[Intro:]

[Snoop]
Yeah man, this shit here gonna be bigger than the O.J. case
[Tray Deee]
What?
[Snoop]
His dick
[laughter]
[Tray Deee]
Another blast from the Long Beach section
Break gangsta shit (Wake up)
I thought these fools knew

[Verse 1: Tray Deee]

Out on the scout I'm about my papers
cos 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 Tek9
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

[Chorus: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

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......

[Verse 2: Tray Deee]

I break fools off like lepresy
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

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]

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......

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]

Uh, gonna work that motherfucker and do the percolatin
cos 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...

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]

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....

Intro:
G shit, LBC shit, remember how it used to be?
Mmm, you remember so much
No we didn't, see if you can remember this shit

1982 now what was I to do
All I wanna do ic claim RTC
Cuz all of my homies from ICG
So we gon do this thang for tha LBC
Cuz we all one love and yeah this tha dub
On my eleven gettin slicker
Buyin liquor from a non-liquor store
Quick to dick a hoe and get tha big homie for a 64
He ain't gon miss it though
Cuz I'm too slick for him to notice it was gone
But I fucked up and scraped his chrome
Now he's tryin to take my dome
Hangin out all in front of my home
Now I got to getsome of my chrome on my own
Now it's really on
Cuz I'm a dome this nigga and get him for his shit
Put tha switches on his riches
Now his bitch is my bitch
Ain't that a trip how I'm a crip
But I won't hesitate to test another rip
See thats the plan I was brainwashed not to know
But nigga fuck what you goin through this 2-0
And by tha time I'm 17 if I ain't in tha pin
I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin again
Ridin, hoo-bangin like Mack 10
Back on tha streets again and strapped in
I'm lookin for tha niggas wit tha wrong fingas up
Nigga I don't give a fuck, nigga I don't give a fuck em
Straight bang, bang, bang, bangin, bangin

Chorus:
Shoot em up, shoot em up bang bang
It's all fair in tha gang bang
x2

I feel like livin it up
I mean will like livin it up, you know
Bang to tha boogie and boogie to tha bang
Tha sound of mi nina when she feel tha need to sang

I got a gang of bitches who ride for me now
Not to mention tha homeboys locked down in tha p now
See now tha road get shaky but you can't break
Watch out for them hoodrats, snakes
Cus E told me a little story that left me kinda hurt
The lil homie did too much dirt and got worked
Now he's on the run and dyin of thirst
Stayin at his girls spot on 21st
And when he gets snitched on that ain't tha worst
Cuz he might not make it to tha last verse
But meanwhile back in tha p now
Me and my niggas is representin LBC style
Straight hoo-bangin and slangin cigarettes
I shank ya baby brotha just to get a rep
We straight bangin

*Chorus x4

This is Dogg Pound for life
This is Dogg Pound for life, yeah right
What you join tha game for you lil busta
Now you wanna cross us out and disrespect us
Musta thought we was bustas or sumthin
I drop two niggas I don't need you niggas
Thats tha one thang I learned about tha gang bang
If you gon gang bang
Ya gots to be able to bang like yourself man
So whether you bangin for crip or blood
You better bang for sumthin young thug
Cuz you'll get banged on not by bangas
But by Johnny Law cuz they love to hang us I hear ya
I ride wit ya dogg if you can get me to tha border
My baby mama flipped out and dipped out wit my daughter
I oughta trip on that bitch I oughta flip on that bitch
I can't trip cuz she look like my daughter and shit
So I'm a load up my clip and go ridin high
And every police car that I see ridin by
I autograph their car wit my brand new lid
Drinkin to tha set and hope my dogg young have head
Throwin up DPG for L-I-F-E cuz thats all I see
Wit love for the LB

chorus (w/ Snoop)

Песня: D. O. G. ’s Get Lonely 2 Текст песни

[snoop talking]
What’s up baby can I get with you?
Its called dogs get lonely 2
Bow-wow

[chorus]
I don’t 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 it’s 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 ain’t 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

[snoop talking]
What’s up baby can I get with you?
Its called dogs get lonely 2
Bow-wow

[chorus]
I don’t 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 it’s 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 ain’t 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

(snoop) up out of there
(tupac) *chuckles*
Ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party
(snoop) pump that up g
(tupac) ahh shit, you done fucked up now -- ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party
You done put two of america’s
Most wanted in the same
Motherfuckin place at the same ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party
Motherfuckin time, hahahahah
Y’all niggaz about to feel this ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party
Break out the champagne glasses
And them motherfuckin condoms
Have one on us aight? ? ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party

Verse one: 2pac, snoop

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention’s to get richer
With the s-n double-o-p, dogg my fuckin homey
Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs

Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run
Now I’m back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome
Free tupac, is all that’s on a niggaz mind
But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine
So i’ma get smart, and get defensive and shit
And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit

So now they got us laced
Two multimillionare motherfuckers catchin cases (mmm)
Bitches get ready for the throwdown, the shit’s about to go down
Uhh, me and snoop about to clown
I’m losin my religion, I’m vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game, but you got the grooves missin
Niggaz be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
I got, nuthin but love, for my niggaz livin lavish

I got a pit named p, she niggarino
I got a house out in the hills right next to chino
And i, think I got a black beamer
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like bugsy seagel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in the regal
Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba
Ya see, this is for the g’s and the keys motherfucker

Now follow as we riiiiide
Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the west side
And I can make you famous
Niggaz been dying for years, so how could they blame us
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailin these, motherfuckin g’s
If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant
2 of amerikaz most wanted

Chorus:
Ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party
Ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party
(tupac) nuthin but a gangsta party... ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party
Nuthin but a gangsta party
It ain’t nuthin but a
Motherfuckin gangsta party ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party
Nuthin but a gangsta party
It ain’t nuthin but a
Motherfuckin gangsta party ain’t nuttin but a gangsta party

Verse two: 2pac, snoop

Now give me fifty feet
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatever’s left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief
Better be prepared when you try to fuck wit me
I bust a flea, these niggaz must be crazy what? ?
There ain’t no mercy motherfuckers who can fade the thugs
(hahah right) you thought it was but it wasn’t, now dissapear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player

It’s like cuz, blood, gangbanging
Everybody in the party doing dope slangin
You got to have papers in this world
You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl
Ya doing ya job, every day
And then you work so hard till ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is
You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun’s kids

They tell me not to roll with my glock
So now I gotta throat of rage
Floatin in the black benz, tryin to do a show a day
They wonder how I live, with five shots
Niggaz is hard to kill, on my block
Keep a promise see if you’re related
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, try to get up on it
My nigga dogg with me, eternally the most wanted

Chorus

[Dr. Dre]
Niggers that I used to know and sell dope wit'
Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit,
And let me know what's up and they can blast on,
Thinkin' about the homeys that passed on.
Death Row come to show you all the game at,
And show you how my label got the name that
So many wanna see me, and time is money,
But never in the P-E-N, yo.
Welcome back to Viet Nam, California.
Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me warn you.
Every motherfuckin minute you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 niggers that just died.
Walkin' down the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on this spot gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' like this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps peelin' back.
So creep when you in the C-P-T.
You catch heat from fuckin' with' the D-R-E.
I got my eyes on the shit unfolding.
And there ain't gonna be no trippin'
Cause they know the type of shit that I be holding.
If there's another word said,
I'll let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga.

Yeah, and you don't stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you don't stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop

[Snoop Dogg]
3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
Head away, sent away, get away Snoop's got a gun,
And he's lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's time to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the streets with my khakis and my scars,
Nuts full of cavi and I'm headed for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, cause I'm fresh out,
But I got to make my green, and plus they all fiend
Follow me, they keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga that you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 pigs on a block with me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna knock with me,
A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the motherfuckin' D-O-G, comin' from the L-B-C.
Look at what the doc brought in,
A chrome 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 10
So what you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the mothafuckin 22
so if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"

Yeah, and you don't stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you don't stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop

Splat to a motherfucker face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to load the glock again.
Hit 'im with the hollow points and watch him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do this quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the clip went click.
Tried to detect, but did not detect perfect
So I creep on that ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to stop from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a full six pack.
Relax, cause I'm about to take my respect.
I aimed the twelve gauge straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! then I fade into the wind.
1-8-7 and it's on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip,
Niggas keep your hands on your motherfuckin' shit.

Yeah, and you don't stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you don't stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop...

[Nate Dogg]
Just yesterday I had to turn a bitch away
I got to many on my side - I got to many in my face
Come ride with me
Take you where the gangstas play
Often heard but seldom seen
Thats the way that its supposed to be
When you do see me
Mobbin wit a gangsta lean
Got a piece by my side
You can ride baby close your eyes girl

[Chorus: Nate Dogg, Butch Cassidy, & Kokane]
I'm so cool
Cool.....cool.....cool.....cool.....cool.....cool.....cool

[Butch Cassidy]
It's me I'm back again
It's never gonna end
I know y'all heard it all before
I just gotta give ya more
Catch me rollin in the night
If I turn off my lights
The eastsidaz in the game
You hear my voice and know my name
You should bang this down on your block
All through your hood
Burnin trees...burnin trees
Ladies let the music run right through you
Just like I'll do - Butch Cassidy

[Chorus]

[Tray-Dee]
I'm so cool I that I sweat ice cubes when I'm heated up
Take this move, this groove and still G it up
Stroll so slow you swore my leg was broke
Pimpin hoes down south, back east to west coast
Im Tracy Dee but think of me as mr. freeze
Gangsta leanin on the scene on them twisted deez
Big ballin mad doggin like a gangsta ride
As I exit I step with my stacey shine
I'm so cool but motherfcukers know I'm a fool
Ten times outta ten catch me toaten the tool
Laid back or stay strapped for pay back
To think that I'm slippin then crippin from way back
Now let me break it down a notch
Smooth like I do when I pound the cock
We cold motherfuckas holdin down the block
Everybody knowin that tha dogg pound is hot
We so cool now

[Kokane & Goldie Loc]
If everybody turn there radios on at twelve o'clock
We'll make the world pop

[Goldie Loc]
It's too good right now
Blunkey blunkey
Remmey remmey
Plenty gumbo
Snoop gimme some mo'
Swakin that like a damn fool
Acedemics stacey adams feelin way to cool
Theres alot things that make me wanna frown though
But I'm grinnin like a motherfucka
Throwin dogg pound up
Snappin my fingaz stompin my feet
It's what you get from a gangsta with these hard ass beats
I'm cool as fuck and don't say to much
Talk shit to the homies cuz they know whats up
As the gangstas go dead diggle my niggle
Still got patience still makin niggaz
I just wanna be myself
What I receive from the homies is help
We had a conversation today about who aint pitchin in
Keep suckas away that don't fit in
I'm so cool

[Chorus]

[Kokane mumbling until the end]

f/ Tha Dogg Pound (Daz Dillinger and Kurupt)

* send corrections to the typist

[Kurupt]
Now this side gangsta walk (say what?)
And this is how gangsta's talk (like that?)

[Breakdown: Kurupt]
Tell 'em how we do, tell 'em what we do
This is what we do nigga - gangsta's talk!
Tell 'em one more time - gangsta talk!
All the homies in the hood - gangsta talk!

[Kurupt]
To my nigga Eastwood - gangsta talk!
Kurupt and Daz - gangsta talk!
Gangsta's ride, uhh, do what gangsta's do
Bandanna hangin from the rear view
Too smart, know them up, hold 'em up (though)
We could go head up, and I'll fold 'em up slow
There's a gangsta loose, callin all cars
Just left the house in some blue Allstars
Passin by on them thang, it's a brown MC
Niggaz goin buffin DPG (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Niggaz mad Dogg bumpin a bank account (wood)
But I don't recognize the busta
So I hit up the hood, wit one hand on the heater
The other in the air, Dogg Pound gangsta's yo, we don't care
I gots to watch myself - especially my health, before anything else
My life, my wealth, I'ma G, and I do what gangsta's do
And they do it like me and my G Tray Deee

[Snoop Dogg]
Bitch talkin shit, huffin a dip
Call up my niggaz and say "Yo, don't even trip"
DAZ and my nigga Kurupt
Came through and a MC scooped me up
Aiiyo, I got the ? I usually does
Young Gotti in the back seat fucked up cous'
Man it's ashame how my gang-gang-bang
No disrespect but, hey, we want thangs
In the ? lets see what quest ? seas
Eightball slippin, Dogg Pound trippin
Back in the mo', where we don't give a fuck
My baby brother NYA, and just he got stuck
By them same motherfuckers who supposed to be killin me
Peelin me, and ya niggaz ain't feelin me
Bad news, seem to travel fast
When you on the mask, and all about'cha cash
All my niggaz in the ?, gangsta talk
And all my homies sippin Hen', gangsta talk
If ya can't get out, and you mad as hell
Say "Biatch," that'll make ya sound for real

[Daz Dillinger]
Haha..
Fuck wit us we, gon' hurt somebody
Fuck wit us we, gon' hurt somebody
Only gone, Dillinger, Young Gotti
Fuck wit us we, gon' hurt somebody

Cha-pow! Layin all these wack niggaz down
Churned out, blowned out, work high, hell
Whattup? I see my niggaz all in the cut
Layed back, actin a nut, waitin 'till we 'rupt
No remorse, as we bust, let her feel the dust
Let 'em do what we gotta do, fuckin shit up
Let it be known - Daz Dillinger, rough to the bone
And all alone through ya neighborhood at high exhaust
High stylin and profilin, niggaz comin after me
In actuality they face the technicality
Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy
Everywhere a nigga die for the salary
Pray to God, pray to Lord, watch after me
Prepair the back sniff streets mentality
It's the gang and we mad and we walk and we stalk
and we do what we do after dark
Niggaz keep doin what the fuck they gotta do
and we do what we do when we mash wit our crew bitch (ssh!)
Dillinger, willin ya and killin ya
Doin what I gotta do, it's blood that I'm spillin ya (yeah)
All over your floor; tell the fat guy "Ignore"
Break down your door and let kick ya one more!

Gangsta strait out! (bitch)
To the flat like that
Like whaaat, like this, like whaaat
(like this, like that)

[Kurupt] Now this is how gangsta's walk
And this is how gangsta's talk
[Daz] Whattup!?

[Breakdown]

[Kurupt]
The homie Big Style, gangsta talk
The homie Tray Deee, gangsta talk
Yeah Bad Azz, gangsta talk
The homie Technique, gangsta talk
Supafly, gangsta talk
Kurupt and Daz, gangsta talk
All my hoes, gangsta talk
All my bitches, gangsta talk
All the homies, gangsta talk
Tell 'em on more time, gangsta talk
Biatch! Gangsta talk..

[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, this is how the gangsta's talk
Yeah, yeah, gangsta walk
All the real G's out there
I know you gettin yo gangsta walk on right now
Y'know all the real mack's out there
gettin they gangsta talk on right now
Yeah, DPG, as you can see
We in the place to see
We not talkin 'bout history, or biology
We just talkin 'bout g-eology
Strait up, gangsta walkin
We just gangsta talkin
DPG - we're gangsta's meant the world go..

[Intro]
Snoop D-O Double to the G
Double to the G
G-G-G
Double to the G
Snoop D-O Double to the G

[Jamie Foxx]
Hey you, out there
Fat ass, good hair
Hell with my homies
I wanna kick it with you
Cuz I got my swilla
Packed to the cilla
For what you heard
Don't be scared
Tell me what's the deal-a

Go, go, go, go
(Snoop D-O Double to the G)
Go, go, go, go

[Snoop Dogg]
Ay, what's yo name
and who you with?
Have a see baby girl
Come and limp with a pimp
Relax, you know I got this shit
Split that squishy
While I pop this Kris
Yea girl, its the D-O dub
How you feel
on the real
I wanna be yo thug
Now
I wanna treat it like its never been treated
Mixin and fixin and beat it and beat it

[Chorus]
Psst!
Baby let me holla at you
Psst!
I'm tryna throw these dollas at you
Psst!
Boy what you want?
(Snoop D-O Double to the G)
Psst!
Tell me what you want
Psst!
Baby let me holla at you
Psst!
I'm tryna throw these dollas at you
Psst!
Boy what you want?
Psst!
Tell me what you want

[Jamie Foxx]
Your love so bold
And so cold
Like a fridgerator
You work that ass
(Snoop D-O Double to the G)
Up and down
Like an elevator

[Snoop Dogg]
Dont you wish yo boyfriend was a gangsta like me?
But he ain't
And don't drink slow
And think slow
Cuz hey
I crack a bitch every motherfuckin day
And I'm likin it
Lovin it
Twerkin it
And then you dippin it
Diggin in
Workin it
Why you wanna go an do that?
Its not T.I
The boss with the horse
Snoopy D-O double G-Y
And I'm settin the tone
You know
Me and you we need to be gettin it on
In a real way
Its so major
Me and J. Fox wanna fly ya'll to Asia
So what's stoppin ya'll
Let's get it poppin ya'll
A little somethin for the head
Like a tylenol
Groove
And do yo doo
And don't play with it
Go and make yo move

Boy what you want
(Snoop D-O Double to the G)
Tell me what you want

[Chorus]
Psst!
Baby let me holla at you
Psst!
I'm tryna throw these dollas at you
Psst!
Boy what you want?
Psst!
Tell me what you want
Psst!
Baby let me holla at you
Psst!
I'm tryna throw these dollas at you
Psst!
Boy what you want?
Psst!
Tell me what you want

[Jamie Foxx ]
Girl you know you're show stoppin
When you get that body rockin
Let's roll these trees on ya
(Snoop D-O Double to the G)
so we can dose up on ya

[Snoop Dogg]
Snoop Dogg and J. Foxx
We're lookin for some dream girls
Close your eyes baby
And dream on this
Yea
(Snoop D-O Double to the G)

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Snoop Dogg feat. Kurupt, War Zone Goldie Loc, Kam, Mc Eiht - Don't Stop

[Intro: Snoop]
You in the War Zone
Ha ha, yeah, uhh.. THX, uh, uh
I wanna go universal one time man
I wanna talk to the whole world man
Cause, cause I know niggaz
I know niggaz feel this shit man, e'rywhere man
Don't matter where you at you gotta feel this cuz
Trip

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
If you see the police - don't stop!
You got your heat on the seat - don't stop!
My nigga ball 'til you fall - don't stop!
And break a bitch like a law - don't stop!
My nigga get yo' cash - don't stop!
Oh, you keep the stash in the dash? Don't stop!
Oh, you like to scrape and crawl? Don't stop!
Well, we do it with no breaks at all - don't stop!

[Kam]
Yeah, okay, yeah - don't stop, don't quit
You don't wanna get dropped? Don't pop no shit
I'm tellin niggaz now, off top, real spit
Like it or not, we who you got to deal wit

[MC Eiht]
Geah - we at your service
You in the War Zone now so don't be nervous
... And it don't stop
Everybody drop shit bottom to the top

[Goldie Loc]
Uhh, they want me to stop cause I been goin hard on them lately
And I feel raising my right hand sayin, "Motherfucker don't make me
slap ya ass for not bringin back the cash
Now do it with no breaks trick and get it real fast"

[Kurupt]
One of you niggaz gon' feel these bullets
Six cannons, loaded, cock and pull it
West gang, ridin out that's all we do
West gang nigga I ain't gotta explain it to you
Let's bang

[Kam + (Snoop)]
Yeah, if you gettin down to the sound (don't stop!)
If you gotta dump a few rounds (don't stop!)
If some punk clown flags you down (don't stop!)
If you don't come from the town (don't stop!)

[MC Eiht + (Snoop)]
If you tryna hang with the gang (don't stop!)
If you makin money tryna slang (don't stop!)
If the neighborhood's where you hang (don't stop!)
If bustin shots is yo' thang (don't stop!)
Geah

[Kurupt]
Look - what'chu tryna do my nigga?
E'rything you talkin 'bout I been through my nigga
I'm original, busta I'm a D.P.G.
War Zone motherfucker in the midst of the streets (nigga)

[MC Eiht]
Geah, you get it and go
When the boys roll past, you're lettin 'em know
Heat in the waistband, gang of tattoos
Compton, Eiht don't stop for you fools

[Goldie Loc]
Won't stop learnt it on 'em, I gotta eat chief
Now getcha ass in my way, I'm snatchin you up by your lil' briefs
Now rock twice and do your hand like this
If you not then stop representin this gangsta shit

[Kam]
So we bangs the clip, the main West G spot
Compton, Long Beach, S.E. Watts
Where niggaz is more sick, more dumb, more gone
Trick, you know where I'm from, the War Zone

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
Don't stop, don't stop!
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!

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Snoop Dogg - Think About It

Yeah man...

"You know it's easy to talk about.. doin somethin
but when it comes down to the action part, the most folks take a little
light vacation"

[Snoop Dogg]
Mmmm.. I was just thinkin to myself man
Y'know this Blue Carpet Treatment record is deep to me
And I need to let my peoples know how deep it is to me
On some real talk like...

It's like lookin and poppin and seein whoppers and movers
Despite a Guidant, I try to be hard on the low
Nobody's guidance so I decided to sleep by the do'
Open my mind try to slip inside my grandpa's fo'
Driftin off into another stage of life
Nigga paid ya price and big homies made ya fight
Niggaz ain't wanna see ya nigga be-bop, no
Toe for toe, I beat a nigga down to the flo'

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Incredible, forgettable, better blast, past, to move the mind
Many men were eradicated by music minds
Open ya eyes and take ya time to visualize
And once ya decide to move ya mind in due time
It's so erotic, if it ain't exotic, it's gettin naughty
Freeze and groove, get rowdy, rowdy; girl move ya body
It's melodic, I'm bein honest and modest
You done fucked off my whole rap flow, think about it

[Snoop Dogg]
Fuck that nigga, I'ma do it right
Thangs ain't movin right, I don't think that you would like
for me to be mad, saying, "Niggaz can't stand me"
Sittin at home, watchin motherfuckers at the Grammy's
Wishin I was there, naw nigga I don't wish no more
I'm the big cat, fish in the bowl
Basically you hear these rappers out here using my flow
They need Snoop on they song to make they shit official though
In dismissible, police a nigga, modern day KMI
Takin my time, chronolizing my rhyme
Writing my rhyme, tryin to get intellectual
Directing the weather, makin my negative records more intellectual
Tryin to change the direction of flowin
And sayin, born sayin, "You know I get live-er when I get fluent"

Ain't been nobody to change game since King came
Same thing, same lane, hit it and ya get banged
Word to Rob Bass, just make the music dope
Thangs don't change man, it's so remarkable
And they don't know how to do it 'cause they don't flow that way
Go that way, roll that Jay
Roll my tape and take me back the day you were phony
You're so into what ya doin but you can't get into it
You can't talk and now ya ruined but y'know I'ma do it
And now you doin it, they booing like, "You blew it! You blew it!"
I'm dippin through the universe, make 'em move the verse
Through the Luda-verse, hit the boota first
You can never beat a hoe, lemme show you how to treat a hoe
If you likin me, follow me, you so believable
(So...) Got a way to get his own music out
Record executive, bounce ballin and actin bad
Take my time, with my.. great mind
Take 'em out, make mine, kicked about it
Thanks to niggaz who might make it illegal
And not rival the Beatles, and rock, rockin my peoples
And fly, fly like eagles been doin the shit like liters
And hittin y'all with heaters and walkin in my Adida's
I continue to bust, then I switched up to chucks
Givin niggaz a puff, still givin it up
Beanie Sigel what up? Real niggaz is up
On the scheme with my team, yeah Daz and Kurupt

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
We bust 'til we buss 'em up
(Lay Low), I know they told you not to fuck with us
Layin and playin, and sayin man, walkin in vain
Anxious for fame, my nigga tryin to walk in my lane
And tryin to.. walk in my shoes but they just don't fit
You couldn't spit the shit that I spit 'cause I'm the shit
And this is it, legit, let's split the chips
And fix, and move the work and hurt that bitch
I'm through with this! [crowd cheers]