unknown

(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

Snoop:
Hear ye, hear ye, come one come all
It's the first annual g, nigga, and all my doggs
Are invited, so go and enlight it
Cause it's the first time in a long time (right)
Reminiscing about the fresh fest back in '85
When the dubs and the san dieg's used to hoo ride
On motherfuckers like it was the thing to do
Eighty-five, eighty-fo', eight-tray, in year eighty-two (eighty-two)
You know what the fuck i'm talking about
After party on the lake at the big homie's house
And bet nobody bring a motherfucking gun
Cause everybody in the house's from two-one...

Tray deee:
Twenty-first street, burst street, where it all started
And you know east side, long beach, the hardest
Niggaz coming realer than the real mccoy
So step with your rap and we bring the noise
It's the gang of fly bitches, homiez on the switches
Dice in the back if ya wanna get your riches
No snitches allowed inside the crowd
Cause this is the g thang, east side l.b.c. brang
In to have some fun represent two-one
And bet nobody bring a mothafucking gun and a...

Snoop:
Yeah, king park was the location
And the bigga g that was my destination
(we were) lookin up to niggaz coming up before me
And l.b.c. into my east side homies..... (it's like)

Nobody can see you, but you (yeah, the east side's perfect)
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, now that's worth it)
Nobody can see you, but you (hell yeah, the east side's perfect)
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, yeah, now that's worth it)

Tatatata.....

Snoop (tray):
If ya bring a strap, then ya have to trip
(so if you're on a mission nigga, go on and dip)
We got meat to eat, (freaks to meet)
And chronic we can smoke on, (if i ever get a loc on)
Strolling through the park one day
Puffing on a fat ass j. with my homie named tray
Deee tryin' to see if we could put this lbc thing
Back together like it was supposed to see

Tray:
Cause ya know i'm down with ya to make 'em get the picture
And if i have to sit ya down then i spit ya
Game from the heart, i came from the start
See i was regulating when crackers was the daily's

Snoop:
Nigga let me interact with my black croaker sacks*
And a gray golf hat tilted to the back (what's up?)
Ditchin' sunday school to get a pack of now and laters
While i'm rolling with the stealers and killin' with the raiders

Tray:
And when we bang with the saints then we ain't no joke
Come around from outta bounds and we goes for broke
Now we're breaking 'em up (hmm hmm), shaking em up (yeah)
And just for a second we're waking 'em up
(continue) giving up game on his tired ass feet
With a small dedication to two-one street

Talking:
Hey yo, soopafly
These niggaz act like they don't know my motherfuckin' name (gangsta)
Hmm...ain't that a trip
Now i put half these niggaz on (ain't that something)

Chorus:
Snoop d-o double g (from the dp)

Talking:
Niggaz wasn't even rapping till i came out
You know what i'm sayin?
Y'all know what time it is

Chorus

Every nigga in this rap game, to the dope game
Now i got the hook up on the dodo, for sure tho'
But i'm not a weed seller, but a crocka sack beller
A rap star plus a 2 time felon
Sellin' phones out the trunk i mix g with funk
I put it all together, and rock it till it chump
Then bag it up and sag it up and then serve
I'm always on the pager, never on the curb
I'm big time, get mine, stay down for the grizind
I keep it gangsta, nigga, all the tizime
Ask them niggaz, from way down south (who?)
The boys right there with the gold in they mouth
They'll tell ya (tell ya)
There ain't no bullshit to sell ya
Snoop d-o double g who wannabes wannabe
I got love for my folkers out in 'lejo
And all my soldiers gettin' busy down in n-o
Gangsta's, get respect from me
And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me
That's on the c, dpg will never break up
There's too much motherfuckin' paper to cake up
That's on me (dpg)
Now what?
I'm

Chorus x3

Now all the bitches if you with me, come get me
I'm in room 210, don't forget to bring the gin
That's the old fashion way, and bring a friend with ya
So when i'm through with ya she can hit ya
Shit i ain't trippin'
I'm dippin'
There's money to be made
It's funny how she layed when i told her she couldn't stay
Look here, my boo'll be through
So you gotta raise, boy game pays
On the next phase, gotta show to do at 4
Then i'm headed right back to the studio
If you need the hook up
Give a nigga a holla
I slide through your hood, in the gold impala
Drop off a sack, then i head right back
And i hope i don't get jacked, cause you know i'm ridin' strapped
But if the boys decide to pull me over loc
They recognize my face, and so they go
Gangsta's get respect ya see
All y'all other niggaz gettin' shook like fleas
That's on the c
Dpg will never break up
There's too much motherfuckin' paper to cake up
That's on me

Chorus x4

Dogg pound gangsta's
Say it with me
Say it with me
Say it with me
Say it for me
Right back at ya
Who go the hook up?
I do
I got the hook up
I got the hook up
If ya need it
I got the hook up
Yeah
That's gangsta
Straight up
98
Doggy dogg

Chorus x5

Ain't no limit to this shit
Ain't no limit to this shit nigga
Straight up
That's gangsta
And we out

[technic]
By dawn's early light
I shine brighter than the stars in the night
I'm bout ready for a fight
Come through and i've consumed enough juice
To cut loose and throw a mike to the moon
Since i'm the sun
I'll make you one, it's all for fun
I'm torching hot and all the same
From playing war games with saddam hussein
Now who's sane? i'm insane
My membrane's on cold grown
The tempature's rising, fry the cells in your dome
It might be on
And if you think so, you know me
It's tech the pony
The doggfather's little homey

[snoop doggy dogg]
Ain't that something
How i got little homeys now
I remember when i was just a little bow wow
Writing for my rep
Calling fore i step
Now i put niggas in the game just to stay on deck
High profile but my style low pro
Top dogg on the row, doggystyle ceo
And i blow the best indo
That you know of
So when i'm in your town
Dip down, and show love
You know what? what's up
Shit, i'm feeling good now
You better come and get me before i fall into a freestyle

[technic]
They say what's a rapper
Well nigga, what's an emcee
If they don't got the skills, then they don't roll with me
Ain't that the truth
I'm bulletproof off the roof
I got a mic and a fix
That'll jack you for your chips
I'm out for rep
But how long will it last
I'm coming up quick, cause broke niggas need cash
At last, i'm at the top so i maintain now
Gotta bang now
Nigga, this doggystle

[snoop doggy dogg]
All she ever wanted was a small time dub thang
Got my homey caught up in the coke game, dope game
He so sprung, on top of that he young
He's only thirteen years old and the world's so cold
He never took the time out to fall down on his knees
Until he fucked his gee, got some keys
Now they enemies
The niggas he grew up with
They put him in the game
Now they bout to take him out the game
Man, it's a shame, but you know how that shit go
That's life in the fast lane, so that's where i roll soop

[soopafly]
I'd rather not get shot
I'd rather sit in the studio and rock spots
Dogg pound, doggystyle, we're one big family
It's all dpg (dpg)
I got a gee on the best bomb money can buy
I ain't out for no homey's sides, i'm out to survive
Dogg pound, doggystyle, one big family
It's all dpg (dpg)

[technic]
Niggas and hoes will try to get you twisted
But i'm unlisted in the books
You base your life on that, you might get your life took
Put me in the game, i'm riding hard till i win
Serve a crew, kill a few niggas till the end
I mean, i'm a fiend for superior green
And all my life i got advice from a superior team
I gotta stay away from the cash see
Don't get blasted
Tell my kids how i lasted
My crew's mafiosos
So my philoso-
Phy is to gee till the day i d-i-e

(dogg pound gangstas rip) x2

Verse 1-bad a$$

Word on tha streets, see it aint nobodies business
Secret to keep, so keep heat incase things get deep
Peace box is where it starts, scarred flesh and broke hearts
Since a kid this is how we live, aint nuttin to look forward to
Schools full of devils
The church don't work cuz all the lies that they tell us
Ya'll it'll be hell before we get there
Survivin guns and drugs and see if you can deal with this germ warfare
Thats endin us
They anti-christ, i'm anti-fair, anti-vice, anti-nice, anti-spice
Up your life, i'll make you love it
Cuz it's real and you bump it cuz it's tight
Yeah, people make the world go round, and it's a gang
Of us all gathered up in our game colors
Man, these my gang brothas
What, you aint heard of us
You aint never ever heard the word murderer's
We make the news what it is
You ask what is this
We the reason why the police in business
So run up on us with your knife and your pistols
We'll plague your character with rifles and missils
I dropped my pack and drove my back to the eastside
Smash in this coupe with my passenger snoop.

Chorus: snoop dogg

(dogg pound gangstas rip)
Them long beach niggas be puttin it down
Dogg pound gangstas make the world go round
(dogg pound gangstas rip)
So get cha' ass up just to get on down
Snoop dogg and bad a$$ is puttin it down
Repeat

Verse 2-snoop dogg
Never pause on my feet, i'm dpg, lbc, me and b-a-d
Low ridin', and navigators foe the haters
I take some for now, and save some for later
Smoke with coke loc
A dip with tip tip
Get heat a chrome plate, a d from tray deee
Livin that dp, give me that st
In a 4-0 a 0-e from my og
And a bag of them ol' hot ass skins
Some colt for this hand
And some juice for this gin
Aint no bitch like this bitch i got
Cuz this bitch i got, clock nots and rocks
Money, cheese, paper, fedio get doctor nedios, and stank is steady goin
Bangin that, slangin that, and hangin that every corner
From up north to dogg pound california
You heard of that gangstaville
The city where they don't talk and everybody c-walk
It's a dirty shame, but it's a dirty game
And you got to have heart from the start man
Fake snitches and fake bitches
Thats probably why i break niggas and break bitches
Word on the streets bad a$$ is a fool
Then he fuckin with his homeboy from the old school
Low life gangstas, dogg pound gangstas, put them all together
Man i love gangstas
Head, shoulders, feet and toes
Lets dip to the club and bust some hoes
V.i.p. on dpg, snoop d-o double g, and the b-a-d

Chorus x1

Verse 3-bad a$$

Only talk what you know
I never seen you round the pound
So won't you keep the eastside and deez out ya mouth
Don't speak on dat
Don't bring up daz and kurupt, just to say wussup, nigga hit my blunt
We keep a money move, hate while we regulate
And get real papes, rich like bill gates
While you make it to the haters hall of fame
We'll be whippin navigators
Winnin this baller's game
Yellin long beach niggas keep puttin it down
Lowlife and at the pound while we smoke on an ounce
Steady plottin on big mail
Layin in the hotel
Chop my quarters down to dubs and watch my dope sell
I hit darochee come and scoop me
Drop me off ?and they was snoopy's? said he puffed a little ?play?
And shorty played it only ?twice?
Ay, they set a 8 beat
It's them and 6 hoes in a jeep
They better go flag em' down in the street
Ay, follow us to the spot
While the playa hatas pray that we stop

Chorus x2

Chiggie check, microphone check two...
Chiggie check, microphone check three...
Check game from the notorious compton g
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As a pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just to floss you like a motherfuker, clownin' their shit
Gots the dana's on your hootie and your fly ass bitch
Throw off, go off, show off, i take that hoe
If she proper, i'ma pop her the hole hopper
It's back on the track
With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sack
So daz, step up on the ass
And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past
Diggidy daz out of the cut with some shit that i wrote
With my nigga d-r-e, so you know i must be dope
But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass
Startin' static with dre, make way for the ak
That i bring as i slang like cavy
Not from kris kross but they call me mac daddy
Had he not known about the city i'm from
Long beach, tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here i come, stompin' in my kakhi suit
Bg from the hood can fuck eastwood
God damn, i ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up
On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling
But did you raise up all this nuts?
Cause dr. drizzay's about to rizzip shit up
Chiggie check, microphone check one...
Chiggie check, microphone check two...
Chiggie check, microphone check three...
You tuned to the sounds of the d-r-e...
Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the niggaz get their strap on, don't nobody cap on
Slap on some d-r-e
Or some funky ass shit by the d-o-double g-y-d-o-double g
Real g'z who drop k's, protect these n-u-t, so nigga please
Peep out my manuscript
You'll see that it's a must i drop gangsta shit
Byitch!!
So recognize game from the gangsta
Thangs will remain the same until i change 'em
It's real easy to see...
So you can check sounds from nate d-o-double g...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I heard you wanna fuck with dre...
You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day...
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow...
Let me know if you think you can fade death row...
I heard you wanna fuck with dre...
You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day...
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow...
Let me know if you think you can fade death row...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...

[kurupt]
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cock
My dick kinda limp so i cruise around the block
Call my cousin snoop as i swoop in the coupe
Stop by my homey dru house to puff on the loop
Seen my little homey style who i ain't seen in a while
Damn near gone, floatin on cloud one-nine
Liquor sto', so i grab some mixed gin and juice
Got a quarter pound of bud so i'm fucked up two
Seven, eight, nine ten eleven twelve
Bailed back in the crib (for what?) because i'm all-in
Conversated then i dug the hoe out
I fixed me some food, then go the hell out
Two a.m. on the dizot, i pause and i stizop
I reminisce on that ass that i rizocked
Now i'm high as a kite
Yeahh, and i'm feelin alright
Four a.m. as i stoll back to my crib
To see what's with my woman and my newborn kid

[snoop doggy dogg]
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
We do this everyday about the same time, beyotch!

[nate dogg]
I was at the park one day, that's when i saw her face
She looked kind of cavi to me
But when i take her home, and tap that ass i'm gone
I'm just a dog don't blame me

[snoop doggy dogg]
Now do i love them hoes? (hell naw!)
And why is that? (because you're snoop doggy dogg!)
(and you never gave a fuck about a bitch;
Cause to you, bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks)
Ha hah, dee dee dadi dadi dah
Listen to the sounds from my nigga doggy dogg
Slidin through the city in the rag six-fo'
Hoppin like a motherfucker tryin to find a hoe
Hittin all the spots but i'm comin up blank
I'm headed to the liquor store to get myself some drank
Parks my ride as i, steps inside, as i
Puts my nine double-m to my side, as i
Continue with my mission
Pussy is my dish and i'm fishin, wishin
Upon a star, to come up on some ends
But she caviar, and i let her bet her pussy
So i can get my pimp on
Cause my pen gets my pimp on from g to ozone

[big pimpin]
I have pimped my pen, on cold michigan nights
And the bitch didn't freeze up on me, when i wanted her to write it
I have pimped my pen in the hot california sun
And the bitch didn't drip, smell, or run
As she turned the trick pages, from looseleaf to zig-zags
I have pimped my pen and she is number one in my stable
For i have yet not got a refill, for her
I love her that's why she keeps, performing for me
I have pimped my pen... and she is number one, in my stable
Pleasure, is the treasure that the girl sells all day
Pleasure is the reason that she brings daddy his cash
Dedicated the hoe, dedicate for sure
Dripping willows on satin pillows
Love is being checked, from a hoe
Dead presidents still getting their fuck on
I'm so happy because ain't nothing like a lollipop
That gets sucked, all day long
A tangy, little candy drop
I love it when she brings me the pay
Dedicated like everyday... to the sunshine
Yeah my hoe brings me mine
For like she says she does
And i believed her when i accept it
Yeah i got pimp bones in my body
And i rock them, like la-di-da-di
I rock them, mighty hardy, like la-di-da-di
I got pimp bones in my body

[snoop dogg]
Yo dogg, niggas always asking me
"is the muthafuckin dpgc still together?"
Niggas gon ask me
"dogg ya'll still together, i heard ya'll broke up like the fat boys."
Nigga what, nigga this dogg pound for life nigga
We ain't going nowhere nigga
In matter of fact, you actin foolish right now with all that shit you kick
Nigga everywhere i go niggas be actin foolish
And uh, i'm a deal with that shit dpg style

[kurupt]
I'm a rider, the first local stock pilot
Now what the fuck made you think the dp divided
Moving on up to the top of the map
Because gangsta will be here till the curl comeback
I'm moving down to block d, me and my homies
The dogg pound would rock overseas, immense degrees
No bitch niggas in the circle
Beat a nigga in his face till his fuckin eyes turn purple

[daz dillinger]
I told myself watch out for my family and health
I got my shit together, got the gauge up shelf
Knowing the rules have chose to hang out with the dummies and fools
Old school poda dada that i knew from way back to school
Attitude shitty, kept it raw and gritty
Uncut, me and my dawgs fuckin it up
What up

[snoop dogg]
Fuckin it up, fuckin it up for life nigga, dogg pound, ya heard
If i hear another nigga talking about what he gon do, to who
To me and my crew, nigga the grey and the blue
You through, you knew you shouldn't have done that
Now how the fuck you figure that we wasn't gon comeback
The d, the p, the g to c
Westcoast's finest and i'm a put that on me
See niggas been rappin but they ain't sayin shit
Nigga shut the fuck up, get off my dick

Chorus
Don't be foolish x2

[daz]
Hook
You see you don't wanna fuck with us
Knowing how we throw it out, the sucka niggas want to imitate us
Cause all we wanna do is put the g right back in you
Yeah worry about your muthafuckin punk ass crew
And we keeps it gangsta fool, thats gangsta, keep it gangsta fool

[snoop dogg]
Trip, we got more dough than rock up, more niggas to lock up
You niggas need to strap up or pack up
See because this world we live in is crazy, and the people they so sick
See why i keeps it gangsta and i ride with the sickest clique
And when it comes to gun play, hell yeah we the quickest biach

[daz dillinger]
And oh my momma and my daddy, grandpapa and my granny
Homeboy you can't fuck with this

[kurupt]
Smooth when we come through
The dp when we come through the gangstas is in the house
And all you muthafuckin niggas and you muthafuckin bitches
Get a muthafuckin dick in your mouth
I'm a gangsta i thought you knew, g'd up, grey and blue
Dippin through on the coop, made you blue
Kurupt and snoop, daz in the muthafuckin bomb ass clique
We gangstas nigga, laid back thinkin i tell you how it is in the hood
Where all my homies at, straps in cadillacs
Hittin switches like e'yday, livin like the g way like e'yday, dpg-c

[daz]
Hook

[snoop dogg]
Chorus x4

Just bullshittin man this dude done told me the dogg pound broke up
Wait till i catch that nigga, i'm a beat him down
Wait till i, wait till i catch em
Dogg pound ain't gon never break up cause that's favorite group
They gon keep on commin out with albums
Wait till i catch this nigga, he lied to me
This did done tell me some stupid bullshit
Wait till i catch that muthafucker
Man don't be foolish and believe that shit
Shit man, don't be foolish
Don't be foolish, nigga

[snoop dogg]
Don't be foolish nigga, don't be foolish nigga.

(snoop)
I know you gonna dig this

(timbaland)
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

Snoop:
I'm the doggfatha
Dig this

(timbaland)
Uh huh, uh huh say what

Snoop:
I'm the doggfatha
And you know that

(timbaland)
Uh huh uh huh
Say what say what

Snoop:
I'm the doggfatha
And you know that

Snoop:
When i wizake up in the mornin (say what)
And i get up out my bizzed (say what)
I feel gizood, oh yes i dizoo (uh)
Cuz i still can give it up on yizoo (huh)
Cuz what is all i look fizzor (uh)
In the fizee where the papers lizzone (uh-huh)
But as for mizee, i own gizees (what)
When im bustin rizzocks and ya know that (ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky)
I put down more hits than mafioso niggaz (uh-huh)
And lucky luciano bout to sing soprano
And i know, i know the way it feels (uh-huh)
And baby bubba we gon keep it on the real (huh huh huh)
Just to getcha caught up in amazement (yeahhh, what)
We talkin to cubans, so it might get dangerous (yeah, uh)
Now when it izzoo, people said oh dizzamn (uh-huh)
And let the bizzow wizzow ride the trizail ha ha (uh-huh)
How you feelin, i'm on the ceilin,
Ridin like a villain makin the killins,
Thrillin the crowd (uh-huh)
With my new hairdo (hairdo)
Outbiddin you (fo sho)
Fifty dollar socks credit thousand dollar shoes (uh-huh)
Man i give the blues to the sucka m.c.'s, who you be?
You know who i be, young nigga

Chorus:
Snoop, (timbaland):
I'm the doggfatha
(dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg fatha fatha)
And ya know that, i'm the doggfatha
(dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg fatha)
And ya know that, i'm the doggfatha
(dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg fatha fatha)
And ya know that, i'm the doggfatha
(dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg fatha fatha)

Snoop:
Lets make a move for this paper, where we rollin dog?(uh-huh)
We gots to get paid, make ya money all yall (what)
When i step to the stage in my g-boy stance (what)
And say a few rhymes that make your girl wanna dance
I'm so fly like a dove, i come from up above
You're trippin on your girl cause she showed me love
Nigga dont beat her, cause if you beat em, ya dont need em
Yeah they gon have your baby,
Watch how fast they take your freedom (what, uh-huh)
I believe em, and dont mistreat em, i stay up on em (what)
But thats one to grow on nigga, let me flow on (cuzz)
Cause uh, you could rock to the rhythm you see (what)
But you could rock to the rhythm on me..(uh-huh) me.. (uh-huh) me..
But when you do your thang make sure you do your thang
On the hang, and everythang is everythang
Man, i'm on this paper chase
Like them whiteboy d.a.'s was on the case (uh-huh)
But you know i aint tryin to floss but
Murder was the murder was the case that they lost
(murda murda murda murda)

Chorus

Snoop:
Now do anybody in the house remember
When there wasnt no snoop dogg? (yeah)
There was no rappers hollerin lbc,
Am i trippin yall? (hell naw)
Now, when i grow up i wanna be like snoop, mad pussy and women
As we do from the beginnin (uh-huh)
In and out of the boz hotel, they say your family dont know me
Hold on homie, thats phony, informal
Say, tell, l's in jail, vest before test,
No one in my click fell (what)
The females with the almighty fatherly
Cuz we thinkin bout peeps, what they need
And it ain't no party like this kind (say what)
Cause you feelin where we make it hizzot
But i'ma get back to the grizzats,
Snoop d o double g comin back for a remizzax

Chorus

Yeah, you know what i'm sayin?
(dogg, da-dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg) (fatha, fatha, fatha, fatha)
It's all about the gangstas, son
(dogg, da-dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg)
And you know that (fatha, fatha fatha fatha fatha)
I'm the doggfatha

(timbaland)
Say what? and i'm the pimp fatha, ha

Snoop:
Ha ha, i'm the dogg fatha

(timbaland)
Say what? and i'm the timbaland fatha, ha ha
What
One time
For that mind, mind
Uh huh,uh huh uh huh
What
Ha, ain't nobody do it like me
Ha, from the southside, you see
From the v-a, to the l-a
What
Da-dogg da-dogg fatha fatha
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh, what
Say what

Intro: daz & (tray deee) talking

Let's get paid tray deee
(shit what else we gon' do?)
Hit this shit!
(fuck it, we're gonna go thru wit it)
That's what i'm sayin!
(we're layin everybody in this motherfucker, daz
That's when we gonna go after the cheese, ya ready?)
Everybody lay the fuck down!!!!

Verse 1: daz dillinger

A nigga mash in the bank for loot
The robbery's commited and i'm prepared to shoot
Blast em with the cops on pursuit
It's all about cheese, i got the nibblin like rats
Hop over da corner get them fillin up my sack
Pistol whip a couple and let them know i mean bidness
Niggas been tryin ta get in for years, i mean killin
To master a ride out, get ghost to hide out
Count my green, enforce my team
It ain't a small-time dream no mo'
What make the world go round? it's money, cars, bitches and dough

Chorus: daz

See we the gang, we mash and blast to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane
We the gang, we mash to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane

Verse 2: tray deee

Covered in armour, five seconds till we smuggle the spot
First motherfucker reachin for the button get shot
Got the m-1-6 plus the clips to work
Six minutes to be in and get the chips and skirt
Scoot loot, one shot they holler and drop
Pop the duffle and shovel in dollars in knots
Got the whole room hostage, straight no nonsense
The object is stompin accomplished profits
And never had no mercy for the victim
Die, motherfucker, die if that's what it take to make me richer

Chorus: tray deee

See we the gang, we mash and blast to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane
See we the gang, we mash and blast to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane
We the gang!

Verse 3: daz

G's forgetten that a is for anybody killin in it
For them niggas, the g's we be gettin
Watch out when the 9 spit, blast irrapidly
Too late the cops at the bank and they got to me
Empty the bread out the safe, make i escape
Make a dumb move for the moves you make
Kaboom, let the drama unfold, blast, reload
$70 million out the back door, y'know
Me and tray deee hits deep, hear the *?'plaud?* and the scherm is blood
Let's hit the store, start robbin for more
Checkin niggas, wreckin niggas right at they front door
Bangin niggas, gankin niggas for what that ain't yours
Hood operator and none too greater
With the infiltrator bustin on these gangsta haters
Stuck in the zone, havin papers, havin more zone
Finally puttin meat on my bones (at ease)

Chorus: daz

See we the gang, we mash and blast to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane (got us all insane)
We the gang, we mash to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane

Verse 4: snoop doggy dogg, kurupt

See we're ridin, we're stealin, we're killin, we're dealin
And stickin up you bitch ass niggas
I say we ride eastside, slide forever in a day
The dpg way!
Look here takin your shit is like taking your bitches
Quick as i spin this is as quick as she get
Nigga i'm a ridah and that's on this
We ain't gon' dip until we get them chips
We splits the shit up, what i folds
Got a army full of doggs and soldiers full of loccs
Two hundred spokes witta pocket full of notes
Banktellers *?shout?* wit my hand around the throat
Reach for my colt but on another note
I gotta shake the spot, they just called the cops, hmm
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
I point my pistols at the pig, die motherfucker die!!!

All the homeys saggin, unload the magnum
E'rybody dashin, dippin wit the cash-in
The homeboys blastin, cop cars crashin
Got all smashin hearts of assassins
Hold up there's the cut (what?), duck
Cock back, soon as you look up, nigga dump
See the stick-up, my mind on a trip on tweak
And i'm dyin wit the homeys before they catch me
We're blastin!

Chorus x2

[kurupt]
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin a gang of dicks
It don't matter what you do or say
Cause bitch you can't change my feelings no way
I been across the whole u.s.a.
Same ol' hoes on different days
Just ask my big homeboy snoop de snoop
Bitch you ain't cute, with all that (woop de woop)
I might just rock ya, i ain't afraid to blast
I might rock a fella like dame and dash
Grip the heater and slap your ass
Cock it back, automatic clap your ass
Now this is how a gangster mash out
The homies in the coupe, me and snoop in the glass house
Bouncin (bouncin) bouncin (swervin)
Blaze up a whole ounce and get the ramen with the cotton candy

Chorus: snoop

Yeah, and all my niggaz say... ride, ride on
Yeah, and all the honies say... ride on
Yeah, and all the bitches say... ride on
Yeah, and all the robbers say... ride on (can't get caught up)
(repeat 2x except last line)

[snoop doggy dogg]
I'm out to paper count the paper bump some bitches and move
I take a trip with my click on a three day cruise
Spank the corner in the fo', sittin low gettin low
Now we headed to the sto' in the fo', hoes holler
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin in my blue impala
They say snoop dogg is a fool, cause he got the bitches
And the little homey sellin weed up outta high school
I never ever break the law, i just bend it
Keep everything splendid, that's how i intend it
Class is in session, you might get suspended (shhhh)
If you don't shut the fuck up and listen for a minute
I been in it for life, with two kids and a wife
With no tattooes just stress and stripes, so
I'ma do what i feel and do what i like
But i won't go to sleep without my heater at night (ride on)

Chorus

[kurupt]
Nigga gimme erything you got, from your hat
To your contacts, t-shirt to your socks
Dogg pound affiliate? hell naw nigga
Certified branded cedar paul nigga
Mashin, grey and, blue all day
All night all heated with heaters, mac-11's
Nine millimeters, whattup big nate
I got a bitch that gobble up dicks like steak
She lives upstate, and i don't think
Near a one of those bitches is proper, stash the chopper
Dpology (dpg) but first call snoop
Whattup big homey niggaz with the swoop
The homey jumps in whips out the four pound
When we get there, we shakin all motherfucker down
It's what i had in mind, let's get paid
Hit the spot just like a raid one of the homies got a gauge
Come on

Chorus

[snoop doggy dogg]
Let me holler at y'all for a minute man
I mean this game is gettin real deep
We got niggaz that be misrepresentin
I mean, motherfuckers you know thinkin that dpg
Is a motherfuckin football game or a football team or somethin
Niggaz walkin on and shit like they free agents
And just leavin when they want to
Nigga this ain't no game, this is a motherfuckin way of life
Dpgc, dogg pound gangsta... nigga!
The fuck wrong with these niggaz man?
Niggaz be straight tryin to put they little twist down (holla at em)
But you know we tryin to stay two steps ahead of the game baby, y'know?
Let me holler at y'all for a minute, especially you

You done stepped in some dogg shit, check your shoes
Nigga this ain't hollywood, the house of blues
It's the dogg house, so regroup your troops
And tell em... it's kurupt and snoop
Fuck your crew it's on i take your brome
It's don corleone in the chronic zone
I turn your dubs into nickels, while i'm chillin
I melt your rhymes into icicles, while i'm killin
Sell em, i tell em, kurupt, what's up
I know you feel like, givin it up
We can't stop, won't stop, what foe
Cause every other day another nigga tryin to pull a dulo
You know, when i was fuckin with the hood
It was all bad, thought it was all good
A nigga had to take a breather
Now i'm living single, like khadijah, cause they'll squeeze ya
Fuck a feeding fish, i put my dick in your bitch
And make a wish, ha hah
Nigga that's gangsta shit, with the gangsta twist
Yeah, dogg pound gangsta...

The ghetto x8

Snoop doggy dogg:

Wake up, jumped out my bed
I'm in a two man cell with my homie lil' 1/2 dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear god, i wonder can you save me?
I'm only eighteen, so i'm a young buck
It's a ride, if i don't scrap, i'm gettin' stuck
But that's the life of g, i guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in the chest
Best run cause brothers is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them dogs
Gettin' that rep as a young hog
It ain't nothin' like the street life
You better be strapped with your shank
Cause ain't no fist fight
So i guess i gots to handle mine
Since i did the crime, i gots to do my time

Chorus:

We run game in the ghetto
We gets high in the ghetto
We gets shot in the ghetto
You might get stuck in the ghetto
Lil' ghetto boy

Dr. dre:

Now i'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on swoll
Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money
That i be makin' soon as i touch them streets
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it ain't no thang to me
Cause now i'm what they call a loced ass o.g.
The little homies from the hood with grip
Are the ones i get with cause i'm down to set trip
Nigga, i'm bigger than you, so whatcha wanna do?
Didn't know he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin' behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and then i heard six caps
I fell to the ground with blood on my hands
I didn't understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I used to be the same way back
I guess that's what i get (for what?)
For tryin' to jack the little homies for they grip

Chorus

Snoop doggy dogg:

Somethin' for the real o.g.'s to get with
Some facts made our made
Now you runnin' but i'm played
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, i'm the smooth macadamian
Gamin'em for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you pack right
And learnin' just enough to keep your sack tight
Late nights, i wonder what they get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin' for?
Seven young g's put they serve down
In a g ride, eastside's where they swerve now
Not thinkin' about what's really goin' on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four years in the county
With nothin' but convicts around me
But now i'm back at the pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them ends you can make
Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to trip
Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip

Chorus

Lil' ghetto boy

That's the life of a g, i guess
The ghetto. x3

That's the life of a g
That's the life of a g, i guess
The ghetto. x3

That's the life of a g. the ghetto
That's the life of a g, i guess
The ghetto

[jermaine dupri]
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...

Yeah, hell yeah, knowhati'msayin, yeah

Verse one: dre

Mista busta, where the fuck ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so i know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now i wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
Make you bow down to the row
Fuckin me, now i'm fuckin you, little ho
Oh, don't think i forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah it's me so i'ma talk on
Stompin on the 'eazy'est streets that you can walk on
So strap on your compton hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and stay low-key
B.g. cause you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must that i fuck wit you

Break one: dre

Yeah, that's what the fuck i'm talkin about
We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You knowhati'msayin, punk motherfucker
**we want eazy, we want eazy**

Verse two: snoop doggy dogg

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy dogg's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death row's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
Play, with my bone with ya jimmy
It seems like you're good for makin jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was the 'frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, i'm talkin about you and me
Toe to toe, tim m-u-t
Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious
And them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootylicious
You get with doggy dogg oh is he crazy?
With ya mama and your daddy hollin' bay-bee
So won't they let you know
That if you fuck with dre nigga you're fuckin wit death row
And i ain't even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beotch

Break two:

Yeah nigga, compton and long beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin crranium cracked nigga
Step on up. now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty d-r. yeahhh, motherfucker!

Verse three: dre and snoop

Now understand this my nigga dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin over, so luke's gettin fucked, busta
Musta, thought i was sleazy
Or though i was a mark cause i used to hang with eazy
Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke
Ay yo dre, whattup, check this nigga off loc
If it ain't another ho that i gots ta fuck with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya onstage rappin at your wack-ass concerts
And i'ma snatch your ass from the backside
To show you how death row pull off that whoride
Now you might not understand me
Cause i'ma rob you in compton and blast you in miami
Then we gon creep to south central
On a street knowledge mission, as i steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as i pulls out my strap
Got my chrome to the side of his white sox hat
You tryin to check my homey, you better check yo self
Cause when you diss dre you diss yourself, motherfucker

Outtro

Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. dre, dropin chronic once again
It don't stop, punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
Doggy dogg in the motherfuckin house
Long beach in the motherfuckin house
Compton style nigga, straight up, really doe
Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like
Youknowhati'msayin?
All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dick
Yeah, eazy-e eazy-e eazy-e can eat a big fat dick
Tim dog can eat a big fat dick
Luke, can eat a fat dick
Yeah

[911 dispatch] 911, forty reporting
[woman] hello 911, help me, help me
[911 dispatch] what is your emergency
[woman] there's someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch] can you please run by your address for me
[woman] 151 shenedoah, shenendoah
[911 dispatch] ma'am where inside the house are you
[woman] (oh my god)
[911 dispatch] ma'am where inside the house are you
[woman] in my room, their in my room
[911 dispatch] ma'am calm down, deputies are on the way
Is the door locked
[woman] (shriek)
[911 dispatch] ma'am?

[2x] n n, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a

[ice cube]
(n n, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) what the fuck's up dre
[dr dre]
You tell me, you talk to ren
[mc ren]
Im right here nigga
(n n, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) release the hound
[snoop dogg]
Bow wow wow
Wha wha wha what what what, what

[ice cube]
I'm a nigga wit an attitude thanks to y'all
And i don't give a fuck i keep it gangsta y'all
I'ma ride for my side in the c.p.t.
God bless the memory of eazy-e
If it wadn't for me where the fuck you'd be?
Rappin like the treacherous three, fuckin cowards
I'd have seen dre rockin parties for hours
And i'd have seen ren fuckin bitches from howard
And i'd have seen snoop give away eddie bauer's
So fuck jerry heller and the white superpowers

[mc ren]
This the shit niggaz kill for
They hear the villain niggaz spittin' with them nigga flows
Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch ass niggaz too
Got something for you broke
These niggaz wearin' skirts like the pope
Who them niggaz that you love to get (us)
Who them niggaz that you fuckin' wit' (us)
Love the girl that weed and shit (what)
The saga continues, with the worlds most dangerous group
Four deep in the coup
(im a spill it)

[chorus]
I'ma smoke where i wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who i wanna choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where i wanna ride (fuck that)
Cause i'ma nigga 4 life, so i'ma nigga til i diz-ie
(n n, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
I'ma smoke where i wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who i wanna choke (fuck that)
(n n, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
I'ma ride where i wanna ride (fuck that)
Cause i'ma nigga 4 life, so i'ma motherfuckin nigga til i diz-ie

[dr dre]
A pencil, a pen, or a glock
Im the original, subliminal, subterranium
Titianium, criminal minded, swift
D-r-e with that fuck a bitch shit (fuck a biatch)
A couple o' notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat
You don't want the pistols to whistle
Candy paint impala
I make hoes pop collars

[snoop dogg]
God damn hoes, here we go again
Fuckin with ren, playin' to win
(he got the) coke in hand, (i got the) juice and gin
Same shit you was fuckin wit way back then
We keep it crackin' from the actin to the jackin
G'ed up c'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up
We all on deck fool so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me don't get wet

[ice cube]
Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots
Let's get together, make a record, why the fuck not?
[mc ren] why the fuck not?
[dr dre] why the fuck not?
[snoop dogg] why the fuck not?
[ice cube] cause i'm tight as the night
I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985

[snoop dogg]
(n n, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
Real niggaz, biatch, you know, ha hah

[ice cube]
We cause tragedy, erratically
Systematically, in your house without a key
How fucked up that'd be
Gat'll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery

[dr dre]
Assault and battery, cus we coming with that street mentality
Straight west coast rider academy
Concrete nigga, that's my reality
[snoop dogg] we tend to bus' on niggaz that get mad at me
[dr dre] was it a bitch in the mix
[snoop dogg] well it had to be

[dr dre]
Lying tricks told them dicks i had a key
Hoes make the world harder than it have to be
(yea thats right)

[chorus]
I'ma smoke where i wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who i wanna choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where i wanna ride (fuck that)
Cause i'ma nigga 4 life, so i'ma nigga til i diz-ie

I'ma smoke where i wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who i wanna choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where i wanna ride (fuck that)
Cause i'ma nigga 4 life, so i'ma motherfuckin nigga til i diz-ie

[6x] n n, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a

[snoop dogg talking]
Yeah. anotha dogg house production. my nigga meech roll it.
Wussup. we movin solo for the 9-9, 9-8, ya heard me?
Too many flees, too many bustaz. we doin this shit solo.
Dig it

[snoop talking]
Aiyyo soopafly, why don't you get work with one of them fly-ass remixes?
Dpg style...hahahaha...

[nate dogg]
Who's the man with the mic in haaand?
Who's the man with the masterlplaaan?
He goes by the name of snoop d-o-g
He play the mic and these bustas fleee

[verse 1, snoop]
It's a whole-nother day, i'm back up in ya
Snoop d-o double g, i representah
Been away for a while but y'all know
I'm still doggystylin on death row (you know!)
Got things locked down, sold up
So if you plan on comin out, fool hold up
This a stick up, get up
They got yo shiz on the shelf, oh mine's too
And guess who they gon pick up
Some fools think they know they hit, but they don't
Some m-a's escape, some won't
Bumpin' heads with bustas
Where you from? eastside, longbeach, represent 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 don't let that leak cuz, fool i get swole
I see you're 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 til i was paroled
I never had no other dogg pullin on my phone

Chorus:
Say snoops upside ya head
Say snoops upside ya head (say what?)
Say snoops upside ya head
Say snoops upside ya head
Hold on, what's my name?
Snoop dogg! snoop dogg! (snoop...) x4

[verse 2, snoop]
I see these rappers in this game be doin way too much
Actin tough with this east-west coast stuff
See me, i'm all about my money man
I stay fly and dry
I don't get caught up in the rain
Cuz game (game) recognize game (game)
No matter where you from, we all can get dumb, insane
And turn the party out without a doubt
Unless you them fools who ain't got no clout
Lbc and beware of my crew
Cuz uh, we out there stuck on the crazy glue
Upside ya head like oops, snoop's the lick
That you hear them bumpin in the hoops
You 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 d-o dub to put the heat in yo life

Chorus.

Now bounce to this (snoop dogg!)
C-walk to this (snoop dogg!) yeah...
Now bounce to this (snoop dogg!) yeah...
C-walk to this (snoop dogg!) yeah...
Yeah...know what...

[verse 3, snoop]
It takes a whole lot, to be number one
I can't walk down the street without my gun
I can't trust these fools, fly, it ain't no fun
I'm sittin' up in court cuz somebody got done
What really counts is how the crowd bounce
Go home and say snoop rocked the partay
Nobody got killed, it's what got annouced
I guess they got a chance to see dr. bombay
But i keep my heat in case brothas get cold
Warm you up with the sheet, zip you up and roll
Now, doggystyle records is now official
I'm gettin paper out the plizate with my initials
Shippin weapons overseas, i'm makin g's
With who you might call enemies
But i, see nothin 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 ?shake?
I'm up early in the morning with the homie nate
Burning rubber down to get a new car
So don't get jealous when you see me in the double r

Chorus.

[outro, snoop]
Now just ride to this, uh, bounce to this, uh, c-walk to this
Uh, whoo-ride to this, uh, eastside to this, uh, westside to this
Uh, whoo-ride to this uh, get'cha bang up
Yeah, snoop dub, baby, yeah, snoop dub, baby
Yeah, uh, yeah, snoop's up, baby, yeah, all up in it
??? ??? ??? ???
Dpg playa
Remix!
Soopafly, you can call him ???
Not the trackmaster, but the sackmaster
You know!
Snoops upside ya head, say snoops upside ya head
Snoops upside ya head, say snoops upside ya head (snoop dogg! snoop dogg!)
Snoops upside ya head, say snoops upside ya head (snoop dogg! snoop dogg!)
Snoops upside ya head, say snoops upside ya head (snoop dogg! snoop dogg!)
Snoops upside ya head, say snoops upside ya head (snoop dogg! snoop dogg!)
(snoop dogg!)
(snoop dogg!)
Can ya have it?
(snoop dogg!)
And you all thought we fell off
(snoop dogg!)
??? ???? ??? ????
(snoop dogg!)
Takin it back to the hot spot
(snoop dogg!)
Gangsta rap, all day, every day!
(snoop dogg!)
G's up, you know the rest
(snoop dogg!)
Haha...

One, two, three and to the fo'
Snoop doggy dogg and dr. dre are at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
[cuase you know we 'bout had to rip shit up]

Gimme the microphone first, so i can bust like a bubble
Compton and long beach together, now you know you in trouble

Ain't nothin' but a g thang, baaaaabay!
Two loc'ed out g's so we're craaaaazay!
Death row is the label that paaaaays me!
Unfadable, so please don't try to fade this [hell yeah]

But, uh, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so i'm 'a let 'em understand
From a young g's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch i have ta' find a contraceptive
You never know she could be earnin' her man,
And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man
Now you know i ain't wit that shit, lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while i'm up in it
Now that's realer than real-deal holyfield
And now all you hookas and ho's know how i feel
Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom

Dr dre:

Well i'm peepin', and i'm creepin', and i'm creep-in'
But i damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this befo'
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that i kick
You know, and i know, i flow some ol funky shit
To add to my collection, the selection
Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke
If ya' do, ya' have no clue
O' what me and my homey snoop dogg came to do

It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those
So jus' chill, 'til the next episode

Snoop:

Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta' lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old batch o' collard greens
It's the capital s, oh yes, the fresh n double o p
D o double g y d o double g ya' see
Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' ho's and clockin' a grip like my name was dolomite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in a mood for some mothafuckin' g shit

So dre. [what up dogg?]
We gotta give 'em what dey want [what's that, g?]
We gotta break 'em off somethin' [hell yeah]
And it's gotta be bumpin' [city of compton!]

It's where it takes place so i'm a ask your attention
Mobbin like a mothafucka but i ain't lynchin
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin the sucka niggaz mumble
When i'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked
My mothafuckin homie doggy dogg has my back
Never let me slip, 'cause if i slip, then i'm slippin'
But if i got my nina, then you know i'm straight trippin'
And i'm a continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if your bitches talk shit, i have ta' put the smack down
Yeah, and ya' don't stop
I told you i'm just like a clock when i tick and i tock
But i'm never off, always on, 'til the break dawn
C o m p t o n, and the city they call long beach
Puttin' the strength together
Like my homey d.o.c., no one can do it better

Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those
So jus' chill, 'til the next episode

[dat nigga daz]

5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50, 55, 60, 65, 70, 75, 80, 85, 90, 95,
100, ready or not baby, here i come

Dat nigga daz struck a match and the match went out
But it wasn't no more lights in the motherfucking house
Speakin of house let's play a game of it
Is you wit it? hide and go get it, i betcha love it baby
I'll play the daddy and you can play the momma
So we can get down on the living room floor
Is ya wit it? i promise i won't kill it
Loose pussy on my dick, should i kill it? never! yes

[michel'le]
See back in the day when we used to play
You wanted to be with me [that's right]
Now that is so right and natural
No other man that i can see
I'm singin in my backgroun
Diggin up a hole for you to make your move
But no longer will i be told regroup
Let's play house

Chorus: snoop dogg, nate dogg

[snoop] [nate]
Engine engine number nine, let's play house
Rollin down the dp line.
(repeat 2x)
[michel'le] let's play house...
[michel'le] is that what you want me to do with you?
You play tha momma baby let's play house
I'll play the daddy
You can play the momma
And i'll play the daddy [michel'le] let's play house
You can play tha momma let's play house
And i'll be the daddy
And i'll be the daddy
That runs the house, straight up

[warren g]
Now you can call me pappy or you can call me daddy
I'm hitting 21st in the blue and grey caddie
I'm feeling like scrappy, or is it scooby doo
Cause i'm chilling with the motherfucking dogg pound crew
Now pass the bud to that nigga geezy weezy
So i can let you down easy
Some niggas tried to see what i see
Cock rocking with they bitches but they can't cock rock me

[kurupt]
G-dub, i know you know this bitch by tha name of danielle
Body of a goddess face from hell
But oh shit, this wasn't the average bitch
Her coochie was cavi and she liked gobbling dicks
And i got a whole nine and a half on that black ass
Groupie, now all the hoochies wanna do me from the past
To the present (say what?) let me rep and present
(who dat?) the biggest nigga hittin all the hoes in your click
Fast as lightning running through like the breeze
In the summertime out on the corner making g's
It's the thirst, but i can show something much worse
Than the thirst, so pack your bitch ate my dick first
But first things first
Brenda, i can remember
How hot these hoes can get, eighty-seven, eighty-six, yeah
The year a young man grows
Fatal mistakes sprung over hazel-eyed hoes
Bitches ain't shit but them hoes and tricks
And that's all i can think of to describe a bitch

[michel'le]
If you wanna be wit me, stay wit me, play wit me
Come kurupt, and step to me
My, sweet, baby

[nate dogg]
Let's play house, let's play house, let's play house
Let's play house, let's play house

Repeat many times

[michel'le] (singing in her famous high pitch)
Daz and kurupt, is that what you wanna do? you wanna play house? (keep it cool, yo) well i ain't got no time. (well you mean what me and nate dogg doin.) so what you wanna do? (yeah, michel'le on the track, hey. background they funking it up. ya'll don't know what the real is.) let's get it right. you wanna play house, you wanna play? is that what you wanna play. come down. you can't leave me. i won't take no more lies, yeah. there's something in my heart. hey. i'm still nicety. yeah. (leave that shit on, it's the bomb.)

Hustlas, ballers, players
Yeah, uh
The father figure
It don't stop, it don't stop
Uh, it don't stop
One love, one love

[j.t. the bigga figga]
I was raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, i be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from cousin, let me sport his gold
And i was told to put it down, and keep it real
Like 3x krazy young player about the scrill
In this california lifestyle that i live
Them playas is havin money man in plushed out cribs
Survivin in the city is a serious task
Didn't know the (?) wanted, didn't have time to ask
Cuz i'm bout it bout it like the tru
One love to real hustlers, straight dollars for two

[hook:]
Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers too
Baby youngsters wanna be like you
You're the father figure of today
We need to find a better way

[j.t. the bigga figga]
We at the afterparty chillin cuz we ain't no punks
Some cats is in the back with macks and gold fronts
With sacks they post up, you know we be watchin
Thinkin they got it crankin, playa we got it poppin
Now bitin over dirty work, that ain't cool
With cats in drop 'vettes in mobs and old schools
We rob them old fools, won't you amount your scratch
Respect them young g's, they the ones that's strapped, ya know

[snoop doggy dogg]
Dogg pound, that's the sound, check around, we hold it down
It's the super duper, yes the snoop-a
Comin through, in all gray and blue
Kickin the game to the playas from the bay
All over the world and out the uk
Everybody around they love snoop d-o double to the g
Cuz i'm what they love, you see
I'll break em, shake em and i make em and i take em
To the whale, leave em in a spell
And i got a little story to tell
For all my homies that's locked up in jail
I kick it to ya give it to ya for real
Cuz i know y'all dealin with the reals every day and
To get killed ain't nothin to laugh about
But some niggas goin out so sideways make me wanna get me a
Bulletproof
Hoo ride and slide around town in
But yet and still, if i get peeled
My niggas gon ride forver and that's real
Ain't no stoppin we ain't coppin no pleas
We spit game for all the real g's
Feel up the (?) they love to have it
They love to take it to the dome, yeah it's on

[j.t. the bigga figga]
Meanwhile back in the lab
Paper was gettin stacked, hatas was gettin mad
Confidential information exchanged up on the regular
One dead head, two steps a my competitor
Catch em slippin cuz they just been bought
Got directions to the house and the keys to the vault
Well let me open up this bundle of money, each off a half
Pullin capers with cousin snoop, kurrupt and young daz
In for the cash
Man this gang is thick
If one caught up in the track we can all get sick
And have em shook
The four o crook didn't leave a clue
Snoop d-o double g tell em what you gon do

[snoop doggy dogg] (both)
I'll keep doin what i'm gon do
With my (nigga j.t.) the bigga figga, that's my nigga
Representin (frisco, in case you didn't know)
(we blow by like jerry rice
Come back with styles that are oh so nice)
Snoop d-o double to the g from the lbc
You gots to have (cash) to make it these days
You could make it at least a hundred different (ways)
I go the man and i get a (8 track)
Make me a beat, (smoke me a sack)
Roll up some fat ass uh uh uh
Blaze with my homies and it's (on like that y'all)

[hook] x 3