Snoop Dogg Presents the West Coast Blueprint

Q-Vo, aqui estoy, MC Kid Frost
Yo soy jefe, maton, yes the Big Boss
My cuete's loaded, it's full of balas
I put it in your face and you won't say nada
Vatos, cholos, you call us what you will
You say we are assassins an we are sent to kill
It's in my blood to be an Aztec Warrior
Go to any extreme and hold no barriers
Chicano and I'm Brown and I'm proud
Guantes, chingazos, simon tu sabes, get down
Right now, in the dirt
What's the matter? You afraid you're gonna get hurt?
I'm with my homeboys, my camaradas
Kicking back millaje, why pa mi no vale nada
Yo soy chingon ese, like Al Capone ese
Controlo a todos solo never try to swept me
Some of you don't know what's happening que pasa
It's not for you anyway, 'cause this is for the Raza

[Chorus: x2]
This for La Raza, Raza
This for La Raza, Raza

The form I'm speaking is known as Calo
Why sabes que loco? Yo soy muy malo
Tu no sabes nada why yo vienes halo
Been hit in the head too many times with the palos
Still you trying to act cool, but you should know
You're so cool that I'ma call you a culo
You're just a pee wee, you can't get it ever
You're a leva
Your own barrio doesn't back you up
They just look at your ass and call you a pool butt
And so I look and I laugh and say que pasa
Yeah, this is for the Raza

[Chorus: x2]

Cruising in the calle, headed for the bolo
No want to go with me, so I had to go solo
And when I go out alone I'm packed
I touch all that chavalas when they know that I'm strapped
Every time that I pack my piece
I pull it out quick all the nonsense desease
Just like the song when you're 18 With A Bullet
Got my finger on a trigger, I'm not afraid to pull it
If it gets out of hand I know some mafiosos
Quick to pull out cuetes on some stupid ass baboso
Sitting there wondering what's happened, que pasa
Yeah, this is for the Raza

[Chorus: x2]

Me and my homies, we tighter than a glove
We chop a lot of game is how we do it at the Playaz Club
Check the fool or kick it in the tub
'cause we kick much ass at the Playaz Club

I got a hoe named Real de Real
She got a buddy named SP 12, now, you know the deal
We getz freaky in the studio late night
That's why the beats that you hear are comin' real tight

Somethin' to roll to, somethin' to stroll to
If you's a playa in the game this will hold you
Mo money mo money for the bank roll
Stick to the script don't slip in the nine-fo

A lot of fools put salt in the game
Till when these women get the notion that they runnin' the game, huh
I run my own and I'm my own self person
No respect make the situation worse then

Fillmoe, H.P. and Sunnydale, there's a playaz club everywhere you dwell
Lakeview, P.H. and Army Street, a different part of town
A different kind of freak, I just wiggle my toes on a mink rug
And press play on the remote at the Playaz Club

Me and my homies, we tighter than a glove
We chop a lot of game is how we do it at the Playaz Club
Check the fool or kick it in the tub
'cause we kick much ass at the Playaz Club

More champagne, Mr. 4-Tay?

From day one, I had to get my money right
Me, Fly and Franky J we took a airplane flight, huh
They wanted to hear a rap, I said alright bet
We dropped the beat and grabbed the mic then they wrote a check

A few G's for the pocket no hesitation
Took a flight back to the Golden State and
Shops made orders from a whole new capital
The word was gettin' out 4-Tay's out rappable

Don't need a Glock but I bought one just in case
Suckas try to stop me from pursuin' my paper chase
'cause the chase is on because it don't stop
I got the beat and got the rap you make the Glock pop

So treacherous suckas couldn't sweat this on a bad day
By the way just in case you never heard
Rappin' 4-Tay, I'm on the smooth tip
Never trippin' off them suckas poppin' off at the lip

I pop the top off the drank and we can roll some dank, bro
Leave the gat at the house bring some Dominoes
Take off your shoes relax and get a body rub
And shoot your mackin' at these women at the Playaz Club

Me and my homies, we tighter than a glove
We chop a lot of game is how we do it at the Playaz Club
Check the fool or kick it in the tub
'cause we kick much ass at the Playaz Club

You can't resist it but don't get it twisted
V.I.P. that means the number's not listed
Membership is based on clout and how you carry yourself
Now, homie what you all about?

I stack paper and kick it with the O.G's
Some got a nine-to-five, some drink a lot of keys
You can learn a whole lot from a playa
A lot of these playas make a damn good rhyme sayer

A lot of people get a misconception
And start driftin' in the wrong direction
Miss Goody Two Shoes, see you later
I ain't got time you ain't nuthin' but a playa hater

I'd rather kick it with the crew in Arizona
They chop game like we do in California
Another show another flow a new bank account
But cash money comes in large amounts

So get your membership but never slip to lame fast
Or else us and fly will have to tap that ass
And drop you to the ground and make your knees scrub
It's just an everyday thang at the Playaz Club

Me and my homies, we tighter than a glove
We chop a lot of game is how we do it at the Playaz Club
Check the fool or kick it in the tub
'cause we kick much ass at the Playaz Club

Me and my homies, we tighter than a glove
We chop a lot of game is how we do it at the Playaz Club
Check the fool or kick it in the tub
'cause we kick much ass at the Sucka Free club

Yeah, I'd like to send this shout out
To all the Playaz Clubs throughout the world
I know they got a Playaz Club out there in Chicago
What about that one they got out there in Philly, Fo?

You know they got one out there in Atlanta, the way they by choppin'
Shit, Detroit, New York, Texas
Yeah, but we gonna move on down to these
Playaz Clubs close to home like Seattle, L.A., Bakersfield, San Diego

P.A., V-Town, Richmond, Sacramento
Yeah, but a special shot goes out to the
Playaz Club right across the water in the Biggity Biggity O
Yeah, and last but definitely not least yeah, them

Playa Clubs they got right there in the
San Francisco mothafuckin' bay, yeah
Where your Playaz Club at 4?
My Playaz Club right in the heart of Fillmoe

Uh, I feel you boy, where yours at Fly?
Man, on the corner of Third and Newcomb right in the heart of H.P.
Huh, this is for all you playaz out there mayne
We out at the Playaz Club

Little Girl Voice) He once was a thug from around the way.
Eazy, but you should(Eazy-E Interupts with)
Bitch, Shut the fuck up.Get the fuck out of here.
Yo Dre give me a funky ass bass line.

(Intro Chorus)
What fuck is up? In the place to be.
Coming on the mic is Eazy Motherfucking-E.
Dre is on the beat.Yella's on the cut.
So listen right close while we rip shit up.
(Shit Up echoes while fading.)

Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, motherfuckers cold knocking the boots
'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster
If you heard (cash register), you think I own a drugstore
Getting stupid because I know how
And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW)
8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
The money that I make so I can add to my riches
Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat
Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat
A hardcore villain cold roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats

[Chorus]
Because I'm a ganster having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it

I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky, fresh Eazy-E
Kick, kick that shit
Where you from fool, Compton, yea

Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up
Stick my head out the window and I say what's up
To the niggas on the corner cold bumping the box
But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks
A dice game started so I said what the fuck
So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7
Rolled them motherfuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11
Got another point, I made a ten a fo'
Was taking niggas money and was itching for mo'
Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich
Till one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch
He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last
So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
He shot (gunshots), Then I shot (gunshots)
As you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha)

[Chorus]

(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)
Motherfucking Eazy does it
But how does he do it
Eazy does it do it eazy
That's what I'm doing
Stop
Man what ya gonna do now

Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story
Straight out the box from the gangsta category
About a sucker, a sucker motherfucker
He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker
He used to have a house car and golden rings
But the cooky cooky crack took all those things
He must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house
Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out
Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
Yea I went to jail but that wasn't shit
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
All the SHIT I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck
I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up
And said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up
Now back on the streets and my records are clean
I creeped on my bitch wit my uzi machine
Went to the house and kicked down the do'
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho

[Chorus]

From around the way, born in '73
Hardcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obsolete
A nigga with a serious ass attitude and 100% street
And if you all wanna hear some more
In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother
Word to the motherfucker

[Mack 10, Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz]
(Blaze up)
(Oh yeah)
World wide, west side
Yo
Mack 10 with The Dogg Pound
Yeah, and the hits don't stop (Sucker)
(Nothing but the cavi)
Hey, Daz (Sup)
Check this out, dog

[Mack 10]
Now when I come to y'all hood, y'all watch my back
And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack
So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper
Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper
Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast
A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased
Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be
Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be

[Dat Nigga Daz]
It ain't no questions asked
You down to blast for me?
Down to ride for me?
Down to die for me?
I come through for these sucker-ass niggas who rep
Come creeping up on shorty slowly, show him death
Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static
Blast a couple of niggas, leave em all panicked
We swerve and hit the curb, smoke some herb
We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub

[Kurupt]
We in the war zone,
Where the war's on
Where ya gun, nigga?
Show em where you're from, nigga
Riding-ass young nigga
Arsenal equipped, hot enough to scorch
With the double fours on the hip rolling with the force
He's out to catch a body
Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party
Now he's walking around smarter
Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumping
I'm about to get the pump to pumping and start dumping on something

[Chorus: Mack 10 (Dat Nigga Daz) {Kurupt}]
Fuck you over there
(Party over here)
{And if you want to trip, we got the straps near}

Cause niggas like us do platinum every year
(And if I ruled this sphere)
{Your shit'd disappear}

Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air
And wave em all around like ya just don't care
We're riding dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy
Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cooking nothing but the cavi

[Mack 10]
I'm serving niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast
Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most
Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle
And everything I make, fuck around and be a single
From the who banging hit, to the yes, yes, y'alls
Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls
We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it
But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticked

[Dat Nigga Daz]
I'll be god damned
I'm in it for a meal ticket
And the goal's successful
I don't know who to prove a show
Usual swerve a corner and hit a block back-to-back
Y'all don't know us like that,
Where the gang-banger's hang at
They "Daz, are you a rider?"
I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!"
From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood
On a cash mission bailing hood to hood

[Kurupt]
Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice,
I feel like loose-shaking niggas like dice
Forever in the day
Say what you say
On the mic I display, Philly to L.A.
I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl
To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back,
It's all about mashing, cashing heat in the stash
When you're in the neighborhood of assassins
What you say?

[Chorus]

[Dat Nigga Daz (Mack 10)]
What do you consider fun? (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)
All day night, and all night long
When you wake up in the morning
And you start to yawn
All day night, and all night long
See'mon, see'mon

(Yeah, dub S.C.G.
D.P.G.C.
Ha ha ha,
Take a picture, trick
Take a picture, trick
Take a picture, trick
It might make ya rich
Bitch)
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