puttin less than five to this joint Hmm, if this is the bomb niggas gonna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics Niggas be trippin but I'll be pimpin I don't be trippin off no nigga at all, no bitches Just tryin to get money, I don't even be trippin off no switches I used to like low-riders but now I like Eastsiders I put it down wit me and make a hit maker, y'knowhatI'msayin? I love the Lakers now cos now they got Shaq O'Neal It's time to make a million dollars and that's for real See we gone blow up and show up and throw up nuttin but Dogg Pound Give it to ya ta put it down and we'll be round to your town So just sit in your seats and wait til we come through Until we do just keep smokin grey and blue Or whatever you do just stay true to what you do Cos we gone keep doin what the fuck we got to do Now, follow me now and listen to the instructions Cos the game's gonna get deep now, niggas is tryin ta creep Tryin ta get up on game but they don't wanna be down with the PG All of a sudden everybody wanna dis DP Now, what we look like? Makin y'all diss us, that ain't right I should get upset but I'ma stay composed Chill for a second, spit at some hos Drinkin my drink, smokin my dank Countin my bank, uhh that shit stank Stanky bank is what I got cos I'ma keep it And nah this ain't no motherfuckin secret Interlude: (Snoop talking) Yeah, we're in drought season Niggas lookin for a reason It's like thanksgiving without the feast Yeah the truth hurts, we're scared to go to church They got me runnin from my life, I'm jumpin gates They got dogs on my ass, but I'm a Dogg So I know how to alert and get wit dat shit The dog run up on me I give him a cold Like nigga back up off me He turn around and bite the police, hmm Game recognise Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes I slide in the back of a garage, dippin with this ho They run right past me, ask me "Have I seen the suspect?" "Yeah, he went that way", now for the jack |
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from Snoop Dogg - R&G (Rhythm & Gangsta): The Masterpiece (2006)
It's time to slow it down, steadily grindin
And this is, the big Doggy Dogg.. And I ain't talkin about no Air Force Ones I just gotta know, before you let me get some [Chorus] Do you have a fresh pair of panties on? I got to know, or you could show, me Silk cotton see-through lace your sexy thong I got to know, or you could show, me [Snoop Dogg] Freak-a-leek, peak peak Let a nigga sneak a few, peek-a-boo Let's see what we can do I'm bout freakin you, and sneakin you Into a quiet place So I can look at it face to face Let me guess, you prefer to wear cotton I can tell, cause you like squattin Your last dude, he was so rotten And now your love is to be gotten Yeah baby girl I can read your mind But what I'm really tryin to do is ready between your pantylines I know it seems oh so personal But I'm just tryin to make you feel real comfortable I know, so, what will it be? And the type of underwear you wear I mean it's troublin me Can I get a glimpse, one for the pimps? I got one question, answer me this then [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] You came by the chuuch with a whole lot of body Got invited to our annual pajama party Workin that lace, I think it was the French cut Yeah bitch, you got a big ol' butt Hidin it, should be dividin it It's real tight now but I got a way to widen it And slide in it, real smooth like with a little bit of Miles Davis to get you in the mood like zoom boom hit the poom-poom right Just to get your groove right I can make it happen, but it can't happen if you ain't good at it When you gon' let a nigga have a look at it? Callin all cars, yeah baby girl you a star But it's on you if you wanna go real far Now let me get a glimpse, one for the pimps I, have one question, answer me this |
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from Snoop Dogg - Paid Tha Cost To Be Da Boss (2003)
Get on up to get down And really go to town And don't stop till you get enough I wanna rock with you Shake your stuff [2x] [Redman] Yo Yo, Doctor Everybody hit the floor Wild out till the security hit the door I'm dirty Gorilla paws, bang sugar walls Hoes wanna pop E, hang with a Dogg I told my man Snoop She salmonilla Got a ho with no dough with condoms with her I'm a ride to the death of Def Squad on my chest Look at it crook at it Rob you and jet Surprise you and flex Funk in the Cadillac truck with a chicken, bobbing her neck You done woke up and ain't trying to sleep You done called up Hugh Heffer to find the freaks I'mma stay on the street I'mma stay saying 'fuck you' behind police My mamma ain't raise no fool, she love me That's why she hide my tool inside her room I'm a jump, bump, throw that ass Rough sex, I gotta fuck with shoulder pads I'm like baby powder, ain't nann 'nother Ain't nann ho getting Redman butter And my man Gutter, DJ Murder Inc. Ja know them hoes yo we can't love 'em Underground the heat yeah I stay buzzing Mixtapes I'm on the street they stay dubbing Brick City riding,then 'bout it 'bout it Shoot up you town then we Bin Ladin hidin' Meth, show'em where the luger kept Open your safe, show me where the food and vest I hope when Dre hear this, he give a beat for ten more Cause I stay on the corner like squegeemen Yo Nate Dogg, what's happening y'all Long Beach, Brick City Scream at your frog [Nate Dogg] Everybody shaking All these hoes around me She was lost in the land of love Glad that Nate Dogg found me Girl you got a phatty New York back to Cali You know who got the bomb weed Long Beach to Brick City I know just want you want, I got just want you need Turn that shit around, and back it up on me Since I was the first, I guess I'll be the last to leave D-O-double-G, will you keep it gangsta please [Snoop] I gots to do it Yes Yes loc', we keep the best smoke Me and my nigga, my nerve, my kinfolk I kick a bitch in the ass and then smoke I'm a motherfucking fool in the pool doing the breaststroke You want a problem, then lets go Cause if not I came to disco And freak this ho from Acopoqo And flip her inside out, now I'm bout to ride Let's go we hit the hood slow Post up, set up shop and press four Who got the best flow, who got the most dough Who got the best hoes, nigga you know Shit its been ten years since I hit some cess smoke But I still rock a mean coat on the West Coast In the summertime And I crumble mine down to the dandelion Nigga watch how I handle mine Spiritual, hear we go, hear this Snoop D-O-double-G, man I'm so fearless Square biz, you know what time it is I'm cool on these niggas but I'm hard on a bitch Now check dis, fact is Put your back out, now back in Go head wiggle it round you feeling me now Girlfriend, you killing them now [Bridge] The way you shake your booty It makes me want your booty The way you shake your booty Sure looks good to me [2x] |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Hi baby
I know your under a lot of pressure at your work and all And I do understand You have no idea how much I understand But you also don't have any idea how much I love you I love you so much I think about you I feel you in my arms I miss you I miss you terribly I've just always wanted someone like you in my life I love you so much that I'd do anything I'd do anything I'll be your perfect woman for you I just wanna fuck bad bitches All them nights I never had bitches Now I'm all up in that ass bitches Mad at cha boyfriend aint cha You'se a bad girl gotta spank ya Gotta thank ya for that head clinic Explicit hella photogenic And tell your friends where the dick's at Where they can get hit and won't get back to they soulmate Before you kiss'em use Colgate She Swallowed It Yeah the bitch took the whole eight and ran with it then let Mel Man hit it and Hit the Man hit it damn bitches Man this is what I'm talkin about Chicken head chicken fed with a dick in your mouth Out and about with your nigga like it never took place Airtouched Next time you need a taste I just wanna fuuuuuck you No touchin and rubbin gul you got a husband who loves you Don't need you all in mine I just wanna fuuuuuck you We can't be kissin and huggin gul you got a husband who loves you You need to give him your quality time You got the number it's on you to make the call You know I cum quick help you re decorate your walls Cut your backyard don't have to act hard to get the cock And if I'm goin too far I take it out and wipe it off and put it back up and keep going You tryin to hide it from your husband but I know he be knowin that your pussy's been tampered with Then you show him the new trick of how you can lick it smoke a cancer stick You be workin it l like a dancer bitch it's hard on me Not to give you all of my time that you wanted You can give me some head but keep the breakfast in bed I'd rather spend my mornin diggin through some records instead But tonight I guess it'd be aight if we can touch bases Hookup somewhere and exchange some Fuck Faces I know your man's lookin for ya he's always tryin to run ya Don't worry bout me handcuffin gul cause I just wanna fuck witchu On the sneak tip on some creep shit So whatcha gon'do ya freak bitch You actin like you don't do dicks That's the kinda bitch I hate fuckin wit Baby was a virgin that's what she said So I gave her some Hennesey she gave me some head I fucked her on the flo so I wouldn't mess up my bed Then Lil 1/2 Dead put his dick on her head Take that bitch home and give her a bone And give her the number to my cellular phone Man, she blowin up my pager the shit's gettin major A favor for a favor this dick is what I gave her Somethin to go by and bitches know why Stuff dick in they mouth and then I'm out Twenty fo seven Dre Snoop and Devin We servin these hoes and never lovin these I just wanna fuuuuuck you No touchin and rubbin gul you got a husband who loves you Don't need you all in mine I just wanna fuuuuuck you We can't be kissin and huggin gul you got ahusband who loves you You need to give him your quality time |
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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
Yo' whassup, whassup.
(Could you read us a bedtime story?) Alright, alright. Ya'll get my ash tray, get my lighter. I'm a read ya'll a gangsta bedtime story. Come here, sit on my lap. (Okay.) Check it out. Great scotts, it's hot today He ran up out of bullets so I shot him in his chest He fell to the floor with his hands in the air His vision gettin blurry but you know I didn't care Peck, peck, he tried to stay on deck So I ran up on this nigga and I shot him in his neck Shooting like a muthaf**kin vietnam vet Riding on this nigga disrepectin my set No stranger to danger ain't no warning shots On the hood gettin hot, anybody can drop You better have a spot up in town my nigga Cause please believe it, it can go down my nigga Caught up in some traffic behind some hood rat Grease strikes you out with no get back Wishing for a steak eatin on a Kit Kat And your b***h ain't s**t the little homie hit that Sit back and go see, take a trip up with me Let's go get a stick nigga dip with me We can ride on some niggas for nuthin at all Even if we cool with 'em, f**k 'em let's go get 'em LBC in this muthaf**ka cuz I had to show these niggas what time it was We got thugs, cons, drugs and guns We claiming everything nigga, even dimes and doves Have you ever slapped a b***h to mack your grip Or better yet, strapped a clip To a muthaf**kin' nine millimeter for heater And put the ride down out of G two seater You need a nigga like me to get your game like that Young nigga, you could get a smack for that I'm that nigga who brought the afro back And pat your back and then I turn around and snatch your sack Before I came out niggas was wearing slack I brought the curl back and the golf hat The black poker sack and this skandelous raps The one eight seven kidnaps and jacks I brought snaps to the game nigga Raps to the game nigga, I'm that big rap name nigga S-N double O-P fa sho I do my thang way cut throat on the downlow Oh once upon a time in the LBC There lived a OG from the DPG And all the little kids looked up to him All the women stayed true to him, police tried to do him But couldn't do nothing to him cause he's like stainless steel And all they hated on him because he was way to real I don't know why but he's just so fly But I gotta end this story by saying goodnight |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
[Intro]
Yeah.... This is another story about dogs For the dog that don't pee on trees, is a bitch So says Snoop Dogg, get your pooper scooper cause the nigga's talkin shit Aroof! *echoes* [Verse One: The Lady of Rage] I'm sippin on Tanqueray with my my mind on my money and my mouth fulla gan-jay R-A-G to the motherfuckin E Back with my nigga S-N double O-P [Dre] Yeah, and ya don't stop Rage in effect I just begun to rock [Dre] I said yeah, and you don't quit [Snoop] Hey yo Rage would you please drop some gangsta shit I rock ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs Handcuffed as I bust bout to tear shit up Oh what did ya think I, didn't ever think I Would be the one to make you blink eye, I'm catchy like pink-eye Never will there ever be another like me Um you can play the left, cause it ain't no right in me Out the picture out the frame out the box I knock 'em all Smack 'em out the park, like "A Friendly Game of Baseball" Grand, slam, yes I am Kickin up dust and I don't give a god DAMN Cause I'm that lyrical murderer Pleadin guilty, you know from my skills I'm about to be Filthy large, Rage in charge You know +What's Happenin+ don't try to play large this ain't no +Rerun+, see hon, don't ya wanna be one How-evah, Rage'll wreck ya, cause I'm def I kick my vocals, I loc' yo, coast to coast or local Uhhh! I'll make 'em go coo-coo for my Cocoa puffin stuff, aiyyo Snoop, you're up Let these niggaz know that niggaz don't give a fuck! [Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg] This is just a small introduction to the G Funk Era Everyday of my life I take a glimpse in the mirror And I see motherfuckers tryin to be like me Every since I put it down with the D-R-E [Outro] Foamin at the mouth and waggin his tail Searchin through the yards with a keen sense of smell Lookin for the business in heat And when he find it he'll be sniffin her seat We travel in packs and we do it from the back How else can you get to the booty? We do it Doggystyle, all the while we do it Doggystyle Yo motherfuckin hoes!!! He fucked the fleas off a bitch He shaked the ticks off his dick And in the booty, he buries his motherfuckin bone And if there's any left over He'll roll over and take a doggy bag home Damn, that Tanqueray is talkin to a nigga I ain't bullshittin, one of y'all niggaz gotta get it Man I got ta piss Breath test? |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Mac Minista in defense of the honorable Snoop Dogg
The anti-player has filed and submitted an "alpha"-davit in the Game Court. With trumped up charges against my client Snoop Dogg, Tha Doggfather - for 227 counts of flexing his G's, popping his P's dotting his I's and crossing his T's. The anti-player has filed and submitted an "alpha"-davit in the Game Court. With trumped up charges against my client Snoop Dogg, Tha Doggfather - for 357 counts of verbal and reckless endangerment from the million dollar mouthpiece; and leaving these super-sap suckers, discombobulated and confused and shook up, like a pair of dice. The anti-player, has filed and submitted an "alpha"-davit in the Game Court. Charging my client Snoop Dogg, Tha Doggfather - for distributing and manufacturing game. Crossing state and county lines, with the intent to pimp the system. Now if you wanna judge Tha Doggfather, bring him before 12 G's and open up his files and you will see, that ever since Snoopy was a pup his tail was straight up - ready to shake rattle and roll and charge from a hoe to a henchman about his pension. So all you jerks with them $11 words comin out of your $2 mouth about a multi-million dollar Crip who's got the mind of a bid'ness man, the heart of a tyrant, and the tongue of a mack - I said, he's a five-star guerilla Crip, with bars and stars while you suckers is lookin for stripes. His game is as sharp as a mosquito's needle; and with this in mind, I'm gonna ask the Game Court to grant a motion, of 995 - grounds, of dismissal. |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
[Mac Minista] Mac Minista in defense of the honorable Snoop Dogg The anti-player has filed and submitted an "alpha"-davit in the Game Court. With trumped up charges against my client Snoop Dogg, Tha Doggfather - for 227 counts of flexing his G's, popping his P's dotting his I's and crossing his T's. The anti-player has filed and submitted an "alpha"-davit in the Game Court. With trumped up charges against my client Snoop Dogg, Tha Doggfather - for 357 counts of verbal and reckless endangerment from the million dollar mouthpiece; and leaving these super-sap suckers, discombobulated and confused and shook up, like a pair of dice. The anti-player, has filed and submitted an "alpha"-davit in the Game Court. Charging my client Snoop Dogg, Tha Doggfather - for distributing and manufacturing game. Crossing state and county lines, with the intent to pimp the system. Now if you wanna judge Tha Doggfather, bring him before 12 G's and open up his files and you will see, that ever since Snoopy was a pup his tail was straight up - ready to shake rattle and roll and charge from a hoe to a henchman about his pension. So all you jerks with them $11 words comin out of your $2 mouth about a multi-million dollar Crip who's got the mind of a bid'ness man, the heart of a tyrant, and the tongue of a mack - I said, he's a five-star guerilla Crip, with bars and stars while you suckers is lookin for stripes. His game is as sharp as a mosquito's needle; and with this in mind, I'm gonna ask the Game Court to grant a motion, of 995 - grounds, of dismissal. |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
GAME that's my thang
and it ain't no rules when you in this game (x3) Gunblast *gunshots* echo fast and all I seen was loose cash I hit the flo' & when they go I make sure I grab all the dough The Scene: Long Beach yeah '86 Where: The liquor store nigga on some devilish shit I went in to grab a drink but I came out a felon my homeboy got away but shit I wasn't tellin' So I fell in a trap with no getback they threw away the key and now I'm a OG In the County jail rappin & bangin' at the same time and since I don't smoke cigarettes loc shit I gotta slang mine And I ain't tryin' to get on swole so I ain't fuckin' with the iron I got bitches bringin' me money & ain't a godamn thing funny My homeboy Devil from the HCG and Young Side Trey R.I.P from the ETG [Eight-Trey] and oh yeah Baby Ken Dawg from the Westside Four-O's got love for Short and my homeboy J-Ball from the Seven four ? from that gang and the homeboy Tracy D from the big bad ass ese gang them straight killas & they know I got game & that's real from a trio nigga havin' green Get yo' hustle on nigga 'fore you end up dead It's too much paper to get Can ya dig it? Later on this evening I got a lick nigga is you down wit' it? Shit... GAME that's my thang and it ain't no rules when you in this game There's ten laws to the game nigga be raised by 'em all Get ya respect on at all times nigga hustle 'til ya ball watch them hatas and pretendas and all the shit they do cause nowadays some of these niggas be bitches too Keep the business professional get ya heat at all times keep them snitches on the sideline cause you know pressure burst the pipeline Keep ya eyes on ya enemies watch those close to ya See them outside niggas can't touch ya it be the ones inside that do ya Smilin' in ya face but want to take yo' place fuck around and be playa let's make a deal with the D.A. Don't be ridin' with no niggas who ain't sure if he gon' get down cause it only take a split second to get ya buck buck and lay down Hesitation'll buy ya fate get that ass all caught up ya little homey might be cool if them other two priors ain't brought up Remember took time to kill smash and don't give a fuck Be a hog about ya papers straight hungry for that der come up Respect the game feel what the soldier talkin' about If you got to be in that game stack ya change and get the fuck out! GAME that's my thang and it ain't no rules when you in this game (x3) Game recognize game ?? kickin' back smokin' Mary Jane I'm gettin' high in the game my little homey popped him with the cane Some niggas only in it for the fame Niggas ain't ready for the game if you ain't down then get the fuck out the game or represent yo' thang Ghosttown LB SB Brookfield 76 Folktown & the 90's Twomp twomp put yo' guns up when the tank dogg roll up who got the weed nigga hold up I'm the King of Oakland nigga raise up I ain't givin' a fuck I'm still ?hugged? cause my down South niggas show me love and the muthafuckin' gifts dancin' in the club That's game GAME that's my thang and it ain't no rules when you in this game *Talking* Steady Mobbin', D O double G, ain't No Limit to that shit Nigga Carlos on the beat Beats By The Pound 'Bout 3:34 in the morning don't even matter We puffin' all night, straight game, game. I got all my game from my momma yeah a nigga didn't gave me none of this shit that's real. Wanna say what up to my momma, for givin' me all this game... |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)
[Intro] WEST COAST!!! It's time to stand up nigga We gon unite around this mothafucca one time I'm callin every real Crip nigga And every real B-Dog, to the table right now yeah, we gon push a real line right now See if ya'll wit this real gangsta guerilla shit [Snoop Dogg] Have you ever seen a hunned thousand rip rydaz from tha side Blue chucc, blue rags, grey cloud, blue skies on the move, can't lose, hell street blues niggaz gotta pay they dues on the cruiser wit the uzi spray deez suckaz then I (inaudible) my granny saw what on the news (what?) she shook up, look up, and then she put me on the move I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far cuz the homies had to loot-loot that night at King Park and I got into a squab got caught, and went to jail straight to the county with no muthaphukken bail 48 hunned wit this crippin, Oh Well my bigg homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coat tail he say "Trip dogg, you better get right, crip right, eye'z open cuz niggaz get stucc on seezight" It aint no mothaphukken problem POP POP! TIC TOC! never flip flop, 20 crip until I drop [Hook] CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! CUH-RIIIP! [The Game] Is I? in the mothafuckin S5? wit the red bandana double knotted around the rearview niggaz see clear through they know that it's Game cherry red Lowenharts let em know that I bang so bang! like Snoop in Deep Cover I got the seat reclined .45 under the white-T smothered dippin down green leaf, I aint got no enemies been shot 5 times, now I bleed hennessy and bang for my niggaz locked up they can't stop us it aint a gangsta party til we go and dig Pac up I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on Huey P. Newton with Air Force 1's on I gang bang but I'm the opposite of Tookie Williams Red Lambo, Red Bandana print ceiling Me and Snoop got the WestCoast locked Red & Blue rag tied in a knot but all my mothafuckin homies yellin out [hook] SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! (BLUH'D) SUWWOOP! (BLUH'D) CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! (BLUH'D) SUWOOP! (BLUH'D) CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! [The Game] I ran out of gas in Long Beach I'm stuck aint no Bloods and all I see is Blue Chucks Hopped out tha six tray no where to go til Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steelers '64 We just dippin One Blood and One Crippin' I'm on that bullshit, throwback Scott Pippen Moral is my bandana hangin from tha "Left Side" so if you aint a crip or a blood just throw up "WestSide" What up Bluh? [Snoop Dogg] Yeah Cuh we just tippin Me and Game doin thangs switchin lanes Hurricanes on my feet Stop, and C-walk to tha beat Game take the wheel and turn on 21st street (EASTSIIIDE!) E/S L.B.C. gun in my hand it's the turf by the circle we don't play in the sand we just slip and slide out, we rip and ride out Let it C known, nigga welcome to da Thunderdome [Hook] CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! By Om-7 |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)
[Intro]
WEST COAST!!! 서부!!!! It's time to stand up nigga 이제 일어설 시간이야 We gon unite around this mothaf**ka one time 여기 주위로 다시 한 번 뭉칠거야 I'm callin every real Crip nigga 모든 진짜 Crip 놈들을 불러야겠군 And every real B-Dog, to the table right now 그리고 B-Dog도, 테이블로 지금 당장 yeah, we gon push a real line right now 그래, 진짜 랩을 들려줄게 See if ya'll wit this real gangsta guerilla shit 니가 이 진짜 갱스터 게릴라 노래를 감당할 수 있을지 [Snoop Dogg] Have you ever seen one-hundred thousand rip rydaz from tha side 혹시 10만 명의 갱스터가 옆에서 달리는 걸 본 적이 있는지 Blue chucks, blue rags, grey cloud, blue skies 파란 신발, 파란 옷, 회색 구름, 파란 하늘 on the move, can't lose, hell street blues 움직여, 질 순 없어, 지옥의 거리의 음악 niggaz gotta pay they dues on the cruiser wit the uzi 모두들 기관총에 Cruiser를 타고 대가를 받아내 spray deez suckaz then I cruise 머저리들에게 총을 쏘고 현장을 떠나네 my granny saw it on the news (what?) 할머니도 뉴스에서 보셨다고 하더군 (뭐?) she shook up, look up, and then she put me on the move 그녀는 겁을 먹고, 위를 올려다보다, 나를 보내셨어 I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far 난 도망치려고 했지만, 멀리 가진 못했어 'cause the homies had to loot-loot that night at King Park 그날 King Park에서 그놈들의 모임이 있었거든 and I got into a squab got caught, and went to jail 그놈들에게 잡혀서 감옥으로 보내졌지 straight to the county with no muthaf**kin bail 보석금 같은 것 없이 그저 거기로 직행 48 hunned wit this crippin, Oh Well 날린 돈은 4800 달러(?), 오 이런 my bigg homie Roy Blue snatched me by my coat tail 내 친구 Roy Blue가 내 옷 뒤쪽을 잡고 he say 'Trip dogg, you better get right, crip right, 말했지 '이봐, 정신 차려, 제대로 Crip을 대표해, eye'z open 'cause niggaz get stuck on see sight' 눈뜨고 말야, 저놈들 너를 지켜보고 있다고' It aint no mothaf**kin problem 문제가 될 건 없지 POP POP! TIC TOC! never flip flop, 20 crip until I drop 펑펑! 째깍째깍! 절대 비틀거리지 않아, 쓰러질 때까지 20 Crip을 위해 *Snoop Dogg의 정확한 갱단 이름이 'Rollin 20 Crips'라고 하네요. [Hook] CUH-RIIIP!CUH-RIIIP! CUH-RIIIP! CUH-RIIIP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! CUH-RIIIP! CUH-RIIIP! CUH-RIIIP!CUH-RIIIP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! CUH-RIIIP! *CUH-RIIIP은 Crip이고 SUWOOP은 Snoop입니다-_-a [The Game] Inside in the mothaf**kin S5? 니 빌어먹을 엉덩이에 쳐박아 wit the red bandana double knotted around the rearview 두 번 꼬맨 빨간 머리띠와 함께(?) niggaz see clear through they know that it's Game 모두들 앞이 깨끗이 보이면서 Game을 알아보지 cherry red Lowenharts let em know that I bang 체리 같이 빨간 Lowenharts 내가 세다는 걸 알려줄게 so bang! like Snoop in Deep Cover 그러니 펑! 마치 Deep Cover의 Snoop처럼 I got the seat reclined .45 under the white-T smothered 시트를 뒤로 기울이고 하얀 티 아래 45구경을 숨겨 dippin down green leaf, I aint got no enemies 마리화나를 피우네, 적들은 없지 been shot 5 times, now I bleed hennessy 다섯번 총에 맞았지만, 이젠 피 대신 Hennessy가 나와 and bang for my niggaz locked up 갇혀있는 친구들을 위해 총을 쏘지 they can't stop us 그들은 우릴 못 막아 it aint a gangsta party til we go and dig Pac up Pac을 무덤에서 데려오지 않으면 이건 갱스터 파티가 아냐 I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on 나는 총 두 자루를 든 Martin Luther King 박사 Huey P. Newton with Air Force 1's on Air Force 1을 신은 Huey P. Newton I gang bang but I'm the opposite of Tookie Williams 나는 거칠게 놀지만 Tookie Williams와는 반대지 Red Lambo, Red Bandana print ceiling 붉은 Lambo, Red Bandana 무늬의 천장 Me and Snoop got the WestCoast locked 나와 Snoop은 서부를 꽉 잡았어 Red & Blue rag tied in a knot 빨강 & 파랑 옷이 매듭으로 묶여 with all my mothaf**kin homies yellin out 내 친구들은 모두 이렇게 외치지 [hook] SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWWOOP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! [The Game] I ran out of gas in Long Beach I'm stuck Long Beach에서 기름이 떨어져 차가 멈췄네 aint no Bloods and all I see is Blue Chucks Bloods는 없고 보이는 건 파란 옷을 입은 이들뿐 Hopped out tha six tray no where to go Six Trey에서 나왔지만 갈 곳이 없어 *Six Trey - 1963년도 Chevy Impala. 로우라이더로 가장 자주 쓰이는 차 중 하나. til Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steelers '64 그때 Snoop이 64년도 Pittsburgh Steelers를 끌고 멈춰섰지 We just dippin One Blood and One Crippin' 우린 뭉쳐, Blood 한 명과 Crip 한 명 I'm on that bullshit, throwback Scott Pippen 나는 계속 진행해, 옷은 Scott Pippen 유니폼 Moral is my bandana hangin from tha 'Left Side' 중요한 메세지라면 '왼쪽'에 매달려있는 내 머리띠 so if you aint a crip or a blood just throw up 'WestSide' 그러니 Crip이나 Blood가 아니라면 일단 서부 싸인을 해봐 What up Blood? 안녕 친구? [Snoop Dogg] Yeah Cuh we just tippin 그래 이봐 우린 그저 노는 중 Me and Game doin thangs switchin lanes 나와 Game이 차선을 바꾸면서 할 일을 하지 Hurricanes on my feet 발 밑에는 허리케인 Stop, and C-walk to tha beat 멈춰, 그리고 비트에 맞춰 C-walk을 해 Game take the wheel and turn on 21st street (EASTSIIIDE!) Game 운전대 잡아 그리고 21번가에서 돌아 (동부!) E/S L.B.C. gun in my hand it's the turf by the circle E/S L.B.C. 손에는 총, 원을 그리는 도로 we don't play in the sand 우린 모래에선 안 놀지 we just slip and slide out, we rip and ride out 그냥 미끄러져 들어가고, 거칠게 달려 Let it C known, nigga welcome to da Thunderdome 알아두길, 이봐 Thunderdome에 온 걸 환영해 [Hook] CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! CRIIIP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! SUWOOP! |
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from Snoop Dogg - Ego Trippin' [Expicit Version] (2008)
Dogg back up in this mother****
Hoes know how to act up in this mother**** They I know I make it crack up in this mother**** All blue Chuck's and my khakis in this mother**** I'm lookin' for a thick one Pecan brown, she lookin' for the slim one Loves to go down, she say she likes the big one I need her right now, do you know where I can get one? To give me brain like a genius She love my hair pressed like the cleaners And got a friend named Trina You see 'em from behind you'll think they Venus and Serena Now that's my kinda **** Take your clothes off, damn baby, kinda thick Love Snoopy blue, yeah I'm that type of Crip And we was about to dip 'til she hit me with this trip I ain't ever met another gangsta like you I ain't really sure but I think I liked you Give you my number to my cellular phone Play my cards right, will you take me home? Girl, you will never meet a gangsta like me We can do our thing but you can't be wifey Go and let your Doggy boy give you a bone At the end of the night I'll take you home I limp with my two step Got two friends, we can have group sex **** from the 2-1 Tall and skinny and always got blue on Say I make cool songs My nasty video made her do porn And she go real far Still can't believe that she's talkin' to a real star Pop told me real hard And threw that backshot on me real hard Royal **** is clean, I'm king like the boulevard Dogg do his thing, got her feelin' like a superstar Wanna share her feelin's with her friends Tell her husband that there's another man And she say that I made her fall in love I had to shake her fast like I wasn't when I was A pimp from the beach, Gator shoes on my feet Got my game from the streets, never been for a freak Had the nerve to ask for money when I beat it up I looked at the **** like cut, dat dat dat I ain't ever met another gangsta like you I ain't really sure but I think I liked you Give you my number to my cellular phone Play my cards right, will you take me home? Girl, you will never meet a gangsta like me We can do our thing but you can't be wifey Go and let your Doggy boy give you a bone At the end of the night I'll take you home The homies say 'cause don't do it to her You gon' have to always do it to her She be creepin' to your hotel, sayin' that she won't tell Knowin' one night won't do it y'all You know I got that gangsta Make you wanna tell my mama, "Thank ya" Then give me all your paper, every time I lay ya Snoop Dogg, playa playa I'm always with a bad **** You could say I got a bad **** habit See a bad ****, is like a fat blunt I got one but you know I got to grab it So lil' mama what's happenin'? Let me know if you're tryin' to get it crackin' Wanna chill, when you down for the smashin'? Ms. American Gangsta, Mr. Blue Magic I ain't ever met another gangsta like you I ain't really sure but I think I liked you Give you my number to my cellular phone Play my cards right, will you take me home? Girl, you will never meet a gangsta like me We can do our thing but you can't be wifey Go and let your Doggy boy give you a bone At the end of the night I'll take you home I ain't ever met another gangsta like you I ain't really sure but I think I liked you Give you my number to my cellular phone Play my cards right, will you take me home? Girl, you will never meet a gangsta like me We can do our thing but you can't be wifey Go and let your Doggy boy give you a bone At the end of the night I'll take you home Trick these a pac stay breezy up In the club blowin' trees with Snoop Cool lava poppin' enboddas rockin' T.R. I'm at the bass go boom I'm in a truck and I ain't stoppin' Straight to my yacht let's get it poppin' Cool lava poppin' enboddas rockin' T.R. I'm at the bass go boom You get it? |
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from Snoop Dogg - No Limit Top Dogg (1999)
Chorus: Snoop Dogg *singing* (2X) It's a gangsta gangsta ride On the nutty danger side As we ride, dip and slippin Take your mind, on a high [Silkk the Shocker] Yo yo, from that DPG nigga to the CP3 Back to the house, East to the West Now take it BACK to the South You know.. how I switch my flow If I'm lapsin you glad niggaz'll get mad then, hit the flo' Gotta bag me some dank so I, hit the sto' In the winter it's the Hummer for the summer it's the, six-fo' Got niggaz mad at me (why?) Cause they can't get no six Bitches upset with me (why?) Cause they can't get no dick I'ma be on top of the game whether I'm, broke or rich I don't stop once I'm on top I just drop mo' hits I'm in the club with the thug, I just pop mo' Crist' Tell Snoop to get the Coupe his new shit I just, gots to go get Cause when I cock my shit, usually I pop my shit Tell all you teary eyed females gettin over-offended cause I don't jock no chick I'm the Boss, and I don't follow no person, I follow Jesus Y'all blame a bunch of kids, so I gotta roll my Adidas Chorus [Snoop Dogg] Boom bam as I step in the jam, god damn Don't need no introduction, cause you know who I am The S-N-double-O-P, the only, fo' sho' Now motherfuckers let me hear you say hoe I spit ya, spat at ya, whoot wham, get at ya Rider, I threw a slider, right at ya Mash ya, gat ya, drip-drop the hatchet Keep the party crackin, while I'm steady rappin This game we run, y'all know what's happenin We back in effect, we got the heat on deck I'm slidin down South with a blunt in my mouth I catch a plane out East and try to make some peace I'm hangin with my niggaz in the projects The homie's throwin a party, I gotta get back West Oh yeah -- that's right, we are the best No Limit DPG Southwest connects, ya feel me? Chorus [Snoop Dogg] Keep it gangsta Keep it gangsta, keep it gangsta dogg Keep it, keep it gangsta dogg Yeah, we keep it gangsta dogg Fo' sho', we keep it gangsta dogg, what? Yeah, I wanna say whattup to all them gangstas out there on the Eastisde (on the Southside, on the Northside) Yeah (on the Westside) Y'all niggaz need to point the guns in the right directions Ya know, ya heard? Chorus 3X * Snoop and Silkk talk to outro * |
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from Bad Boys II (나쁜 녀석들 2) by Trevor Rabin [ost] (2003)
[Snoop Dogg - talking]
Oh, yabble dabble doo bobble This is somethin new Puff, puff, pass and the Bo$$ I mean what do you mean, what do you mean This is only the beginnin (Doggystyle, Bad Boy) [Snoop Dogg] It's a quarter past one, but it feel like two Hey young Puff, what you want your big homey ta do? Just say the word and his head spat out all over the curb It ain't nothin to a player, it's like rollin some herb Click, clack on you fags, now I'm back in the burbs I'm ready to splurge, about to put you niggaz in perms The first and the third, is the day that I usually reserve To get this money with my niggaz that bird the birds Word to curb, my nigga you can fuck what you heard You niggaz talk shit, pop that bitch, now swerve (take that) Yeah, I'm a Dogg Pound gangsta for life I'm twice as night, yep and I dump on sight Get through with ya'll as I catch my flight I got a show I gotta do out in Miami tonight With some Columbian friends of mine Maybe we'll spend some time Choppin up some million dollar shit up outta crime a mine [Snoop Dogg - Chorus] - 2X And you don't quit Ride to the rhythm of some gangsta shit And you don't stop (*two gun shots*) nigga what? nigga huh? [Loon] Uh, yeah, Loon Niggaz act like niggaz ain't clap at nigga before Like Loon never punch nigga in the jaw Nigga quick too pop shit, never been in a war Nigga get on my hot chick, start bendin the law He the same chump nigga, used to send to the store Ran off with twenty dollars, now don't send him no more He them grimey ass niggaz with the scent of a whore Tryin a scheme on a nigga, that's clean Think I'm gonna scream, but a Loon on some green nigga Infer red beam, malign nigga, splene know what I mean It's not a thing now (that's right) Do what I say, leave you by the lake, put two in your face With shit I couldn't do around Mase You better check my forte, Loon got all yahs On Broadway they givin nigga royal all day I ran through the game like Christian Foria How can the chicks ignore me, when the chicks adore me [P. Diddy] Come on now [Chorus] [P. Diddy - talking behind chorus] That's right C'mon, yeah Let's ride [Snoop Dogg] Shoot 'em up bang bang, yeah it's a cold thang Diddy want Doggy to get in my baby body man Diddy got it man, tryin a feel up his body man With a lot of thing (fuck the nigga home, *gun shots*) A matter fact he gettin potty trained Livin with his momma man Stressed and pain, no gain No fame, for a nigga like the D-O Put a couple holes in your loud mouth zero If you step to us, she'll get fucked up quick We can protect what us, that what we bustin bitch Niggaz be talkin shit, but they be walkin away (P Diddy: This Doggystyle, Bad Boy bitch) When I pull out my nine and pop some times When you see my clique in this bitch we kickin it Dogg's be rippin this Slip a clip in it, flip the script and then I'm the rap nigga bangin that here (here) [Chorus] - 6X [Snoop Dogg - talking behind Chorus - w/ variations] Ride, ride ya'll Ride, ride ya'll Bad Boy II (Fuck the world) Ride on a nigga, like bang on a nigga - repeated until end [Female Voice - harmonizes with chorus until the end] [P. Diddy - talking] - w/ variations Nigga what? Nigga huh? Nigga what? Nigga huh? Nigga what? Nigga huh? Doggystyle, Bad Boy It's just the beginnin motherfuckers Yeah, been doin this shit for decades .. [Snoop Dogg - talking] Bang, bang Ya don't quit Ya don't stop Pop, pop nigga (watch out, watch out) Shot 'em down, leave 'em on the ground for my homies Nigga be actin like hoes (*two gun shots*) |
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