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[Snoop
Yeah.. yo whassup my
the big homeboy 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 shots round here
Tell who to pop and who not to pop here
down down here, don't make too much noise
You know who runs the blocks round

Psychosomatic, automatic
Catatonic, supersonic, bubonic chronic
Astrononimcal in the Thunderdome
In the of the dungeon, dangerous, dastardly
Catastrophes, into a pit
Tyranno-Don, crackin the on the walls
Camouflage, on the of livest
Bout to put somethin up in that
It's for, world war three motherfucker
You know me, Got-ti motherfucker
I the microphone like a grudge
In the 'llac laid back, so back the up
might give you a heart attack
It's real simple, can't get mo' simple than
that..

The tactical automatic
psychosomatics that got it verbally guided
Visually you ride it like the Sonics
Potent like gin and being injected through the veins
with double dosage of chronic (WHAT?)
flake, the top rate
Irate mental state
I'm want about a million or more
of y'all fools to come back and get some
You can tell the gangs as as he come in the door
He don't Calvin Klein, he won't wear valour
He got some or some Converse on
All-Stars, G'd from the hat to the
You can miss me, I'm chillin up in Mississippi
or Poughkeepsie or Baton Rouge guzzlin
I'm a walkin franchise and I get paid
Get dropped, mopped and like a parade
Persuasion, phase of the invasion
I gots to break loose I'm feelin caged in
Loose in the jungle, blaze a garden up
Nowadays, niggaz ain't enough
to and bogart, spots like these
Renegade revolutionary
I'll bet a to one, you're never gonna make it
You're never gonna get it, y'all can't wit us
Put it together, our squad 1999 Mod
Universal Soldiers, I thought I ya

I'm a chart smasher, the youngest gangster
Spectacular, chrome thirty-eight
Money stacker, cakalaka
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, me and the homies jack ya
we straight jackin, if I say it's on it's crackin
Young thugs, Y.A., we make it happen
Swearin y'all can see me but just like seein Elvis
I to crick a back and crack a nigga 'cross the pelvis
My rhymes is dangerous, to health
I a nigga murder twenty kids and cap his own self
Who am I? The incorrigible lyrical
is horrible yet the way I'll embarass you
See me on the streets, walk by and I stare at you
Tough talk, when there's bullets flyin the air at you
Test your nigga? One less nigga
Me and Kurupt share two gats and one nigga
We astronomical, phenomenal, magical,
Taking first-born as collateral!

I call, I call round here