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Intro: (Snoop talking homey)

Homey: Ai Dogg, let me holla man
Snoop: Wuz up
Homey: Word is on the
Your gone be delicate since Dre did shake the spea's out,
man.
Snoop: Delicate?
So that's makes me now?
Man, I don't give a fuck no beat

(Now let me shake shit man)
(I ya Dogg)
(It's a cold, thing!)
(It's a thing!)
(For real, hmm!)

I got more niggas tryin to get at me than the do sometimes
be tryin to get at me cos I be droppin funky rhymes
What the fuck is goin on? This rap is made to make money
You niggas is taking the shit outta hand, actin' way too
Doin too much, y'know I see it the get-go
What the fuck's goin on wit you niggas, y'all to play a low pro
And ta be hard and tryin ta be big willies or whatever they call it
I guess it's for me to act just like an alcoholic
And step to the game, I'm a stumble in like I know
And if a say somethin wrong, I'm takin off from the get-go
I ain't givin no to try to get me first
Cos I been 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 keep makin money and hope is still together
Havin papers, man, now what y'all niggas
All y'all broke on the corner, drinkin your drink, wanna be what I'm

But don't get mad and don't be tryin to
Cos, uhh, takin around state to state
Representin, uhh, y'all wanna represent
But y'all can't it cos y'all got no dollars, no cents
I'm on, groovin on and I'm movin
Makin moves than the average Cuban
Tryin ta get G's across the town, tryin ta make hits
And tryin ta get my tight and get at your bitch
Now if she wants to get this, she gone come holla at a player, do'
Cos she know that Snoop is got that white Rolls Royce
And she wants to in, bring a friend
Cos everything is like alphabet, on in
Come on in and a friend and you can come on back
Cos when you do, we gone be sippin on some
It's on me, I'm feelin tonight
Cos do mines and I'ma keep everything tight
I ain't lettin nothin leak cos if thangs leak, I'm get caught
And I can't get caught cos you know how they do it about child support
Shit, bitches is on a nigga who ain't got his game tight
Gettin 18-point-5 percent, half life
Shit, I love my boy and all
But I ain't gonna be payin no bitch, no no, no way
I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too
I'm to get away from some shit like 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 nigga talkin about you be the man
Cos if you ain't with the game, the game gonna be wit you
And I can put on everything including you

(Snoop talking)

One of every five black males berfore the year 2000 be detained or

No justice, no
Yeah the truth hurts, we scared to go to

here, but don't cut it, gettin five points
Step back for a second, I'm less than five to this joint
Hmm, if this is the bomb niggas gonna blow up like Atlanta at the
Niggas be trippin but be pimpin
I don't be trippin off no nigga at all, no
tryin to get money, I don't even be trippin off no switches
I to like low-riders but now I like Eastsiders
I put it down wit me and a hit maker, y'knowhatI'msayin?
I love the Lakers now cos now they got Shaq
It's time to make a dollars and that's for real
See we gone blow up and show up and throw up nuttin but Dogg
it to ya ta put it down and we'll be round to your town
So sit in your seats and wait til we come through
Until we do just keep smokin and blue
Or you do just stay true to what you do
Cos we gone doin what the fuck we got to do
Now, follow me now and to the instructions
Cos the game's gonna get now, niggas is tryin ta creep
Tryin ta get up on game but don't wanna be down with the PG
All of a sudden everybody dis DP
Now, what we look
Makin diss us, that ain't right
I get upset but I'ma stay composed
for a second, spit at some hos
Drinkin my drink, smokin my
Countin my bank, uhh that stank
Stanky bank is what I got cos I'ma it
And nah this no motherfuckin secret

(Snoop talking)

Yeah, in drought season
lookin for a reason
It's like thanksgiving the feast
Yeah the truth hurts, we're to go to church

They got me runnin from my life, I'm jumpin
They got 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 him a cold
Like back up off me
He around and bite the police, hmm
Game recognise Snoop too cold, I'm on my toes
I in the back of a garage, dippin with this ho
They run right me, ask me "Have I seen the suspect?"
"Yeah, he went way", now for the jack