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[Snoop
Yeah.. yo my nigga?
the big homeboy Snoop Dogg
And y'know, the is a motherfucker
D.P.G.C.,
Representin to the fullest, dat dere
Y'KNOW!

Organized
The young
Ha hah, Frank Sinatra, beotch!

Chorus: 2X (w/ minor variations)

I call, I call shots round
who to pop and who not to pop round here
Slow down down here, make too much noise
You who runs the blocks round here

Psychosomatic, static
Catatonic, supersonic, chronic addict
Astrononimcal in the center
In the depths of the dungeon, dangerous,
Catastrophes, into a pit
Tyranno-Don, crackin the bricks on the
Camouflage, on the side of
Bout to put somethin up in that
It's time for, world war motherfucker
You know me, Got-ti motherfucker
I the microphone like a grudge
In the 'llac back, so back the fuck up
This might give you a heart
It's real simple, can't get mo' simple that
that..

The acrobatical automatic
Automatically psychosomatics that got it verbally
Visually you ride it like the Sonics
Potent like gin and tonic being through the veins
double dosage of liquid chronic (WHAT?)
Columbian flake, the top
Irate mental state
Stallion I'm want about a million or
of y'all fools to come back and get some
You can the gangs as soon as he come in the door
He don't Calvin Klein, he won't wear valour
He got some Cortez or some on
All-Stars, G'd the hat to the floor
You can miss me, I'm probably up in Mississippi
or Poughkeepsie or Baton Rouge whiskey
I'm a walkin and I wanna get paid
Get dropped, mopped and stomped a parade
Persuasion, phase three of the
I gots to break cause I'm feelin caged in
in the jungle, blaze a botanical garden up
Nowadays, niggaz hard enough
to and bogart, spots like these
Renegade infantries
I'll bet a thousand to one, you're never make it
You're never gonna get it, can't fuck wit us
Put it together, our squad 1999 Mod
Soldiers, I thought I told ya

I'm a chart smasher, the youngest rapper
Spectacular, chrome thirty-eight
Money stacker, t-shirt
Verbal predator, fake rap
jawbreaker, Roscoe the back cracker
Money makin, we smart computer hackers
I came in this game with to get it maxed
And my enemies, feel the wrath of my
No escapin without, capture
Don't be upset, when me and the homies ya
Cause we straight jackin, if I say it's on crackin
thugs, from Y.A., we make it happen
Swearin can see me but that's just like seein Elvis
I grab to crick a back and crack a nigga the pelvis
My rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to
I make a nigga murder kids and cap his own self
Who am I? The incorrigible lyrical
is horrible yet hysterical the way I'll you
See me on the streets, walk by and I stare at you
Tough talk, when there's bullets through the air at you
Test your chest nigga? One nigga
Me and share two gats and one vest nigga
We astronomical, phenomenal, magical,
Taking your as collateral!

I call, I call shots round