Ay, Dogg, let me holla at cha, man
Wuz up, home?
Word is on the streets, your beats gon' be delicate
Since Dre did shake the spea's out, man
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 tryna 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 takin' 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 tryna play a low pro
And tryna be hard and tryna be big willies or whatever they call it
But yet it's time for me to act just like an alcoholic
And step to the game, I'ma 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'mma tell you, man, that's the worst
Feelin' in the world (Feelin' the world), but I'mma keep my thang together
Cos I'mma keep makin' money (I'mam 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, uh, takin' trips around state to state
Representin', uh, 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
Tryna get G's across the town, tryna make more hits
And tryna, get my game tight, and get at yo' bitch (And get at yo' bitch)
Now if she wants to get with this, she gone come holla at a playa, do'
Cos she know that Snoop Dogg's got that white Rolls-Royce
And she wants to jump in, bring a friend (Bring a friend)
Cos everything is like alphabet, come on in (Come on in)
Come on in and bring a friend and you can come on back (Come on back)
Cos when you do, we gone be sippin' on some Cognac (Cognac)
It's on me, I'm feelin' good tonight (Tonight)
Cos I'mma do mines and I'mma keep everything tight
I ain't lettin' nothin' leak cos if thangs leak, then I'ma get caught
And I can't get caught cos you know how they do it about that child support (Shh)
Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his game tight
Gettin' 18-point-5 percent, half yo' life
Shit, I love my baby boy and all
But I ain't gonna be payin' no bitch, no, no, no way, Dogg (No way)
I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too tight
I'm guaranteed to get away (I'm guaranteed to get away) from some shit like dat, ain't that right
Cos, uh, when you play in this game you got to be the real playa
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 everythin' includin' you (Includin' you)
One of every five black males before the year 2000
Will be detained or deceased
No justice, no peace (Peace)
Yeah, the truth hurts, if you're scared, go to church (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 (Olympics)
Niggas be trippin' but I'll be pimpin'
I don't be trippin' off no nigga at all, no bitches
Just tryna get money, I don't even be trippin' off no switches
I used to like low-ridas, but now I like Eastsiders (Eastside)
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 (Shaq' O'Neal)
It's time to make a million dollars and that's for real
See, we gon' blow up and show up and throw up nuttin' but Dogg Pound
Guaranteed to put it down, and we'll be 'round to yo' town
So just, sit in your seats, and wait 'til we come through
Until we do, just keep smokin' grey and blue
Or whatever (Or whatever), you do, just stay true to what you do
Cos we gon' keep, doin' what the fuck we got to do (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 tryna creep
Tryna, get up on game but they don't wanna be down with the 'PG
All of a sudden, everybody wanna diss DP
Now, what we look like? (What we look like?)
Makin' y'all diss us, that ain't right
I should get upset but I'mma stay composed
Chill for a second (Whassup, baby?), spit at some hoes
Drinkin' my drink (Hm), smokin' my dank (That's right)
Countin' my bank, uhh, that shit stank
Stanky bank is what I got cos I'mma keep it (Keep it)
And, nah, this ain't no mothafuckin' secret (Mothafuckin' secret)
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 (Go to church)
They got me runnin' for 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 (The dog) run up on me, I give him a cold
Like, nigga, back up off me (Hahahaha)
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 hoe
They run right past me, ask me, "Have I seen the suspect?"
"Yeah, he went that way", now, I finna jet
