Coolaid de Snoop Dogg

Listado de Canciones

1. Legend

   Letra

   Motherfucking legend Motherfucking legend Even if I die, living Legend Look at my reflection Ain't no second guessing Always be a legend A motherfucking legend Motherfucking legend Used to whip a Lexus I can die right now, still a legend Look at my reflection Ain't no second guessing Born to be a legend A motherfucking legend 1996, I beat a 187 (murder was the case) 80 million sold, and I ain't check the records Checked a couple rappers, told 'em not to test me Ask me who am I? Motherfucking legend 50 bitches naked Nike ain't my preference Khaki with the Chucks Now look how they dressing Perfecting my profession Someone call the reverend (Nate Dogg nigga) Bury me alive, living legend Motherfucking legend Motherfucking legend Even if I die, living Legend Look at my reflection Ain't no second guessing Always be a legend A motherfucking legend Look, big dog, six broads, don't matter to me You knew niggas look madder than me Came up with the doc, been around the world with 'pac Don't compare another rapper to me When I came and kicked them buildings over Swear I always knew I'd never be the same Was born to be a motherfucking legend I ain't never do it for no fucking fame Motherfucking legend You know what I'm repping 20 million, 20 years ago Cuh, you was like 7 You ain't gotta like it Bitch you gon' respect it (Respek on my name!) Look me in my eye Motherfucking legend Motherfucking legend Motherfucking legend Even if I die, living Legend Look at my reflection Ain't no second guessing Always be a legend A motherfucking legend Motherfucking legend Used to whip a Lexus I can die right now, still a legend Look at my reflection Ain't no second guessing Born to be a legend A motherfucking legend Mix purple with the yella Kobe with Vanessa Did it doggy style Like upon the dresser Look at my reflection Motherfucking legend Even when I die
2. Ten Toes Down

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   [Excerpt from Paid In Full:] A nigga like me man, I love the game, I love the hustle man I be feeling like one of them ball player niggas you know Like Bird, Magic or something Yeah you know a nigga got dough a nigga can leave the league But if I leave… the fans still gone love me man? Told you I was bout to do it big, huh? Came in this game as a kid, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib, huh? I ain’t do it, people said I did, huh? Rap music ain’t what's fuckin' up they kids, huh? Gangster rap is fuckin’ up the biz, huh? My influence, something that I said, cuh? Like I’m jewish, all about the bread, huh From the sewage, tryin’ to get ahead, huh I’m bout to do it, fuckin’ up they head, huh? These opportunist, fuckin’ up they bread, huh? Corporate America stance is irregular Ready Cuz, rap sheet, impeccable Multi plats, my past What we have here is unprofessional My metal, undetectable, my style, unselectable Niggas runnin’ they mouth thats unacceptable 21st street, Long Beach 'til the death of you Told you I was bout to do it big, huh? Came in this game as a kid, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib, huh? Keep shootin’, thats what the people tell me, huh Get the biggest dope sack that you can sell me, huh And your homegirl do it, huh I make the whole world do it, huh Ain’t no limit to the dog and that's real talk I’m the one that showed you how a real crip walk Resume, document, G-File Recollect, reflect, and let me break it down Take it out the bag, lay it on the table quick Call my handlers, I handle and disable this Tickin’ time bomb, made crippin’ look fun Can’t walk around without your motherfuckin’ gun, that's a no no Real hood redemption, my tiny Lokos is really on a mission Niggas runnin’ they mouth thats unacceptable 21st Street, Long Beach 'til the death of you Told you I was bout to do it big, huh? Came in this game as a kid, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib, huh? Do anybody in the house remember? When it wasn’t no Snoop Dogg? (Hell yeah!) It wasn’t no rappers talking’ bout the LBC (Hell nah) So its safe to say, I put it on the map, huh So if you see me on the block, yeah, I’m back, huh And if you don’t think you know where I’m at, huh You wanna battle, little homie, get your racks up Boy you need to kit kat, make you niggas get back Split you like a kit kat, the big homie did that Rollin’ like a rebel though, I’m on a whole ‘nother level though My heart, my hair, My G, my seat, that part right there I’m more than a rapper though, pure intellectual Smooth as a criminal, you hear me though? Told you I was bout to do it big, huh? Came in this game as a kid, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh? Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh? Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib, huh?
3. Don't Stop
4. Super Crip

   Letra

   Turn me up, turn me up Just Blaze What's up, what's happening? Big Snoop in this bitch, get it crackin' Dickies creased up and they saggin' Gat in the right side, left side flag Niggas running at the lip again Got me feelin' I'ma trip again And you thought I wasn't listenin' Bitches talk shit, got me walkin' like a Crip again Gotta hit you with the re-up I'm married to the streets, fuck a prenup Ayy lil' nigga roll the weed up Dre get my cup, we about to get G'd up Long Beach on my right side CPT on my left side I got Watts in this bitch It be dogs from the 'jects still screaming out West Side Long Beach on my right side CPT on my left side I got Watts in this bitch Tiny loccs from the third and they screaming out East Side Bitch niggas still bang on 'em 50 Cal shots, let it rang on 'em And if a square ass nigga tried to get up in my circle We gon' have to put them thangs on 'em Bitch niggas still bang on 'em 50 Cal shots, let it rain on 'em And if a square ass nigga tried to get up in my circle We gon' have to put them thangs on 'em Still say fuck 'em cause ain't no love for 'em Tell 'em come and see me, I got a slug for 'em But then again I ain't brainless I'll have my little loccs hit you with the stainless Still say fuck 'em cause ain't no love for 'em Tell 'em come and see me, I got a slug for 'em But I ain't tryna make ya famous I'll have my tiny locos hit you with the stainless Shit you know who I be D-O double G, super C-R-I-P Creepin' through the fog And steppin' through the smog And you know I'm high as shit And my bitches fly free Shit you know who I be D-O double G, super C-R-I-P Creepin' through the fog And steppin' through the smog And you know I'm high as shit And my bitches fly free Super Crip, what? Super Crip, who? Super Crip, what? Super Crip, who? Super Crip, what? It's still 187 if you bitch niggas wanna trip, who? Super Crip, what? Super Crip, who? Super Crip, what? Super Crip, who? Super Crip, what? It's still 187 if you bitch niggas need that It's enough of that to go around Real G's make the hood go 'round Keep the planet spinnin' on it's axis How is he so hood? How can you ask this? I guess you can say I put in practice On the strip, under lights, now I'm back bitch And even if I'm blown on my own With the chrome to your dome Make you stretch like elastic I need my real G's to the left Bitch niggas staying to the right I need my tool front and center Hard on these scores from the Summer to the winter Spring to the Fall, bitches still on my balls It's the number one nigga from the hood Doggy Dogg Still pull up on a nigga when I need to be heard I'm a killer and a stealer, but I ain't from Pittsburgh Real niggas on the set, I get your whole clique served You best observe, a B chalked out on the curb With your momma and your people sayin' "Supercrip did it" They won't testify, so he got away with it Now I'm sttin' on my throne, on my bad phone I'm talkin' to Iron man, smokin' on fireman Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane Walkin' through the clouds with a Crip stick cane Super Crip, what? Super Crip, who? Super Crip, what? Super Crip, who? Super Crip, what? It's still 187 if you bitch niggas wanna trip, who? Super Crip, what? Super Crip, who? Super Crip, what? Super Crip, who? Super Crip, what? It's still 187 if you bitch niggas need that
5. Coolaid Man

   Letra

   Hey, Snoop Dogg, can you pour me another glass of that Coolaid? On the set, my nigga, I'mma own mine Upgrade, just like your phone game Big Snoop Dogg, I do my own thing And I stays in my own lane My rap style, is dynamite A lot of y'all niggas do sound alike You do it how you do's it See, you can blame it on the drugs, or you can blame it on the music Where I come from, if you sound like another nigga That's called bitin', yeah, you the other nigga Let my demeanor be the meaning, got you screamin' While you leanin', now you fiendin', while you dreamin' To have a big car, rap star Ten-room mansion with a lake in your backyard So disobedient, flavor is the main ingredient And you lack it, it's all in your jacket But I'm hot, and as cool as a fan You bitches drinkin' lemonade, I'm the Coolaid Man Standin' on the corner with a Coolaid stand Cool as a fan, yeah, bitch, I'm the Coolaid Man I'm hot (he's cool), but as cool as a fan Bitches drinkin' lemonade, but I'm the Coolaid Man I'm standin' on the corner with a Coolaid stand Cool as a fan, yeah, bitch, I'm the Coolaid Man Now drink up, Mr. Coolaid Man, Mr. Coolaid Man Now drink up, Mr. Coolaid Man, [?] I'm the Coolaid Man Now drink up! The reason that I say that I'm the Coolaid Look at all the flavor that I gave to the gizzame Just add water, it don't get no hotter You got your whole get-down from the Doggy Dogg father Nevermind it was never mines Inquire intellectual, clever minds Bet a dub that this shit pop Bitch niggas mix love with this hip-hop Just to be on, now what the fuck are we on LBC, we've been known to get our G on They call me Don Corleone, that's the corner he on, P-I-M-P on She a freak of the week, I'm teachin' niggas how to eat Cause I'm deep in the streets Look, don't get it fucked up loc Cause every now and then, niggas need a line of this dope Cause I'm hot, and as cool as a fan You bitches drinkin' lemonade, I'm the Coolaid Man Standin' on the corner with a Coolaid stand Cool as a fan, yeah, bitch, I'm the Coolaid Man I'm hot (he's cool), but as cool as a fan Bitches drinkin' lemonade, but I'm the Coolaid Man I'm standin' on the corner with a Coolaid stand Cool as a fan, yeah, bitch, I'm the Coolaid Man Now drink up, Mr. Coolaid Man, Mr. Coolaid Man Now drink up, Mr. Coolaid Man, [?] I'm the Coolaid Man Now drink up Mr. Coolaid Man, Mr. Coolaid Man Now drink up, Mr. Coolaid Man, [?] I'm the Coolaid Man Now drink up! S-N-double-O-P, Mr. Coolaid Man [?], S-N-double-O-P, Mr. Coolaid Man, yeah, that's who he be Drink up (hot diggity dog) Don't let the stand hit you, baby Now drink up! Mr. Coolaid Man, he's cool
6. Let Me See Em Up

   Letra

   Go! Swizzy! Snoop Dogg! I’m in the zone like, lockin’ alone like Niggas keep talkin’ but I’m sittin' on the phone like Picking a bone like, sittin’ on my throne like Niggas is wrong like, singing’ my song like My nigga I’m so tight, spitin' with gold mic Walk through a dark cloud, came out in a strobe light Rockin’ a robe like, Hef with his hoes like Heavy is the head but to me its the soul like Eat with the rich and get back to the low lifes Cup with his Cool-Aid the flavor is so right Dip in and floss like, ship it in one night Fuck what it cost like, livin’ the boss life [Hook - Swizz Beatz & Snoop Dogg:] Lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em up Lemme-lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em up Snoop Dogg! Aye, lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em low Lemme-lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em low Snoop Dogg! Aye, now that's what's up I’m back in my zone like Living a long life, stuffin’ the bone like Puffin’ a long night, pingin’ the pong like Singin’ a song like, King of the Kong like Godzilla fo'realla, my killas is so right If it don’t go right, make sure you all ride Deuce deuce and a Tec-9 with a .4-5 Niggas is so dead, my nigga I’m so live Back in my zone like niggas hittin’ my phone like Shoot him some bail like, cuz he won’t tell right? The homies don’t act like, the homies don’t act right Under interrogation becomes cooperation That's why I dealt like, solo and bolo like Kick a little ass and talk shit like I’m Dolomite Dip in and floss like, ship it in one night Fuck what it cost like, livin’ the boss life [Hook - Swizz Beatz & Snoop Dogg:] Lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em up Lemme-lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em up Snoop Dogg! Aye, lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em low Lemme-lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em low Snoop Dogg! Aye, now thats whats up Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah Now that's what's up Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Now that's what's up Snoop Dogg, Dogg, Dogg, Dogg! Snoop Dogg, Dogg, Dogg, Dogg! Yeah! Snoop Dogg, Dogg, Dogg, Dogg! Snoop Dogg, Dogg, Dogg, Dogg! Dogg, Dogg, Dogg, Dogg! Snoop Dogg, Dogg, Dogg, Dogg! Swizzy, Swizzy, Swizzy! Aye [Hook - Swizz Beatz & Snoop Dogg:] Lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em up Lemme-lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em up Snoop Dogg! Aye, lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em low Lemme-lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em low Snoop Dogg! Aye, now thats whats up
7. Point Seen Money Gone

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   [Jeremih:] Let me be the man and get the money Baby how that sound? When I'm feelin' high I'm probably on some light skin When I'm feelin' low I'm on some brown Won't you come straight to California We can get with it, show you how the shit goes down Know around the world get nasty And I'm a be right there, right by where the cash be, cash be And I'm a be right there, right by where the cash be No, no, no, no, no, no That's where the cash be [Snoop Dogg:] Mula, fetty, you not ready I'm a get the cheese but the bread was spaghetti Letti said he can play with them broads Opportunistic I stay on them hoes I ain't got time to be handing with y'all 'Specially when there is no money involved Joint seem mighty long Red beam on his dome Point seen money gone [Jeremih:] Let me be the man and get the money Baby how that sound? When I'm feelin' high I'm probably on some light skin When I'm feelin' low I'm on some brown Won't you come straight to California We can get with it, show you how the shit goes down Know around the world get nasty And I'm a be right there, right by where the cash be, cash be And I'm a be right there, right by where the cash be [Snoop Dogg:] Robert De Niro, fly as a sparrow Profit to profit, arrow to pharaoh El Bueno, hustle like Maino All money in, no draino Cato, body, get it like I get mines Smoke papers, Jamaica, I make it, bake it, shake it, or make it Never had to fake it to make it Just put the pedal to the metal rock it up to get flakey I'm living the fast life Jet after jet and try to keep my cash right I know you understand the meaning Hand full of green and while the fans keep feigning Straight up, no leaning, I'm right where the chips at Or even in the hood where the crips at Joint seem mighty long Red beam on his dome Point seen money gone [Jeremih:] Let me be the man and get the money Baby how that sound? When I'm feelin' high I'm probably on some light skin When I'm feelin' low I'm on some brown Won't you come straight to California We can get with it, show you how the shit goes down Know around the world get nasty And I'm a be right there, right by where the cash be, cash be And I'm a be right there, right by where the cash be No, no, no, no, no, no That's where the cash be [Snoop Dogg:] All right now I need passion to the stage Destiny, Melia, Passion I need y'all to the stage let's go I need y'all on the stage let's go Work, work, work In a white ghost sipping holy water Always been the type to get it close to porters After play, Barry Bonds, out the park, I got hits What you mean? I through the tarp At the wall, off the wall I feel like Mike, I don't miss Niggas talkin' shit Saying I didn't fuck that pussy into one-nighty HItting that pussy quit was just aight, uhh Not at all I ain't get to see the wall I cocked 'em off, fuck them all Fuck the law, fuck you thought I ain't change, seen my chain looks like the car Flashy man, flashy this and dancing on me Dirty dancing, dancing like my double cup Lemonade to niggas that be acting tough See you got money I just double up Multiply, fuck addition, fuck your position Macauley Culkin, rich and riches This the life, then walk away it's so delicious Up in Dubai, Sushi hella bitches Aw man wrote a check, 2 commas, lean lean Tell em' I need two shots, or two o' clock Plus that adds about 2000, teardrops Pull up with my crew in silent nights [Jeremih:] I need a girl who will do whatever I want I need a girl who will do whatever I want
8. Oh Na Na

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   Here we go It’s time [Hook - Wiz Khalifa:] If it ain’t KK what you smoking on If it ain’t Rosé tell ‘em carry on It ain’t ‘bout mine ‘less the money long Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na [Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg:] Fat sack in hand, Mac and Dev Back in dreads, stacking bread Kush in the air errywhere I be Word is Doggy Dogg got that 10 a key You can believe what you wanna loc See I’ma pee on the tree when I wanna smoke Underground to the top shelf And I can do it by my goddamn self I put some fire on the tip High when I trip, still fly on a bitch I’ma ease on by Tip top, don’t stop, why not, not why See I’ma regulate it Real shit, real niggas, real weed separated And put the match on the tip So quick, so fast like that, you bitch [Hook - Wiz Khalifa:] If it ain’t KK what you smoking on If it ain’t Rosé tell ‘em carry on It ain’t ‘bout mine ‘less the money long Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na [Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:] Came in this thang, blowing on the strongest Mary Jane Make sure everybody know my name Niggas know we go hard so we young bosses in the game Now I’m getting weed on the plane It’s such a shame, your bitch with us Hatin’ on me ‘cause you probably can’t get rich with us Probably run around claim you a real nigga too But I’ma fuck her, never call like real niggas do, ooh No pain, no gain I be on the yacht drunk sipping champagne Partying with Snoop Dogg, smoking propane Screaming rest in peace June Bug with my whole gang Uhh, niggas hate but I just laugh at that A milly first quarter, you ain’t half of that Talking trees, we can go pack for pack All day, we just smoke back to back [Hook - Wiz Khalifa:] If it ain’t KK what you smoking on If it ain’t Rosé tell ‘em carry on It ain’t ‘bout mine ‘less the money long Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na Oh na na na na na na
9. My Carz

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   [Hook:] My cars, they hot, my paint is wet My bitches, they bad, thats probably why y’all mad My cars, they hot, my paint is wet My bitches, they bad, thats probably why y’all mad My cars, they hot, my paint is wet My bitches, they bad, thats probably why y’all mad You see I’m mean with the 16, yes you are Got a big old house, bout 50 cars And the ones I drive, what a hell of a ride Built for a player when I lean to the side My shit so dank, my paint is wet ‘Lacs, Impalas, and Corvettes Wagoners, saggin’ here Nigga not braggin’ here, but lets be clear My cars, they hot, my paint is wet So I figured the funk, point blank man this nigga a hoe Look around, smash down, sit your ass down little class clown Let me get back on the highway, try my way This is the fly, way, Mass appeal, cash the deal Never will I motherfuckin’ crash the wheel Pass the feel, the tank with the drank in the cup Look baby girl, thats whats up Slide by my side bitch house in the cut With my 9 by side when I side in the cut I shake I shook in, peep out the window, niggas still lookin’ When in doubt, flash that 9 get in and out Take my time while dippin’ out, then bang my set while spinnin’ out [Hook:] My cars, they hot, my paint is wet My bitches, they bad, thats probably why y’all mad My cars, they hot, my paint is wet My bitches, they bad, thats probably why y’all mad My cars, they hot, my paint is wet My bitches, they bad, thats probably why y’all mad Let me raise mine, bang for the Fo’ Pop that shit nigga break it down low They say the stage with more lights Can the nigga re-write the whole game She tried to dodge the blue ride Big race tires we ride the whole ride We bringin’ it live to your side You gonna stand outside or you gonna hop inside? She said cool can my girls come? We gon’ drank, smoke then fuck some It was 2, 3, 4, then 5, tall short thick and fine And they all enjoyed the ride, Dogg could you bring us all back again I love it when you put it in my back again Fill up in your car then you back again Cause your cars are hot, your paint is wet Your bitches, they’re bad, thats probably why y’all mad Your cars, they’re hot, your paint is wet Your bitches, they’re bad, thats probably why y’all mad Your cars, they’re hot, your paint is wet Your bitches, they’re bad, thats probably why y’all mad Now look here mane I got variation mane I got a white one, a black one, a yellow one A green one, a blue one, a red one I mean I mean mane, I even got a space ship, you dig You could even float with me if you want to Cause thats how a real player ride We ride like we ride You wanna get inside, well lets ride You wanna get inside, well lets ride You wanna get inside, well baby lets ride You ever made love in a car? You don’t like when I talk to you like that? You ever been fucked in a car? That sounds better don’t it
10. Two or More

    Letra

    You niggas don't hear me though Turn it up, nigga, this shit's in stereo I walked in with a philly ho Let me give it to you, young locc, on the really though Hands, the keys, the Benz, the trees The birds, the bees, the C's, the G's I get it like I'm 'posed to, you should be close to me Right up under my wing Words I sing, verbs I bring Bread to the park, head in the dark Ready with art, I said it with heart Merely distorted, dearly departed Look what you started I'm cool as a mother and you acting retarded Just what the motherfuckin' doctor ordered It's the d-o-g with the p-o-p Not one, not two, but three I gotta have two or more Two or more, baby Maybe even three or four Like three, like four Listen to me, baby I need two or more Yeah Maybe even three or four She likes love, drugs, and sex Love, drugs, and sex She likes love, drugs, and sex Have a seat and don't say one word Cause you will never catch Snoop Dogg with just one bird And if I do, I'll probably kick it to the curb And come anew Runnin' back, I'm-a keep runnin' through Hut one, hut two Down set, hike two, three, four We go overtime I'm-a give you something that's gonna blow your mind And take your time, relax a bit I came here to mack a bitch This P is so immaculate I rap a bit just to taste Puttin' hair to the snare to the bass Snap that, Snapchat, flick it up One of me, three of ya'll, so lick it up I'm back to the hangin' again, bangin' again Nigga, could you sing it again? I gotta have two or more Two or more, baby Maybe even three or four Like three, like four Listen to me, baby I need two or more Yeah Maybe even three or four She likes love, drugs, and sex Love, drugs, and sex She likes love, drugs, and sex Freak-a-leek, I speak the truth I got girls lined up trying to get in the booth Original, more like a miracle High definition visual, digital, minimal But it can be maxed out Track meet, more meat blow your back out I had to pull the 'lac out Cause there was too many of ya'll to be left out I stepped out mackish with the whole package Bread with the cabbage, me and a bad bitch Or two, make it three 31 flavors, nigga It gets no better than this Now, who in the world can get you more wetter than this? I'm back to the hangin' again, bangin' again Nigga, could you sing it again? I gotta have two or more Two or more, baby Maybe even three or four Like three, like four Listen to me, baby I need two or more Yeah Maybe even three or four She likes love, drugs, and sex Love, drugs, and sex She likes love, drugs, and sex Two or more
11. Affiliated

    Letra

    I don’t want nobody fuckin’ with me in these streets, children I don’t want nobody fuckin’ with me in these streets, uh-uh I don’t want nobody fuckin’ with me in these streets, cause Ain’t nobody got time for that Ain’t nobody got time for that Ain’t nobody got, Ain’t nobody got Ain’t nobody got time for that Real shit mane, no matter where you from The same rules and regulations apply, the G code I don’t hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I’m affiliated See I’m real for my niggas, I kill for my niggas, I’m affiliated Grew up from the turf, love doin’ work, I’m affiliated See I don’t hang in my hood but I bang in my hood All I bang is that crip shit, trip this Big Snoop Dogg with my cousin Trick Trick Put the hammer to your bisquick to your biscuit Jam with the jelly sellin’ grams at the telly On the telly with the plinug If you really want it come and get it on the Dinnub 20 gang, for life, all my niggas locked down Know I got em’ right Its a new game, Its a new day We even got homies in Akron and OK-C And I'm the [?] Go and see em' Holla at a nigga on the DM All I know is to bang the beach, (long beach) 40 years nigga, bangin’ the east And I can’t stop and I won’t stop Even though I got a grill, still 20 crip nigga I don’t hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I’m affiliated See I’m real for my niggas, I kill for my niggas, I’m affiliated Grew up from the turf, love doin’ work, I’m affiliated See I don’t hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I’m affiliated Shit Pull up, get out, hood up, sit down No need to stand, he is the man It is I, he, King, NFZ, so my thrown, a no fly zone To make sure they mail they’re check, fly down LAX To see my big cuz, fuck y’all thought this shit was Turn a couple corners, big homies’ll pull up on ya What we finna’ do what the move is Cuz say the money where the booth is Go and show the motherfuckers where the truth is Hold up cuz I do this, state to state face to face Straight up G shit, 7 mile nigga with the 21 east clique Love my neighbors, season floor seats Pistons and Lakers I don’t hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I’m affiliated See I’m real for my niggas, I kill for my niggas, I’m affiliated Grew up from the turf, love doin’ work, I’m affiliated See I don’t hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I’m affiliated State to State, Oh I don’t hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I’m affiliated See I’m real for my niggas, I kill for my niggas, I’m affiliated Grew up from the turf, love doin’ work, I’m affiliated See I don’t hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I’m affiliated
12. Feel About Snoop

    Letra

    You brainwashed not to know you grew up wanting to be a pimp, you wanted to be a player (Right) You know, you grew up wanting to be these different things that are role models to you in your neighborhood, until you figure out that...hold on...I'm finna be the first role model that ain't that (Right) [Angela Yee The Breakfast Club:] Well I had a chance to listen to the album, it's very chill, it definitely makes you wanna smoke some weed (Oh it do?) Yeah, and I don't even really smoke (You wanna hit some right now?) I don't know if we're allowed to do that in here (We need curtains, we need curtains in here) No, Snoop can do what he wanna do (I don't think so...) Don't ask for permission, ask for forgiveness And there ain't no doubt about it Regarded as the freshest, by the way that I live All the songs that I did, and givin' back to the kids I mean I done been everywhere that you wanna go And poppin' on a stick like a pogo My logo, is similar to the bat sign Way up in the sky, When you wanna get high Now look up, Now look up, I shook up the game With the versatility, verbability, toungetwistagility Hell yeah, they love the dog Grandmomma's worldwide wanna hug the dog The way I feel about Snoop The way I feel about Snoop The way I feel about Snoop The way I feel about Snoop The way I feel about Snoop The way I feel about Snoop The way I feel about Snoop Look I'm back at it, melodramatic A little more dope for you Snoop Dogg addicts Addicted to the things I do, magic Go go go but no gadget, I'm magic If I wasn't invented Then you probably wouldn't even know how to represent it I'm in it like I spread it, if I said it, All gas unleaded For really though, I get that real hood love everywhere I go From mommas, babies, grannies You gotta love him even if you can't stand him The way I feel about Snoop The way I feel about Snoop The way I feel about Snoop The way I feel about Snoop The way I feel about Snoop The way I feel about Snoop The way I feel about Snoop
13. Light It Up

    Letra

    If you celebratin' tonight Celebratin' tonight A celebration tonight Graduation tonight Where it end tonight A birthday tonight Ya livin' life tonight Light the sky up tonight Light the sky up tonight Light the sky up tonight Put your lighters real high We gon' celebrate life tonight It's the Fourth of July tonight Fireworks up tonight We gon' light the whole sky tonight We gon' light ya whole life tonight Light the whole sky tonight We gon' light the whole sky tonight Light the whole sky tonight Celebrate tonight Cheers to the good life And I can tell that tonight's gonna be a good night All my family is here And we been gettin' it on this whole year, oh yeah It's grad night, feel too good t have a bad night Snoop Dogg came through to make sure Everybody set, let's go Mama in the house, what it do though? It occurs to me that today's your happy anniversary Bacardi over there, party over here, party over there As we party everywhere Everybody put yo' hands up, fill the stands up This is the extravaganza In it to win it We start what we finish The sky is not the limit Light the sky up tonight Light the sky up tonight Light the sky up tonight Put your lighters real high We gon' celebrate life tonight It's the Fourth of July tonight Fireworks up tonight We gon' light the whole sky tonight We gon' light ya whole life tonight Light the whole sky tonight We gon' light the whole sky tonight Light the whole sky tonight Celebrate tonight Snoop Dogg's in the house We gon' set this thang off tonight And now the scene is set This 'ill be sumin' that you never forget We got it poppin' like champagne Give me my damn ring We want it all, we the champs Did the damn thang We are champions So we gon' light up the night tonight Man this sure feels great So I'm livin' my life tonight Fireworks in the air, work dat, murk dat, hurt dat there Put that blue light way in the sky Wave both hands from side to side Can ya catch a vibe? What a view Walkin' on the moon makin' prints wit' my tennis shoe Went in any mall Eenie meenie mini mall Anotha twenty-fo' That's the only way to go Light the sky up tonight Light the sky up tonight Light the sky up tonight Put your lighters real high We gon' celebrate life tonight It's the Fourth of July tonight Fireworks up tonight We gon' light the whole sky tonight We gon' light ya whole life tonight Light the whole sky tonight We gon' light the whole sky tonight Light the whole sky tonight Celebrate tonight
14. Side Piece

    Letra

    Say baby girl Why don't you light some candles and put somethin' on for a nigga though? Forreal You don't have to leave You can stay at my house, I aims to please Just relax and breathe You deserve attention, I'm what you need You don't have to leave You can stay at my house, I aims to please Just relax and breathe You deserve attention, I'm what you need Yes I'm the most high Baby want it, Mimosa I tried to reverse her, a mentirosa Gov me livin' the vida loca in Acapulco With my pictures on the wall on a poster, a roller coaster So I try to dance my life away to get it over I'm sippin' Jamison with famous friends until I'm sober Don't wanna go home, I know I'm gonna get into a fight I called my sidepiece and tell her I'mma spend the night And if she out of town, baby we' gon' book a flight She got it laid out with incense and candlelights Your shit's on hit, officially lit You're tryna get a nigga sprung, your pussy wet, you lil bit You have no idea, what? You want me right here? Are you sure that we can do this shit right here? Cause if it's on like that, I'll spend the night here You don't have to leave You can stay at my house, I aims to please Just relax and breathe You deserve attention, I'm what you need You don't have to leave You can stay at my house, I aims to please Just relax and breathe You deserve attention, I'm what you need You don't have to leave You can stay at my house, I aims to please Just relax and breathe You deserve attention, I'm what you need You don't have to leave You can stay at my house, I aims to please Just relax and breathe You deserve attention, I'm what you need Good love, good sex and good weed Baby oil to rub down my sleeves, relax and breathe Red wine, crackers and cheese, baby shootin' the breeze While aiming to please Oh please, don't stop with the antics High heels, t-shirts, no panties Me knockin', she's rockin' the boat While baking me a cake with a root beer float Then put the TV on the channel where's it's nothin' but sports Every room at the house is where I smoke my dope, no joke Got keys to the spot so I can slide by necessary Mary, Mary, Quite Crip Contrary Apartment contemporary Jo Malone candles, very airy Ain't that right Siri? (That's right Siri) So keep sendin' that right The way it's lookin', I'll be spendin' the night You don't have to leave You can stay at my house, I aims to please Just relax and breathe You deserve attention, I'm what you need You don't have to leave You can stay at my house, I aims to please Just relax and breathe You deserve attention, I'm what you need You don't have to leave You can stay at my house, I aims to please Just relax and breathe You deserve attention, I'm what you need You don't have to leave You can stay at my house, I aims to please Just relax and breathe You deserve attention, I'm what you need I'm on my way, yeah Just leave the backdoor open I'm pullin' up right now And I'mma spend the night Fo' sho'
15. Kush Ups

    Letra

    [Hook - Wiz Khalifa:] My weed man got the hook up Rollin' up another pound every time you look up Big-ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up So much weight that now I'm doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' (Don't stop!) [Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg:] Tae Bo, five, four, three, two, one Workin' out, chiefin' up, creepin' up, keepin' up With the Joneses, smoke a zone with my pen pals In my neighborhood, flavor's good, roll up, put some papers to it Straight into it, gon' make him do it, that thing can do it fo sho Get my lift on, while get my spliff on, fo sho Break bad, stay cool, way cool, roll a doob Old school, paid my dues, spray these fools, ladies drool Cause they know what I got I got a bag of the Saturday pot And it'll keep you up from Thursday to Saturday night What do you like? When you smoke with the Dogg, you had the time of your life Now light... the fatty, jump in my Cadi Pull your seat back, yup, I know you need that Let it flow, set it go, incredible That ain't gold, layin' low like 10 to 4, on the floor [Hook - Wiz Khalifa:] My weed man got the hook up Rollin' up another pound e'rry time you look up Big-ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up So much weight that now I'm doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' (Don't stop!) [Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:] Don't even trip Ain't really gotta use a scale, I could eyeball a zip So much weight you thinkin', “Why this ain't for sale?” Weed in my lungs, weed in my nails She conin' joints, I'm rollin' weed up myself Don't ever get my weed from off the shelf or my clothes I heard Polillo 'bout to drop some shit, order those Pounds, I got more of those, why my eyes sorta low Not too many when I roll, more arms than Goro though Boys hatin', I'm just countin' up the money I just made And what I'm makin' make a nigga make a million dollars later Smokin' [?], gettin' high pays I like my eyes glazed Ain't empty out my ashtray in days At my house playin' pool in some HUF socks and Joyrich sweats I roll a joint, you roll another one next Can't even name a nigga colder than Ain't pay for game that mean you stole it then Know it's the bomb when you hold it in [Hook - Wiz Khalifa:] My weed man got the hook up Rollin' up another pound e'rry time you look up Big-ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up So much weight that now I'm doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' (Don't stop!)
16. Double Tap

    Letra

    [Jazze Pha:] Tryna double tap that Yeah, shawty I'm tryna double tap that Slide off in your DM, slide off in your DM Oh, shawty Tryna double tap that Yeah, shawty I'm tryna double tap that Slide off in your DM, slide off in your DM If she ain't a rider, I don't want her I need a real one in my corner She got a job, she independent She don't need nothin' from a man Shawty be makin' her own money All of her paychecks real, no stuntin' If she gotta dude, I'm so confused She say she single on the 'gram Hey, ladies Tryna double tap that Yeah, shawty I'm tryna double tap that Slide off in your DM, slide off in your DM Oh, shawty Tryna double tap that Yeah, shawty I'm tryna double tap that Slide off in your DM, slide off in your DM [Snoop Dogg:] Which one of ya'll wanna dip with a Crip? Take a trip to a place where the weather win Rollin' up a seven and Take you where you never been [?] with a little bit of medicine This that shit so heavy Double tap with the rap, baby, so ready Livin' in the south Backyard, big house Three or four cars, but she need a little D in her life And G in her life So I'm-a hit her with the business Finzel, can a nigga get a witness? Touch the screen two times for the set I'll put you on the bed to the jet to get you wet Computer love, I know you want that lunar love Fuck with me on the low and I'm-a do you up The coolest Crip niggas, baby, we them Smokin' up, open up, I slide up in your DMs [Jazze Pha:] Tryna double tap that Yeah, shawty I'm tryna double tap that Slide off in your DM, slide off in your DM Oh, shawty Tryna double tap that Yeah, shawty I'm tryna double tap that Slide off in your DM, slide off in your DM [E-40:] Rappers wanna be athletes And athletes want to be rappers We all have [?] All of us is factors Raised in the streets, me and my peeps [?] Executive suites [?] Wanna be wiped and spoiled, pacified Tell all my females understand, then it is guys What is she? She ready I'm tryna get some blowjob Betty Man, I got coochie on deck all day My baby girl thicker than the Milky Way She on, she say she like my song I gave her my phone She liked her IG on my Samsung Bi-coastal, not local We highkey poppin' fo' sho', though We get around like a circle Or probably should I say oval? She drive a Volvo, a [?] She want to Snapchat a photo She want to give me fellatio, a.k.a. oral Let me tap that [Jazze Pha:] Tryna double tap that Yeah, shawty I'm tryna double tap that Slide off in your DM, slide off in your DM Oh, shawty Tryna double tap that Yeah, shawty I'm tryna double tap that Slide off in your DM, slide off in your DM
17. Got Those

    Letra

    All money ain’t good money But ain’t no money like the show money We came from the bottom to the top floor Plus I paid for it it cost a lot though Money problems everybody got those But now a days we don’t got those Birkin bag all my bitches got those No Chanel everybody got those Shooters on the roof know we got those Hear a couple shots, hope you got those I pull up in a Full Metal Jacket Pop shots, Top notch with the ratchet I leave a nigga dead on the asphalt Slap em in the face tell em take them fuckin’ pants off T’d Up, G’d Up when we stance off Two to the chest make a bitch nigga dance off Goin’ with the Wizzin, Juice with the Gizzin’ Rides til’ I’m Risen, strong with the pizzen' You don’t know, oh, I fucked your hizzoe Timbo, the Designer, and finer fuck what it cizzost See everything I’m rock and wear its handmade If she with me then she got it all you understand me We came from the bottom to the top floor Plus I paid for it it cost a lot though Money problems everybody got those But now a days we don’t got those Birkin bag all my bitches got those No Chanel everybody got those Shooters on the roof know we got those Hear a couple shots, hope you got those The police, motherfuckin’ gang to me And money, ain’t a motherfuckin’ thang to me Let me break it down for you, keep a few shooters And a damn good lawyer Preparation for the worst, meditation with this verse Education, Rebirth, cause you know if you last you first And everybody wanna be the best, Red bottom shoes for your Louie bag on your neck Baby remember before you had shoes When yo’ life was filled with nothing but bad news See everything I rock and wear is handmade If she with me then she got it all you understand me We came from the bottom to the top floor Plus I paid for it it cost a lot though Money problems everybody got those But now a days we don’t got those Birkin bag all my bitches got those No Chanel everybody got those Shooters on the roof know we got those Hear a couple shots, hope you got those New cars got that, good weed blow that Bag bitch yessir, OG for sure that Used to stay with my momma on the couch Like the Jeffersons I’m moving on up and I’m out Penthouse with the butler who waits by the door To ensure I’m the only motherfucker on this floor I got game, I got fame, I got cash, I got love I got so many hoes, I’m bout to open a club You got me, I got you, you got one, I got two Stop by and have a good time its popping’ at Snoops Got a whole lot of this and I mix it with that Me and Timberland remember we bringin’ it back We came from the bottom to the top floor Plus I paid for it it cost a lot though Money problems everybody got those But now a days we don’t got those Birkin bag all my bitches got those No Chanel everybody got those Shooters on the roof know we got those Hear a couple shots, hope you got those
18. Let The Beat Drop (Celebrate)

    Letra

    [Swizz Beatz:] Let me blow the smoke all in the air You know it's a party when Snoop's here The ladies let their hair go down low We let the whole club lights down low Down low In the BBM She checkin' for my name in the BBM I used to want a all black Beamer then She don't really know how I seen her then The west coast light, she ain't seen it yet She ain't seen it yet Fuck it, let's celebrate Screw it, let's celebrate Fuck it, let's celebrate Snoop Dogg, we celebrate Now let the beat drop Now let the beat drop Now let the beat drop Now let the beat drop Now let the beat drop [Snoop Dogg:] All about this paper while I'm rollin' up this paper, though In case you didn't know, I'm blowin' on that high endo Swizzy told me let it go, so I'm-a act a fool tonight I'm in the building and I'm coolin' and I'm chillin' like Never felt this way before, so I guess I'm-a let it go Since I'm-a let it go, you better get ready for More than the incredible, teach her what you gotta Came for a little but I left with a whole lotta Walked to the top but I started from the bottom Celebrate tonight by raisin' up your fuckin' bottles Smoke in the air, now everybody take a swallow Snoop Dogg is that nigga you should follow [Swizz Beatz:] You know it's a party when Snoop's here The ladies let their hair go down low We let the whole club lights down low Down low In the BBM She checkin' for my name in the BBM I used to want a all black Beamer then She don't really know how I seen her then The west coast light, she ain't seen it yet She ain't seen it yet Fuck it, let's celebrate Screw it, let's celebrate Fuck it, let's celebrate Snoop Dogg, we celebrate Now let the beat drop Now let the beat drop Now let the beat drop Now let the beat drop Now let the beat drop [Snoop Dogg:] Baby let her hair down when she heard that I was comin' I can be your nigga, are you down to be my woman? This is real pimpin', California, why you runnin'? The other dudes fakin', baby, I keep it one hundred Straight shooter with the Buddha, take a hit and get your mind right Offered me some head, I told that little bitch that I might In the mean time, let me bust and get my green right We a hundred deep, goddamn I got my team right We celebratin' lovin' this life Your favorite rapper back up on the mizzic From the underground to the roof, ya'll It's your friendly neighborhood big Snoop Dogg [Swizz Beatz:] You know it's a party when Snoop's here The ladies let their hair go down low We let the whole club lights down low Down low In the BBM She checkin' for my name in the BBM I used to want a all black Beamer then She don't really know how I seen her then The west coast light, she ain't seen it yet She ain't seen it yet Fuck it, let's celebrate Screw it, let's celebrate Fuck it, let's celebrate Snoop Dogg, we celebrate Now let the beat drop Now let the beat drop Now let the beat drop Now let the beat drop Now let the beat drop
19. What If

    Letra

    [Snoop Dogg:] Yeah, man Do you ever sit and wonder sometimes What if? I mean, like, forreal though I mean, sometimes I just sit and think to myself, like What if? I mean, that's a big question, right? If "if" was a fifth, we'd all be fucked up But what I really wanna know is: What if? [Suga Free:] (What if?) We had a reckless motherfucker That was king of west coast instead of big Snoop Dogg (What if?) We never had a nigga like Big P From the Southside, nigga goin' "woof" (What if?) We never had a real woman That could raise us and teach us, show us what the real was (What if?) We had to take it If you didn't have Suga Free, motherfucker, you had to make it Social media only ask the he-say, she-say shit And where would I be without Tone, Pimp [?] and DJ Quik? Act like you knew that I'm glad I had somebody tell me "Don't think with your dick, boy. Don't do that!" Come on, you know me, man I pimp on, I entertain, man That's why I stay inside my [?] lane I gotta be careful when I show you stuff Cause these haters don't like you if you know too much Yo, ow give it up if you like this And you prefer the peace And won't get mad if you don't have no one to fight with We pull the cards around a phony My sister told me, "Niggas act hard around they homies" Because the West don't need no beef We need our [?] and our roaches And our Reres and our Monique So stay prayed up, armor on, I got it What if you talked to that man And understood before you shot him? [Snoop Dogg:] (What if?) The Bloods and the Crips was the same And all niggas joined one gang (What if?) My granny wouldn't have died Man, I probably wouldn't have been from the East side (What if?) You could do what you don't And live how you motherfuckin' want, say that (What if?) A phony is a phony, a homie is a homie And you know the big homie don't play that Catch him, stick him Rip it, ride it La di da di, we shout out the party The old me, the new you, you niggas tryna do me You better off tryna do you Boo hoo, voodoo, taboo DP, GC, what it really do? I educate when I illustrate And those the words I be teachin', preachin' To each and everyone Never been a scary one Always been a down ass nigga, clown ass nigga Reppin' my city, [?] Extra extraordinaire exceptionally Never late, predicate, elevate, levitate My nigga, I'm way too high to ever hate Papa Snoop in my momma Beverly, heavenly Thank God for ya'll havin' me, for real [Snoop Dogg & Suga Free:] (What if?) The Bloods and the Crips was the same And all niggas joined one gang (What if?) My granny wouldn't have died Man, I probably wouldn't have been from the East side (What if?) You could do what you don't And live how you motherfuckin' want, say that (What if?) We had a reckless motherfucker That was king of west coast instead of big Snoop Dogg (What if?) We never had a nigga like Big P From the Southside, nigga goin' "woof" (What if?) We never had a real woman That could raise us and teach us, show us what the real was (What if?) We had to take it If you didn't have Suga Free, motherfucker, you had to make it (What if?)
20. Revolution

    Letra

    [Snoop Dogg & October London:] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh The revolution will be televised The revolution Just Blaze Oh-oh-oh-oh This is serious business Dududududu [October London:] The revolution, oh, oh (Yes) Will be televised, will be televised (The revolution will be televised) The revolution, oh, oh Will be televised, will be televised (The revolution will be televised) [Snoop Dogg:] Sitting back watching, but I'm so unstable I been an OG since I was rockin' in the cradle Y'all don't know that my bite is so fatal Kick a fool down like the homie with the 80- Ayy though, nigga don't play though With the [?] like the spray though Sculpted left hand full of clay dough Split him in the middle cut him up like a potato Oh, leave 'em on the sideline, bleeding cause he tried mine We loot 'til the boot out Me and my brother, we was caught up in a shootout Had to handle, pigs on a nigga, four days Eight laws of power, eighty-five ways TEC-9's with a couple 45's And the revolution will be televised [October London:] The revolution, oh, oh Will be televised, will be televised (The revolution will be televised) The revolution, oh, oh Will be televised, will be televised (The revolution will be televised) [Snoop Dogg:] This ain't he local pass cash with the bra fast views This shit will be viewed on your broadcast news Why did I do it? My momma is on the call Shot three lil pigs and now my back against the wall Nowhere to turn and no where to go My blood is burnin' I'm about to blow Huey, Malcolm and Martin, those are my peers They been doin' niggas like this for over hundreds of years Poppin' us, fear, now it's time for us to clap back But this time we gon' bust them the fuck back We ain't runnin', we shootin' and lookin' forward Anybody, somebody, everybody on the floor They just surrounded my place Hold the court in the streets so I can win my case TEC-9's with a couple 45's And the revolution will be televised [October London:] The revolution, oh, oh Will be televised, will be televised (The revolution will be televised) The revolution, oh, oh Will be televised, will be televised (The revolution will be televised) The revolution-lution-lution-lution The revolution-lution-lution-lution Will be televised Oh, oh, oh, oh The revolution-lution-lution-lution Oh, la-la-la-la-da-da-da The revolution, oh, oh Will be televised, will be televised (The revolution will be televised) The revolution, oh, oh, na, na, na, na, na Will be televised, will be televised (The revolution will be televised)