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

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

I got more tryin' to get at me than the President do sometimes
be tryin' to get at me 'cos I be droppin' funky rhymes
What the is goin' on? This rap game is made to make money
You niggas is taking the outta hand, actin' way too funny
Doin' too much, y'know I see it from the get-go
What the fuck's goin' on wit you niggas, y'all to play a low pro
And tryin' ta be hard and tryin' ta be big willies or whatever they it
I guess time 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 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 tell you
Man, the worst
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 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' trips around to state

Representin', uhh, what y'all represent
But y'all can't 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 this, she gone come holla at a player, do'
'Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got 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 you do, we gone be sippin' on some Cognac
It's on me, I'm feelin' good
I'ma do mines and I'ma keep everything tight
I lettin' nothin' leak 'cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught
And I can't get caught 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 love my 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, when you play in this you got to be the real player
You can't be no fake ass talkin' about you wanna be the man
'Cos if you ain't with the game, the game ain't be wit you
And I can put that on 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 don't cut it, five points
Step for a second, I'm puttin' less than five to this joint
Hmm, if this is the bomb niggas blow up
Like at the Olympics
Niggas be but I'll be pimpin'
I don't be trippin' off no nigga at all, no
Just to get my money, I don't even be trippin' off no switches
I used to like low-riders but now I Eastsiders
I put it down wit me and a hit maker, y'knowhatI'msayin'?
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
it to ya ta put it down and we'll be 'round to your town
So just sit in your seats and wait we come through
Until we do keep smokin' gray and blue
Or whatever you do just true to what you do
'Cos we gone keep doin' what the we got to do
Now, me now and listen to the instructions
'Cos the game's get deep now, niggas is tryin' 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?
y'all diss us, that ain't right
I should get upset but stay composed
Chill for a second, spit at hos
Drinkin' my drink, smokin' my
Countin' my bank, uhh, shit stank
bank is what I got 'cos I'ma keep it
And nah this no motherfuckin' secret

Yeah, we're in season
lookin' for a reason
It's thanksgiving without the feast
Yeah, the hurts, we're scared 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 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
run right past me, ask me, "Have I seen the suspect?"
"Yeah, he went way", now for the jack