Ai Dogg, let me at'cha man Wuz up Word is on the Your gone be delicate Since Dre did the spea's out, man Delicate, So that's what makes me Man, I don't give a fuck no beat
Now let me shake shit man I hear ya It's a cold, cold It's a 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? This rap game is made to money You niggas is the shit outta hand, actin' way too funny Doin' too much, y'know I see it from the get-go the fuck's goin' on wit you niggas, y'all tryin' to play a low pro And tryin' ta be hard and tryin' ta be big willies or whatever they it I it's 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 somethin' wrong, I'm takin' off from the
I givin' no room to try to get me first I done been bombed on before and I'ma tell you Man, that's the 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 y'all doin'? All y'all broke on the corner, drinkin' drink be doin' what 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 represent it 'cos y'all got no dollars, no 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 to get with this, she gone come holla at a player, do' 'Cos she know that Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce And she to jump in, bring a friend 'Cos everything is like alphabet, on in
Come on in and bring a friend and you can on back when you do, we gone be sippin' on some Cognac It's on me, I'm good tonight 'Cos I'ma do mines and I'ma everything tight I ain't lettin' leak 'cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught And I can't get caught you know how they do it About that child Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his game Gettin' percent, half your life Shit, I my baby boy and all
But I ain't be payin' no bitch, no no, no way Dogg I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too I'm guaranteed to get away from some shit like dat, ain't that 'Cos, uhh, you play in this game you got to be the real player You can't be no fake ass nigga 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
One of every five black males before the 2000 Will be detained or No justice, no Yeah, the 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 five to joint Hmm, if this is the niggas gonna blow up Like Atlanta at the Niggas be trippin' but I'll be I don't be trippin' off no at all, no bitches tryin' to get my 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 now 'cos now they got Shaq O'Neal It's time to make a million 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 'round to your So just sit in your seats and wait we come through Until we do just keep smokin' and blue Or whatever you do stay 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 gonna get deep now, niggas is tryin' ta ta get up on game but they don't wanna be down with the PG All of a sudden everybody dis DP
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, smokin' my Countin' my bank, uhh, that stank Stanky is what I got 'cos I'ma keep it And nah this ain't no motherfuckin'
Yeah, in drought season Niggas lookin' for a It's like thanksgiving without the Yeah, the hurts, we're scared 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 know how to alert and get wit dat The dog run up on me, I give him a cold like back up off me He turn around and the police, hmm Game Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes I slide in the back of a dippin' with this ho They run right past me, ask me, "Have I the suspect?" "Yeah, he that way", now for the jack