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[Snoop
Yeah.. yo whassup my
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 Godstra
Ha hah, young Sinatra, beotch!

Chorus: repeat 2X (w/ variations)

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

Psychosomatic, automatic
Catatonic, supersonic, chronic addict
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 like a grudge
In the laid back, so back the fuck up
This might give you a attack
It's real simple, can't get mo' simple that
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 of liquid chronic (WHAT?)
Columbian flake, the top
Irate mental state
Stallion I'm want 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 wear Calvin Klein, he won't wear valour
He got some Cortez or some on
All-Stars, G'd from the hat to the
You can me, I'm probably chillin up in Mississippi
or Poughkeepsie or Rouge guzzlin whiskey
I'm a walkin franchise and I get paid
Get dropped, mopped and like a parade
Persuasion, phase of the invasion
I to break loose cause I'm feelin caged in
Loose in the jungle, blaze a garden up
Nowadays, niggaz hard enough
to and bogart, spots like these
Renegade infantries
I'll bet a thousand to one, never gonna make it
never gonna get it, y'all can't fuck wit us
Put it together, our 1999 Mod Squad
Universal Soldiers, I thought I ya

I'm a chart smasher, the gangster rapper
Spectacular, chrome packer
stacker, t-shirt cakalaka
Verbal predator, fake rap
jawbreaker, Roscoe the back cracker
Money makin, we like computer hackers
I in this game with plans to get it maxed
And my enemies, feel the of my rapture
No escapin without, instantaneous
Don't be upset, me and the homies jack ya
Cause we straight jackin, if I say it's on crackin
Young thugs, from Y.A., we make it
Swearin y'all can see me but that's just seein Elvis
I grab to crick a and crack a nigga 'cross the pelvis
My is dangerous, hazardous to health
I make a nigga twenty kids and cap his own self
Who am I? The incorrigible lyrical
is horrible yet hysterical the way embarass you
See me on the streets, walk by and I stare at you
Tough talk, there's bullets flyin through the air at you
Test chest 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 call round here