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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Doggy Style (1993)
[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Heah hah hah! I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got this ass motherfuckin up Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker Steady long, steady long nigga [Verse One: Snoop] With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah) and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin cause my momma ain't home I got bitches in the living room gettin it on and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin) So what you wanna do, sheeeit I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah! So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this [Chorus: repeat 2X] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind] [Verse Two] Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Now this types of shit, happens all the time You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G I got the cultivating music that be captivating he who listens, to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street and get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?) She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch) Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze beeeitch, I'm just [Chorus] [Verse Three] Later on that day My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke Shit, this ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton To serve me, not with a cherry on top Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do' And I'll be [Chorus] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!) Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!) Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind] |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick
For those who don't like it, eat a dick But for those who with me, sing that shit As it go a little something like this La Di Da Di, we likes to party We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody We're, just some niggaz who're on the mic And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic [right] For all my Doggs keepin y'all in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself Cuz it's cool when ya cause a cozy conditionin Which we create, cuz that's our mission So listen close, to what we say Because this types of shit happens every-day I woke up around 10 o'clock in the mornin I gave myself a strech up, a mornin yawn and went to the bathroom to wash up I threw some soap on my face and put my hands up on a cup and said um "Mirror mirror, on, the wall Who is the top Dogg of them all?" There was a rubble dubble, five minutes it lasted The mirror said, "You are you conceited bastard" Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef So I slipped off my khakis and my gold leaf Used Oil of Olay, cuz my skin gets pale And then I got the file, for my fingernails I'm true to the style on my behalf I put some bubbles in the tub so I can take a bubble bath Clean, dry, was my body and hair I threw on my brand new Doggy underwear for all the bitches I might take home I got the Johnson baby powder and Cool Water cologne Now I'm fresh, dressed, like a million bucks Threw on my white sox, with my all blue chucks Stepped out the house, stopped short, oh no I went back in, I forgot my indo Then I dilly [dally] I ran through an [alley] I bumped into this smoker named [Sally] from the [Valley] This was a girl playin hard to get So I said "What's wrong?" cuz she looked upset She said um It's all because of you, i'm feelin said and blue You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days I love you so, how much you'll never know Cause you took your dope away from me A-huh, a-huh, ahuh Damn, now what was I to do She's cryin over me and she was feelin blue I said, "Um, don't cry, dry your eye And here comes your mother with those two little guys" Her mean mother steps then says to me "Hi!!" Decked Sally in the face and punched her in the eye Punched her in the belly and stepped on her feet Slammed the child on the hard concrete The bitch was strong, the kids was gone Somethin was wrong I said, "What was goin on?" I tried to break up, I said, "Stop it, just leave her!" She said, "If I can't smoke none, she can't either!" She grabbed my closely by my socks So I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks But um, they gave chase, they caught up quick They started cryin on my shoes and grabbin my dick and sayin.... Why don't you give me a play So we can brake it down the Long Beach way And if you give me that okay I'll give you all my love today Doggy, Doggy, Doggy, can't you see Somehow your words just hypnotize me And I just love your jazzy ways Doggy Dogg, your love is here to stay And on and on and on she kept goin The bitch been around before my mother's born! I said, "Cheer up!" so I gave her a hit I said, "You can't have me, I'm too young for you bitch!" She said, "No you're not," then she starts cryin I says I'm nineteen, she says, "Stop lyin!" I says, "I am, go ask my mother And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover" Yeah, uhh, tic toc you don't stop And to the, ah tic toc and you don't quit Yeah, tic toc and ya don't stop, and to the ah tic toc and ya don't quit, beeeotch! |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
Intro: (Mista Grimm's "Indo Smoke" plays in the background)
Ay ay Jaycee Sup Aron? Ain't that Snoop Dogg over there? That that nigga with that blue coat on? Yeah Yeah oh yeah that's that nigga Nigga roll up on the side of him man Roll your window down Man hand me my motherfuckin Glock man gimme another clip Cuz I'm gonna smoke this fool Yeah roll the windows down Yeah, OK there you go Ay man, you Snoop Dogg? Snoop? Huh? Snoop Doggy Dogg? Man he's Snoop Dogg Man fuck that nigga!! *gun shots* Nigga man! Get that nigga man! Man get up fool man, get up man, don't be tryin to run man Get up on that fool man, I don't give a fuck What set you got now? Fuck you nigga! Yeah nigga, whassup? Nigga? Yeah motherfucker Yeah nigga, one less nigga Yeah nigga, youse a dead motherfucker now Verse One: As I look up at the sky My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye My body temperature falls I'm shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin I stop breathin, damn I see deamons Dear God, I wonder can ya save me I can't die Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby I think it's too late for prayin, hold up A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin "Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better" How long will I live? "Eternal life and forever" And will I be, the G that I was? "I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of So relax your soul, let me take control Close your eyes my son" My eyes are closed Chorus: Murder... murder was the case that they gave me Murder... murder was the case that they gave me Verse Two: I'm fresh up out my coma I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner It's gonna take a miracle they say For me to walk again and talk again but anyway I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet And everything that nigga said, came to reality Livin like a baller loc Havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke I bought my momma a Benz, and bought my Boo-Boo a Jag And now I'm rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad "Just remember who changed your mind Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass mine" Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed Never have a want, never have a need They say I'm greedy but I still want mo' Cuz my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out) Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord, my soul to keep If I should die, before I wake I pray the lord, my soul to take No more indo, gin and juice I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose Shackled from head to toe 25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know them niggaz from the other side recognize my face Cuz it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair Niggaz stare as I enter the center They send me to a leval 3 yard, that's where I stay Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off Cuz you can't tell what's next My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo Chorus 2X *flatline noise* |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump
Pump Pump Let the motion of your body be the key, cuz we be the motherfuckin G Funk family Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the game If it ain't one thing it's a motherfuckin nother Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother Whether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuce When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get loose Cuz back in the days, on the side where it's at A nigga had to have a fat stack And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall Can't none of y'all niggaz see the Doggy Dogg Cuz I'm one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness So shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kickin this *Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump) *Repeat Now you can look to the Sun, and spot the moon And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a nigga... I come down with the wickedness One rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!) Close your eyes cuz you can't see me I quit school cause of recess you fuckin B.G. I'm shakin up the party, like Lodi Dodi Is he the dopest? Ya betta ask somebody When, then, send, some gin And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin In nineteen-motherfuckin-ninety-three I'm fuckin up every nigga known in the indistry Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang You know who I am you know my motherfuckin name, who am I? (The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Smooth) last name (D-O-double-G) The behavior and the flavor that I found Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound *Repeat Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat Don't sleep while I creep peep out my technique I forgot, I'm out of sight so you can't see the MC of the year, you hear and you fear i got somethin for them niggaz in the front and the rear I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride I'm satisfied now everything is really alright You know when I come nigga I come wicked Don't need no permisison, motherfucker I'ma kick it Niggaz sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuit Lick em up shot, it don't stop, till dem all drop Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks Just stop, rottin on the next niggaz jock I'm strapped with my glock on your block And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot *Repeat |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump
Pump Pump [Verse One: Snoop] Let the motion of your body be the key, cuz we be the motherfuckin G Funk family Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the game If it ain't one thing it's a motherfuckin nother Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother Whether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuce When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get loose Cuz back in the days, on the side where it's at A nigga had to have a fat stack And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall Can't none of y'all niggaz see the Doggy Dogg Cuz I'm one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness So shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kickin this [Chorus: repeat 2X] Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump) [Verse Two: Snoop] Now you can look to the Sun, and spot the moon And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a nigga... I come down with the wickedness One rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!) Close your eyes cuz you can't see me I quit school cause of recess you fuckin B.G. I'm shakin up the party, like Lodi Dodi Is he the dopest? Ya betta ask somebody When, then, send, some gin And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin In nineteen-motherfuckin-ninety-three I'm fuckin up every nigga known in the indistry Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang You know who I am you know my motherfuckin name, who am I? (The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Smooth) last name (D-O-double-G) The behavior and the flavor that I found Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound [Chorus] [Verse Three: Malik] Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat Don't sleep while I creep peep out my technique I forgot, I'm out of sight so you can't see the MC of the year, you hear and you fear i got somethin for them niggaz in the front and the rear I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride I'm satisfied now everything is really alright You know when I come nigga I come wicked Don't need no permisison, motherfucker I'ma kick it Niggaz sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuit Lick em up shot, it don't stop, till dem all drop Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks Just stop, rottin on the next niggaz jock I'm strapped with my glock on your block And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
Six million ways to die, choose one
[Kurupt] It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed Up or down, right or left, life or death I see myself in a mist of smoke Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz anybody killa, you know what the deal is Nigga, you know what the real is [Daz] I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me down Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound? Is that nigga Snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew? Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?" I said, "If you ain't up on thangs.. Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game" It's like this they don't understand It's an everyday thang, to gangbang Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz know What's up witchu I represent the Pound and Death Row And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach and Compton and Watts see D-O-G's Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't see long to the G of the gang One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest {Pump pump!} Put two slugs dead in your chest Now you dead then a motherfucker creepin and sleepin 6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) [Snoop] The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh Don't make a move for your gat so soon cuz I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga) Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you (I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension And when you do, that's when the mission or survival, becomes your every thought Keep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caught Half steppin with your weapon on safety Now break yourself motherfucker, 'fore you make me take this 211 to another level I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil Now roam through the depths of hell Where the rest your busta ass homeboys dwell Well... [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name? [RBX] Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa ("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..") [RBX] Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this! Let's picnic inside a morgue Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets And I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin chest plates open and release them guts Then I release def cuts Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X Nuff respect given Disrespect and you will not be livin Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide (4X) Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa ("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..") |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
Verse One:
Poppin, stoppin, hoppin like a rabbit When I take the nina Ross ya know I gota ta have it I lay back in the cut retain myself Think about the shit, and I'm thinkin wealth How can I makes my grip And how should I make that nigga straight slip Set trip, gotta get him for his grip as i dip around the corner, now i'm on a-nother mission, wishin, upon a star Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar In the back of the limo no demo, this is the real Breakin niggaz down like Evander Holyfield, chill to the next Episode I make money, and I really don't love hoes Tell ya the truth, I swoop in the Coupe I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops But now I, make, hits, every single day With, that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot It's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop Verse Two: Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is Snoop Dogg on the mic i'm about as crazy as Biz Markie, spark the, chronic bud real quick And let me get into some fly gangsta shit Yeah, I lay back, stay back in the cut Niggaz try to play the D-O-G like a mutt I got a little message, don't try to see Snoop I'm fin to fuck a bitch, what's her name it's Luke You tried to see me, on the TV, youse a B.G. D-O-double-G, yes I'ma O.G. You can't see my homey Dr. Dre So what the fuck a nigga like you gotta say Gotta take a trip to the MIA And serve your ass with a motherfuckin AK You, can't, see, the D-O-double-G, cuz that be me i'm servin um, swervin in the Coupe The Lexus, flexes, from Long Beach to Texas Sexist, hoes, they wanna get witht his Cuz Snoop Dogg is the shit, beeeitch! Verse Three: Ahhhh, I'm somewhat brain boggled So I look to the microphone and slowly start to wobble Grab it, have it, stick it to the plug It's Snoop, Doggy, I got a got a fat dub Sack of the chronic in my back pocket loc Need myself a lighter so I can't take a smoke I toke everyday, I loc everyday With the P-O-U-N-D and my nigga Dr. Dre Lay back in the cut, like I told your ass Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast I got a little cousin by the name of Daz And bitches who fuck him, gimme the ass Cuz they know about the shit that we be goin through And they know about the shit that I be puttin up And they be knowin bout the shit I do when I'm on the mic Cause Snoop Dogg is Trump tight like a virgin, the surgeon Is Dr. Drizzay, so lizzay, and plizzay With D-O-double-Gizzay the fly human being seein No I'm not European bein all I can When I put the motherfuckin mic in my hand, and You don't understand when i'm kickin Cuz Snoop is on the mic and I gets wicked, follow me Listen to me, cuz I do you like you wanna be done Snoop Doggy Dogg on this three two one, umm Dum, diddy-dum here I come With the gat and the guitar was strung, I'm not that lunatic nigga who you thought I was When I caught you slippin, I'm gon catch you then I peel your cap Snapped back, relax Ya better not be slippin with them deez on the '83 Cadillac So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G's up hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
*radio static*
That was the Dogg Pound here right on W-Balls 187.4 on your FM dial You're tuned in to the biggest balls of them all DJ Suk T Nutts Aiy, don't forget about my homeboy Eazy Dick in the jackoff hour That's happening at twelve o'clock tonight Right now we got some Snoop Doggy Dogg for that ass This one is called Tha Shiznit You're about to go downtown bitch Right here on the station that plays only platinum hits That's 187.4 on your FM dial If you're lickin that's, W-Balls *static* Everybody's got to hear the shit, on W-Balls, W-Balls, W-Balls |
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from Snoop Dogg - Doggy Style (1993)
Intro:
EeeyiyiyiyiyahtheDoggPound'sinthehou-owwse (the bomb) EeeyiyiyiyiyeahtheDoggPound'sinthehou-oww-owse Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb) Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (Dog) Verse One: From the depths of the sea, back to the block Snoop Doggy Dogg, funky as the, the, The D.O.C Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same Long Beach is the spot where I served my cane Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don't lose your grip Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to fuck up shit So I ain't holdin nuttin back And motherfucker I got five on the twenty sack It's like that and as a matter of fact [rat-tat-tat-tat] Cuz I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Yeah, so peep out the manuscript You see that it's a must we drop gangsta shit] What's my motherfuckin name? Chorus: Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (yeah yeah yeah) Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb) Da-duh-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (Dog) Verse Two: It's the bow to the wow, creepin and crawlin Yiggy yes y'allin, Snoop Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house like everyday Droppin shit with my nigga Mr Dr. Dre Like I said, niggaz can't FUCK with this And niggaz can't FUCK with that shit that I drop cuz ya know it don't stop Mr. One Eight Seven on a motherfuckin cop Tic toc never the glock just some nuts and a cock Robbin motherfuckers then I kill dem blood claats Then I step through the fog and I creep through the smog Cuz I'm Snoop Doggy (who?) Doggy (what?) Doggy [Dogg] Chorus: Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb) Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb) Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyoyoyoyoyoyo Verse Three: Now just throw your hands in the motherfuckin air And wave the motherfuckers like ya just don't care Yeah roll up the dank, and pour the drank And watch your step (why?) cuz Doggy's on the gank My bank roll's on swoll My shit's on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll with the Dogg Pound right behind me and up in yo bitch, is where ya might find me Layin that, playin that G Thang She want the nigga with the biggest nuts, and guess what? He is I, and I am him, slim with the tilted brim What's my motherfuckin name? Chorus: Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb) Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb) Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (Dog) Da-duh-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (the bomb) Da-duh-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (Dog) (the bomb) Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb) Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb) What is, his name? Snoop Dogg, and the Dogg Pound (Dog) (the bomb) Ohhh, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg (the bomb) Yeah yeah (Dog) I know his name C'mon Snoopy, c'mon Snoopy (the bomb) And the Dogg Pound Snoopy Dogg (the bomb) Snoopy Dogg Snoopy Dogg (Dog) (Dog, nasty dog, doggy dog) |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Tha Doggfather (1996)
(Snoop Dogg)
Josey Wales was known for robbin trains and things layin everybody down for diamond rings and chains It remains the same in the year you live in, see Cos if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in And that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol' school When it's time to duel, you get two men Two heaters, one street, one clock and when it strike twelve one of y'all gon' drop If you're quick on the draw you're gon' see the morgue but if you're too slow I catch you on the downlow (Oh no) Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's real I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gangbang The Four Horsemen, that's the click I'm wit You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers Yeah, we're on a mission ta Kansas, slippin thru Texas We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes bacon and eggs, and then we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg Hop back on the horses, enforcers of courses The niggas in black, the fearless Four Horsemen Searchin for this location on the map The gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta have it) It feels just like it's 1865 and a trigger look-a-day is how I ride (Kurupt) On and on and on it's more strange Time to heat, shootin range Quick with the heat on their hip Young Jesse James come to test your aim I seen you at th e Wild Horny Corral I hearda ya name Tha forcify, nigga you ain't never lie Besides I'm in the mood so at high noon we ride From coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach My disciples with rifles lethal in whole posts The off-the-rocker roller coaster On a six-shooter holster with DPG on every Wanted poster Let me think about which bank to gank which fellow ta shoot and which teller to shank I want all the shit you got in stacks attached to this skirt in the corner so I snatched the bitch in the back The Dogg in me feels for the lust but the hogg in me makes me wanna bust Back to the drawin down board Nowadays we drawn down more To survive thru all the round wards Battle up or saddle up and shake the scene or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket Like that cock back quick to pull my strap Just to put the Horsemen on the map (The gold rush) (???? from LBC Crew) Born is Doggystyle, individual, James got the hots I got the six shots for all the plans and plots I gots lots o' cash stashed in money bags Worthy workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags I got stacks so my stacks excell Hop in the coach wit my twelve Clydesdales and bells I'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy horse A 30-30 on my side to shoot a nigga o' course It ain't no stoppin young Josey Box all the nosey Headed to the saloon with my platoon where all the hos be Left a dusty trail, bailed in swell Gold spurs on the Gators, set back the clientele Oh well, for the recop I drop my bet Divide between my homies and ride the sunset (Bad Azz from LBC Crew) Two sacks o' money from the train heist They ain't even counted it up just mounted it up Rode west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster Pass thru a run-down town whose walls hold my poster Closer I get ta death which is every second makes me sweat so I gotta have what I can get Heard word about the gold rush and headed West on my white horsey with three straps in my napsack Giddy up, the next town I rode thru I had to threaten to blow their city up Undebts with Chief Black, caught five miles west sell us some beads and hail us some weed He offered me a toke he didn't have a twin he had that peace-pipe smoke I almost choked Break him for the get, right, I'm off into the sunset tryin ta reach my destiny fast It's these two bags o' cash 44's cocked I ain't makin no mo' stops till I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dot I slid off my boots, counted my loot Five minutes after the strike of midnight I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept tight (At the gold rush, at the gold rush at the gold rush, at the gold rush at the, at the, at the) |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
*She was just a groupie (She just a groupie)
She was just a groupie She was just a groupie (All she wanted was Snoopy) She was just a groupie (Just a groupie) She was just a groupie She was just a groupie (All she wanted just was Snoopy) She was just a groupie (Yeah just a groupie) She was just a groupie Beeyatch! (Beeyatch!) I come thru with the humps, I thump tha shit out'cha block I'm on alert for the cops, be on alert for the cop Spot us some hos, tooted my horn at the bitch ??? ever skaty, my team ya's the shit Fifteen's humpin, dropped the top, she moaned countin my dough, purchased a 50 of some bomb indo floss In South Central I'm on my way to the East Side We high, blazin like crazy, we don't know why feelin good as fuck on a hot ass day and it's a pujam right around the way Niggas got hos but ladies in the world they wanna play wit their minds like little girls I twirled my fingers in the air rubbed my fingers thru my hair Red bones to black bones dark bows to red bows Skinny girls come a dime-a-dozen but I play hos like plenty-leany cos I get greedy It's all about game cos when the game is hard to maintain for so long, man From Long Beach, California, from Tulsa, Oklahoma Tonight *?warnin the award is?* from Mississippi, I know ya hold the key to unlock the door From long clothes she rolls with gold thangs we ridin for sure So tell me how much money can one playa make? (make) and how much o' ya ass can one nigga break? You're just a gigolo (you know) To the heart you're just gigolo (you know) I was off in Vallejo pullin hos like Idaho potatoes What am I to do when life as a G bein from where I be, DPG It's manifico ran into this pretty ass skirt, Mexican-Puerto Rico mixed with a sprinkle of black So I'ma approach her like dat and let her know where I ride and reside at My zone the place that I call home is the Wall from Philadelphia, the room Picture me ay entrepenuer with my nigga D-A Rockin tours and we still young boys They got bitches, they got some bomb ass niggas She used ta put em on his bomb ass dick She always talked some bomb ass shit She used to blow some bomb ass dick *Repeat That's right Someone's at my door, baby who could it be? Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-double G Hey girl, what's your name? Ya wanna go a couple rounds with me I told her Nate Dogg is just the same but she kept screamin out Snoopy What's up baby, my name is Warren I'm down with the Pound cos I get around So let me scoop you, swoop you and take you Gimme a chance and I'ma break you down to the very last compound with my homies from Tha Dogg Pound Now you know and I know Rule number one, you can't trust no ho Now you can get caught up in the mix real fast The ho gon' slip away and get away with all your cash You got to stay upon your toes when it come to hos I bust a brand new ho in every video That's on the Pound and the Row when the wind blow I pass a ho to my kinfolk and then smoke She say she was no groupie, coochie lookin juicy She say she never ate a dick before but she gon' do me Right before she do me, I blaze up a lupi then turn on some Snoopy and, uhh, heat up jacuzzi and later on I might just turn on a movie so you can regroupie and redo me just for Snoopy *Repeat There's roaches and shit in this motherfucker in here I forgot about this |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
[Snoop]
Yah [Girls In The Background] Snoop, Snoop, Snoop [Snoop] Hell yah mutha fuckin yah what up niggaz and niggets back acha with some of that real shit and they say you cant keep a top dogg down Woof Bow Wow And im sendin this one out to the uhh gangsters, the ridahs, the ladies, the playas and the macks, Now this is what i want ya'll to do for me, Kick back and blaze one up to this shit. Ya'll know who the fukk I am, but if ya dont im S, N Double O, P Yes i am im S, N Double O, P child Yes I am im S, N Double O, P Hell yah baby Snoopy Snoopy Sing it girls Say my name bitch |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
Yeah man, this shit here gonna be bigger than the O.J. case
What? His dick *laughter* Another blast from the Long Beach section Break gangsta shit (Wake up) I thought these fools knew Out on the scout I'm about my papers Cause ain't nobody doin Deee no favors I'm tryin ta get major with minor risk Maximisin the minimum of time is spent on the heist, nice and easy believe me I take mine and make mine extra cheesy Keepin niggas in a headlock Undress em, press em down in a full nelson I hit jacks off six packs of the crooked one They slip and I'm bookin em Fuck fingerprints, gimme from their fingertips Chips to the neckline cos I got a Tec-9 Check mine like a pimp-main ho So hope you only see me when my grip ain't low I go up in ya like a skeleton So S-N-double O-Please let em know the crew I'm bailin with East-side LBC is what I claim but my game is DPG And every hustler in my clique got to get his grip and in my world a girl is considered a biiiiiitch Is money all that makes you move? You ain't doin what'cha s'posed to so you gots ta prove somethin to the ones you love but you needs ta know If you ain't doin it for yourself it don't matter d'ooooh! It was a wake up, wake up, wake up..... Just to wake up, wake up, wake up....... Wake up, wake up wake up....... Get up, get up, get up...... I break fools off like leprosy If they dare, you stare when they next to me I'ma threat to whoever sweat my style Hard gangsta aim to represent til death Reality, you battle me you be in the dirt quick I'm clever with whatever type of weapon I work with The bare hand man sleeper I even banked up and shank motherfuckers in the *?penta?* I sanked a gang of tough fools in my time so try me you're liable to lose on my line The 44'll be what cracks ya head cos that's exactly what I'm bout ta cap you with I figured niggas gettin soft like jellatine So Doggy Dogg tell em all who we're sailin wit East-side LBC is what I claim but my game is DPG And every hustler in my clique got to get his grip and in my world a girl is considered a biiiiiitch Is money all that makes you move? You ain't doin what'cha s'posed to so you gots ta prove somethin to the ones you love but you needs ta know If you ain't doin it for yourself it don't matter d'ooooh! It was a wake up, wake up, wake up..... Just to wake up, wake up, wake up....... I had to wake up, wake up wake up....... Get up, get up, get up...... Uh, gonna work that motherfucker and do the percolatin Cause Snoop Dogg came back with the head raider Al Davis's? Nah nigga Tracy Davis The Eastside Long Beach greatest Criminal with style and boy you love that Sit back relax and let me drop another rap but this one's for the sisters and not the hoes The ones who be groovin it on the step shows Let a nigga in, I ain't diss ya friend and like The Staples I make sure we do it again But don't blow a nigga up or show a nigga up and don't think a nigga sprung cos you know a nigga fuck Love is a house and you got the key so give it to a nigga like a D-O-double G I'm from the... East-side LBC is what I claim but my game is DPG And every hustler in my clique got to get his grip and in my world a girl is considered a biiiiiitch Is money all that makes you move? You ain't doin what'cha s'posed to so you gots ta prove somethin to the ones you love but you needs ta know If you ain't doin it for yourself it don't matter d'ooooh! It was a wake up, wake up, wake up..... Just to wake up, wake up, wake up....... I had to get up, get up, get up...... It was a wake up, wake up, wake up.... |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
It ain't nothing but a Gangsta,
It ain't nothing but a Gangsta, It ain't nothing but a Gangsta, Where my nigga 2Pac, What's up nigga, It ain't nothing but a Gangsta, It ain't nothing but a Gangsta, It ain't nothing but a Gangsta, It ain't nothing but a Gangsta, Party It ain't nothing but a Gangsta, Party It ain't nothing but a Gangsta, Party This ain't nothing but a Gangsta, Party It ain't nothing but a Gangsta, Party It ain't nothing but a Gangsta, Party |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
Hey, hey
Wassup little homie Yo big homie what's goin' down? Get in nigga Ride, this mothafucka fresh Ya ride with me, I need ya to hit a corner with me Let's do this Yeah, nigga I know you like dis, nigga I gonna said you one day up Ya this be some gangsta shit right here Check this out though lil' homie I got this move for ya man This sucka ass nigga over here We gunna pull up on this nigga house right here Nigga, stay right here This nigga a bitch, man Ya you know this nigga, he's from the hood Nigga ain't kickin' this shit He got major, major chips We're tryin' to have a piece of that Check it out though I want you to slide up to the do' Right When this nigga open up the do' Dogg, I want you to go and lay him down This nigga ain't gunna do shit, he's a bitch You da little homie He can't do nothin' to you, nowhere That's on everything Now go on in there and handle that shit [Incomprehensible] I be waitin' out here on ya It's done double OG, be right back Oh, shit Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh [Incomprehensible] motherfuckin' roll nigga Slow your roll Damn |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
Yeah yeah yeah, make some motherfuckin noise
Yo Doggy Dogg you're on, live on stage Performin tonight, excuse me Doggy Dogg you're on YOU KNOW! The one and only Don Corleone, the big homey y'know me Well if it's on I guess it's bout time Let me slide into this OG rhyme I do mine the way I do mine and I takes my time when I'm droppin my lines I look around, I spot MC's (and they) all in the place (and they) all wannabe's Tryin ta make their paper, tryin to do their thang but to me they all tryin to say the same thang How could you rap over *?be said what?* You ain't reachin the crowd, you ain't makin your fact You ain't droppin lines that hit the top You can't make the party go hip-hop abd you can't do your thing without usin mine We get and steal, I see you're on the grind but I'ma take my time to get my point across and if you get caught up in the rap shit then got lost and if you get tossed it's on your own, it's your own fault See I gots ta get mine, I don't try no song I just move on, groove on, try to prove on then I do mines to do mines and I'ma keep on, keep on, keep on to get'cha you in a...smooth type of atmosphere Sit back and pay attention yeah You ain't never heard it like that Uhh, is that right? That's right black but uhh, *Sixx minutes (sixx minutes), sixx minutes (sixx minutes) Sixx minutes Doggy Dogg you're on Uh uh on, uh uh on Excuse me Doggy Dogg you're on *Repeat I gets my hair whipped on Friday, my day, why they even trippin on me? Yeah the big homey Gamey Gamey says "Snoop Corleone listen to me man, stay away from them phoneys It's niggas like that that get you caught up quick You gots ta stay focussed Dogg, keep your eye on your grip cos if you slip they gon' get'cha and they gon' get'cha fast These niggas out for your money man, they tryin to get your cash" I don't give a damn, you gots ta match You can be from the East Coast and get love cos I ain't trippin on your ass I don't smash on niggas who are smaller than me I smash on niggas who big like the DPGC Ooohwee, I get'cha crazy You gots ta have a stomach for this shit, ba-by And if ya don't you won't, you fake the funk See Snoop is the G in the G-Funk Now don't do nothin that you can't get out of me Uh uh, you know I got big love for the real G's We make mo' G's, I gots ta have it *Repeat I got the, I got the, I got the paper I keep ya, I keep ya, I keep ya cryin I thought ya, I thought ya knew my nigga Ya better, ya better ask somebody (Better ask somebody) Uh, it don't quit Now let me take my time and just get into the shit I'm just driftin, so swift and smooth How many niggas make the whole party move like I do? I can't name nobody so sit back relax and let the Dogg rock the party Ain't no party like a DP party cos everybody in the DP party's naughty They acts a fool, old school, new school Everything is everything, everybody playin cool Ain't no set trippin, everybody just dippin Bitches gettin with niggas and niggas gettin bitches It's all superb, word to my momma Ain't no drama, no need for that You can put your gat back in your pocket unlock it cos Snoop Dogg is on the mic, I plan to rock it Don't stop, (excuse me Doggy Dogg you're on) *Repeat |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
*Ain't no funk, it's funky, it's Doggystyle (Ain't it funky nuff?)
(Death Row-ow, Death Rowwwww) (*Everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce*) *Repeat Shucks, stompin in my big blue chucks More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditchin you clutz Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumpin your sounds It's the zoo and the Pound we don't fuck around Relax your mind and let your conscience be free and get down, stompin grounds is the LBC I slid up out the game and MC's get wacked but now I'm back (Oh shit!), so go get your strap Watch your head, I break wit wit G's, Muslims, hardheads and dreds Bounce, rock while rollerskatin on them 20 inch tyres wit the platinum Daytons I'm not that BG poppin all that junk about "I'll fuck you up", he sound like a punk I been there and done that, no inspiration All day illustration beat conversation *Repeat I keep niggas in the studio, word is bond Been workin on ya new album for two years strong and still can't come up with the right song You know what they say:'Study long, study long' All aboard the train so come along cos we keep the glue stuff against the bone It's alright ain't no room for wrong Doggyland is the motherland, make yourself at home I got money loads by the barrels I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro I'm international money maker, player hater shhok up off the sake of spendin dollars and I always holler at a player though cos players know the real from the fake You can put that on your toast, your coast and your state I give you people what you like What I look like in jail and can't get on the mic *Repeat (x1 1/2) Killin up crews, give em the real street blues Have em slidin in their eelskins, groovin in their tennis shoes Of course it don't stop bein a Westside ridah Wit no tattoo that's how they got the clue I lay conversation on wax and CD's BG's and o-riginals, here come the mission Makin biters ride the Pound for the rest of the season Doggy DPG ya lil homey, uhh I represent the LBC-ment Windows tint, nigga that's the president I hit you with a tune every blue moon Collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face Nigga say your Grace before you touch your plate It taste like it's laced but it ain't This one puff uncut, no doubt Everybody know I gotta ounce and a half *Repeat (x1 1/2) **Shucks (Oooh ooh ooohhh oooohhhh ooh, oooh oooh oooohhhh ooh) (Death Rowwww, Death Rowwww) **Repeat |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
I think it's bout' time that we hit these n***as upside
the head with some of that west coast gangsta' sh......... Ooh.....Wee!!!!!!!!!! It's a whole 'nother day I'm back up in ya' Snoop D-O-Double G I representa' Been away for a while but you all know I'm still doggystylin' on Death Row Got shit locked down Sewed up So If you plan on comin' out nigga hold up. This a stick up dick up They got yo' shit on the shelf, oh mine is too and guess who they gon' pick up? Some niggas think they know they shit But they don't Some M-A's escape Some won't Bumpin' heads with niggas Where you from? East Side Long Beach, nigga, 2-1 The homie just got paroled And he got more stories than the highway patrol Tellin' me about the money Suge Knight stole But I'll make that shit late Cause nigga I get swole Niggas tryin' to get in, to get out. Put me up on game tellin' me who gon' jack me But ever since I was a puppy till I was paroled I never had no other dog pullin' on my chrome. Say Snoop's upside yo' head, say Snoop's upside yo' head. (x4) Niggas in the game be doin' way too much Akin' tough with this east-west coast stuff. See Me I'm all about my money mane I stay fly and dry I don't get caught up in the rain Cuz game recognize game No matter where you from We all can get dumb, insane and turn the party out without a doubt Unless you them niggas who ain't got no clout LBC and B what? Uh, my crew Cuz uh, we out there smokin' on the krazy glue Upside yo' head like oops Snoop's The shit, that you hear them bumpin' in the hoops. Can't afford it homeboy This is finished I represented From V-A to Venice So when it's timid And cold outside Rely on the Doggy Dogg To put the heat in yo' life Say Snoop's upside yo' head, say Snoop's upside yo' head. It takes a whole lot to be number one I can't walk down the street without my gun I can't trust these niggas fool It ain't no fun I'm sittin' up in court Cuz somebody got dumped What really counts is how the crowd bounce Go home and say Snoop rocked the parte` Nobody got kilt It's what got annouced I guess they got a chance to see Dr. Bombay But I keep my heat in case niggas get cold Warm you up with the sheet Zip you up and roll Now Doggystyle records is now official Gettin' money at the Pliz-ate with my initials Shippin' weapons overseas I'm makin' G's What who you make call enemies But I See nothing funny about makin' money Cuz uh We all know it don't grow on trees So I Gotta' get what I gotta' get when I can Up early in the mo'ning wit' the Gap Band Burning rubber down to get a new car So don't get jealous when you see me in the double R. Say Snoop's upside yo' head, say Snoop's upside yo' head. (x3) |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
Intro: (*distressed Latino woman*)
The dog saw 'im...they tear...they...looked liked they try to tear him off. I said "Oh my God! They want to eat my husband Verse 1: I was sittin at the pound about to eat dinner Had a hard day at the studio, I was gettin thinner My nigga Sparky-O was playin basketball and my niggas in the backyard, y'all about to squab my Doggz Dirty ???? gets CREAM, it's a good scheme But you know it's all a part of the Corleone team I squabble...Friday cos that's what I do Dogg Pound for life nigga, uhh thought you knew but you didn't, you think I'm kiddin nigga, my Doggz scrap They get down for theirs, bring em right to the back Hit the gate don't wait and ask the homey Nate he gotta pit named Tiny mobbin behind him Now they've got Michael Corleone Oh, Kurupt he got Lonely the psycho assassin He likes to smash on, uhh and ain't no need to reach for heat cos you can't get your blast on Doggz we keep em, busters we sweep em and when it's time all my Doggz'll bite your momma We leave you niggas on stuck in paws And I'ma dedicate this one to my Doggz Remember that pit, the one I had named Petey Uhh, she got killed so I didn't need him Uhh, it's like that, what about Sweetie? He got killed too (damn) so I didn't need him It's a cold thang but it's a cold game but when you wit a Corleone name it's a cold thang Cold name, cold game ya got ta get down cos if you don't then you can't represent the Pound Now it's like a sport and if I get caught I'm right back in court So I gots ta keep it on the DL and don't yeezell but you know I gots tha pitbulls for seezell So if you want one, get one, holla at'cha boy quick cos I'ma be on the lookout for the sell-to-dem pigs Ask my little homey Technique I 'came Scarface, Corleone killers, baby boy OG The homey Tray Deee I give him rock seat but the rest of the pits they rollin wit me We're layin low in the cut, holstered up in Chino Scrappy-Du and the crew called the Gambinos Ma bark and she'll spark up some shit real quick Just last week y'know what? She bit the shit out of me ???? bitch is a trick, I had to get cold feet to get the bitch up off me and I can't tame her and I can't blame her That's why I had to name her the top Dogg gamer Man, it's a shame-uh nigga got love for y'all but I got more love for my motherfuckin Doggz It's just.... Hook: Me & my Doggz (sick em), me & my Doggz (sick em) (Beware, beware) Me & my Doggz Verse 2: Now when it comes to my Doggz they stay fly like geese but as for me I'm Snoop Dogg I'm soopafly like Priest I unleash my Doggz then I tilt my brim I'm bout to trip off Locko cos he go taken my swim I think cos my CREAMy low, get back to the pound He gon' be itchin like hell to put the bite on the clown and when you look with the frown he gon' get like 1-2 and ain't a damn thang that your ass can do I think it's cos he lost his big homey Don Killer see who ran the whole yard and gangbanged OP and leave your ass red and yeah half-head He's a damn fool, he'll jack you for pants leg Don't beg you're dead, and don't dare show fear Young gangsta fucked wit Scrappy and Red tore off his head and all the kid do was cry like a bitch His life was a pit and mine's in the shit Hook: (Beware, beware) (Sick em) It's just me & my Doggz I keep my heat in my seat, my killers in my backyard Just in case you niggas wanna fuck and try to act hard Outro: (*reporter speaking over hook*) ....deadly serious in East Los Angeles and South Central where people encounter stray dogs on a daily basis and often bare the scars to prove it) |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
W Balls, yo! 1-87.4 fm on your dial,
Reminding you to get the dick out of throat and go vote. DJ Eeasy dick still poppin' like a pipe bomb And ohh yeah can you say farewell to well-fare? callin number 4 just to go to doggyland, that's right, this next jam is dedicated to all the homies still rockin' jerry curls up them and texturises and go typhus. Dj Eeasy dick will give you a stone cold groove. that's all go to doggyland. |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
*Up jump tha boogie to the bang bang boogie
while you're bangin on ya baby OG's That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang homey If I'm hangin it's with DPG *Repeat Some do the things that they do cos they dumb and some do the things that they do for crumbs I do mine for me ya see? Not the big homey double O-G Scared to do your own work, man that's fast and that's the reason why I had to shoot you down because you never should've tried to work my Dogg and the lil homey wouldn't had no reason to bump Y'all know the game ain't the same no mo' Lil G's keep heat so big G's freeze, geez! Johnny Rockafella went to jail-er few many times too many and became a teller They sell a nigga dreams if he want em but they won't sell you the game to get up on em Ya tryin ta find em cos you want em, they shook out Get the book out and when the pitch come, nigga look out it ain't hard to pump up the lil homies nigga but it's hard for your bitch ass to get wit us But it's steel, you put it in their head that at 13 they better off dead (now they gone) *Repeat Aiyo Snoop, why would niggas get into the bracket and make a loot, niggas want trip Spittin like "you spoke beef from the hood Show me love nigga or don't show me shit" Feel the fever, million dollar male like Cole Severs Made a non-believin man into a believer Receive a cheque the next day, my homies say "it's the way to get paid", DP's and pay I don't know why you wanna get on my back? (why?) Trippin cos you know the bomb's at where I'm at Well if that's the case you shoulda roll wit the PG instead of losing control (motherfucker) This is how we do, Dogg Pound Gangstas in blue Me, D-A-Z, N-A-T-E and Snoop Niggas from Seth be tryin to set you cos you settin your ways so ask DJ Pooh what pays *Repeat Just what we need, bangin on wax another trip What you gon' do nigga, jack the mothership? You're like a actor wit another script Predictable as Rambo wit another clip How many niggas you gon' kill in your verse? You need to sit down and learn to get down first cos, uhh, real hoo-bangers are toast-slangers not part-time FBI singers Niggas havin bad intentions, sendin BG's on a mission One move too many, nigga you missin Listen you fuck wit the cyco-lic-no loony ass nigga from your H-doubleO-D Niggas got too flossy from all the sex they tossin but guess what it cost em, they crossin me But before I give a nigga a 9 I'd rather give a nigga a mic and write him a rhyme *Repeat (x1 1/2) |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
Can you feel it, nothing can save ya
For this is the season of catching the vapors Since I got time, what I'm gonna do Tell ya how it's spreading throughout my crew What you want on Nate Dogg Who sings on my records, 'Never Leave Me Alone' 'Ain't No Fun', now check it Back in the days before Nate Dogg would get it He used to try to holler at this girl named Pam The type of female wit fly Gucci gear She wore a big turkish wole wit a weave in her hair When they tried to kick it, she'd always fess Talkin about baby please she wrought his service stress Since he wasn't no type of big chronic dealer The homie Nate Dogg didn't appeal to her But now he wear boots that match with his suits And push a Lexus Coupe that's extra cheap And now she stop flautin and won't it speakin Be comin round the Pound every single weekend to get his beeper number she be beggin please Dyin for the day to eat these She caught the vapors She caught the vapors I got a little cousin that's kinda plain He bring the heeb wit tha beep for the Dogg Pound gang A mellow type of fellow best laid back But back in the day he wasn't nuthin like that I remember when he used to scrap every day When my auntie would tell him he would never obey He wore his khakis hangin down wit his starks untied And a blue and grey cap that said the Eastside Around my neighborhood tha people treated him bad Said Daz was the worst thing his mom ever had They said he grow up to be nuttin but a gangsta Or be there in jail or some other shaker But now he's grown up to be a surprise D-A-Z got a hit record slangin world wide Now the same people that didn't like him as a child Bought the Dogg Food, Doggfather, and Doggystyle They caught the vapors They caught the vapors I got another homie from tha L-B-C Known ta yall as D.J. Warren G He cut grass trasform wit finesse ......... and all that mess I remember when we first started to rap He tried to get this job at Calvin's record shop He was in it to win it, but the boss front and said Sorry Warren G but there's no help wanted Now my homie Warren still tried On and on and on til the like break of dawn To work at tha V-I-P would be the link But they looked right past him so my homie straight dip Now for the year after Regulate Warren G is havin papers so my homies write straight He walked into the same record shop as before And the boss be like Warren welcome to my store Offerin him a job but nah he don't want it Damn it feels good to see people love Warren Cause I remember when at first they wasn't Now guess what they call sessy bussin the vapors They caught vapors I got to talk bout me now Last subject of tha story is about Snoop Dogg I had to work for mine to show I was a true hog When I was a teenager I tried to be down And since they wasn't tryin to hear me I made the Dogg Pound I saw a crew on 2-1 street and said, 'Can I be down champ?' They said no, and treated me like a wet food stamp after gettin rejected, I ain't runnin upset I said, 'What's a Dogg do to?' Rhymes at rates When I used to go to parties, they make me wait What I have to get on the mic to set M-C straight I ain't never love no hoe since I'm listenin to my music They acted like I wanted to keep hangin with the juzi But now things switched from West to East Short Dogg do ya remember me from 21st street G? 'We used to see Daz, back in the day' It happens all the time, so brother don't be amazed You caught the vapors You caught the vapors You got the papers |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
"The Dogg Pound and the LBC, your baby is awaiting you..."
[Girl]: Thats that damn Snoop Dogg again, he aint nothin but a f**kin pimp [Boy]: Man snoop you got a bad curve, when i grow up i wanna be just like you [Snoop]: Look here little homeboy, let me tell you somethin, Don't let me ever hear you say you wanna be like me, You could be a doctor, a lawyer, a football player, a laker, anythin, Just don't never let me hear you say you want to be like me, You hear me? [Boy]:Yah Huh [Snoop]:Now take these dollar$ and go giv'em to your brothers and sisters and you run on to school [Boy]:Thanks Snoop. |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Doggfather (1996)
--Soopafly--
I had this bitch locked on to me like she was way too clever Man, Soopafly never ever ever Fell for the do no and you know I'm Too swift on my toes and the gifts of hoez It's too much for me to be givin' to you Uh, all I'm givin' is some dick in you Now Sh????, I told the bitch to blaze the weed Now she blazed it but that ain't all she blew Hey, I got knocked off on the bar And my room got knocked off in the car Gave it to me until I reached my peak Baby flip talkin' bout lovin' me in the week I said that's too damn quick, and too damn fast You've been givin' up too much damn cock and givin up too much ass Nah nah nah you ain't gettin' me like that Soopafly ain't even called the bitch back Ever since she tripped, I went on one Stepped in the club, Caught me a homerun Baby was bad and all, she said gimme a call I wanted to break that bitch like a law Picked her up at the bus stop, she was soft and smooth Talkin' bout what could pop out and hit the roof Then she said somethin bout the cost Man, that same bus stop is where I dropped that bitch back the fuck off You can't ride my bird So I kicked that bitch to the curb You best to believe You ain't got no trick up your sleeve that can get with me You thought you had my grip But Soopafly never ever slips You thought you had my cash Till I turned around and whupped yo' ass ....like a pimp and that's for real --Snoop Dogg-- I came through in a zoot suit, pin stripe lookin' too cute Tryin' to get my shoot on, so I'm a scoot on Over to the next bitch, say her name is Texas She fly but she wasn't the sexiest She had a hoe with her named Bama, short for Alabama A big bad mama-jamma, now look here I like big bitches cause they large And big bitches always take charge Wanna grab a skinny nigga like Snoop Dogg Cause you like it tall, go and work it baby doll Now a great big girl got a hell of a grip to grab a hold of Got alot of cash for a little love All they wanna do is take you down to the mall Floss a little dick and get a t-shirt that say miss Snoop Dogg I don't see a god damn thang That's stoppin you from buying me that god damn ring It'd look nice on my finger, I'm a buy you a zinger Cause you make me feel like a real hip-hop singer Your homegirl, bring her cause I've been dying to meet her You know I won't cheat her, don't mistreat her She only get the dick, I'll never ever eat her But I'll drop her ass cause you know I don't need her... It was fun while it lasted You know what they say, big things come in small packages, baby You thought you had my grip But Snoop Dogg never ever slips You thought you had my cash Until I turned around and whupped your ass ....trick beyotch beyotch --Too $hort-- I said beyyyotch, what are you smokin A big fat dick comin' from east Oakland There must be some kind of misunderstanding Hit the parking lot, bitch I be standing by the Benz You think a nigga rich, bitch Gold diggin' tramps tryin' to get with this dick For all the wrong reasons Niggas ain't trippin' during pimp season But you still jumped your fast ass in anyway If any other nigga picked you up it'd be payday I rolled to my house with the bitch (What'd you do $hort) introduced her mouth to my dick Glad to meet you, make yourself comfortable You fuckin' with a dog, bitch you ain't fin' to come up, hoe So you might as well enjoy the ride And serve this nigga from the eastside How much for the game that I'm sellin' Ain't no tellin' like Jack told Helen I know sex sells but I'm a tell you though Couldn't spend on shit that ain't valuable Fucked all night woke up the next mornin' Told her I'm a pimp but the bitch kept on Wantin' me to do somethin' for the time she spent It's funny, cause now she can't find the rent money You thought you had my grip But Too $hort never ever slips You thought you had my cash Until I turned around and whupped your ass ....trick beyotch beyotch ...I got family members, homeboys... Muthafuckaz I look out way before you. |
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from Gang Related (갱 릴레이션) [ost] (1997) | |||||
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from Men In Black (멘 인 블랙) by Danny Elfman [ost] (1997)
Uhh, whatchu wanna do? SoSoDef You wanna get down? (ah get down, get down) Whatchu wanna do? (ah get down, get down) Said you wanna get down? (We got Snoop Dogg, in the house tonight) Whatchu wanna do? (with the homeboy JD) You wanna get down? (ah get down, get down) Whatchu wanna do? (ahh ha ha) Yeah, now check this out Now, everywhere I go they wanna see Don-Che-Che-O Yes obsessed with SoSo all my dough How the jewelry glow and the Cristi' flow Ain't no secret I sleep with freaky premium bush when I push they push And after we push I leave her Cause I don't love her [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Ha ha, and me neither A-B-C-D-P-G-C Who could it be, it's the D-O-double-G Known for the bone and the chrome on the D's Gold credit card backyard full of green trees (what?) Breeze through the summer in a Hummer wit tint Or dip in the low-low but that's just for promo Never leave me alone, without the dough doe I'm SoSo cold but y'all didn't know doe Chorus: Jermaine Dupri Whatchu wanna do? Said you wanna get down? (repeat 4X) 3X: singer starts singing "get down on it" 2X and Snoop says 'we have Snoop Dogg in the house tonight with the homeboy JD' 4X: singers sings "get down on it, cause we just wanna party with you" and Snoop says 'ah get down, since you wanna get down' [Snoop Doggy Dogg] To be a high roller, you need a pistola And about a half a key of some Coca-Cola Now that I got older, I got a little colder And I don't trip to get a chip off my [nigga's] shoulder Mad dreams, of a gangsta being like Cagney or Bogey but Snoop Doggy Ain't no follower, man I'ma General So when I put it down I gots to be so original I'm quick to bust just like Daz Dillinger But that's the little homey and I'm the big homey Snoop Don Corleone Spittin it, hittin it, while I'm gettin that Bout it, bout it, and happy to shout out, mmm I dissapear 'fore the game get crowded Take a trip overseas to the West Indies, freeze JD (uh-huh), music please [Jermaine Dupri] I get goosebumps when the bassline thumps So fat, call me Professor Clump Ain't nuttin on the low about me I floss And no there's none of these [hoes] son what I toss On the track better bring chips cause I cost Million dollar company [fuck it] I'm the boss I don't sit back and watch I go for it Different colored drops on the car port, who's short? Chorus [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Khakis on my leg, Lugz on my feet I'm walkin up the street while boppin my feet I'm fresh off the bus from Memphis, Tennessee Head still spinnin from the Coke and Hennesee Sit down on it, nah, get down on it It really don't matter cause you want it, Dogg-gonit Cuz, you must was buzzed When you was bumpin your gums, who you thought I was? But look, I ain't even trippin right now It's like that there, bow, wow So many styles I could flip em like a file Pop my drop top and let the beat rock Dip through, course you do, miss you But back to the issue, I wish you stop tryin to clown the Pid-ound Cause you don't really wanna get down Chorus [singer] All we wanna do is make you dance No standing on the wall [JD] Get your back up off the wall, c'mon All we wanna do is make you dance No standing on the wall [JD] Get your back up off the wall Cause I heard all my [niggaz say You know it [JD] Uh-huh When your dancing yeah [JD] That's right You show it [JD] Uh-huh When you move move move [JD] Yeah You know it [JD] Do you wanna dance? Come with me and dance When your dancing yeah You show it [JD] Do you wanna move? I'ma make you move When you move move move [JD] Come with me, yeah yeah, we gon let the beat go on like this Do I wanna dance? I'ma make your dance Do y'all wanna move? I'ma make you move... |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Biiiiiiiiiach
What cha wanna do (2x) We're the Legion of Doom (3x) 1472 is the same cut throat and locs and plenty dopes can you cope You can call me Count Chocula I control all the bitches, Chi-Chi control the riches and fly surf the snitches Look up in the sky as the fly My herion wip, clip on hip, now trip on this A bunch of outlaws try to take my town set up shop, run me out, and cut me down And how that safe, when I'm the illa-superhero born and raised on that muthafucking underground Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em try to catch me slip 'em but now you about to be my victim I'm not aquaman but a aqua-boogie I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies And I spin a web any size you can call me to fly I walk walls and this is for all my dogs (WOOF!) I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates the many niggas get in it and try to paper hate It's fly, the rider maine and ri (man, man) I do it like a muthafucking rider And I represent all the time and I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside (eastside) -look out, look out, come out cause here comes the rider man (rider man), nigga I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em the more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em I swerve and collect, serve and protect never hit the streets without the ice on my neck I'm all about partying, hoes, and getting paper they call me Chi-Chi and do it up cape crusader Contact through the frame no mistakes to bank rules back in town and it's on us to shut 'em down now fly what cha wanna do (nigga what) Let's put this shit down my lil' homey Mr. Turner with the murder He got my back you know he put me up on game When they get up, they getting lite up, heat that shit up Enough sed, don't tell it, jus sell it we blowin' in the wind and we gunna ride til' we win young soldier stickin' to it we put the folger It's your turn gone get on up and get the light and don't forget to grab your strap *Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't it's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down and you don't have to worry when we in your town x2 Just a young muthafucker from the street forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock with a glock, pump- pump answer Throw your hands up nigga, yeah death's a callin went from petty deaf bank robber straight to ballin' Stop with us, walk with us as we bust through the doors 40's fallin' like parts in us off in dust steroes got many hoes in, plenty dope plus we fly as fuck Duct tape while room up, toe tag 'em have him feel the strength of a black magnum Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them as shown as them, set kissed like FM Life in 1-4-7 to the deuce, right then I slipped in the bullet-proof suit And swoop down on the bank ruler with the gats waiting for the permission to cancel his ass Handle his ass I love to see his guts and his blood spill and cracked up as I drugged as I rise flying up high with a 45 if a red demon in it from the sky Drop and i put the barrel right between his eyes and said you fuck with the Legion and now you must die We serve and protect all the hustlers and G's from the west to the north, south and back to the east *Repeat (x2) Look up in the sky (in the sky) No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) When we in your town (in your town) Look up in the sky (in the sky) No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) And you won't have to worry when we in your town (in your town....) |
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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 - 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
(LBC, New orleans ha ha) Yo dog, uh
Sup P? (Ha ha) That's some real shit(where the hot boys at, Where the hot girls at(x6)) Ya heard me? (x2) The game is to be sold not to be told, ha ha Now this No Limit shit, No Limit nigga Everbody wanna know how this shit happens, but we ain't playa hatin And what's goin on, but ya know what? It don't get no realer than this though dog *West-side niggas gettin bout it, UNGH! I said East-side niggas gettin rowdy, UNGH! Mid-west niggas gettin bout it, UNGH! South-side niggas gettin rowdy, UNGH! (yea) *Repeat Fuck that man,da game is to be sold, not to be told, 1st things 1st I'm a gangsta, nigga, so I'ma roll Ya got to get bout it or without it I had to shake the spot cause the game got crowded I'm devoted and quote it, I'm rowdy and bout it A No Limit Soldier, and happy to shout it Got this tank on my neck, got my tech. on deck I slap raps at your caps and try to make my snaps Nick-Nack patty-wack big happy sack, the dealer is back And I'm ridin' through your neighborhood dippin' in my Cadillac I'm sellin this shit, I ain't tellin this shit I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon ya bitch From the cold hearted streets of the LBC To a mansion in the south down the street from my nigga P See, real niggas recognize the realness Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this (Bust one) Now bust one(gun shot) Not just one(2 gun shots) And if ya want some get some, I bet we got some Bustas discuss us, niggas poppin all the Ying-Yang Still the Dogg Pound Gang (DPG, Man) Beats still funky, Beats by the Pound in the house, At the mutha fuckin door *Repeat (x2) (Gettin rowwwdy) Everybody in the game, say the same Is Snoop's still that gang bang cocaine nigga slangin everythang I'm tryin to get as much as I need While I fuck with these out of town hoes blowin all they weed (shut up) Parlayin, so whatcha sayin Bring a couple buddies witcha, girl we ain't playin Baby must miss read me, cause she miss lead me Has some niggas come by later (what?) and try to spray me (bitch) But I'm just to quick, slick and sly When it's time to ride I let the bullets fly cause it's do or die(die die...) I wear blue 7 days out the week (for life) I mob the street, DP, while I'm holdin my heat I wanna warn you, shit they got killers on the East, Mid-West, up North, down South in California So if you got your chrome, you need to stay in the zone And get a vest for your mutha fuckin dome Cause it's on like a dog with out his bone I'm in it to win it and No Limit is my home (for life for life) Nigga, real niggas recognize the realness Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this (Bust one) Now bust one(gun shot) Not just one(2 gun shots) And if ya want some get some,(what up what up) I bet we got some (got some) *Repeat (x4) Nigga, bout it bout it ha ha Snoop Dogg, Master P, and the whole No Limit mutha fuckin family nigga From the South to the West to the East to the middle To the mutha fuckin WORLD! Ha ha real niggas and bitches unite |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
Ahh-haaa
Get your motherfuckin' glass, cus it's a blast from the past You didn't think would touch it two times nigga Gin and Juice up in this bitch, yahhh Some of that Beats By the Pound flavor, you feel me (you heard me) Get your ice, get your cups, Cus we about to get fucked up in here Yah (yah), Straight up, Uhmm (uhmm), Yah (yah) I'm still smokin', driftin', swifta than a mothafucka Twisted off a cup of that 'ole ignat juice Heated in the seat cup fulla drank Beatin' up the block in the dark blue tank Bullet proof vest on my chest for the cause Diggin' in my draws for dem muthafuckin' laws Harrassin' a nigga, blastin' a nigga I ain't seen shit, so why you askin' nigga To fucked up off that G-I and juice, C-I get loose, nigga what chall wanna do I got a crew, but I choose to roll solo Especially on Sundays dippin' in my low-low ??? Spot for the glock, I ain't fuckin' with the hen dogg So toss out the ??? Put my shit on three wheels for thrills I hit a corner and make sure my drink don't spill, that's real *Rollin down the street, with heat Drankin', ???, Sittin' on D's Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies (X2) Now trip dis', I'm on Interstate 10 fuckin' with this Creole She said she knows NINO, now stop me loc Cup of that Gin and Juice, I blank a bitch out Then turn the bitch out, look here There ain't no need for you to be wastin' my time See I picked you up, now I'm gunna stick you up, And dick you up! Give you what you need, then bring you back down to reality With that California weed, she seemed trouble at first And then it got worse, cus now I got my hand up and down her mini- skirt Twerkin' that shit while riddin' up the highway Doin' it my way, hella highway, the fly way Swervin' in another lane, tryin' to maintain And baby girl steady takin' dick to the brain Now it ain't no thing, cus she swallowed it up Then she wanted to take a puff, I said "Look here bitch you've had enough" *Repeat (x2) Somebody say, I wanna get fucked up (Say What, Say What) Come on, Now Everybody say, I wanna get fucked up (What Chew Say, What Chew Say) YAH I'm hopped by the ice cream shop, The cops saw me, stopped me, heard me Were's Serv-D, well serve me, since you got that big bad ass dangle Nigga you know I'm know for havin' that big ass bank Tryin' to find all your dope, cus your a smoker I'll find that indo weed even when I'm on the East Coast Cus times gettin' hard on the boulevard, but I refuse to loose ?!?!?! Lil' Jimmy's sent me something, I need to cop something Got Some (Got Some), I know you got some Nigga stop frontin', get at your boy Hook it up like Master P (Ughh) Would it be a tragedy to fill me the best weed *Repeat (x2) |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
Dogg Pound
Don Colion, whatever, whatever, Dogg Pound, East Side Don Colion, whatever, whatever, Dogg Pound, East Side Don Colion, whatever, whatever, Dogg Pound, East Side For all my homies with the eight tray wigs (ride on) And all the playas in the '79 Coupes (ride on) For all of my gang affiliates in tha hoppin' '68 This ones from me to you (ride on) Well, not the Under Dogg, call me the Wonder Dogg I keep it crackin' while I'm stackin' in this game called rappin' Now I kick up my feet like I kick a rhyme to a beat And everytime you see me on the streets ,I gots some heat Hell, yeah, then pass the beat And everybody wanna know what's up with me and Master P (ughh) For your concern, you knew there wann't no gimmick When I got into some gangsta shit and told you wann't No Limit To the thangs I'm gon' do Now it's really goin' down with the DPGC Well, Daz did the beat, and Kurupt got the heat And Tray Dee, he laid the hook and Supafly played the keys (woo, woo) Ughh, it get no realer than this from the LB to the Down South Add more killers to this entourage South, West, oh, yes We in charge and we'll pull your cards No disrespect or disregards Life in the big LB is gettin' hard (so what) So my squad gon' mob and drop bombs Bring me along, we causin' everybody harm *I make ya scream (ahhhhhh) I make ya shout (ooooohhh) C'mon all you partyin' people Let me turn ya out Cuz you know I'm all about The hoes, money, and clout And I rock a Long Beach City (heyyyyyy) All the way down South *Repeat Can you feel me? I can dig it Hoes- Take me to the bridge Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (who) Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (what) Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (who) Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg Whether in a Khaki suit or a pimped stripe I'm a G for G and nuttin' else for life You can bet your bottom biscuit You get twisted if you dwellin' in my felon intuition (what up) Tha Doggfather is a household name >From basketball to alcohol, everybody love the Dogg I'm sure Billy King probably got a Doggystyle tape Somewhere hidden in his briefcase Newsweek, Rolling Stone, major magazines Dope fiends, prom queens, we too clean Take a look you ain't ever seen One hip-hop rapstar drop this West Coast rap-cord Back to the spot up top West Hills for real, give it up to him (WC) A who bang with diamond Take a hit with big Lajeezy before he found some wheezy With blue Colion playin' in the backround On the behind line with big style Hitting P, LIG tell him let it go Game strong, no longer in the roll Just a few names from the respected files LBC styles, DPG ale I bought a house with a lake in the back My big holey stack just like that *Repeat |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
Yo whats up P
Yeah man these niggas think that I done fell off man Think my shit done got weak I guess Shit nigga I been hustlin' grindin' like a motherfucka I aint went nowhere knowwhatImean? Shit guess I got to let these niggas know who I am What I stand for and what I'm about huh You feel me check this out BITCH!! *whats my motherfucking name Snoop Dogg What I like to do you like to hustle and ball *Repeat (x3) I get up early in the mourning and begin my mission Brush my teeth then I creeps to the kitchen Cook some bacon and eggs and put some braids in my head Stash this pound, put the shit down then I head To the spot thats hot, fuck a fed I gotta clock this knot ya heard what I said Im taking penitentiary chances, dancin with the devil Im in it to win it for No Limit nigga next level A whole lot of y'all niggas out there walk around dead here take this shovel Dig your own grave, your pushin on them pebbles Stand out there on that corner long enough and watch what happen Quit yappin about what you aint got and get crackin now thats what happenin Aint no body give me shit I took it Nigga stright now but I started off croocked Now look at all the shit I been through and I'm 'fen to Get what I gotta get cause I'm just stright down for this shit Now *Repeat (x4) They say money is the key to end all your woes Thats probably why I love it and cant stand them hoes I chop trees with G's and take trips over seas And pack a nine all the time and thats for all my enimies What y'all thought, I cant get cought It aint my mothfucking fault they call mister seasonig salt I'm bringing Gangsta shit to this No Limit click I'm way down south in a house and I'm bangin this shit I got gold around my neck that will never ever fade Rolex watch on my wrist nigga getting paid Thats all I live fo , you dig it Game is to be sold not to be told thats what my nigga P said can you feel it What y'all niggas knockin me fo and watching me fo While your bitch jocking me and clocking this doe Boy that sound like the old Snoop Dogg, shit I'm trying to get paid Papered up and trying to ball y'all feel me Avoiding the snitches and the and the bitches too And the fake ass snake ass niggas which is you nigga fuck you I buck you you I stick you I stuck you I love making that music that y'all niggas say y'all drugs to *Repeat Bow-wow Game reconize game Now you know how a gangsta gangsta You how a hustler hustle And you know how a baller balls Thats what you get when you fucking with Snoop Dogg Stright up '98 No Limit records You feel me thats real ha ha yeah Hustle & Ball Thats all we do All the real hustlers out there gone and give it up Yeah get your money money get your money Keep your heat get your money money |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
The stock market has always been 100% when it comes to pussy
The worlds oldest profession Yah it's still alive No matter what the consequences A trick 'gun still buy it No matter how sick they make it A hard stick gunna still wanna play it Marching up, every day and every night To the drummers beat Titled the oldest profession, and it never fell back Not even in the recession No Christmas toys for the kids Yah daddy fucked it up He said he was drunk playing poker with the boys Yah niggas pay for pussy Remember that Easter Sunday It was so damn sunny We didn't get no Easter clothes, candy, or Easter bunny Yah, daddy fucked it up Rollin' dice with the boys Yah niggas pay for pussy Whether it's at the tity bar Or outta the car Yah niggas pay for pussy OHH yah, Some niggas pay for pussy, oh yah Some niggas pay for pussy, oh yah Some niggas pay for pussy, oh yah Dem niggas pay for pussy, oh yah Niggas pay for pussy, oh yah |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
Niggas (Niggas), Bitches (Bitches)
Uhmm, this is some player shit right here Holler at my home girl on this one, Mia Moma Mia, Have you seen her (seen her) Yah, real G's shit. Tell me Moma Mia, niggas wanna G her (Snoop Dogg) Bitches wanna be her Motherfuckers can't see her Give it up for Moma Mia What chew you want to do nigga, is fine with me Name your game, scandalous sprees, or robberies Moving keys for your needs, from state to state I seen my braw take down your boy from around tha way If you fake IM gunna let you know from the top And leave that dick in your mouth, and put them infrared dots On your whole crew, nigga betta ask fo show Gunna let that ass know what's goin' down like Waco This is business, and who the fuck you think is runnin' this Mama, and who's the first to shoot that gun in this Mama, drama, layin' No Limit and when its intended my hands all up in it Now, we can do this like intelligent folk But fuck around, I be that second ward ignorant hoe Hard headed, with the soft behind, niggas real hittin' it So Snoop Dogg for the keepin' it real with a strength Now picture, Bonnie and Clyde, We side as we slide, Side by side, to keep this pimpin' alive Do a lick for me, set a trick for me, get us some chips It's all about you and me Mia, fuck that bitch You a fall girl, go get it all girl You in my world, IM gunna make sure you ball girl Do it for me, do it for you, now it's our world (Our world, It's our world, now go on and get it) Now everyone in my click know I don't love no hoes I don't quit bitch rush a boy to get a new set of them MOMO's Cus I attack 'Emm, crack 'Emm and smack 'Emm All on the same note, until that bitch is broke Charge it to the game, man it's a cold game But somebody gotta do it, that's real for shes'a It ain't easy, pimpin' to me is four girls on your team Down to scheme, aim to beam, for that cream Cross country track, greyhound buss ride Down to get your muthafuckin' fetti on, you hear me though There ain't no limit to what she does On the really, on to Philly, lemme get a ride on cus Ghetto love, and every thug need a little All I want is the money, motherfuck the middle No backbone is back on to get yah Unless you got a down ass sister to twist her, cant twist yah Bonnie and Clyde, We side as we slide, Side by side, to keep this pimpin' alive Do a lick for me, set a trick for me, get us some chips It's all about you and me Mia, fuck that bitch |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
For all them young niggas that didn't quite make it to another year
To all my thugs in the grave This one is for my homies and my thug niggas A bunch of used to be paranoid drug dealers A bout 'it motherfucker standing on the block Ain't no limit to his heart, cause his veins is non-stop And constantly a nigga catching them cases With them death situations A nigga blast with no hesitation Mama I wanna now where my daddy at My only memory is a picture with a chrome gat I wanna do, like them gangsters do I wanna gangster walk I caught a bullet now I'm in some chalk Just another young nigga in a song Mama always told me gangster's don't live long After I'm dead can you still see me Do you really want to be me I'm just another bossaline I represent all them niggas trying to get paid But couldn't be saved Huh, y'all now what I'm talking about *C-Murder and Snoop Dogg To all my thugs in the grave See ya when I get there See ya when I get there *Repeat (x3) Ride nigga till I deduct Them things die nigga for fuck Fly. fly nigga Since you absent I'ma tilt the bottle hit the weed and get high for my nigga My partner my nigga My round in my trigger From the little shit I remember you was a down ass nigga I'm mad i missed shit you could have showed me (fuck) Shit still ain't the same even though my mama told me I keep your memories in my endeavors (nigga) Thank you for being my daddy, thank you for what you left us I swear to protect, and the only way to carry on, is carry on My nigga little Mike, my nigga G-Slim, and my cousin Larry gone I ain't trying to question God, but why so young That's why from daylight to night time I got my gun This fucking thing we call life ain't nothing but a phase That's why you better keep your faith,or you're that thug in the grave *Repeat (x4) Rest in peace khaki's creased From the east side of Long Beach Pouring out liquor, thinking about my homie Cause I can't understand how it went down We used to clown from town to town Claiming dogg pound Took you on lollapalooza with a nigga L0Dog you my nigga If you don't get no bigger Spanky Loco from the the dub, and Little Man from the I Dear God why them good niggas have to die I can't reminisce too long Cause I'm in a war zone If I sleep, slip, trip I might get blasted on So I'm gone mash on home but on the way I see some of my enemies And they tripping on me Cause I fuck with Master P But I;m heated, so beat it And another 87 case, I really don't need it Proceeded, I ain't gone cry for the homie Shit we gone celebrate Cause we now the homeboy is in a safer and better place *Repeat (x3) |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
Ya I don't know why you treat me so motherfuckin bad
You ain't gonna realize whats you got till its gone, thats real You gets no lovin, babe Girl you know I got you livin plush in the cut An every time I wanna dig you out You tell me "don't rush" Money stashin, you got me sneakin An we all alone in the zone, I be tweakin I almost got caught, my game is lethal I had to stay at my daddy's house, on the couch last weekend It's written on my face, an I can't even hide it So I decided, to ride it Roses are red, an Violets are blue Girl you got a nigga hooked, when you do whatcha do when ya do An now ya want a Benz for ya birthday An I been waitin to hit that ass since the first day I'm buyin you gifts, drape'in you out, with gold I'm showin you love, you's above any other hoe Tatoo wit my name on your tits An everytime I dip, I make sure to kick some chips Now bitch trip Chorus: You don't show me some love {show me love, for real, you gets no love, yea} You gets no lovin babe {you gets no love, you aint gonna miss it till it's gone} -2x- An that's on lust, an I trust thats you wont bust under pressure An I ain't even trip, when you dip wit them chips off the dresser An you didn't even have to fess up I just gave you another G, an told you "pick ya dress up" For the weddin, the settin was set 40 G's for your ring, you's a Queen sippin Moet I'm upset, an I don't even want to have jip out But baby didn't give it to me, ughh I was down at the alter, I seen Sister Salta Said "lady could you pray for me?" ughh I'm in a love affair, I can't share, it ain't fair Because my life is my wife, an that ain't right Cause I'm a do what I'm suppose to do, an what I was choose to do Wether it's buyin a house, or car, or some clothes for you I try to stay tru to it, see I ain't new to it Thats why I do for you boo, I need love too, three Chorus -2x- Snoop with background chorus -2x- See I done put it on the line, see this here is genuine An as long as you with me girl, see everything is gonna be fine See can't nobody match it, don't touch it, ya might scratch it This love affiar, it's so original, I call it classic See I'm attracted, an I'm infacturated At the same time, belated, an gang related, Dogg Pound on mine But to fine time to leave all that behind An tryin to spend some time an give you all of mine {what's that} ya see I ain't hard to get along with, to do a song with a nigga like D.J. Pooh Dedicate this whole thing, to a girl like you, boo, look here You know I'm true, just continue to do me like you want me to do you An, I hope we don't never have to, write another chapter Just keep it on the real wit me Cause I don't really wanna, see you on the corner Just show a nigga love ya see {gets no love, gets no love} Chorus -1x till fade- |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
Slow down cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby, slow down baby) It's wicked in these streets Slow down, cause I can't take the heat, slow down (Ohhhhhhhhh, slow down) It's wicked in these streets Life ain't nothing but a big old twist A lot of times when I'm smoking I'm doing that just to reminisce It's funny, on how shit be A lot of money, make y'all wanna come get me But look here, I work hard for all the things I got And to hang with a nigga's just an intricate plot You smoke my weed, you try to bang my hoes And talk bad about a nigga, behind closed doors But look here dog, a hoe once told me loc Bite the hand that feeds you, and you'll wind up broke Bitch niggas don't deserve to kick it with rich niggas Nigga we seven figure niggas And we bigger than the biggest hip hop niggas in rap And when we get to spittin' make sure y'all step back You with that? Cause if you ain't clown, We from the D-O double G, we groupie true, and slow down Slow down (slow down now) cause I can't take the heat, slow down (I can't take the heat, I can't take the heat) It's wicked in these streets Slow down, cause I can't take the heat, slow down (Ohhhhhhhhhh, slow down) It's wicked in these streets Ayyo Snoop (I used to) I used to cook up dope, ride with niggas Know about the hits, hang with killas Take the broads down for the jailhouse visits Keep my bed warm with a cutthroat nigga Have the card parties where the stakes was high Go shopping hit the club and then ???????????? Never had a day without no drama Half the OG's age, but they call me Mama Had the ganja overstuffed in the hefty bag Orange peels to kill the smell slanging with my dad I never thought about my life I swear y'all, for real Until my best friend Jill got killed and then I Dropped to my knees and called to the Lord Please change my ways cause I'm living too hard And too foul, how I'm gon' raise a child When I'm out here buck wild, damn, I had to slow down Slow down (slow down), cause I can't take the heat, slow down (Slow down baby) It's wicked in these streets (Slow down baby) Slow down, cause I can't take the heat, slow down (Slow down, slow down) It's wicked in these streets Yeah, I slow my roll down to a pimp strut And started putting all this game on records for my come up From sun up to sun down, I'm trying to get my money Hata's ain't gon' stop me cause hatas can't run me It's funny when a bitch was livin' foul Every body seemed glad, but now they ????? Cause I'm flossing, boss ballin' guilt free And Feds can't take shit from me, so slow down I got niggas shot niggas drop niggas for fun I ????? from these shoulders, I don't need no gun But it's the nineties, and niggas don't bump by the end of the round The clown bound to dump, young chump You don't wanna get caught up in my mix Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers, bitch We don't neva eva, talk no shit Unless we mack that shit up, nigga you get lit Slow your roll tuck your heat and watch the hatas Slow down (slow down), cause I can't take the heat, slow down (I can't take the heat) It's wicked in these streets (It's wicked in the street) Slow down, (I can't take the heat no more) cause I can't take the heat Slow down (I can't take it) it's wicked in these streets Slow down (slow down) cause I can't take the heat (Slow down) Slow down Slow your roll tuck your heat and watch the hatas Slow down slow down Slow your roll tuck your heat and watch the hatas |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
At ease
I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank Money, power, respect, leadership, street knowledge and wisdom AHH YAH...D.P.G., yah D.P.G. Pop the Champaign Once you break this of you can't get twisted So pay attention and listen *Welcome to my world nigga, and its V.I.P And the bitches and the bud for free (x6) Welcome to this world that you never thought existed And you got to be a soldier to be inlisted Listen, IM gunna take your mind, your body and your soul On a whole lil' trip just don't loose your grip Wait a second (Wait a second), were is the sack You don't have to ask no questions just jump in the back And leave your strap, cus there ain't none of that Were we goin', it ain't nuthin' but 808, beats and flauntin' Niggas showin' niggas love, hoes suckin' dicks That's how we do it, cus everything is in the mix Doggy Land, Doggy World, Snoop World whatever It don't matter cus we 'bout it, and homies down to do whatever Everything is legit, and the bitches the shit And niggas they give you love, cus dey down for it Now that's just how it goes, and all the hoes on me And everything is V.I.P, and that's on D.P.G Now nigga creep in, just like a liquor store Now nigga if you want a hoe, nigga just let me know I'll send a H, and when she gets you (got you) She with you forever, and a day, that's the D.P. way *Repeat (x5) Wipe your feet before you enter in Now take a seat and peep dis beat and sip yo' gin Cus ain't no killin', everybody chillin' Steady stackin' paper from the floor up to the ceilin' Now in my world, a bitch is a girl And mans best friend is his ends, and his mothafuckin' benz But chall can't get in just cus you all say you chall down wit us And try to get around wit us, and hang around wit us, and clown wit us Hold on, this shit here is for the establishment Niggas that's havin' shit, and if you ain't roll on and stroll on This is the spot were the bangers at, the slangers at Were red and blue equals green, and we probably be black In fact we stack G's for them keys, so when we finished doin' deeds You all can't believe what we did provide an opportunity in the community, Tryin' to spread a lil' unity between you and me Since IM the mayor, I think I gotta say-ahh a lil' something Lets keep it jumpin' playa (playa) ain't too many places that you know about So everybody in the world, welcome to the muthafuckin dogg house *Repeat (x2) UGGHHHH, picture me ballin' (ballin') 3rd world hustler out the ghetto of New Orleans Some say life is like a fairy tail (fairy tail) Did a song with Snoop Dogg, and it turned into a business deal But it ain't bout da ends, cus we all got matches and we all got benz's It's about riddin' with the homies (homies) Gettin rid of the fake and lookin' through the phonies And the haters can't stop this, check billboards, number one The only company with a profit, So say Ughh and How You Do Dat There It's No Limit and D.P.G. nigga we don't care *Repeat (x4) Yah, Snoop World Home of the No Limit Soldiers, Beats By the Pound You know how we do dis, ain't no stoppin' this We can't be stopped, we run da streets You feel me, da streets is ours Ain't no stoppin' this shit nigga Ain't No Limit neither, your lucky Yah, it's on for life Yah, gunna drive this tank overseas Gunna get these g's, while we smoke on these trees YAHH ! Welcome to my world nigga, and its V.I.P |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
Yeah yeah yeah I'm fin up in the corner in my
lowrider dogg. Ya heard me? *Top dollar with the gold flea collar dippin' in my blue Impala [DPG]* *Repeats throughout intro* [Yeah it's still a G thang] It's time for all the lowriders out there yeah all the dippers you like to get ya dip on hit a switch or two, bang a corna' sittin' on threes yeah right trip... It's like 4 & to the 5 & to the 6 & to the 7 I once was told that all doggs go to Heaven Well how ya been where ya been & what it look like? My game trump tight especially when it bump like four DPG's gettin' crazy & No Limit is the label that pays me! Ridin' 'round town layin' game down like Goldie & I remember what my momma showed me told me game recognize game & stay true to what ya do & don't be ashamed I got all my game from her sometimes I have to wonder how I keep from goin' under I'm a cold muthaf**ka I fall to my knees & thank God before I do my thang I don't know why, I love to gangbang See life ain't nuthin' but a twist anyway bitch anyway you can say what you wanna say Just don't get in my way 'cause I'm a mean old Fiend know C know & P know see loc We make music for the thugs and the bangers and the bitches. f**k you R&B singers She want a nigga with his khackies hangin' real low in a black rag Sixty-four hmm Rollin' down the street lookin' way clean bangin' that real s**t nigga like Al Green I'm headed straight to the LB forget it that's what they tell me Sell me everythang except some bulls**t and when it's time for the gunfight nigga pull quick Cause ain't nothin' butter but us and nigga you'll get wet up for f**kin' with my cheddar It's cold outside nigga grab ya sweater and that bad bitch you f**kin' with nigga she get ya set up Boy you done put all ya trust in that hoe didn't ya see what happened to the President niggaro livin' in a tight house big as the White House You f**ked around & stuck ya dick in that white bitch mouth What you talkin' 'bout? Fool I'm dirty like the South and to be real I feel that's how I'm comin' out Back on the hoe stroll highway pimp patrol put ya cuffs on ya girl nigga let her off parole Man nigga way cold with his game What's his muthaf**kin' name? Who me? I'm the capital S I don't f**k with stress N double O-P D-O muthaf**kin double G Coldest entertainer gangbanger since Alphonz Capone Count money like Basie police try to chase me Niggas try to replace me but you can't I'm ridin' in a tank I'm blowin' hella dank So whether ridin' in ya lo-lo or smokin' on some doe doe spread the word and take the fo' door The Last Don done hooked up with the muthaf**kin' King of the coast with the most here's a toast and Snoop Dogg is the representer through the niggas & G's through the LBC's and the Calio projects Brooklyn to Queens Chi-town woe now the Dogg Pound in the house everytime we touch down right next to my hometown D-town [Detroit] Eastside St. Louie [St Louie] Spokane get ya money man tic-tock Little Rock right next to Houston, Texas home of Rap-A-Lot we like to jack a lot gimme what ya got let me get that up out ya nigga I got ya somethin' for the summertime while it's hot and got the bitches posted up in the parkin' lot and guess what she want the nigga with the biggest nuts [Who dat?] A nigga who don't give a f**k Ya see niggas like me all we see is money, power moves, and a bitch a week And last but not least my nigga *B-O-Z* much love from the N.O. my nigga Feel me? and my little cousin D-A-Z forever nigga this DPGC and oh yeah Dr. D-R-E you know where I'm at nigga holla at me get at me holla at me nigga holla at a dogg that's real y'all niggas know what's happenin' It's still a [DPG] thang It's still a G thang *Top dollar with the gold flea collar dippin' in my blue Impala [DPG]* |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
Mystikal talking
We been holding back to motherfukin long Nigga fuck the dumb shit It's time to represent nigga It's time to represent nigga It's time to let you niggas now man Mystikal I'm the conscious in the toolbox that's coming for the carpenter I'm the mirror and the comb clipping the scissors that come from the barber ??? the godfather I'm one of the brand new number 2 pencils out the pencil sharpener I'm the scarlet water out the delta faucet I'm the rhyming I'm the artist I'm vomit in the toilet I'm the comet when it charges I'm the drama in New Orleans I'm the vegetables that grow in the garden All the weeds, dope,and coke at the parties I'm the M.I.C.H.A.E.L Tyler I'm the loud blackka, blackka, wakka, wakka coming rom behind yah I'm the stitches of the shirt that make the polo man trill inside the Timberland I'm the bells on trigger man Who? me that's who I'm the voice in the microphone coming from the booth I'm the ground when you think I'm the file on the shank I'm the pile in the bank I'm the round off the tank Chorus Mystikal and Snoop I'm that nigga Mystikal And I'm the Dogg That's that nigga I like to hustle and ball We them niggas Yeah tru tank dogs They them niggas You don't want to fuck wit at all repeat 1X Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga If you sleeping I'm sneaking buckle up nigga Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga If you sleeping I'm trippin buckle up nigga Snoop Dogg I'm in a club in New Orleans Just got finished eating a patch of chicken wings and some collard greens I'm down south in the house straight turning it out Got bitches in my face and I can slap they mouth With all the shit that they be tweaking Nigga be speaking Game leaking, but I'm streaking Snoop Dogg ain't leaking My game tough and tight See ain't nothing like This G-shit nigga LBC shit nigga I'm feeling I'ma fall of in this club tonight Where my old lady at, I'm trying to find a fight In this motherfucker mad drunk, stupid and shit Ready to take off on this moteherfuckin' trick ass bitch Old pussy ass nigga olooking at ne strange like he don't know what gang i claim I'ma doggpound gangsta till i fall off the planet God damnit, don't take it for granted biatch Chorus repeat 2X Biatch get your ming right mind right, get your mind right repeat 4X Boot up, or shut up Pussy ass nigga Put your set up,or shut up bitch ass nigga repeat 3X Where they at ho repeat 6X |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
Yo Snoop nigga.
What's happenin? I think I just seen the dog catcher around. Nigga what? It go a little somethin like this here. Like this, woof woof. Like this here, ya heard me? *Watcha goin do when we come for you If you a dog you better not run (Uhhhhh!) *Repeat See I'm tired of being broke, I like to smoke I love the west coast but I need a vacation bro I took me a ride down south I see the dog into bigger and better thing yall know what I'm talkin bout The game is to be sold, not to be told I'm a No Limit soldier and I'm off parole Nigga, let's put the pieces to the puzzle Now, every nigga that you hate would hate your cousin or your brother Nigga, let's keep it real Keep your eyes on your enemies cause some niggas kill And the bitches, they'll break ya Keep your dick in your pants nigga, cause they'll play ya Keep your dogs in the house Trill niggas from the street (woof woof) know what I'm talkin bout Never bite the hand that feeds you Cause you never know when your dog might need you *Repeat (x4) Went from halves to wholes, from wood to marble floors Fuckin with hoodrats to top notch hoes In my Rolls with the sunroof top I told you hoes that Snoop Dogg won't stop Tick tock, we got shit locked (say what) Goddamn it feel good to be sittin on top So let's toast to the gin and juice and champaigne Welcome to my world and Snoop is the name Nigga, and pass me the green sticky We only fuckin with the real nigga, you aint gotta lie to kick it Cause we aint picky if you lick it Or stick it, girl is you down with this quicky I gotta show to do in Europe and one in Japan So when you see me on stage Snoop Dogg is the name Nigga, yeah, that's real, huh Whatch yall gonna do when we come for you *Repeat (x4) |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told (1998)
Hell yeah
That was a mothafuckin' trip The way y'all niggaz had the whole world sayin' UH!!!, na, na, na, na This here the Doggfather, rappin' on this shit here Check this out Let me here ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (come on, everybody say) Everybody, let me hear ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay I run with convicted felons Scream, yellin' Bitch I'ma soldier! Stick in my chrome reciever, and I fins to get it on Influenced by the dolja Blastin' at the rollers Callin' couple of soldiers Fuckin' up with this song bitch Your mom shoulda told ya I ain't nothin' nice Snoop brought the boss I got the spark, lets go on a body high Put it on my life, and my favorite weed pipe Soldiers greed, with ice Watch me budda up in the night Carefull to forever, the one that shot him Bringin' the drama like a punk, but your fucking somebody Whut Lodi Dodi, send a duce up in dey coupe But after a hard eight Snoop and his soldiers gonna make ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (Jeah, nigga, I can make ya say) Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (yeah, tank doggs, let me hear ya say) Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (all my real rap niggaz say) Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (yeah, Mystikal, where you at?) Nigga, all I really wanna do is Get down, on the get down! That mothafucker better sit down We up in this bitch now Got the take to make the hap We gon' make our money right Tired of livin' the stress life Pressure, fuck price Yikes! Know what I like Keep it hype! Betcha I right Put pounds of ice on ya, like white on rice Vise grips on mics Turnin' to fights Burnin' up the limelight Fire! And you ain't gotta strain your eyes to find us Throwin' bad days behind us Ahh damn up in the headlights Bout to let it shine Find your ass in there tip-toeing Your ass is mine We got you waitin' for us on the radio So our albums can drop Snoop, Fiend, me, Beats By The Pound, you know that's gon' pop Jump in the game in the walkway With enough money to fuck with Till ya hear that last fuckin' woof We ain't done yet Let me here ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (yeah, uh-huh, all my niggaz say) Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (na, na, na, na, na, na) Woof! mothafucker, Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (na, na, na, na, na, na) Let me hear ya say Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay I come faster than a speedin' bullet Or I can take my time and move it slow Wake up outta my seat and hit this mic and blow like some indo You can call me what you want Just don't call me no punk My name is Snoop D-O-double-G And I'm the godfather of G-Funk I'll put this shit down, like clown, Dogg Pound is my set Nigga set outta line, I shoot them in they mothafuckin' spine And break they necks (nigga, nigga) As I go down, you gon' realize that See when you run up in my face you able to get smacked, jacked, just like that I'ma fool, break the rules, damn, way too cool They call me Snoop D-O-double-G (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) Cause I'ma fuckin' fool, I can get silly But I'd rather sit back, relax, new jacks, get smacked, cause I'm tryin' to blaze up a sack (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) To my nigga Mystikal, Fiend, and my big homie Master P Cause thats just the way this shit gon' be Baby, N-O-L-I-M-I-T (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) We gon' make y'all say Woof Until you mothafuckers demand That nigga named Snoop I can make 'em say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (laughing) I can make 'em say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay Let me here ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay Let me hear ya say Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (everybody in the house) Say Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (up top, come on) Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (down low) Yeah, yeah, and who side (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay And not only that And not only that This No Limit baby Ya heard me? Yeah And not only that Shit get crazy in this mothafcuker Ya heard me? Uh! |
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from Snoop Dogg - "Game Is To Be Sold..., The" (1998)
Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars shit
Check this out Snoop Dogg Nigga 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 Choruos Fiend 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 Fiend 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 Soulja Slim 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 Chorus Silkk the Shocker 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 - "Game Is To Be Sold..., The" (1998)
Kill kill kill
[Snoop] How many killas you got on your mother fuckin pay roll nigga? Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and Silkk the Shocker No limit (biatch) [C-Murder] 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 [Chorus x2] 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 [Snoop] 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 [Chorus x2] [Silkk the Shocker] 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 Snoop Dogg - "Game Is To Be Sold..., The" (1998)
[Snoop Talking]
What's 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 don't stay on me, your always out to play Your so hard to find, seems your shaking me D.O.G.'s we get lonely [Snoop] Look here babygirl D.O.G.'s we get lonely You can ask all my homies, all D.P.G. got tenderoni's 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 I'm trying to have a little something, and keep you satisfied, but [when] my homeboys say its time to ride then I'm 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 - "Game Is To Be Sold..., The" (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 - "Game Is To Be Sold..., The" (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 - "Game Is To Be Sold..., The" (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 - "Game Is To Be Sold..., The" (1998)
Snoop:
GAME that's my thang and it ain't no rules when you in this game [3X's] 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 [Steady Mobb'n] 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! [Snoop] GAME that's my thang and it ain't no rules when you in this game 3x [Steady Mobb'n] 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 [Snoop] 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 - "Game Is To Be Sold..., The" (1998)
The stock market has always been 100% when it comes to pussy
The worlds oldest profession Yah it's still alive No matter what the consequences A trick 'gun still buy it No matter how sick they make it A hard stick gunna still wanna play it Marching up, every day and every night To the drummers beat Titled the oldest profession, and it never fell back Not even in the recession No Christmas toys for the kids Yah daddy fucked it up He said he was drunk playing poker with the boys Yah niggas pay for pussy Remember that Easter Sunday It was so damn sunny We didn't get no Easter clothes, candy, or Easter bunny Yah, daddy fucked it up Rollin' dice with the boys Yah niggas pay for pussy Whether it's at the tity bar Or outta the car Yah niggas pay for pussy OHH yah, Some niggas pay for pussy, oh yah Some niggas pay for pussy, oh yah Some niggas pay for pussy, oh yah Dem niggas pay for pussy, oh yah Niggas pay for pussy, oh yah |
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from Snoop Dogg - "Game Is To Be Sold..., The" (1998)
Niggas (Niggas), Bitches (Bitches)
Uhmm, this is some player shit right here Holler at my home girl on this one, Mia Moma Mia, Have you seen her (seen her) Yah, real G's shit. Tell me Moma Mia, niggas wanna G her (Snoop Dogg) Bitches wanna be her Motherfuckers can't see her Give it up for Moma Mia [Mia X] What chew you want to do nigga, is fine with me Name your game, scandalous sprees, or robberies Moving keys for your needs, from state to state I seen my braw take down your boy from around tha way If you fake IM gunna let you know from the top And leave that dick in your mouth, and put them infrared dots On your whole crew, nigga betta ask fo show Gunna let that ass know what's goin' down like Waco This is business, and who the fuck you think is runnin' this Mama, and who's the first to shoot that gun in this Mama, drama, layin' No Limit and when its intended my hands all up in it Now, we can do this like intelligent folk But fuck around, I be that second ward ignorant hoe Hard headed, with the soft behind, niggas real hittin' it So Snoop Dogg for the keepin' it real with a strength [Snoop Dogg] Now picture, Bonnie and Clyde, We side as we slide, Side by side, to keep this pimpin' alive Do a lick for me, set a trick for me, get us some chips It's all about you and me Mia, fuck that bitch You a fall girl, go get it all girl You in my world, IM gunna make sure you ball girl Do it for me, do it for you, now it's our world (Our world, It's our world, now go on and get it) Now everyone in my click know I don't love no hoes I don't quit bitch rush a boy to get a new set of them MOMO's Cus I attack 'Emm, crack 'Emm and smack 'Emm All on the same note, until that bitch is broke Charge it to the game, man it's a cold game But somebody gotta do it, that's real for shes'a It ain't easy, pimpin' to me is four girls on your team Down to scheme, aim to beam, for that cream Cross country track, greyhound buss ride Down to get your muthafuckin' fetti on, you hear me though There ain't no limit to what she does On the really, on to Philly, lemme get a ride on cus Ghetto love, and every thug need a little All I want is the money, motherfuck the middle No backbone is back on to get yah Unless you got a down ass sister to twist her, cant twist yah Bonnie and Clyde, We side as we slide, Side by side, to keep this pimpin' alive Do a lick for me, set a trick for me, get us some chips It's all about you and me Mia, fuck that bitch |
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from Snoop Dogg - "Game Is To Be Sold..., The" (1998)
[C-Murder]
For all them young niggas that didn't quite make it to another year To all my thugs in the grave This one is for my homies and my thug niggas A bunch of used to be paranoid drug dealers A bout 'it motherfucker standing on the block Ain't no limit to his heart, cause his veins is non-stop And constantly a nigga catching them cases With them death situations A nigga blast with no hesitation Mama I wanna now where my daddy at My only memory is a picture with a chrome gat I wanna do, like them gangsters do I wanna gangster walk I caught a bullet now I'm in some chalk Just another young nigga in a song Mama always told me gangster's don't live long After I'm dead can you still see me Do you really want to be me I'm just another bossaline I represent all them niggas trying to get paid But couldn't be saved Huh, y'all now what I'm talking about Chorus: C-Murder and Snoop Dogg To all my thugs in the grave See ya when I get there See ya when I get there repeat 4X [Mystikal] Ride nigga till I deduct Them things die nigga for fuck Fly. fly nigga Since you absent I'ma tilt the bottle hit the weed and get high for my nigga My partner my nigga My round in my trigger From the little shit I remember you was a down ass nigga I'm mad i missed shit you could have showed me (fuck) Shit still ain't the same even though my mama told me I keep your memories in my endeavors (nigga) Thank you for being my daddy, thank you for what you left us I swear to protect, and the only way to carry on, is carry on My nigga little Mike, my nigga G-Slim, and my cousin Larry gone I ain't trying to question God, but why so young That's why from daylight to night time I got my gun This fucking thing we call life ain't nothing but a phase That's why you better keep your faith,or you're that thug in the grave Chorus: repeat 4X [Snoop Dogg] Rest in peace khaki's creased From the east side of Long Beach Pouring out liquor, thinking about my homie Cause I can't understand how it went down We used to clown from town to town Claiming dogg pound Took you on lollapalooza with a nigga L0Dog you my nigga If you don't get no bigger Spanky Loco from the the dub, and Little Man from the I Dear God why them good niggas have to die I can't reminisce too long Cause I'm in a war zone If I sleep, slip, trip I might get blasted on So I'm gone mash on home but on the way I see some of my enemies And they tripping on me Cause I fuck with Master P But I;m heated, so beat it And another 87 case, I really don't need it Proceeded, I ain't gone cry for the homie Shit we gone celebrate Cause we now the homeboy is in a safer and better place Chorus: repeat 3X |
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from Snoop Dogg - "Game Is To Be Sold..., The" (1998)
Ya I don't know why you treat me so motherfuckin bad
You ain't gonna realize whats you got till its gone, thats real You gets no lovin, babe Girl you know I got you livin plush in the cut An every time I wanna dig you out You tell me "don't rush" Money stashin, you got me sneakin An we all alone in the zone, I be tweakin I almost got caught, my game is lethal I had to stay at my daddy's house, on the couch last weekend It's written on my face, an I can't even hide it So I decided, to ride it Roses are red, an Violets are blue Girl you got a nigga hooked, when you do whatcha do when ya do An now ya want a Benz for ya birthday An I been waitin to hit that ass since the first day I'm buyin you gifts, drape'in you out, with gold I'm showin you love, you's above any other hoe Tatoo wit my name on your tits An everytime I dip, I make sure to kick some chips Now bitch trip Chorus: You don't show me some love {show me love, for real, you gets no love, yea} You gets no lovin babe {you gets no love, you aint gonna miss it till it's gone} -2x- An that's on lust, an I trust thats you wont bust under pressure An I ain't even trip, when you dip wit them chips off the dresser An you didn't even have to fess up I just gave you another G, an told you "pick ya dress up" For the weddin, the settin was set 40 G's for your ring, you's a Queen sippin Moet I'm upset, an I don't even want to have jip out But baby didn't give it to me, ughh I was down at the alter, I seen Sister Salta Said "lady could you pray for me?" ughh I'm in a love affair, I can't share, it ain't fair Because my life is my wife, an that ain't right Cause I'm a do what I'm suppose to do, an what I was choose to do Wether it's buyin a house, or car, or some clothes for you I try to stay tru to it, see I ain't new to it Thats why I do for you boo, I need love too, three Chorus -2x- Snoop with background chorus -2x- See I done put it on the line, see this here is genuine An as long as you with me girl, see everything is gonna be fine See can't nobody match it, don't touch it, ya might scratch it This love affiar, it's so original, I call it classic See I'm attracted, an I'm infacturated At the same time, belated, an gang related, Dogg Pound on mine But to fine time to leave all that behind An tryin to spend some time an give you all of mine {what's that} ya see I ain't hard to get along with, to do a song with a nigga like D.J. Pooh Dedicate this whole thing, to a girl like you, boo, look here You know I'm true, just continue to do me like you want me to do you An, I hope we don't never have to, write another chapter Just keep it on the real wit me Cause I don't really wanna, see you on the corner Just show a nigga love ya see {gets no love, gets no love} Chorus -1x till fade- |
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from Snoop Dogg - "Game Is To Be Sold..., The" (1998)
Slow down cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby, slow down baby) It's wicked in these streets Slow down, cause I can't take the heat, slow down (Ohhhhhhhhh, slow down) It's wicked in these streets Snoop: Life ain't nothing but a big old twist A lot of times when I'm smoking I'm doing that just to reminisce It's funny, on how shit be A lot of money, make y'all wanna come get me But look here, I work hard for all the things I got And to hang with a nigga's just an intricate plot You smoke my weed, you try to bang my hoes And talk bad about a nigga, behind closed doors But look here dog, a hoe once told me loc Bite the hand that feeds you, and you'll wind up broke Bitch niggas don't deserve to kick it with rich niggas Nigga we seven figure niggas And we bigger than the biggest hip hop niggas in rap And when we get to spittin' make sure y'all step back You with that? Cause if you ain't clown, We from the D-O double G, we groupie true, and slow down Slow down (slow down now) cause I can't take the heat, slow down (I can't take the heat, I can't take the heat) It's wicked in these streets Slow down, cause I can't take the heat, slow down (Ohhhhhhhhhh, slow down) It's wicked in these streets Mia X: Ayyo Snoop (I used to) I used to cook up dope, ride with niggas Know about the hits, hang with killas Take the broads down for the jailhouse visits Keep my bed warm with a cutthroat nigga Have the card parties where the stakes was high Go shopping hit the club and then ???????????? Never had a day without no drama Half the OG's age, but they call me Mama Had the ganja overstuffed in the hefty bag Orange peels to kill the smell slanging with my dad I never thought about my life I swear y'all, for real Until my best friend Jill got killed and then I Dropped to my knees and called to the Lord Please change my ways cause I'm living too hard And too foul, how I'm gon' raise a child When I'm out here buck wild, damn, I had to slow down Slow down (slow down), cause I can't take the heat, slow down (Slow down baby) It's wicked in these streets (Slow down baby) Slow down, cause I can't take the heat, slow down (Slow down, slow down) It's wicked in these streets Mia X: Yeah, I slow my roll down to a pimp strut And started putting all this game on records for my come up From sun up to sun down, I'm trying to get my money Hata's ain't gon' stop me cause hatas can't run me It's funny when a bitch was livin' foul Every body seemed glad, but now they ????? Cause I'm flossing, boss ballin' guilt free And Feds can't take shit from me, so slow down Snoop: I got niggas shot niggas drop niggas for fun I ????? from these shoulders, I don't need no gun But it's the nineties, and niggas don't bump by the end of the round The clown bound to dump, young chump You don't wanna get caught up in my mix Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers, bitch We don't neva eva, talk no shit Unless we mack that shit up, nigga you get lit Slow your roll tuck your heat and watch the hatas Slow down (slow down), cause I can't take the heat, slow down (I can't take the heat) It's wicked in these streets (It's wicked in the street) Slow down, (I can't take the heat no more) cause I can't take the heat Slow down (I can't take it) it's wicked in these streets Slow down (slow down) cause I can't take the heat (Slow down) Slow down Slow your roll tuck your heat and watch the hatas Slow down slow down Slow your roll tuck your heat and watch the hatas |
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from Snoop Dogg - "Game Is To Be Sold..., The" (1998)
[Master P]
At ease I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank Money, power, respect, leadership, street knowledge and wisdom AHH YAH...D.P.G., yah D.P.G. Pop the Champaign Once you break this of you can't get twisted So pay attention and listen [Chorus] Welcome to my world nigga, and its V.I.P And the bitches and the bud for free (6x) [Snoop] Welcome to this world that you never thought existed And you got to be a soldier to be inlisted Listen, IM gunna take your mind, your body and your soul On a whole lil' trip just don't loose your grip Wait a second (Wait a second), were is the sack You don't have to ask no questions just jump in the back And leave your strap, cus there ain't none of that Were we goin', it ain't nuthin' but 808, beats and flauntin' Niggas showin' niggas love, hoes suckin' dicks That's how we do it, cus everything is in the mix Doggy Land, Doggy World, Snoop World whatever It don't matter cus we 'bout it, and homies down to do whatever Everything is legit, and the bitches the shit And niggas they give you love, cus dey down for it Now that's just how it goes, and all the hoes on me And everything is V.I.P, and that's on D.P.G Now nigga creep in, just like a liquor store Now nigga if you want a hoe, nigga just let me know I'll send a H, and when she gets you (got you) She with you forever, and ?? That's da D.P way [Chorus x 5] [Snoop] Wipe your feet before you enter in Now take a seat and peep dis beat and sip yo' gin Cus ain't no killin', everybody chillin' Steady stackin' paper from the floor up to the ceilin' Now in my world, a bitch is a girl And mans best friend is his ends, and his mothafuckin' benz But chall can't get in just cus you all say you chall down wit us And try to get around wit us, and hang around wit us, and clown wit us Hold on, this shit here is for the establishment Niggas that's havin' shit, and if you ain't roll on and stroll on This is the spot were the bangers at, the slangers at Were red and blue equals green, and we probably be black In fact we stack G's for them keys, so when we finished doin' deeds You all can't believe what we did provide an opportunity in the community, Tryin' to spread a lil' unity between you and me Since IM the mayor, I think I gotta say-ahh a lil' something Lets keep it jumpin' playa (playa), ain't to many places that you know about So everybody in the world, welcome to the muthafuckin dogg house [Chorus x 2] [Master P] UGGHHHH, picture me ballin' (ballin') 3rd world hustler out the ghetto of New Orleans Some say life is like a fairy tail (fairy tail) Did a song with Snoop Dogg, and it turned into a business deal But it ain't bout da ends, cus we all got matches and we all got benz's It's about riddin' with the homies (homies) Gettin rid of the fake and lookin' through the phonies And the haters can't stop this, check billboards, number one The only company with a profit, So say Ughh and How You Do Dat There It's No Limit and D.P.G. nigga we don't care [Chorus x 4] [Snoop] Yah, Snoop World Home of the No Limit Soldiers, Beats By the Pound You know how we do dis, ain't no stoppin' this We can't be stopped, we run da streets You feel me, da streets is ours Ain't no stoppin' this shit nigga Ain't No Limit neither, your lucky Yah, it's on for life Yah, gunna drive this tank overseas Gunna get these g's, while we smoke on these trees YAHH ! Welcome to my world nigga, and its V.I.P |
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from Snoop Dogg - "Game Is To Be Sold..., The" (1998)
Yeah yeah yeah I'm fin up in the corner in my
lowrider dogg. Ya heard me? *Top dollar with the gold flea collar dippin' in my blue Impala [DPG]* *Repeats throughout intro* [Yeah it's still a G thang] It's time for all the lowriders out there yeah all the dippers you like to get ya dip on hit a switch or two, bang a corna' sittin' on threes yeah right trip... It's like 4 & to the 5 & to the 6 & to the 7 I once was told that all doggs go to Heaven Well how ya been where ya been & what it look like? My game trump tight especially when it bump like four DPG's gettin' crazy & No Limit is the label that pays me! Ridin' 'round town layin' game down like Goldie & I remember what my momma showed me told me game recognize game & stay true to what ya do & don't be ashamed I got all my game from her sometimes I have to wonder how I keep from goin' under I'm a cold muthaf**ka I fall to my knees & thank God before I do my thang I don't know why, I love to gangbang See life ain't nuthin' but a twist anyway bitch anyway you can say what you wanna say Just don't get in my way 'cause I'm a mean old Fiend know C know & P know see loc We make music for the thugs and the bangers and the bitches. f**k you R&B singers She want a nigga with his khackies hangin' real low in a black rag Sixty-four hmm Rollin' down the street lookin' way clean bangin' that real s**t nigga like Al Green I'm headed straight to the LB forget it that's what they tell me Sell me everythang except some bulls**t and when it's time for the gunfight nigga pull quick Cause ain't nothin' butter but us and nigga you'll get wet up for f**kin' with my cheddar It's cold outside nigga grab ya sweater and that bad bitch you f**kin' with nigga she get ya set up Boy you done put all ya trust in that hoe didn't ya see what happened to the President niggaro livin' in a tight house big as the White House You f**ked around & stuck ya dick in that white bitch mouth What you talkin' 'bout? Fool I'm dirty like the South and to be real I feel that's how I'm comin' out Back on the hoe stroll highway pimp patrol put ya cuffs on ya girl nigga let her off parole Man nigga way cold with his game What's his muthaf**kin' name? Who me? I'm the capital S I don't f**k with stress N double O-P D-O muthaf**kin double G Coldest entertainer gangbanger since Alphonz Capone Count money like Basie police try to chase me Niggas try to replace me but you can't I'm ridin' in a tank I'm blowin' hella dank So whether ridin' in ya lo-lo or smokin' on some doe doe spread the word and take the fo' door The Last Don done hooked up with the muthaf**kin' King of the coast with the most here's a toast and Snoop Dogg is the representer through the niggas & G's through the LBC's and the Calio projects Brooklyn to Queens Chi-town woe now the Dogg Pound in the house everytime we touch down right next to my hometown D-town [Detroit] Eastside St. Louie [St Louie] Spokane get ya money man tic-tock Little Rock right next to Houston, Texas home of Rap-A-Lot we like to jack a lot gimme what ya got let me get that up out ya nigga I got ya somethin' for the summertime while it's hot and got the bitches posted up in the parkin' lot and guess what she want the nigga with the biggest nuts [Who dat?] A nigga who don't give a f**k Ya see niggas like me all we see is money, power moves, and a bitch a week And last but not least my nigga *B-O-Z* much love from the N.O. my nigga Feel me? and my little cousin D-A-Z forever nigga this DPGC and oh yeah Dr. D-R-E you know where I'm at nigga holla at me get at me holla at me nigga holla at a dogg that's real y'all niggas know what's happenin' It's still a [DPG] thang It's still a G thang *Top dollar with the gold flea collar dippin' in my blue Impala [DPG]* |
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from Snoop Dogg - "Game Is To Be Sold..., The" (1998)
Mystikal talking
We been holding back to motherfukin long Nigga fuck the dumb shit It's time to represent nigga It's time to represent nigga It's time to let you niggas now man Mystikal I'm the conscious in the toolbox that's coming for the carpenter I'm the mirror and the comb clipping the scissors that come from the barber ??? the godfather I'm one of the brand new number 2 pencils out the pencil sharpener I'm the scarlet water out the delta faucet I'm the rhyming I'm the artist I'm vomit in the toilet I'm the comet when it charges I'm the drama in New Orleans I'm the vegetables that grow in the garden All the weeds, dope,and coke at the parties I'm the M.I.C.H.A.E.L Tyler I'm the loud blackka, blackka, wakka, wakka coming rom behind yah I'm the stitches of the shirt that make the polo man trill inside the Timberland I'm the bells on trigger man Who? me that's who I'm the voice in the microphone coming from the booth I'm the ground when you think I'm the file on the shank I'm the pile in the bank I'm the round off the tank Chorus Mystikal and Snoop I'm that nigga Mystikal And I'm the Dogg That's that nigga I like to hustle and ball We them niggas Yeah tru tank dogs They them niggas You don't want to fuck wit at all repeat 1X Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga If you sleeping I'm sneaking buckle up nigga Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga If you sleeping I'm trippin buckle up nigga Snoop Dogg I'm in a club in New Orleans Just got finished eating a patch of chicken wings and some collard greens I'm down south in the house straight turning it out Got bitches in my face and I can slap they mouth With all the shit that they be tweaking Nigga be speaking Game leaking, but I'm streaking Snoop Dogg ain't leaking My game tough and tight See ain't nothing like This G-shit nigga LBC shit nigga I'm feeling I'ma fall of in this club tonight Where my old lady at, I'm trying to find a fight In this motherfucker mad drunk, stupid and shit Ready to take off on this moteherfuckin' trick ass bitch Old pussy ass nigga olooking at ne strange like he don't know what gang i claim I'ma doggpound gangsta till i fall off the planet God damnit, don't take it for granted biatch Chorus repeat 2X Biatch get your ming right mind right, get your mind right repeat 4X Boot up, or shut up Pussy ass nigga Put your set up,or shut up bitch ass nigga repeat 3X Where they at ho repeat 6X |
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from Snoop Dogg - "Game Is To Be Sold..., The" (1998)
[Master P]
Yo Snoop nigga. [Snoop Dogg] What's happenin? [Master P] I think I just seen the dog catcher around. [Snoop Dogg] Nigga what? [Master P] It go a little somethin like this here. [Snoop Dogg] Like this, woof woof. [Master P] Like this here, ya heard me? Chorus [Master P] Watcha goin do when we come for you [Master P/Snoop Dogg] If you a dog you better not run (Uhhhhh!) x2 [Snoop Dogg] See I'm tired of being broke, I like to smoke I love the west coast but I need a vacation bro I took me a ride down south I see the dog into bigger and better thing yall know what I'm talkin bout The game is to be sold, not to be told I'm a No Limit soldier and I'm off parole Nigga, let's put the pieces to the puzzle Now, every nigga that you hate would hate your cousin or your brother Nigga, let's keep it real Keep your eyes on your enemies cause some niggas kill And the bitches, they'll break ya Keep your dick in your pants nigga, cause they'll play ya Keep your dogs in the house Trill niggas from the street (woof woof) know what I'm talkin bout Never bite the hand that feeds you Cause you never know when your dog might need you Chorus x4 [Snoop Dogg] Went from halves to wholes, from wood to marble floors Fuckin with hoodrats to top notch hoes In my Rolls with the sunroof top I told you hoes that Snoop Dogg won't stop Tick tock, we got shit locked (say what) Goddamn it feel good to be sittin on top So let's toast to the gin and juice and champaigne Welcome to my world and Snoop is the name Nigga, and pass me the green sticky We only fuckin with the real nigga, you aint gotta lie to kick it Cause we aint picky if you lick it Or stick it, girl is you down with this quicky I gotta show to do in Europe and one in Japan So when you see me on stage Snoop Dogg is the name Nigga, yeah, that's real, huh Whatch yall gonna do when we come for you Chorus x4 |
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from Life In 1472 [Clean Version] by Jermaine Dupri [ost] (1998)
Biiiiiiiiiach What cha wanna do We're the Legion of Doom 1472 is the same cut throat and locs and plenty dopes can you cope You can call me Count Chocula I control all the bitches, Chi-Chi control the riches and fly surf the snitches Look up in the sky as the fly My herion wip, clip on hip, now trip on this A bunch of outlaws try to take my town set up shop, run me out, and cut me down And how that safe, when I'm the illa-superhero born and raised on that muthafucking underground Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em try to catch me slip 'em but now you about to be my victim I'm not aquaman but a aqua-boogie I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies And I spin a web any size you can call me to fly I walk walls and this is for all my dogs (WOOF!) I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates the many niggas get in it and try to paper hate It's fly, the rider maine and ri (man, man) I do it like a muthafucking rider And I represent all the time and I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside (eastside) -look out, look out, come out cause here comes the rider man (rider man), nigga I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em the more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em I swerve and collect, serve and protect never hit the streets without the ice on my neck I'm all about partying, hoes, and getting paper they call me Chi-Chi and do it up cape crusader Contact through the frame no mistakes to bank rules back in town and it's on us to shut 'em down now fly what cha wanna do (nigga what) Let's put this shit down my lil' homey Mr. Turner with the murder He got my back you know he put me up on game When they get up, they getting lite up, heat that shit up Enough sed, don't tell it, jus sell it we blowin' in the wind and we gunna ride til' we win young soldier stickin' to it we put the folger It's your turn gone get on up and get the light and don't forget to grab your strap Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't it's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down and you don't have to worry when we in your town Just a young muthafucker from the street forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock with a glock, pump-pump answer Throw your hands up nigga, yeah death's a callin went from petty deaf bank robber straight to ballin' Stop with us, walk with us as we bust through the doors 40's fallin' like parts in us off in dust steroes got many hoes in, plenty dope plus we fly as fuck Duct tape while room up, toe tag 'em have him feel the strength of a black magnum Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them as shown as them, set kissed like FM Life in 1-4-7 to the deuce, right then I slipped in the bullet-proof suit And swoop down on the bank ruler with the gats waiting for the permission to cancel his ass Handle his ass I love to see his guts and his blood spill and cracked up as I drugged as I rise flying up high with a 45 if a red demon in it from the sky Drop and i put the barrel right between his eyes and said you fuck with the Legion and now you must die We serve and protect all the hustlers and G's from the west to the north, south and back to the east No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) When we in your town (in your town) Look up in the sky (in the sky) No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) And you won't have to worry when we in your town (in your town....) |
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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 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 Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
77 MILLION DOLLARS MADE FROM WATCHIN ME CUM UNDER THE SUN ON MY VACATION, "AFTER HOURS ON SPECTRAVISION" SHOOTIN MY JIZZY JIZUM THE WOODY HAS RIZZY RISEN, I AIN'T GETTIN PAID TO ENTERTAIN YOUR BRIDAL SHOWERS, ROCKIN MY PORNO TAPE FOR HOURS AND HOURS, @#$%^&* ARE FEARIN ME IT'S BIGGER THAN RON JEREMY..
Cause IT'S THEM ASS CHEEKS THAT MAKE MY ASS WEAK AND I've BEEN RUNNIN WITH THE BLUEBALLS SINCE LAST WEEK, AND IF YOU ASK ME I'LL BE GLAD TO SPEAK UNTIL WE GET BUTT NAKED AND BREAK IT DOWN WITH NASTY. GET, GET NAKED Cmon baby make it hot GET, GET NAKED Ride the cock til ya hit the spot GET, GET NAKED Cmon baby make it hot Get NAKED DOIN IT DOGGY STYLE...... Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay ..Bow wow yippie yo yippie yay THE LITLE GEISHA HO FROM TOKYO WHO SAID SHE COULD BLOW, TEN DOLLAS LOVE ME LONGTIME IN A LIMO, FOR REALLY Doh, I'M JUST TRYIN TO FLY WITH THE FLOWS FREAK UP SOME HO'S BLOW UP THE SHOWS, MAKE A LITTLE Dough-HO AS IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW, BACK TO THE STRIPCLUB FREAKIN UP SOME HO-HOS SWINGIN MY DINGALING IT AINT NO THaNG. IT'S THose INTERGALACTIC HOS WHO CAME DOWN IN THOSE SPACE PROBES, FINE GREEN HIENAS REPRESENTIN WITH NO CLOTHES MIX MASTER MIKE MIX MASTER MIKE MAKIN THE PUSSY TIGHT NO JIMMY,NO GIMMIE,NO LUST IN THE METHODS OF MAYHEM WE TRUST,SO RIP OFF YOUR CLOTHES AND EXPOSE YOUR BUSTS Cause IT'S THEM ASS CHEEKS THAT MAKE MY ASS WEAK AND I've BEEN RUNNIN WITH THE BLUEBALLS SINCE LAST WEEK, AND IF YOU ASK ME I'LL BE GLAD TO SPEAK UNTIL WE GET BUTT NAKED AND BREAK IT DOWN WITH NASTY. GET,GET NAKED Cmon baby make it hot GET,GET NAKED Ride the cock til ya hit the spot GET,GET NAKED Cmon baby make it hot Get NAKED (lil kim's rap is not included) |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
POWER TO THE POSITIVE PEOPLE PLEASE PUSH YOUR PANIC BUTTONS STOP THE PRESS ITS THOSE HYPOCRITICAL JUDGIN CONDEMNIN PREACHERS WITH PENS BEHIND THEIR DESK, CONSISTENTLY DROPPING FICTICIOUS LIES LEAVING LIVES A MESS, WE PROTEST AGAINST THEIR NEGATIVE STRESS, TIME TIME TIME TO GET SOME SHITS OFF OUR CHEST, I KNOW THAT VIOLENCE DONT FIX DRAMA, IF YOU WANNA HAVE THAT GOOD KARMA, GO GO ASK YOUR MOMMA. DID YOU UNCOVER YOUR THIRD EYE, YEAH AND UTILIZE MY MENTAL TELEPATHY TO GET THEM AWAY FROM T-LEE AND THE REST POSSIE
CLICK CLICK CAMERA FLASH FREEZE FRAME A TIME FROM THE PAST, IF I HAD A GAT I PROBABLY WOULD BLAST, BUT LIVIN LIFE LIKE THAT LIFE PROBABLY WOULD NOT LAST, CAUSE SOMEBODY SOME DAY MAY DO UNTO YOU AS YOU DID ONTO THEM, LEAVE YOU SIX FEET DEEP IN THE GROUND YOUR LAST TOUR DATE IN A CASKET WITH NO QUADRO SOUND WHO SETS THE STANDARDS WHO SETS THE LINES WHO YOU, OR DO THEY RULE YOUR MINDS. WHO SETS THE STANDARDS WHO SETS THE LINES WHO YOU, OR DO THEY RULE YOUR MINDS. THE SNITCHES THE BITCHES BE TAKIN ADVANTAGES OF THE CHANCES THAT THEY BE GIVIN, CONFIDENTUALITY T-BONE GAVE A BROTHER LOVE AND HE TURNED THAT SHIT INTO 10-G'S, AND KNOW ITS HE WHO SAILS THE SEVEN SEAS LEFT US IN THE STUDIO TRACKIN OUR TRAX KNOW WERE GETTIN FREAKY-O, POPARAZZI GOTTA SATELLITE 24-7 ON MY HOMIE YO, UH-OH WITH A DIRECT LINE THAT GOES DIRECTLY LIVE TO THE TONIGHT SHOW WHERE THEY PREP LIKE CHEFS cuttin and choppin WITH THEir FAKE ASS VOICE O'S, YEAH AND SUPPORTIN A LOW LIFE SUCKA WHO STOLE A VIDEO TAPE OF MY BROTHA AND HIS WIFE WITHOUT THEIR CLOTHES, NOW THEY PACK THAT SHIT IN THE PUBLICS NOSE, BUT IRONICALLY MY FELLOW PEEPS BURN THAT TRASH UP IN OUR SHOWs who sets the standards who sets the lines who keeps feeding us ethnic separation, tax levels n levels of occupation we're all significant parts in this Universal creation who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! SEE WE SICK AND TIRED OF THEY TRICKS WE USIN VOO-DOO ON THE WHOLE RAG MAG CLICK, AND THAT HARD COPY SHIT HERE WE'RE GONNA GIVE EM A REAL TOPIC FOR THE NEW MILLENIUM REAL QUICK. who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
A seed become a flower, a cocoon becomes
a butterfly winter becomes spring time, and love becomes a child the clowds become the rain the sad becomes the pain inside cryin' becomes a game, yeah, yeah, and smoke becomes the flame, Im a father to my son, yeah, Im a son to my father you cannot dismiss I'm living proof of metamorphosis Tilo - Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin it doesn't matter if your black budohist or asian we all possess the power, concrete like a tower so delicate seed becomes a flower! x2 Tommy Lee - A bot becomes a man, a song becomes a memory of a time in your life, a river becomes an ocean, and life becomes undone. Feelings become emotion, a marriage becomes a devotion for the rest of your life, the bordem becomes the same, and guilt turns into pain..Im a father to my son, yeah, Im a son to my father you cannot dismiss I'm living proof of metamorphosis Tilo - Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin it doesn't matter if your black budohist or asian we all possess the power, concrete like a tower so delicate seed becomes a flower! x2 Tommy Lee - Im a father to my son, yeah, Im a son to my father you cannot dismiss I'm living proof of metamorphosis Tilo - Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin it doesn't matter if your black budohist or asian we all possess the power, concrete like a tower so delicate seed becomes a flower! x2 |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
U-GOD - The blade is much colder
slaughter house lava shit boiling Point molten rocky mountain cocky guitar string four star ninja claw to the jaw of course you know the force the War I bring cut sting before I snub nose em cement toes em to death the core scuff em some more then I hose em some more the braveheart slave whirlwind all in the all I might trip, slip or stagger yo but I wont fall Iron body be my hobby, bringin' you bastards bio rhythm fly so now blowin' a gasket shelltoe elbow slow gun ho pro methods of mayhem mantis bury your face in the canvas quick, THE I VANISH. |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Its a mother fucking method..
Are you ready for the tweekend? Come on baby.. It dont stop.. Come on baby.. FORGET ABOUT REHAB! Gimme More The drugs are so advanced "Why get involved with a rockstar with a troubles history" Are you ready for the tweekend? Come on baby.. "Tommy seemed to know the difference, he just didnt care" FORGET ABOUT REHAB! Wow, this is amazing Give me another one, Gimme more The drugs are so advanced |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Now im shedin my skin ya gotta listen to me ill tell ya what I
see never believe whatcha read the shit is spreadin like a disease never feel withdrawn time to move on get your groove on say goodbye everything must die solidify and fly to a new level a place where love is unconditional physical and non-denomiational Tommy Lee - Like a snake shed my skin leave my past where i've been...can you feel what I feel to hold on must be killed don't cry over whats been spilled, can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? Kid Rock - See the kid rock bumpin up and down your block with no cares long hair swingin middle fingers in the air people stare n point I hit the joint and laugh - kiss my ass, the past is more than 10 years i've known from a complete unknown to the hot zone, million dollar home and a diamond ring never thougt i'd amount to a damn thing, I'm the man sing like Curtis May mack on ho's like Ruby Ray, its been a long time comin' but you know whats happenin... straight pimpin' im sitting five times platinum Tommy Lee - Like a snake shed my skin leave my past where i've been...can you feel what I feel to hold on must be killed don't cry over whats been spilled, can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? =2x |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Are you tired of hanging out in your
car and getting sweated by the boys in blue? Tired of getting shot by your best friend and not recieving any medical attention cause of lack of insurance? If these are a few problems that plague you and your friends, this november when you go up that ballid box and you see the proposition marked |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Hello, This is the Operator with a Collect Call from the
LA County jail from Tommy. Will you accept the Charges? Theory of Relativity to fear your Duality a drift back in my memory Searching for something significant deep within of me I wanna travel the world and the 7 seas adventure to the desert with some water and plant a seed kick down some of my energy now i can see things that before i could never see a new dimension filled with knowledge and harmony One brotha to anotha kick back and play a drum Chorus: Rely what lies deep within your mind between you and me look inside and you'll find Rely what lies deep within your mind between you and me let the blind lead the blind Who the Hell Cares where the fuck you come from Who the Hell Cares where the fuck you come from Who the Hell Cares where the fuck you come from Who the Hell Cares where the fuck you come from Make your moves, get ya dibs Nigga fuck them kids talkin' this shit bout you dogg, they don't know how it is thats on the up dogg. you know what? mutha fuck y'all cause i'm the top dogg, big dogg big ball on the block gettin' money, fuckin' hos and rockin' hip-hop Methods of Mayhem with D-O double G-Y and we ride, slidin' to a whole different beat on the street bang bang chitty chitty I'm a crazy nigga from the mad ass long beach City I'm not your neighbour, I'm a gangsta with the flavour and the Ill Behaviour Chorus Cut it direct Chorus |
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