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Ai Dogg, let me at'cha man
Wuz up
is on the streets
Your gone be delicate
Since Dre did shake the out, man
Delicate,
So that's what me now?
Man, I don't give a fuck no beat

Now let me shake that man
I ya Dogg
It's a cold, thing
a cold thing
For real, hmm

I got more niggas 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 goin' on? rap game is made to make money
You niggas is the shit outta hand, actin' way too funny
Doin' too much, y'know what I see it from the
What the fuck's goin' on wit you niggas, y'all to play a low pro
And tryin' ta be hard and tryin' ta be big willies or whatever they 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 no room to try to get me first
'Cos I been bombed on before and I'ma tell you
Man, the worst
Fifth in the world, but keep my thang together
'Cos I'ma keep makin' money and everything is still together
Havin' papers, man, now what niggas doin'?
All y'all broke on the corner, your drink
Wanna be doin' I'm doin'
But don't get mad and be tryin' to play-hate
'Cos, uhh, trips around state to state

Representin', uhh, what wanna represent
But y'all can't it 'cos y'all got no dollars, no cents
I'm movin' on, on and I'm movin'
Makin' more moves 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 your
Now if she wants to get with this, she come holla at a player, do'
she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce
And she wants to in, bring a friend
'Cos everything is 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
on me, I'm feelin' good tonight
'Cos do mines and I'ma keep everything tight
I ain't lettin' nothin' leak if thangs leak, then I'm get caught
And I can't get caught 'cos you how they do it
that child support
Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who got his game tight
Gettin' percent, half 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 on my toes, I'm too tight
I'm guaranteed to get away from some shit like dat, ain't that
'Cos, uhh, when you play in this game you got to be the player
You be no fake ass nigga talkin' about you wanna be the man
if you ain't with the game, the game ain't gonna be wit you
And I can put that on everything you

One of every five black before the year 2000
Will be or deceased
No justice, no
Yeah, the hurts, we scared to go to church

Look here, but don't cut it, gettin' five
Step back for a second, I'm puttin' less than to this joint
Hmm, if this is the bomb niggas blow up
Like at the Olympics
Niggas be trippin' but be pimpin'
I be trippin' off no nigga at all, no bitches
Just to get my money, I don't even be trippin' off no switches
I used to like low-riders but now I Eastsiders
I put it down wit me and make a hit maker,
I love the Lakers now 'cos now they got Shaq
It's time to make a million dollars and that's for

See we gone blow up and show up and 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 seats and wait we come through
Until we do just keep gray and blue
Or whatever you do just stay to what you do
we gone keep doin' what the fuck we got to do
Now, follow me now and listen to the
'Cos the game's gonna get deep now, niggas is tryin' ta
Tryin' ta get up on game but they don't wanna be with the PG
All of a everybody wanna dis DP

What we like?
Makin' y'all us, that ain't right
I should get upset but I'ma stay
Chill for a second, spit at hos
Drinkin' my drink, my dank
Countin' my bank, uhh, that shit
bank is what I got 'cos I'ma keep it
And nah this no motherfuckin' secret

Yeah, we're in drought
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 gates
They got 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 cold like nigga up off me
He turn around and the police, hmm
recognize 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