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Freeze, at ease, now let me drop some of them keys It's 19-9-tre so let me just It's Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic, I'm back Dr. Dre But time I'ma hit yo' ass with a touch To leave in a daze, fucked up So sit relax new jacks get smacked It's Doggy Dogg I'm at the top of the stack I don't for a second, and I'm still checking The dopest motherfucker ya hearing on the record me, ya see, S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-G-why, the I'm fly as a falcon, soaring 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 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 about the chronic, ya see single day, chilling with the D-O-double-G's P-O-you-N-D my clique, my crew Ya fuck with us, we gots to you up I thought ya knew, but yet and Ya to get real, now it's time to peel, ya say chill And feel, the motherfucking Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic I'm hitting hard as nigga
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How hoes in your motherfucking group Want to a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, DeVille Chill, as I you on a trip them niggas ride, and slide, you know about the East Side Niggas like myself, here to you where it's at With my hoes on my side, and my on my back Papers I stack daily, and Death Row is the label that pays me But you know how that We flow toe for toe, if you on the Row Fuck you and your hoe, really doe, so it It's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the tip Still clocking grip, and really give a shit About nothing at all, just my Doggs, stepping the fog And I'm still fade em all With the gangsta that keeps ya hanging How many in ninety-four will I be banging? Every one, to get the job done As I dip, skip, flip, back 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 with my sagging East Side, Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeBille I'm rolling with the G Funk, bumping in my shit and it quit So drop it on the one motherfucker put together set A nigga with a of that gangsta shit With the Eastside on my motherfucking dick And the Compton niggas all to set trip it back, bring it back, just like this And if you with my shit, then blaze up another And keep the blunt in your pocket loc Doggy Dogg is all about the zig zag smoke See it's a West coast thing, I'm from And if you some, get some, bad enough, take some But watch the gun by my Because it represents me and the motherfucking Side So bow down to the bow wow, bow wow Yippie yo, you can't see my My shit is dope, original, now you And can't no hood fuck with Rizzow
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