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Verse 1
let me holla at'cha man (keepin' it grown)
What's up, homie?
Word is on the streets
Your beats gon' be delicate since Dre done
shook the speeds out, man
Verse 2
So that's what makes
me now?
Nigga, I don't give a fuck
Verse 3
about no beat
Fm
Check this out man
(I hear ya Dogg)
It's a cold, cold thing
(It's a cold thing)
For real (hmm)
Verse 4
Than the President do sometimes
Niggas be tryna get at me 'cause
I be droppin' funky rhymes
What the fuck is goin' on? This rap
actin' way too funny
Doin' too much,
you know what I said from the get- go
What the fuck's goin' on
Y'all tryna play it low pro'?
to act just like an alcoholic
And step into the game,
Fm
Bbm
Fm
I'm takin' off from the get- go
I ain't givin' him no room
to try to get me first
Feelin' the world (feelin' the world) but
'Cause I'm gon' keep makin' money
(keep makin' money)
And everything is still together
Havin' papers, man,
now what y'all niggas doin'?
Oh, y'all broke on the corner
drinkin' y'all drink?
Wanna be doin' what I'm doin'
'Cause I'm takin' trips around
Verse 5
state to state
What y'all wanna represent but
y'all can't represent me
'Cause y'all don't got no dollars,
no cents (dollars, no- )
I'm movin' on,
groovin' on and I'm movin'
Makin' more moves than
the average Cuban
Tryna get G's across the town,
tryna make more hits
And tryna get my game tight and get at
your bitch (and get at your- )
Now, if she wants to get with this
She gon' come holla at a player,
though
'Cause she know that Snoop Dogg
has got that white Rolls- Royce
And she wants to jump in,
bring a friend (bring a friend)
'Cause everything is like alphabet,
come on in (come on in)
Come on in and bring a friend and you can come
on back (come on back)
'Cause when you do,
we gon' be sippin' on some Cognac (Cognac)
It's on me, I'm feelin' good
tonight (tonight)
'Cause I'ma do mines and
I'm gon' keep everything tight
I ain't lettin' nothin' leak 'cause
if things leak then I'm get caught
And I can't get caught
Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who
Gettin' 18.5 percent, half your life
no no, no way Dogg (no way)
I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too tight
I'm guaranteed to get away
from some shit like that
Ain't that right? (That's right)
'Cause, uh, when you playin' this
game you got to be a real player
You can't be no fake- ass nigga talkin'
'Cause if you ain't with the game
The game ain't gonna be wit' you
And I can put that on everything
includin' you (includin' you)
Verse 6
before the year 2000
Will be detained or deceased
No justice, no peace
Yeah, the truth hurts,
if you scared go to church (to church)
Verse 7
it, gettin' five points
Step back for a second,
I'm finna put some fire to this joint, mmh
It's the bomb, niggas finna blow up like Atlanta
at the Olympics (Atlanta at the Olympics)
Niggas be trippin' (niggas be trippin') but
I be pimpin' (but I be pimpin')
I don't be trippin' off no nigga at all,
no bitches
Just tryna get money,
I don't even be trippin' off no switches
now I like Eastsiders (Eastside)
I put 'em down wit' me and make 'em hit makers,
y'know what I'm sayin'?
I love the Lakers now 'cause now they got
Shaq O'Neal (Shaq O'Neal)
It's time to make a million dollars
and that's for real (for real)
See we gon' blow up and show up and throw
up nothin' but Dogg Pound
Guaranteed to put it down and
we'll be around in your town
So just sit in your seats and wait
'til we come through
Until we do just keep sportin' gray
and blue
Or whatever (or whatever) you do
just stay true to what you do
'Cause we gon' keep doin'
what the fuck we got to do
Now, follow me now and listen
to the instructions
'Cause the game's gon' get deep,
now niggas is tryna creep
Tryna get up on game but they don't
All of a sudden everybody
wanna diss DP (diss DP)
Now, what we look like? (what we
(nigga) that ain't right
I should get upset but I'ma
Chill for a second (what's up, baby?), Spit
at some hoes
Drinkin' my drank,
smokin' my dank (that's right)
Countin' my bank,
mh, that shit stank (yeah)
Stanky bank is what I got 'cause
I'm gon' keep it (keep it)
Fm
Fm
And nah, this ain't no motherfuckin' secret (no motherfuckin' secret) Yeah,
we in a drought season
It's like Thanksgivin'
without the feastin'
Yeah, the truth hurts
Verse 8
(go to church)
They got me runnin' for my life,
I'm jumpin' gates
They got dogs on my ass, but I'm a dawg
So I know how to alert and
get wit' dat shit
The dog run up on me, I give him a call
Like, "Nigga, back up off me"
He turn around and bite the police, hm
I'm on my toes
I slide in the back of a garage,
dip in with this ho
They run right past me, ask me,
"Have I seen the suspect?"
"Yeah, he went that way",
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