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Intro: (Snoop talking homey)

Ai Dogg, let me holla at'cha man
Snoop: Wuz up
Homey: Word is on the
beats gone be delicate since Dre did shake the spea's out,
man.
Snoop: Beats?
So that's what makes me
Man, I give a fuck about 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 tryin to get at me than the President do sometimes
Niggas be tryin to get at me cos I be funky rhymes
What the is goin on? This rap game is made to make money
You niggas is the shit outta hand, actin' way too funny
Doin too much, I see it from the get-go
What the fuck's goin on wit you niggas, tryin to play a low pro
And tryin ta be hard and ta be big willies or whatever they call it
I guess it's time for me to act like an alcoholic
And step to the game, I'm a stumble in like I know
And if a nigga say somethin wrong, I'm takin off the get-go
I givin no room 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 makin money and hope everything is still together
papers, man, now what y'all niggas doin?
All y'all on the corner, drinkin your drink, wanna be doin what I'm

But get mad and don't be tryin to play-hate
Cos, uhh, takin around state to state
Representin, uhh, what y'all represent
But y'all represent it cos y'all got no dollars, no cents
I'm movin on, groovin on and I'm
more moves than the average Cuban
Tryin ta get G's the town, tryin ta make more 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 Dogg is got that white Royce
And she wants to jump in, a friend
Cos is like alphabet, come on in
Come on in and bring a friend and you can on back
Cos you do, we gone be sippin on some Cognac
It's on me, I'm feelin good
Cos I'ma do mines and I'ma keep tight
I ain't nothin leak cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught
And I get caught cos you know how they do it about that child support
Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his tight
Gettin 18-point-5 percent, half your
Shit, I my baby boy and all
But I gonna be payin no bitch, no no, no way Dogg
I'm too on my toes, I'm too tight
I'm guaranteed to get away from some shit dat, ain't that right
Cos, uhh, you play in this game you got to be the real player
You be no fake ass nigga talkin about you wanna 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 2000 will be detained or

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

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

(Snoop talking)

Yeah, we're in season
lookin for a reason
It's thanksgiving without the feast
the truth hurts, we're scared to go to church

They got me runnin from my life, I'm gates
got dogs on my ass, but I'm a Dogg
So I know how to and get wit dat shit
The dog run up on me I give him a
nigga 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, dippin this ho
They run right past me, ask me "Have I the suspect?"
"Yeah, he went that way", now for the