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Ai Dogg, let me holla man
Wuz up
is on the streets
Your gone be delicate
Since Dre did shake the out, man
Delicate,
So that's makes me now?
Man, I don't give a about no beat

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 to get at me 'cos I be droppin' funky rhymes
What the fuck is goin' on? rap game is made to make money
You niggas is taking the shit outta hand, actin' way too
Doin' too much, y'know what I see it 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 or whatever they call 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 the get-go

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

Representin', uhh, what y'all wanna
But y'all can't it 'cos y'all 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 the town, tryin' ta make more hits
And tryin' ta get my tight and get at your bitch
Now if she wants to get with this, she come holla at a player, do'
'Cos she know that Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce
And she wants to jump in, a friend
everything is like alphabet, come on in

Come on in and a friend and you can come on back
'Cos when you do, we gone be sippin' on Cognac
It's on me, I'm feelin' good
'Cos I'ma do mines and keep everything tight
I ain't lettin' nothin' 'cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught
And I get caught 'cos you know how they do it
About child support
Shit, bitches is cold on a who ain't got his game tight
Gettin' 18-point-5 percent, half life
Shit, I my baby 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 dat, ain't that right
'Cos, uhh, when you play in game you got to be the real player
You can't be no fake ass nigga talkin' about you be the man
if you ain't with the game, the game ain't gonna be wit you
And I can put that on everything you

One of every black males before the year 2000
Will be or deceased
No justice, no
Yeah, the hurts, we scared to go to church

here, but don't cut it, gettin' five points
Step back for a second, I'm puttin' less than five to joint
Hmm, if this is the bomb niggas blow up
Atlanta at the Olympics
Niggas be but I'll be pimpin'
I don't be trippin' off no at all, no bitches
Just tryin' to get my money, I don't be trippin' off no switches
I to like low-riders but now I like Eastsiders
I put it wit me and make a hit maker, y'knowhatI'msayin'?
I the Lakers now 'cos now they got Shaq O'Neal
It's time to a million dollars 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 town
So sit in your seats and wait til' we come through
we do just keep smokin' gray and blue
Or whatever you do stay true to what you do
'Cos we keep doin' what the fuck we got to do
Now, me now and listen to the instructions
'Cos the game's gonna get deep now, is tryin' ta creep
Tryin' ta get up on game but they don't wanna be with the PG
All of a everybody wanna dis DP

What we like?
Makin' y'all diss us, that ain't
I should get upset but I'ma stay
Chill for a second, at some hos
my drink, smokin' my dank
Countin' my bank, uhh, shit stank
Stanky bank is what I got I'ma keep it
And nah this ain't no motherfuckin'

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

They got me runnin' from my life, I'm 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 like nigga back up off me
He turn around and the police, hmm
Game recognize Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes
I slide in the of a garage dippin' with this ho
They run past me, ask me, "Have I seen the suspect?"
"Yeah, he that way", now for the jack