[Snoop 1998, Records steps on the scene any other record label, we plan to get green And keep it clean, and stay oh so So so tough, haha
Free] What his here? This for suckas Nigga I came from a long line of that scared of NAR' ONE OF Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS!! I see these niggas wanna see me catch a and get struck out But I'm laughin', to knock they ass the fuck out Bitch actin' like a stuck up clown why yo raggety-ass attitude is fucked up now Freeeeee......hahaha Bitch swingin' on my dick WEEEEE! The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel mackin' tonight (aight) Now 70 niggas? 30 gon' hate us That's why I play the role, control and throw them off wit' these dirty See was torn if I bought me somethin' to eat, shit I you somethin too, WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS! BUT NOW?! You'd rather bring me down and see me Walkin' wit my head down dependin' on y'all
The call me I to Spark-le I'm 'bout to barbecue a bitch like the Am I a NO Ya' in my car? NO My name is Soopafly, so ya' all know Now heffer don't act stupid, 'cause who I am The quick to talk shit and don't give a damn I that hoe run, man that hoe better scram I across the land Better read ya' press telegram Snoop Dogg told me Now blow me back while I'm pimpin on this funky Bang E.S. we givin' it up got the bitches the rest We motherfuckers, run up and come test Better, hide yo chest and yo vest No bullshit, take yo so quick and so fast (so fast) wit' us I'll put a foot up yo ass
[Ruff calls from the pen, so I catch it in the kitchen The homie say, send him naked pictures of And if they backwards, he'll have a homie's jackup That nigga fucked Pat up, fuck havin' a homies up We slap hoes step on toes of our DaDa's and ask them niggas in the Source when I caught them while y'all was pacin', the homies was bringin' up Eliminating fake while I'm paper chasin'
[Snoop and Dogghouse (woof) in ya (we'll make you go away) 4X]
Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, this Kurupt bitch,
OK, let the homies the K Dippin hittin' bouncin' over ditches collapse niggas, perhaps niggas Trap or dap and clap niggas, I'M YOUNG Put it up, pistols might sizzle a For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my LIke a or a busta, bust a, four fizzle surface the air miss wit a homie, for the whistle Who you thought we was? Temperatures might everybody feel the fire from the 5's I told Daz we about to fry niggas like And seperate by 5's, and light up the skies that D.P., K-U-R-U-P-T Dippin' and I'm out, put a in yo mouth gangstas (woof, woof, woof, woof) Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo mouth, ya
Like this, for the sake of the Bitch nigga get ?blasted? out the frame Let punk punk you up You jumped up and got stomped the fuck down, now? Showdown, got three ring circus Bozo's work or see the tears of a clown Listen nit wit, you get wit try to sit wit, and get yo split quick If you wanna say the word is word is bond, then, I attack like ninja You rhyme soft like the Hunter Heather Hunter, fake a fronter D to the O-G-G Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya know Long Beach dirty like THE SOUTH!
[King ?Wit Free in? I'm in this motherfucker leanin' I'm quick to do it umm, to do it Stayed on my like the nigga pimpin', watching the corner love to my niggas rippin', in California Doin it big with my Bad, these niggas mad At the Benz, guzzlin' Henn It's and we all in, ballin' Goldie got a couple of hoppin' out the Rolls, we chillin
[Goldie I in bangin dub ?minutes? (20 minutes) All my niggas I ain't no motherfucking gimp I get down damn, runnin' from town nigga, Dogg Pound bound How you motherfuckers like me now when I do it on the microphone, cuss on the microphone? Yeah this nigga like Tracy, Deee his ass, slap his ass in the striz-neet Catch him wit the headlock, whippin' wit the glock Lil' Goldie Loc about to set up These don't like me anyway Shit, I got nothing to say, wit no time to play What motherfuckers thought I was about? When I this bitch i put my dick in her mouth Now all them got something to say But I'ma tell 'em Lil' don't play, nigga
Deee] Yeah it's the of the click Known to sleep a quick So watch how ya' gums speakin' on the wrist I drew the diagram how to mash the Never hesitated it came to blasting thangs From the knuckle shoes when we lock and strap I'm a real rider nigga you can the act I got stripes and from a life at war Twice as hard, as claim they sheisty y'all Criminal, lay 'em down for their and sacks For the mic, used to trife with the mass and Do or die, to survive from my time of Then I'm out for gettin' mine till I the hearse It's down, Dogghouse gangsta style And Death Row, we'll take 'em out We got the whole rap game now (C--RIP!!) What you motherfuckers think this about?
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[Mixmaster Oh, good Topp Dogg I'm so glad you're here All the bitches in the front, the gangsters in the I'm not Dr. Jekyll nor Mr. Whoever you that, they told you a lie You been a and a waitin', as I can see So treat me the pope and bow to your knees Oh the genius on the mic is back So get on the phone and go a friend I been a for a while as you all know And now I'm back on the mic doggin' the I got platinum 'round my neck, that will never The name of the chain's Mixmaster A sure shot, body A c'mon get ready to rock A sure shot, body A everybody..............
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