Doin' too much, y'know what I see it from the get-go
I slide in the back of a garage dippin' with this ho
Look here, but don't cut it, gettin' five points
What the fuck's goin' on wit you niggas, y'all tryin' to play a low pro
It's a cold, cold thing
I'm guaranteed to get away from some shit like dat, ain't that right
Tryin' ta get up on game but they don't wanna be down with the PG
Now if she wants to get with this, she gone come holla at a player, do'
You can't be no fake ass nigga talkin' about you wanna be the man
All of a sudden everybody wanna dis DP
I guess it's time for me to act just like an alcoholic
And nah this ain't no motherfuckin' secret
'Cos everything is like alphabet, come on in
All y'all broke on the corner, drinkin' your drink
And if a nigga say somethin' wrong, I'm takin' off from the get-go
I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too tight
'Cos, uhh, when you play in this game you got to be the real player
He turn around and bite the police, hmm
Step back for a second, I'm puttin' less than five to this joint
Now, follow me now and listen to the instructions
I don't be trippin' off no nigga at all, no bitches
Yeah, the truth hurts, we scared to go to church
I used to like low-riders but now I like Eastsiders
Fifth in the world, but I'ma keep my thang together
And step to the game, I'm a stumble in like I don't know
Havin' papers, man, now what y'all niggas doin'?
I love the Lakers now 'cos now they got Shaq O'Neal
Yeah, the truth hurts, we're scared to go to church
Niggas be tryin' to get at me 'cos I be droppin' funky rhymes
Chill for a second, spit at some hos
For real, hmm
They run right past me, ask me, "Have I seen the suspect?"
Now let me shake that shit man
Shit, I love my baby boy and all
And I can put that on everything including you
Niggas lookin' for a reason
No justice, no peace
Makin' more moves than the average Cuban
So that's what makes me now?
Hmm, if this is the bomb niggas gonna blow up
Or whatever you do just stay true to what you do
I ain't givin' no room to try to get me first
But don't get mad and don't be tryin' to play-hate
Since Dre did shake the spea's out, man
See we gone blow up and show up and throw up nuttin' but Dogg Pound
One of every five black males before the year 2000
They got dogs on my ass but I'm a Dogg
It's a cold thing
'Cos I done been bombed on before and I'ma tell you
Drinkin' my drink, smokin' my dank
Just tryin' to get my money, I don't even be trippin' off no switches
'Cos, uhh, takin' trips around state to state
Wanna be doin' what I'm doin'
Give it to ya ta put it down and we'll be 'round to your town
I ain't lettin' nothin' leak 'cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught
And I can't get caught 'cos you know how they do it
'Cos we gone keep doin' what the fuck we got to do
You niggas is taking the shit outta hand, actin' way too funny
So just sit in your seats and wait til' we come through
It's time to make a million dollars and that's for real
What we look like?
About that child support
'Cos I'ma keep makin' money and hope everything is still together
Makin' y'all diss us, that ain't right
'Cos the game's gonna get deep now, niggas is tryin' ta creep
'Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce
Game recognize Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes
I'm movin' on, groovin' on and I'm movin'
And tryin' ta get my game tight and get at your bitch
Until we do just keep smokin' gray and blue
Gettin' 18-point-5 percent, half your life
Man, I don't give a fuck about no beat
'Cos when you do, we gone be sippin' on some Cognac
Representin', uhh, what y'all wanna represent
Like Atlanta at the Olympics
Word is on the streets
And tryin' ta be hard and tryin' ta be big willies or whatever they call it
Stanky bank is what I got 'cos I'ma keep it
I put it down wit me and make a hit maker, y'knowhatI'msayin'?
But y'all can't represent it 'cos y'all got no dollars, no cents
Man, that's the worst
It's like thanksgiving without the feast
But I ain't gonna be payin' no bitch, no no, no way Dogg
They got me runnin' from my life, I'm jumpin' gates
And she wants to jump in, bring a friend
So I know how to alert and get wit dat shit
Niggas be trippin' but I'll be pimpin'
Yeah, we're in drought season
Come on in and bring a friend and you can come on back
I got more niggas tryin' to get at me than the President do sometimes
Tryin' ta get G's across the town, tryin' ta make more hits
I should get upset but I'ma stay composed
The dog run up on me, I give him a cold like nigga back up off me
It's on me, I'm feelin' good tonight
What the fuck is goin' on? This rap game is made to make money
'Cos I'ma do mines and I'ma keep everything tight
Your beats gone be delicate
I hear ya Dogg
'Cos if you ain't with the game, the game ain't gonna be wit you
Delicate, beats
Countin' my bank, uhh, that shit stank
Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his game tight
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