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

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

I got more niggas tryin' to get at me the President do sometimes
Niggas be 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 the shit outta hand, actin' way too funny
Doin' too much, what I see it from the get-go
the fuck's goin' on wit you niggas, y'all tryin' to play a low pro
And ta be hard and tryin' ta be big willies or whatever they call it
I guess it's for me to act just like an alcoholic
And step to the game, I'm a in like I don't know
And if a say somethin' wrong, I'm takin' off from the get-go

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

Representin', uhh, y'all wanna represent
But y'all represent it 'cos y'all got no dollars, no cents
I'm movin' on, on and I'm movin'
Makin' more moves than the Cuban
Tryin' ta get G's across the town, ta make more hits
And ta get my game tight and get at your bitch
Now if she wants to get with this, she gone holla at a player, do'
'Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Royce
And she wants to in, bring a friend
everything is like alphabet, come 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' good
'Cos I'ma do and I'ma 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
that child support
Shit, bitches is on a nigga who ain't got his game tight
Gettin' 18-point-5 percent, 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 to get away from some shit like dat, ain't that right
'Cos, uhh, when you play in this you got to be the real player
You can't be no ass nigga talkin' about you wanna be the man
'Cos if you with the game, the game ain't gonna be wit you
And I can put that on everything you

One of every five males 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, gettin' 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 be trippin' off no nigga at all, no bitches
tryin' to get my money, I don't even 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 'cos now they got 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 nuttin' but Pound
it to ya ta put it down and we'll be 'round to your town
So just sit in your seats and wait til' we through
Until we do just keep smokin' and blue
Or whatever you do just stay true to you do
'Cos we keep doin' what the fuck we got to do
Now, follow me now and to the instructions
'Cos the gonna get deep now, niggas is tryin' ta creep
Tryin' ta get up on game but they wanna be down with the PG
All of a sudden wanna dis DP

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

Yeah, we're in drought
lookin' for a reason
It's thanksgiving without the feast
Yeah, the truth hurts, we're 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 how to alert and get wit dat shit
The dog run up on me, I give him a like nigga back up off me
He turn and bite the police, hmm
Game recognize Snoop too cold, I'm on my toes
I slide in the back of a garage dippin' with ho
They run right past me, ask me, "Have I the suspect?"
"Yeah, he went way", now for the jack