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

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

I got more niggas tryin' to get at me the President do sometimes
Niggas be tryin' to get at me 'cos I be funky rhymes
What the fuck is goin' on? rap game is made to make money
You niggas is taking the shit outta hand, way too funny
Doin' too much, y'know what I see it from the
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 or whatever they call it
I guess time 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 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 makin' money and hope everything is still together
Havin' papers, man, now what y'all niggas
All broke on the corner, drinkin' your drink
be doin' what I'm doin'
But don't get mad and be tryin' to play-hate
'Cos, uhh, takin' around state to state

Representin', uhh, y'all 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, 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 that 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 bring a friend and you can on back
'Cos when you do, we gone be sippin' on Cognac
It's on me, I'm feelin' tonight
'Cos do mines and I'ma keep everything tight
I ain't nothin' leak 'cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught
And I get caught 'cos you know how they do it
that child support
Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his tight
18-point-5 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 to get away from some shit like dat, ain't that right
'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 ain't 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 to go to church

Look here, but cut it, gettin' five points
Step back for a second, I'm less than five to this joint
Hmm, if this is the bomb niggas blow up
Atlanta at the Olympics
Niggas be trippin' but be pimpin'
I don't be trippin' off no at all, no bitches
Just tryin' to get my money, I don't even be off no switches
I used to like low-riders but now I like
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 dollars and that's for real

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

What we like?
Makin' y'all diss us, that right
I should get upset but I'ma stay
Chill for a second, at some hos
Drinkin' my drink, smokin' my
Countin' my bank, uhh, that stank
Stanky bank is what I got I'ma keep it
And nah this no motherfuckin' 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 know how to alert and get wit dat
The dog run up on me, I him a cold like nigga back up off me
He turn around and the police, hmm
Game recognize Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my
I slide in the back of a garage dippin' with ho
They run right me, ask me, "Have I seen the suspect?"
"Yeah, he went that way", now for the