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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 I'ma hit yo' ass with a touch To motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up So sit relax new jacks get smacked It's Snoop Dogg I'm at the top of the stack I don't lack for a second, and I'm checking The motherfucker that ya hearing 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 high till I dizzie, So check it, I get busy, I make your dizzy I blow up mouth like I was Dizzy Gillespie I'm crazy, you phase me I'm the S oh yes, I'm fresh, I don't fuck the stress I'm all the chronic, bionic ya see Every single day, chilling with the P-O-you-N-D that's my clique, my Ya with us, we gots to fuck you up I thought ya knew, but yet and 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 hard as steel nigga
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How hoes in your motherfucking group Want to take a in my 7-8 Coupe, DeVille Chill, as I take you on a Where niggas ride, and slide, you know about the East Side Niggas like myself, to show you where it's at With my hoes on my side, and my strap on my I stack daily, and Death 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 Dogg on the tip Still grip, and really don't give a shit About nothing at all, my Doggs, stepping through the fog And I'm still fade em all With the gangsta shit that keeps ya How many hoes in ninety-four I be banging? single one, to get the job done As I dip, skip, flip, right to two one Where the sun be and I be ryhming It's me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and I'm
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I creeping through the fog with my sagging Dukes East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe I'm rolling with the G Funk, in my shit and it don't quit So drop it on the one put together that set A nigga with a of that gangsta shit the Eastside hoes on my motherfucking dick And the Compton niggas all to set trip Swing it back, bring it back, like this And if you with my shit, then up another spliff And keep the motherfucking blunt in your loc 'cause 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, take But the gun by my side it represents me and the motherfucking East Side So bow to the bow wow, cause bow wow Yippie yo, you see my flow My is dope, original, now you know And can't no fuck with Death Rizzow
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