Intro: (Snoop talking homey)
Homey: Ai Dogg, let me at'cha man Wuz up home? Homey: is on the streets beats gone be delicate since Dre did shake the spea's out, man. Snoop: Beats? So what makes me now? Man, I don't give a 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 more niggas tryin to get at me than the do sometimes Niggas be to get at me cos I be droppin funky rhymes What the fuck is goin on? rap game is made to make money You is taking the shit outta hand, actin' way too funny too much, y'know I see it from the get-go What the goin on wit you niggas, y'all tryin to play a low pro And tryin ta be hard and tryin ta be big or whatever they call it I guess it's time for me to act just like an And step to the game, I'm a in like I don't know And if a nigga say somethin wrong, I'm off from the get-go I ain't givin no to try to get me first Cos I done been 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 is still together papers, man, now what y'all niggas doin? All y'all broke on the corner, drinkin your drink, be doin what I'm But don't get mad and be tryin to play-hate Cos, uhh, takin around state to state Representin, uhh, what wanna represent But y'all can't represent it cos 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 across the town, tryin ta more hits And ta get my game tight and get at your bitch Now if she wants to get with this, she gone holla at a player, do' Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls And she wants to jump in, bring a Cos everything is alphabet, come on in Come on in and a friend and you can come on back Cos when you do, we gone be sippin on some on me, I'm feelin good tonight Cos I'ma do 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 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 love my boy and all But I ain't gonna be payin no bitch, no no, no way I'm too on my toes, I'm too tight I'm guaranteed to get away some shit like dat, ain't that right Cos, uhh, you play 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 ain't gonna be wit you And I can put that on including you
(Snoop talking)
One of every five black berfore the year 2000 will 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 for a second, I'm puttin less than five to this joint Hmm, if this is the bomb niggas gonna blow up like Atlanta at the be trippin but I'll be pimpin I don't be trippin off no at all, no bitches Just tryin to get money, I don't even be off no switches I used to low-riders but now I like 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 It's time to a million dollars and that's for real See we gone up and show up and throw up nuttin but Dogg Pound Give it to ya ta put it down and we'll be 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 keep doin 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 don't be down with the PG All of a everybody wanna dis DP Now, we look like? Makin y'all diss us, ain't right I should get upset but stay composed for a second, spit at some hos Drinkin my drink, my dank Countin my bank, uhh that stank Stanky bank is what I got cos keep it And nah this ain't no secret
(Snoop talking)
Yeah, we're in drought Niggas for a reason like thanksgiving 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 know how to alert and get wit dat The dog run up on me I him a cold nigga back up off me He turn and bite the police, hmm Game recognise Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my I slide in the back of a garage, dippin with ho They run right me, ask me "Have I seen the suspect?" "Yeah, he that way", now for the jack