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Ai Dogg, let me at'cha man
Wuz up
is on the streets
Your gone be delicate
Dre did shake the spea's out, man
Delicate,
So that's makes me now?
Man, I give a fuck about no beat

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

I got more niggas tryin' to get at me than the President do
be tryin' to get at me 'cos I be droppin' funky rhymes
What the fuck is goin' on? This rap game is to make money
You niggas is taking the shit hand, actin' way too funny
Doin' too much, what 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 willies or they call it
I guess it's time for me to act just an alcoholic
And to the game, I'm a stumble in like I don't know
And if a nigga say wrong, I'm takin' 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 I'ma keep my together
'Cos I'ma keep makin' money and hope everything is still
Havin' papers, man, now what niggas doin'?
All y'all on the corner, drinkin' your drink
Wanna be what I'm doin'
But don't get mad and be tryin' to play-hate
'Cos, uhh, takin' trips 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
Makin' more than the average Cuban
Tryin' ta get G's across the town, tryin' ta make hits
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 that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce
And she to jump in, bring a friend
everything is like alphabet, come on in

Come on in and bring a friend and you can come on
'Cos when you do, we be sippin' on some Cognac
It's on me, I'm feelin' tonight
'Cos I'ma do mines and I'ma keep everything
I lettin' nothin' leak 'cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught
And I can't get 'cos you know how they do it
About child support
Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his tight
Gettin' 18-point-5 percent, your life
Shit, I love my 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 to get away from some shit 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 ass nigga talkin' about you wanna be the man
'Cos if you ain't with the game, the ain't gonna be wit you
And I can put that on everything you

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

Look here, but don't cut it, five points
back for a second, I'm puttin' less than five to this joint
Hmm, if is the bomb niggas gonna blow up
Like at the Olympics
Niggas be trippin' but be pimpin'
I don't be off no nigga at all, no bitches
Just tryin' to get my money, I don't be trippin' off no switches
I used to low-riders but now I like Eastsiders
I put it down wit me and a hit maker, y'knowhatI'msayin'?
I love the Lakers now 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 down and be 'round to your town
So just sit in your seats and wait we come through
Until we do just keep smokin' and blue
Or you do just stay true to what you do
'Cos we gone keep doin' what the we got to do
Now, follow me now and to the instructions
the game's gonna 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 sudden everybody dis DP

we look like?
Makin' y'all diss us, that ain't
I should get upset but stay composed
Chill for a second, spit at hos
Drinkin' my drink, smokin' my
Countin' my bank, uhh, that stank
Stanky bank is what I got 'cos I'ma it
And nah ain't no motherfuckin' secret

Yeah, in drought season
Niggas for a reason
It's like thanksgiving without the
Yeah, the truth hurts, we're to go to church

got me runnin' from my life, I'm jumpin' gates
They got dogs on my ass but I'm a
So I know how to and get wit dat shit
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 of a garage dippin' with this ho
They run right past me, ask me, "Have I the suspect?"
"Yeah, he went that way", now for the