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From Southwest Detroit deep within some island's
depositories it's Shaggy Time!

Hey! How ya doin' down there? I've got here!
Alright! What up y'all? to the show
I'm like you don't fuckin' know
This is my Fat Pat
He "Ha ha ha ha" and all a that (That's right!)
on my way here I almost died
This bitch in front of me was a hundred and five
They worry about drunks, and late truckers
Old ass bitches try to motherfuckers (Ha ha ha ha)
This got her left blinker on for an hour or more
Then she a right into my side door
This comedy gettin' old
The is to be sold, not to be told
Oh yeah, you can feel the excitement
Snoop dogg is with us
That's what I'm
On the Show, shit we ain't playin'
And that it, also on the show
Another motherfucker that well, some of you
You see him with me a lot, he's like a
J's in this motherfucker
(I that kid Violent J)
Hey Moe! (What's up?)
How ya doin' (Just great Shags!)
That's great, now give a hand
To Clark and the Gangsta Fun Band!
We'll be right back Violent J

Do your homies have Are you broke? (Yeah.)
Do bitches look at you like some kind of
(Straight up!)
nothing you can do but get your PHD.
(Playa degree?) That's right!
(Aw yeah!)
Player Academy, located on Wellfarm, in Detroit
the finest in player hatin' tactics.
(Yeah right!) Such as the bitch hater:
(Hey man, fuck fine ass bitch!)
Or the look
(Yo bitch I be ugly, at least I ain't got no money!)
Or the never ending shooting
(Just 'cause he got a car he to be drivin that bitch!)
Get PHD and join a nation of player hation!
(Word up!)

OK, my guest, he's nutty as hell
He just a half a year in the county jail
Now he's back, for now at
Hey Violent J's in this ass piece!

What up (What up?) What's happenin'?
It's been six months and my ain't havin' it
If I don't up and get me some ass
I might bust this nut on tv glass!
Anyway, been workin on my brand new
A brand new with my homies Twisted
It's called Lotus, shit I play somethin for y'all?
naw

Now I been hearin' a little of this and
About you havin' some kind of a panic
Tell us, uh, is it
And you have one, what the fuck do you do?

Well, I'll be sittin' there enjoyin' a
And then all of a sudden, I'm get off me!
Then I start chokin off
Until they me my shot of calliphilestrian
But all over now, it's old hat
I'm a normal necrophiliac
Just don't me or pull strings, forget it
I might your neck and do bad things with it!

on that note, thank you J (Sure)
For real, what's up poppin one of those Soloquium pills?
Take your ass backstage and (I'm straight)
Snoop is comin' up next!
Stay right here, we'll be back!

I like my chili hot. As a matter of fact I like my so God damn hot
That you can a hog's ass in a spoonful.
When a workin' man such as myself wants a hot fixin, I reach for
That bottle of momma's God Hot Chili.
Smooth tender chunks with chili filled with momma's hot bastard
Bacon bits, and drizzled just the right amount of thick savory sauce,
Drippin' noodle nuggets and Texas tough onions.
Mm mm hot, God Damn Hot.
Ask for it by name.

Thanks fellas! Alright yo, back
My next pioneered the sound in rap
He's come a way from the L-B-C
welcome Snoop D-O-double G!

Look up in the sky, it's a bird a plane
It's the big dog y'all, fuckin' with the
Clowns, get nigga, I represent the town
Ay yo Violent J let's go half on this
I stay like Vaughn, I dropped a bomb
They call me Dogg and I can raise your arm
So any MC disagree with me
Step up and watch motherfuckin' ass meet defeat

(What?) Now you got platinum on your walls
While other fools stare and, scratch their (What?)
They want to be like you, they to try to steal your flow
Now (What up?) Yo, why is so?

It's like I look, and everywhere I go
Some bitch ass tryin' to steal my flow
But I pay em no attention
Oh, should I
I'm all about the money and ridin' in cars suspension
Bouncin', bankin' up corners dough
Smokin' that weed, hangin' out with my locs and
Don't give a about nothin' at all
That's why I'm known to the world as big motherfuckin' Snoop

Snoop everybody!
Now we gotta a close to the party
(Already? What?)
Violent J (Sure) My loc
And thanks for that bag of smoke (Get down)
us next time for the show
We'll have that one bitch from Letters to
(Granny!) it for now, I'm out this bitch
Ay yo Funk, show em how you got rich!