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

Organized
The young
Ha hah, young Sinatra, beotch!

Chorus: 2X (w/ minor variations)

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

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

The tactical acrobatical
Automatically that got it verbally guided
Visually you ride it like the Sonics
Potent like gin and tonic being injected the veins
with dosage of liquid chronic (WHAT?)
flake, the top rate
Irate lost state
Stallion I'm about a million or more
of y'all fools to come and get some more
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 probably chillin up in
or Poughkeepsie or Baton Rouge whiskey
I'm a walkin and I wanna get paid
Get dropped, and stomped like a parade
Persuasion, three of the invasion
I gots to break loose I'm feelin caged in
Loose in the jungle, blaze a botanical up
Nowadays, ain't hard enough
to bombard and bogart, like these
Renegade infantries
I'll bet a to one, you're never gonna make it
You're gonna get it, y'all can't fuck wit us
Put it together, our 1999 Mod Squad
Universal Soldiers, I I told ya

I'm a chart smasher, the gangster rapper
Spectacular, thirty-eight packer
Money stacker, t-shirt
Verbal predator, rap attacker
Gotti jawbreaker, Roscoe the back
Money makin, we like computer hackers
I came in this game with to get it maxed
And my enemies, feel the wrath of my
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, from Y.A., we it happen
Swearin y'all can see me but that's just seein Elvis
I grab to crick a back and 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 hysterical the way I'll you
See me on the streets, by and I just stare at you
talk, when there's bullets flyin through the air at you
Test your nigga? One less nigga
Me and Kurupt share two and one vest nigga
We astronomical, phenomenal, magical,
your first-born as collateral!

I call, I shots round here