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Freeze, at ease, now let me some more of them keys It's 19-9-tre so let me play It's Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic, I'm back Dr. Dre But this time hit yo' ass with a touch To leave in a daze, fucked up So sit back new jacks get smacked It's Doggy Dogg I'm at the top of the stack I lack for a second, and I'm still checking The dopest motherfucker that ya on the record It's me, ya see, D-O-double-G-why, the I'm fly as a falcon, soaring the sky And I'm till I dizzie, rizzide So check it, I get busy, I make your head I blow up your mouth like I was Gillespie I'm crazy, you can't me I'm the S oh yes, I'm fresh, I don't with the stress I'm all the chronic, bionic ya see single day, chilling with the D-O-double-G's P-O-you-N-D that's my clique, my Ya fuck us, we gots to fuck you up I ya knew, but yet and still Ya want to get real, now time to peel, ya say chill And feel, the motherfucking Snoop Doggy is on the mic I'm hitting hard as steel nigga
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How hoes in your motherfucking group Want to take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, Chill, as I you on a trip Where them ride, and slide, you know about the East Side Niggas like myself, to show you where it's at my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back Papers I stack daily, and Row is still the label that pays me But you know how goes We toe for toe, if you ain't 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 nothing at all, just my Doggs, stepping through the fog And I'm gonna fade em all With the 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 Where the sun be and I be ryhming me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and I'm climbing
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I come creeping through the fog my sagging 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 drop it on the one motherfucker put that set A nigga with a grip of gangsta shit the Eastside hoes on my motherfucking dick And the Compton all about to set trip Swing it back, it back, just like this And if you with my shit, then blaze up spliff And keep the motherfucking blunt in pocket loc Doggy Dogg is all about the zig zag smoke See it's a West thing, where I'm from And if you want some, get some, bad enough, some 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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