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

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

I got more niggas tryin' to get at me than the do sometimes
Niggas be tryin' to get at me I be droppin' funky rhymes
What the is goin' on? This rap game is made to make money
You niggas is taking the shit hand, actin' way too funny
Doin' too much, y'know what I see it the get-go
What the fuck's 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 step to the game, I'm a stumble in like I don't
And if a nigga say somethin' wrong, I'm off from the get-go

I ain't givin' no room to try to get me
'Cos I been bombed on before and I'ma tell you
Man, the worst
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 y'all niggas
All y'all broke on the corner, 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 can't represent it 'cos y'all got no dollars, no cents
I'm movin' on, on and I'm movin'
more moves 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 bitch
Now if she wants to get with this, she gone come at a player, do'
she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce
And she wants to jump in, bring a
'Cos everything is like alphabet, on in

Come on in and bring a and you can come on back
'Cos when you do, we gone be sippin' on Cognac
It's on me, I'm feelin' good
I'ma do mines and I'ma keep everything tight
I ain't lettin' nothin' leak 'cos if thangs leak, I'm get caught
And I can't get caught 'cos you how they do it
that child support
Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who 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 on my toes, I'm too tight
I'm guaranteed to get away some shit like 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
'Cos if you with the game, the game ain't gonna be wit you
And I can put that on 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 don't cut it, gettin' five
back for a second, I'm puttin' less than five to this joint
Hmm, if this is the bomb gonna blow up
Like at the Olympics
Niggas be trippin' but I'll be
I don't be off no nigga at all, no bitches
tryin' to get my money, I don't even be trippin' off no switches
I to like low-riders but now I like Eastsiders
I put it down wit me and make a hit maker,
I love the Lakers now now they got Shaq O'Neal
It's time to make a million dollars and 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 we'll be 'round to town
So just sit in your seats and wait til' we come
Until we do keep smokin' gray and blue
Or whatever you do just stay to what you do
we gone keep doin' what the fuck we got to do
Now, follow me now and listen to the
'Cos the game's gonna get deep now, is tryin' ta creep
Tryin' ta get up on game but they don't be down with the PG
All of a sudden wanna dis DP

What we look
Makin' y'all diss us, that right
I should get upset but I'ma stay
for a second, spit at some hos
Drinkin' my drink, my dank
Countin' my bank, uhh, shit stank
Stanky bank is I got 'cos I'ma keep it
And nah this ain't no secret

Yeah, in drought season
Niggas lookin' for a
like thanksgiving without the feast
Yeah, the truth hurts, scared 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 alert and get wit dat
The dog run up on me, I him a cold like nigga back up off me
He around and bite the police, hmm
Game recognize Snoop too cold, I'm on my toes
I in the back of a garage dippin' with this ho
They run right past me, ask me, "Have I the suspect?"
"Yeah, he that way", now for the jack