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Ai Dogg, let me holla man
Wuz up
is on the streets
Your gone be delicate
Dre did shake the spea's out, man
Delicate,
So that's what me now?
Man, I give a fuck 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 tryin' to get at me 'cos I be droppin' funky
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 ta be hard and tryin' ta be big willies or whatever they call it
I guess it's time for me to act like 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 takin' off from the

I ain't givin' no 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 keep my thang
'Cos I'ma keep money and hope everything is still together
papers, man, now what y'all niggas doin'?
All y'all on the corner, drinkin' your drink
be doin' what I'm doin'
But don't get mad and don't be tryin' to
'Cos, uhh, takin' trips around to state

Representin', uhh, what wanna represent
But y'all can't represent it y'all got no dollars, no cents
I'm movin' on, on and I'm movin'
Makin' more moves than the average
Tryin' ta get G's across the town, 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 that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce
And she wants to in, bring a friend
'Cos everything is like alphabet, on in

Come on in and bring a and you can come on back
'Cos you do, we gone be sippin' on some Cognac
It's on me, I'm feelin' tonight
'Cos I'ma do mines and keep everything tight
I ain't lettin' nothin' leak if thangs leak, then I'm get caught
And I can't get 'cos you know how they do it
About child support
Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his tight
Gettin' percent, half your life
Shit, I my baby boy and all

But I ain't gonna be no bitch, no no, no way Dogg
I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too
I'm guaranteed to get away 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 that on everything you

One of every five black males before the 2000
be detained or deceased
No justice, no
Yeah, the truth hurts, we scared to go to

Look here, but don't cut it, gettin' five
Step back for a second, I'm less than five to this joint
Hmm, if is the bomb niggas gonna blow up
Like Atlanta at the
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 even be trippin' off no
I used to like but now I like Eastsiders
I put it down wit me and make a hit maker,
I love the Lakers now 'cos now they got O'Neal
It's time to make a million dollars and that's for

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 to your town
So just sit in seats and wait til' we come through
Until we do keep smokin' gray and blue
Or whatever you do just stay to what you do
'Cos we keep doin' what the fuck we got to do
Now, follow me now and to the instructions
'Cos the game's gonna get now, niggas 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 like?
Makin' y'all us, that ain't right
I should get upset but I'ma stay
Chill for a second, spit at hos
Drinkin' my drink, my dank
Countin' my bank, uhh, shit stank
Stanky bank is what I got I'ma keep it
And nah this no motherfuckin' secret

Yeah, we're in drought
Niggas for a reason
like thanksgiving without the feast
Yeah, the truth hurts, we're to go to church

They got me from my life, I'm jumpin' gates
got dogs on my ass but I'm a Dogg
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 Dogg too cold, I'm on my
I slide in the of a garage dippin' with this ho
They run right past me, ask me, "Have I the suspect?"
"Yeah, he went way", now for the jack