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Ai Dogg, let me holla 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 about no beat

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

I got more niggas tryin' to get at me than the President do
Niggas be tryin' to get at me 'cos I be droppin' 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, y'know what I see it from the
What the fuck's on wit you niggas, y'all tryin' to play a low pro
And tryin' ta be and tryin' ta be big willies or whatever they call it
I guess it's for me to act just like an alcoholic
And to the game, I'm a stumble in like I don't know
And if a nigga say somethin' wrong, I'm takin' off the get-go

I givin' no room to try to get me first
'Cos I done bombed on before and I'ma tell you
Man, that's the
in the world, but I'ma keep my thang together
'Cos I'ma makin' money and hope everything is still together
Havin' papers, man, now what niggas doin'?
All y'all on the corner, drinkin' your drink
Wanna be doin' I'm doin'
But get mad and don't be tryin' to play-hate
'Cos, uhh, takin' trips around to state

Representin', uhh, what y'all wanna
But y'all can't represent it y'all got no dollars, no cents
I'm on, groovin' on and I'm movin'
Makin' moves than the average Cuban
Tryin' ta get G's across the town, tryin' ta make 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 Snoop 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 a friend and you can come on back
when you do, we gone be sippin' on some Cognac
It's on me, I'm feelin' good
'Cos I'ma do mines and keep everything tight
I ain't lettin' leak 'cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught
And I can't get 'cos you know how they do it
that child support
Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his game
18-point-5 percent, half your life
Shit, I love my boy and all

But I ain't gonna be payin' no bitch, no no, no way
I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too
I'm guaranteed to get away from some shit like dat, ain't right
'Cos, uhh, you play in this game you got to be the real player
You can't be no ass nigga talkin' 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 males before the year 2000
Will be detained or
No justice, no
Yeah, the truth hurts, we scared to go to

Look here, but cut it, gettin' five points
Step 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
be trippin' 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 be trippin' off no switches
I used to like but now I like Eastsiders
I put it down wit me and make a hit maker,
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 blow up and show up and throw up but Dogg Pound
Give it to ya ta put it down and we'll be 'round to your
So sit in your seats and wait til' we come through
we do just keep smokin' gray and blue
Or you do just stay true to what you do
'Cos we gone keep doin' the fuck we got to do
Now, me now and listen to the instructions
'Cos the game's 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 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, at some hos
my drink, smokin' my dank
Countin' my bank, uhh, that shit
Stanky bank is what I got 'cos I'ma it
And nah this ain't no secret

Yeah, we're in drought
lookin' for a reason
It's thanksgiving without the feast
Yeah, the hurts, we're scared to go to church

They got me from my life, I'm jumpin' gates
They got dogs on my ass but I'm a
So I know how to alert and get wit dat
The dog run up on me, I give him a cold like nigga up off me
He around and bite the police, hmm
Game Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes
I in the back of a garage dippin' with this ho
They run right me, ask me, "Have I seen the suspect?"
"Yeah, he went way", now for the jack