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Ai Dogg, let me at'cha man
Wuz up
Word is on the
Your beats be delicate
Since Dre did the spea's out, man
Delicate,
So that's what makes me
Man, I don't give a fuck about no

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

I got more niggas tryin' to get at me than the do sometimes
Niggas be to get at me 'cos I be droppin' funky rhymes
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 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 it's time for me to act like an alcoholic
And step to the game, I'm a stumble in like I know
And if a nigga say wrong, I'm takin' off from the get-go

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

Representin', uhh, what y'all represent
But y'all can't represent it y'all got no dollars, no cents
I'm movin' on, groovin' on and I'm
Makin' more 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 your
Now if she wants to get with this, she gone come at a player, do'
'Cos she know Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce
And she wants to jump in, a friend
'Cos is like alphabet, come on in

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

But I gonna be payin' no bitch, no no, no way Dogg
I'm too on my toes, I'm too tight
I'm guaranteed to get away from some like dat, ain't that right
'Cos, uhh, when you in this game you got to be the real player
You can't be no fake ass nigga talkin' you wanna be the man
'Cos if you with the game, the game ain't gonna be wit you
And I can put on everything including you

One of every five males before the year 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 this is the niggas gonna blow up
Like at the Olympics
be trippin' but I'll be pimpin'
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 used to like low-riders but now I like
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 throw up but Dogg Pound
Give it to ya ta put it and we'll be 'round to your town
So just sit in your seats and wait til' we through
we do just keep smokin' gray and blue
Or you do just stay 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 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

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

Yeah, in drought season
lookin' for a reason
It's like thanksgiving without the
Yeah, the truth hurts, we're to go to church

They got me runnin' from my life, I'm gates
got dogs on my ass but I'm a Dogg
So I know how to alert and get wit dat
The dog run up on me, I give him a cold like nigga up off me
He around and bite the police, hmm
Game recognize Snoop too cold, I'm on my toes
I slide in the back of a dippin' with this ho
They run right past me, ask me, "Have I the suspect?"
"Yeah, he went way", now for the jack