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Ai Dogg, let me holla man
Wuz up
is on the streets
Your gone be delicate
Since Dre did the spea's out, man
Delicate,
So that's what me now?
Man, I give a fuck about no beat

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

I got more niggas tryin' to get at me than the President do
be tryin' to get at me 'cos I be droppin' funky rhymes
What the fuck is goin' on? This rap 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 from the
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 guess it's time for me to act like an alcoholic
And to the game, I'm a stumble 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 keep makin' money and hope everything is still together
Havin' papers, man, now what niggas doin'?
All y'all broke on the corner, your drink
be doin' what I'm doin'
But don't get mad and be tryin' to play-hate
'Cos, uhh, takin' trips state to state

Representin', uhh, y'all wanna represent
But can't 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, tryin' ta more hits
And tryin' ta get my game tight and get at your
Now if she to get with this, she gone come holla at a player, do'
'Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got that Rolls Royce
And she wants to jump in, bring a
everything is like alphabet, come on in

Come on in and bring a friend and you can on back
'Cos when you do, we be sippin' on some Cognac
on me, I'm feelin' good tonight
'Cos I'ma do mines and I'ma everything tight
I ain't nothin' leak 'cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught
And I can't get caught 'cos you know how do it
that child support
Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his game
Gettin' 18-point-5 percent, half your
Shit, I my baby boy and all

But I gonna be payin' no bitch, no no, no way Dogg
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 this game you got to be the real
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 before the year 2000
Will be or deceased
No justice, no
Yeah, the truth hurts, we to go to church

Look here, but cut it, gettin' five points
Step back for a second, I'm puttin' than five to this joint
Hmm, if this is the bomb gonna blow up
Like at the Olympics
be trippin' but I'll be pimpin'
I be trippin' off no nigga at all, no bitches
Just tryin' to get my money, I don't even be off no switches
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 Shaq
time to make 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 be 'round 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 gone keep doin' the fuck we got to do
Now, me now and listen to the instructions
the game's gonna get deep now, niggas is tryin' ta creep
Tryin' ta get up on game but don't wanna be down with the PG
All of a sudden wanna dis DP

What we look
Makin' y'all us, that ain't right
I should get upset but stay composed
Chill for a second, 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 ain't no motherfuckin' secret

Yeah, we're in drought
Niggas lookin' for a
It's like thanksgiving the feast
Yeah, the truth hurts, scared to go to church

They got me runnin' from my life, I'm jumpin'
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 give him a cold 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 with this ho
run right past me, ask me, "Have I seen the suspect?"
"Yeah, he that way", now for the jack