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1. _ Vapors
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 more free lyrics |
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2. _ Intro
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3. _ Outro
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4. _ Ride 4 Me
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5. _ When I Grow Up
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6. _ 2001
All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all... *repeat* It's structures to this game, it's instinct mixed with knowledge I'm a player in the game and I know not from college Eyes open, focus, scopin out the scene Watch the gangsta haters close cos they worse than dope fiends I hope things get better for you cos I'ma make things get better for me and keep the Doggystyle hottest thing out the LB The L-L-G wit DPG by the sea We ride at high tide, the East is my side I'ma tell you 'long as my voice is recordable That plan you got ain't gonna work you better audible Oh yes I'm fresh and like spy from existence Wit persistence I perceive to supply you wit what you need, no room for greed Better go around and when it come to you don't bite off more than you can chew Respect the game and the game will respect you back Game is life, life is struggle without the coastal juggle So if you drop I test that, fragile as a crsytal (Will you get mad and go pull out your pistol?) or will you be a man and pick up all the pieces and put it back together and remain tougher than leather As for me I'm tryin to keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Chorus: Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all *repeat x2* *?Teatlet?*, hold em, shake em, roll Fly G boys and all you hoodrat girls Pound puts it down all around the world But let's pick up the litter, LB young nigga I need solar on my Dogg nall, I bark when it get dark Bitches in heat we tear the beat up, what? On the microphone I bury the bone Always, strays try to follow me home Uhh, to get the pooper scooper, why? They droppin doo-doo I'm steppin on shit, lift up the bottom of my shoe See I'm smashin full-breaded wit no leash When I mob, make marks across the street See I'm vicious like hell, got em waggin they tail for the bow-wow LBC style Hit you like the Dogg bopper fever, I fetch paper On the receiver, go get it like a retriever I want em close enough so I can lock on em wit the mizzic, see I let the Doggz loose on em Check this out here man, I lick em, sick em Man's bestfriend, I hit you for ten, uhh Fleas can't seize my pack, what what's my name? Major trick we're hittin licks like a doberman gang Y'done trip and try to fuck me up ever since a young puppy Run a cat up a tree, nigga it's DPG Chorus: All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Just keep it real Dogg *repeat x2* They say once upon a time in the land of the loccs where it's all about dope and pistol smoke I packs me a heavy calibre .38 revolver We'd out, Dp'd out, GC'd out Oh, did you not know Snoop wit the .44 knockin at'cha door We the passion for smashin and mashin the masses Knockin niggas llike cash is, Dogg Pound Gangsta assassin It's like in a action cos for the cash in my own zone we known for blastin Bustin, no need for discussion We don't discuss, we stay close as 10 inches then bust close enough to touch then rush Clean and radical and get clutch The Dogg is the Don like killer Corleone for the D-O-double G (with the solid gold rhyme) Chorus: Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all *repeat x3* more free lyrics |
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7. _ Traffic Jam
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8. _ Groupie
Intro/Chorus: Charlie Wilson, Nate Dogg 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 Verse 1: Tha Dogg Pound (Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt) 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 Chorus Bridge: Nate Dogg 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 Verse 2: Warren G, Snoop Dogg 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 Chorus to fade Outro: Warren G There's roaches and shit in this motherfucker in here I forgot about this more free lyrics |
9. _ Doggyland
Chorus: 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 1st Verse: 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. Chorus 2nd Verse: 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. Chorus Bridge One: 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. Verse three: 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. Chorus more free lyrics |
10. _ Gold Rush
(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 20 he had they beads-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) more free lyrics |
11. _ Blueberry
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! more free lyrics |
12. _ Snoop Bounce
Intro/Chorus: Charlie Wilson 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* Verse 1: Snoop Doggy Dogg 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 Chorus Verse 2: Snoop Dogg 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 Chorus x1 1/2 Verse 3: Snoop Dogg 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 Chorus x1 1/2 Outro: Shucks (Oooh ooh ooohhh oooohhhh ooh, oooh oooh oooohhhh ooh) (Death Rowwww, Death Rowwww) *repeat* more free lyrics |
13. _ (O.J.) Wake Up
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.... more free lyrics |
14. _ Sixx Minutes
Intro: 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, Hook: 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 Hook Interlude: 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) Hook more free lyrics |
15. _ Tha Doggfather
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 Chorus 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 Chorus 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 Chorus (Repeat until fade out) more free lyrics |
16. _ Downtown Assassins
INTRO:(*mobster Corleone talking*) VERSE ONE:(DAT NIGGA DAZ) 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! INTERLUDE:(DAZ talking) 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 VERSE TWO:(TRAY DEE) 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! INTERLUDE:(Corleone talking some more) VERSE THREE:(SNOOP DOGG) 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 OUTRO:(Corleone capping it off) more free lyrics |
17. _ Snoop's Upside Your Head
Intro: 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!!!!!!!!!! 1st Verse: 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. Chorus: Say Snoop's upside yo' head, say Snoop's upside yo' head. (4x) 2nd Verse: 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 Chorus 3rd Verse: 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. Chorus (3x) more free lyrics |
18. _ Tear 'Em Off) Me & My Doggz
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) more free lyrics |
19. _ (tear 'em Off) Me & My Doggz
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
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20. _ Freestyle Conversation
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 more free lyrics |
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