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

Organized
The young
Ha hah, young Sinatra, beotch!

Chorus: 2X (w/ minor variations)

I call, I call shots round
Tell who to pop and who not to pop round
Slow down down here, don't make too much
You know who runs the blocks here

Psychosomatic, static
Catatonic, supersonic, chronic addict
Astrononimcal in the Thunderdome
In the depths of the dungeon, dangerous,
Catastrophes, metamorphosize a pit
Tyranno-Don, crackin the on the walls
Camouflage, on the of livest
Bout to put somethin up in garage
It's time for, world war three
You know me, Young Got-ti
I holds the microphone a grudge
In the 'llac back, so back the fuck up
might give you a heart attack
It's simple, can't get mo' simple than that
that..

The tactical acrobatical
Automatically psychosomatics that got it guided
Visually you ride it Super the Sonics
Potent like gin and being injected through the veins
with double dosage of chronic (WHAT?)
Columbian flake, the top
Irate lost state
I'm want about a million or more
of y'all fools to come back and get more
You can tell the gangs as soon as he in the door
He don't wear Calvin Klein, he wear valour
He got some or some Converse on
All-Stars, G'd the hat to the floor
You can miss me, I'm probably chillin up in
or Poughkeepsie or Baton guzzlin whiskey
I'm a walkin franchise and I get paid
Get dropped, mopped and like a parade
Persuasion, phase three of the
I gots to break cause I'm feelin caged in
Loose in the jungle, a botanical garden up
Nowadays, niggaz ain't hard
to bombard and bogart, spots like
revolutionary infantries
I'll bet a thousand to one, you're gonna make it
You're gonna get it, y'all can't fuck wit us
Put it together, our squad Mod Squad
Universal Soldiers, I I told ya

I'm a chart smasher, the gangster rapper
Spectacular, thirty-eight packer
Money stacker, t-shirt
predator, fake rap attacker
Gotti jawbreaker, Roscoe the back
Money makin, we smart computer hackers
I came in this game with plans to get it
And my enemies, the wrath of my rapture
No escapin without, instantaneous
Don't be upset, when me and the jack ya
Cause we straight jackin, if I say it's on it's
Young thugs, Y.A., we make it happen
Swearin y'all can see me but that's just seein Elvis
I grab to a back and crack a nigga 'cross the pelvis
My rhymes is dangerous, to health
I make a nigga murder twenty and cap his own self
Who am I? The lyrical miracle
is horrible yet the way I'll embarass you
See me on the streets, walk by and I just at you
Tough talk, when there's bullets flyin the air at you
your chest nigga? One less nigga
Me and share two gats and one vest nigga
We astronomical, phenomenal, magical,
Taking your as collateral!

I call, I shots round here