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Freeze, at ease, now let me drop some more of keys It's so let me just play Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic, I'm back with Dr. Dre But this time I'ma hit yo' ass with a To leave motherfuckers in a daze, up So sit back relax new get smacked It's Snoop Doggy Dogg I'm at the top of the I don't lack for a second, and I'm still The dopest motherfucker that ya hearing on the It's me, ya see, D-O-double-G-why, the I'm fly as a falcon, through the sky And I'm till I dizzie, rizzide So it, I get busy, I make your head dizzy I blow up your mouth like I was Dizzy I'm crazy, you phase me I'm the S oh yes, I'm fresh, I don't fuck with the I'm all the chronic, bionic ya see Every single day, with the D-O-double-G's P-O-you-N-D my clique, my crew Ya fuck us, we gots to fuck you up I ya knew, but yet and still Ya want to get real, now it's to peel, ya say chill And feel, the realism Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic I'm hitting hard as steel
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How many hoes in your group Want to take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, Chill, as I take you on a Where niggas ride, and slide, you know about the East Side Niggas like myself, here to show you it's at With my hoes on my side, and my on my back Papers I stack daily, and Row is still the label that pays me But you know how goes We flow toe for toe, if you on the Row you and your hoe, really doe, so check it It's Snoop Doggy on the solo tip Still clocking grip, and really don't give a About nothing at all, my Doggs, stepping through the fog And I'm still gonna em all the gangsta shit that keeps ya hanging How hoes in ninety-four will I be banging? Every one, to get the job done As I dip, skip, flip, right to two one the sun be shining and I be ryhming It's me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and I'm
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I come creeping through the fog with my Dukes Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeBille I'm rolling the G Funk, bumping in my shit and it don't quit So it on the one motherfucker put together that set A nigga with a grip of that shit the Eastside hoes on my motherfucking dick And the Compton all about to set trip Swing it back, bring it back, like this And if you my shit, then blaze up another spliff And keep the motherfucking in your pocket loc 'cause Doggy is all about the zig zag smoke See a West coast thing, where I'm from And if you want some, get some, bad enough, take But the gun by my side Because it me and the motherfucking East Side So bow to the bow wow, cause bow wow yo, you can't see my flow My shit is dope, original, now you And can't no hood fuck Death Rizzow
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