Intro: (Snoop with homey)
Homey: Ai Dogg, let me holla man Snoop: Wuz up Homey: is on the streets Your beats gone be delicate Dre did shake the spea's out, man. Snoop: Beats? So that's makes me now? Man, I give a fuck about no beat
(Now let me that shit man) (I ya Dogg) (It's a cold, thing!) (It's a thing!) (For real, hmm!)
I got niggas tryin to get at me than the President do sometimes be tryin to get at me cos I be droppin funky rhymes What the fuck is on? This rap game is made to make money You is taking the shit outta hand, actin' way too funny Doin too much, I see it from the get-go What the fuck's 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 call it I guess it's time for me to act like an alcoholic And step to the game, I'm a stumble in I don't know And if a nigga say somethin wrong, I'm takin off the get-go I ain't givin no to try to get me first Cos I done bombed on before and I'ma tell you, man, that's the worst in the world, but I'ma keep my thang together Cos I'ma makin money and hope everything is still together Havin papers, man, now what y'all doin? All y'all broke on the corner, drinkin your drink, wanna be what I'm But don't get mad and don't be to play-hate Cos, uhh, takin trips around to state Representin, uhh, y'all wanna represent But can't represent it cos y'all got no dollars, no cents I'm movin on, on and I'm movin Makin moves than the average Cuban Tryin ta get G's across the town, ta make more hits And tryin ta get my game tight and get at bitch Now if she wants to get with this, she come holla at a player, do' Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls And she wants to jump in, a friend Cos everything is like alphabet, on in Come on in and bring a and you can come on back Cos when you do, we be sippin on some Cognac on me, I'm feelin good tonight Cos do mines and I'ma keep everything tight I ain't lettin leak cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught And I can't get caught cos you know how do it about that child support Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his game 18-point-5 percent, half your life Shit, I my baby boy and all But I ain't gonna be no bitch, no no, no way Dogg I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too I'm guaranteed to get away from some shit dat, ain't that right Cos, uhh, when you in this game you got to be the real player You can't be no fake ass talkin about you wanna be the man Cos if you ain't with the game, the game ain't be wit you And I can put that on everything you
(Snoop talking)
One of five black males berfore the year 2000 will be detained or No justice, no the truth hurts, we scared to go to church
Look here, but don't cut it, five points back for a second, I'm puttin less than five to this joint Hmm, if this is the bomb niggas gonna blow up Atlanta at the Olympics Niggas be trippin but I'll be I don't be off no nigga at all, no bitches Just tryin to get money, I even be trippin off no switches I used to like low-riders but now I like I put it down wit me and make a hit maker, I love the Lakers now cos now got Shaq O'Neal It's time to make a million and that's for real See we gone blow up and show up and throw up nuttin but Dogg Give it to ya ta put it down and we'll be to your town So just sit in your seats and wait til we through Until we do just keep smokin grey and Or whatever you do just stay true to you do Cos we gone keep doin the fuck we got to do Now, me now and listen to the instructions Cos the game's gonna get deep now, is tryin ta creep Tryin ta get up on game but they don't wanna be with the PG All of a sudden wanna dis DP Now, what we like? Makin y'all diss us, that right I should get upset but I'ma stay Chill for a second, spit at hos Drinkin my drink, smokin my Countin my bank, uhh that shit bank is what I got cos I'ma keep it And nah this no motherfuckin secret
(Snoop talking)
Yeah, we're in season Niggas lookin for a It's like without the feast Yeah the truth hurts, we're scared to go to
They got me runnin my life, I'm jumpin gates got dogs on my ass, but I'm a Dogg So I how to alert and get wit dat shit The dog run up on me I give him a Like back up off me He around and bite the police, hmm Game Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes I slide in the back of a garage, with this ho run right past me, ask me "Have I seen the suspect?" "Yeah, he that way", now for the jack