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

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

I got niggas tryin' to get at me than the President do sometimes
Niggas be tryin' to get at me 'cos I be funky rhymes
What the fuck is on? This 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 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 it's for me to act just 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 off from the get-go

I givin' no room to try to get me first
'Cos I done been bombed on 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' your
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 y'all wanna
But y'all represent it 'cos y'all got no dollars, no cents
I'm movin' on, on and I'm movin'
Makin' moves than the average Cuban
Tryin' ta get G's across the town, tryin' ta 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 Snoop Dogg is got that white Royce
And she wants to jump in, a friend
'Cos everything is alphabet, come on in

Come on in and bring a and you can come on back
'Cos 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 keep tight
I ain't nothin' 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 got his game tight
Gettin' 18-point-5 percent, half life
Shit, I love my 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 like dat, ain't that right
'Cos, uhh, when you play in this game you got to be the real
You can't be no fake ass nigga talkin' about you 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 or deceased
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' than five to this joint
Hmm, if is the bomb niggas gonna blow up
Atlanta at the Olympics
Niggas be but I'll be pimpin'
I don't be off no nigga at all, no bitches
Just tryin' to get my money, I don't even be trippin' off no
I used to low-riders but now I like Eastsiders
I put it down wit me and a hit maker, y'knowhatI'msayin'?
I the Lakers now 'cos now they got Shaq O'Neal
It's time to make a million and that's for real

See we gone blow up and show up and up nuttin' but Dogg Pound
Give it to ya ta put it and we'll be 'round to your town
So just sit in your seats and til' we come through
Until we do just keep gray and blue
Or whatever you do stay true to what you do
'Cos we gone keep what the fuck we got to do
Now, follow me now and listen to the
the game's gonna get deep now, niggas is tryin' ta creep
Tryin' ta get up on but they don't wanna be down with the PG
All of a sudden wanna dis DP

What we look
Makin' diss us, that ain't right
I should get upset but I'ma stay
for a second, spit at some hos
Drinkin' my drink, smokin' my
Countin' my bank, uhh, shit stank
Stanky bank is I got 'cos I'ma keep it
And nah this ain't no secret

Yeah, we're in season
Niggas 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 how to alert and get wit dat shit
The dog run up on me, I him a cold like nigga back up off me
He turn and bite the police, hmm
recognize Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes
I slide in the of a garage dippin' with this ho
run right past me, ask me, "Have I seen the suspect?"
"Yeah, he went that way", now for the