Intro: (Snoop with homey)
Homey: Ai Dogg, let me holla man Wuz up home? Homey: Word is on the Your gone be delicate since Dre did shake the spea's out, man. Snoop: Delicate? So that's what makes me Man, I don't give a fuck about no
(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 President do Niggas be tryin to get at me cos I be funky rhymes What the fuck is goin on? This rap game is to make money You niggas is taking the shit outta hand, way too funny too much, y'know I see it from the get-go What the fuck's goin on wit you niggas, y'all tryin to a low pro And tryin ta be hard and tryin ta be big willies or they call it I guess time for me to act just like an alcoholic And step to the game, I'm a stumble in I don't know And if a nigga say wrong, I'm takin off from 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 Fifth in the world, but I'ma keep my together Cos I'ma keep makin money and hope everything is together Havin papers, man, now what y'all doin? All y'all broke on the corner, drinkin drink, wanna be doin what I'm But don't get mad and don't be to play-hate 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 movin on, groovin on and I'm Makin more moves the average Cuban Tryin ta get G's across the town, tryin ta make more And tryin ta get my game and get at your bitch Now if she to get with this, she gone come holla at a player, do' Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got white Rolls Royce And she wants to in, bring 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 gone be on some Cognac It's on me, I'm feelin good 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 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, your life Shit, I my baby 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 guaranteed to get away some shit like dat, ain't that right Cos, uhh, when you play in 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 gonna be wit you And I can put that on including you
(Snoop talking)
One of every five black males berfore the year 2000 will be or No justice, no Yeah the truth hurts, we scared to go to
Look here, but don't cut it, five points Step back for a second, I'm puttin less five to this joint Hmm, if this is the niggas gonna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics Niggas be but I'll be pimpin I don't be trippin off no at all, no bitches Just to get money, I don't even be trippin off no switches I used to like but now I like Eastsiders I put it wit me and make a hit maker, y'knowhatI'msayin? I love the Lakers now cos now they got Shaq It's to make a million dollars 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 round to town So just sit in your seats and wait til we come Until we do just smokin grey and blue Or whatever you do just true to what you do Cos we gone keep doin what the we got to do Now, follow me now and listen to the Cos the game's get deep now, niggas is tryin ta creep Tryin ta get up on game but they don't wanna be down the PG All of a everybody wanna dis DP Now, what we like? y'all 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 bank is what I got cos I'ma keep it And nah this ain't no motherfuckin
(Snoop talking)
Yeah, we're in drought Niggas lookin for a It's like without the feast Yeah the truth hurts, we're scared to go to
got me runnin from my life, I'm jumpin gates 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 give him a Like back up off me He turn around and the police, hmm Game recognise 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 way", now for the jack