Doggystyle de Snoop Dogg

Listado de Canciones

1. Bathtub

   Letra

   [Snoop and some girl are in a bathtub] Uhh, that felt good Does it baby? Yeah, rub my back for me Where do you want me to rub it baby? Right here OK Ohh Turn around Aight, check it out though Why don't you put me on some music? What you wanna hear baby? Put me on some of that old gangsta shit Aight [ding dong] [needle scratching] Damn! the fuck is that, everytime i'm chillin someone ringing my motherfuckin doorbell You want me to get that for you? Yeah, handle that shit for me Aight, i'll be right back What the fuck? [diffrent voices say thigs to snoop] Hey Snoop! Yo, what's up Snoop Dogg?! Hey, hey, hey Snoop, what's goin on? What's up G-Dogg? Ohh nuttin, tryin to live between this guy I met tonight to have some dirt no way man Right right That nigga fucked about right about now Dogg I'm about ready to get up out this damn I'm ready to get his shit up man With motherfuckin law after me Punk ass bitches, sucka ass niggaz I can't take this shit no more dogg What?! Man you wanna get out the game, come on man ou can, smoke a pound of bud everyday You got a big screen TV, man, you wanna give all this up? You got the dopest shit out on the streets Nigga, is you crazy? That's the American Dream nigga Well ain't it? Fool, you better come on in Wait wait wait wait hold up Snoop Hey nigga, I put five dollars on the weed You better quit fuckin with me [Dre] It's time to get busy in this motherfucker... Like we always do about this time
2. G Funk Intro

   Letra

   [Intro:] Yeah.... This is another story about dogs For the dog that don't pee on trees, is a bitch So says Snoop Dogg, get your pooper scooper Cuz the nigga's talkin shit Aroof! [echoes] [Verse One: Rage] I'm sippin on Tanqueray with my my mind on my money and my mouth in the ganjahy R-A-G to the motherfuckin E Back with my nigga S-N double O-P [Dre] Yeah, and ya don't stop Rage in effect I just begun to rock [Dre] I said yeah, and you don't quit [Snoop] Hey yo Rage would you please drop some gangsta shit I rock ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs Handcuffed as I bust bout to tear shit up Oh what did ya think I, could never think I Would be the one to make you blink out, I catch you like Inca Never will there ever be another like me Um you can play the left, cuz it ain't no right in me Out the picture out the frame out the box I knock em all Smack em out the park, like A Friendly Game of Baseball Grand, slam, yes I am Kickin up dust and I don't give a god DAMN Cuz I'm that lyrical murderer Pleading guilty, you know for my skills I'm about to be Filthy large, Rage in charge You know what's happenin don't try to play large this ain't no Rerun, see hun, don't ya wanna be one A cover, word to wreck ya, cause I never get my vocals I'm loco, close to Constatanople, uhhh! I'll make 'em go coo-coo for my Cocoa puffin stuff, aiyyo Snoop, you're up Let these niggaz know that niggaz don't give a fuck! [Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg] This is just a small introduction to the G Funk Era Everyday of my life I take a glimpse in the mirror And I see motherfuckers tryin to be like me Every since I put it down with the D-R-E [Outro:] Foamin at the mouth and waggin his tail Searchin through the yards with a keen sense of smell Lookin for the business in heat And when he find it he'll be sniffin her seat We travel in packs and we do it from the back How else can you get to the booty? We do it Doggystyle, all the while we do it Doggystyle Yo motherfuckin hoes!!! He fucked the fleas off a bitch He shaked the ticks off his dick And in the booty, he buries his motherfuckin bone And if there's any left over He'll roll over and take a doggy bag home Damn, that Tanqueray is talkin to a nigga I ain't bullshittin, one of y'all niggaz gotta get it Man I got ta piss Breath test?
3. Gin And Juice

   Letra

   I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggas got some bad motherfucking breath Oh man aye baby, aye baby, shit, Aye baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker or something Aye, nigga, get something to eat, dog Study long, study wrong nigga With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep coming up with funky ass shit like every single day May I, kick a little something for the G's And, make a few ends as I breeze, through Two in the morning and the party's still jumping 'Cause my momma ain't home I got bitches in the living room getting it on And, they ain't leaving 'til six in the morning, six in the morning So what you wanna do, shit I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But—but what?—we don't love them hoes So we gon' smoke a ounce to this G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this [2x] Rolling down the street, smoking indo, sipping on gin and juice Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind Now, that I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Now this type of shit, happens all the time You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you listening to the D-O-G I got the cultivating music that be captivating he Who listens to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street And get to macking to this bitch named Sadie Sadie? She used to be the homeboy's lady Oh, that bitch Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these N-U-Ts, 'cause you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze Bitch, I'm just [2x] Rolling down the street, smoking indo, sipping on gin and juice Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind Later on that day My homie Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke Shit, this ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now But it ain't no stopping, I'm still popping Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton To serve me, not with a cherry on top 'Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raising up off the cot Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes I don't love you hoes, I'm out the door And I'll be [2x] Rolling down the street, smoking indo, sipping on gin and juice Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind Rolling down the street, smoking indo, sipping on gin and juice, bitch With my mind on my money and my money on my mind Rolling down the street, smoking indo, sipping on gin and juice, bitch With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
4. W Balls

   Letra

   [Ricky Harris & The Queen of Funk:] [Radio Static] That was the Dogg Pound here right on W Balls 187.4 on your FM dial You're tuned in to the biggest balls of them all: DJ Saul T. Nuts Aye, don't forget about my homeboy EZ Dicc and the Jackoff Hour That's happening at twelve o'clock tonight Right now we got some new Snoop Doggy Dogg for that ass This one is called "Tha Shiznit" You're about to go downtown bitch Right here on the station that plays only platinum hits That's 187.4 on your FM dial If you're licking, that's W Balls [Radio Static] Everybody's got to hear the shit, on W Balls, W Balls, W Balls
5. Tha Shiznit

   Letra

   [Verse One:] Poppin, stoppin, hoppin like a rabbit When I take the nina Ross ya know I gota ta have it I lay back in the cut retain myself Think about the shit, and I'm thinkin wealth How can I makes my grip And how should I make that nigga straight slip Set trip, gotta get him for his grip as i dip around the corner, now i'm on a-nother mission, wishin, upon a star Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar In the back of the limo no demo, this is the real Breakin niggaz down like Evander Holyfield, chill to the next Episode I make money, and I really don't love hoes Tell ya the truth, I swoop in the Coupe I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops But now I, make, hits, every single day With, that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot It's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop [Verse Two:] Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is Snoop Dogg on the mic i'm about as crazy as Biz Markie, spark the, chronic bud real quick And let me get into some fly gangsta shit Yeah, I lay back, stay back in the cut Niggaz try to play the D-O-G like a mutt I got a little message, don't try to see Snoop I'm fin to fuck a bitch, what's her name it's Luke You tried to see me, on the TV, youse a B.G. D-O-double-G, yes I'ma O.G. You can't see my homey Dr. Dre So what the fuck a nigga like you gotta say Gotta take a trip to the MIA And serve your ass with a motherfuckin AK You, can't, see, the D-O-double-G, cuz that be me i'm servin um, swervin in the Coupe The Lexus, flexes, from Long Beach to Texas Sexist, hoes, they wanna get witht his Cuz Snoop Dogg is the shit, beeeitch! [Verse Three:] Ahhhh, I'm somewhat brain boggled So I look to the microphone and slowly start to wobble Grab it, have it, stick it to the plug It's Snoop, Doggy, I got a got a fat dub Sack of the chronic in my back pocket loc Need myself a lighter so I can't take a smoke I toke everyday, I loc everyday With the P-O-U-N-D and my nigga Dr. Dre Lay back in the cut, like I told your ass Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast I got a little cousin by the name of Daz And bitches who fuck him, gimme the ass Cuz they know about the shit that we be goin through And they know about the shit that I be puttin up And they be knowin bout the shit I do when I'm on the mic Cause Snoop Dogg is Trump tight like a virgin, the surgeon Is Dr. Drizzay, so lizzay, and plizzay With D-O-double-Gizzay the fly human being seein No I'm not European bein all I can When I put the motherfuckin mic in my hand, and You don't understand when i'm kickin Cuz Snoop is on the mic and I gets wicked, follow me Listen to me, cuz I do you like you wanna be done Snoop Doggy Dogg on this three two one, umm Dum, diddy-dum here I come With the gat and the guitar was strung, I'm not that lunatic nigga who you thought I was When I caught you slippin, I'm gon catch you then I peel your cap Snapped back, relax Ya better not be slippin with them deez on the '83 Cadillac So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G's up hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this
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7. Lodi Dodi

   Letra

   Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick For those who don't like it, eat a dick But for those who with me, sing that shit As it go a little something like this La Di Da Di, we likes to party We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody We're, just some niggaz who're on the mic And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic (right) For all my Doggs keepin y'all in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself Cuz it's cool when ya cause a cozy conditionin Which we create, cuz that's our mission So listen close, to what we say Because this types of shit happens every-day I woke up around 10 o'clock in the mornin I gave myself a strech up, a mornin yawn and went to the bathroom to wash up I threw some soap on my face and put my hands up on a cup and said um "Mirror mirror, on, the wall Who is the top Dogg of them all?" There was a rubble dubble, five minutes it lasted The mirror said, "You are you conceited bastard" Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef So I slipped off my khakis and my gold leaf Used Oil of Olay, cuz my skin gets pale And then I got the file, for my fingernails I'm true to the style on my behalf I put some bubbles in the tub so I can take a bubble bath Clean, dry, was my body and hair I threw on my brand new Doggy underwear for all the bitches I might take home I got the Johnson baby powder and Cool Water cologne Now I'm fresh, dressed, like a million bucks Threw on my white sox, with my all blue chucks Stepped out the house, stopped short, oh no I went back in, I forgot my indo Then I dilly (dally) I ran through an (alley) I bumped into this smoker named (Sally) from the (Valley) This was a girl playin hard to get So I said "What's wrong?" cuz she looked upset She said um It's all because of you, i'm feelin said and blue You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days I love you so, how much you'll never know Cause you took your dope away from me A-huh, a-huh, ahuh Damn, now what was I to do She's cryin over me and she was feelin blue I said, "Um, don't cry, dry your eye And here comes your mother with those two little guys" Her mean mother steps then says to me "Hi!!" Decked Sally in the face and punched her in the eye Punched her in the belly and stepped on her feet Slammed the child on the hard concrete The bitch was strong, the kids was gone Somethin was wrong I said, "What was goin on?" I tried to break up, I said, "Stop it, just leave her!" She said, "If I can't smoke none, she can't either!" She grabbed my closely by my socks So I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks But um, they gave chase, they caught up quick They started cryin on my shoes and grabbin my dick and sayin.... Why don't you give me a play So we can brake it down the Long Beach way And if you give me that okay I'll give you all my love today Doggy, Doggy, Doggy, can't you see Somehow your words just hypnotize me And I just love your jazzy ways Doggy Dogg, your love is here to stay And on and on and on she kept goin The bitch been around before my mother's born! I said, "Cheer up!" so I gave her a hit I said, "You can't have me, I'm too young for you bitch!" She said, "No you're not," then she starts cryin I says I'm nineteen, she says, "Stop lyin!" I says, "I am, go ask my mother And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover" Yeah, uhh, tic toc you don't stop And to the, ah tic toc and you don't quit Yeah, tic toc and ya don't stop, and to the ah tic toc and ya don't quit, beeeotch!
8. Murder Was The Case [DeathAfterVisualizingEternity]
9. Serial Killa

   Letra

   Six million ways to die, choose one [Verse One: Kurupt, Daz] It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck i'm headed Up or down, right or left, life or death I see myself in a mist of smoke Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz anybody killa, you know what the deal is Nigga, you know what the real is I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me down Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound? Is that nigga snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew? Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?" i said, if you ain't up on thangs Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game It's like this they don't understand It's an everyday thang, to gangbang Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz know What's up with you I represent the Pound and Death Row And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach and Compton, and Watts, see D-O-G's Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't see long to the G of the gang One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest Pump pump, put 2 slugs dead in your chest Now you dead then a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin 6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide [4X] [Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg] The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh Don't make a move for your gat so soon cuz I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga) Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you (I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension And when you do, that's when the mission or survival, becomes your every thought Keep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caught Half steppin with your weapon on safety Now break yourself motherfucker 'fore you make me take this 211 to another level I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil Now roam through the depths of hell Where the rest your buster ass homeboys dwell Well... [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide [4X] Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa (Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal) [Verse Three: RBX] Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this! Let's picnic inside a morgue Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets And I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin chest plates open and release them guts Then I release def cuts Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X Nuff respect given Disrespect and you will not be livin Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide [4X] Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa (Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)
10. Who Am I (What's My Name)?
11. For All My Niggaz & Bitches
12. Aint No Fun (If The Homies Cant Have None)
13. Untitled
14. Doggy Dogg World

    Letra

    [Intro:] We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shit But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics [Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg] It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga Coolio Put me up on the game when I step through the do' Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive Usin my styles like a contraceptive I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack So put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?) Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now Tell me what's goin on It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y [Chorus:] It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World [Verse Two: Kurupt] Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin I had your whole fuckin block bumpin Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through One-two, three, you can't see me I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets It's on again, it's on and poppin All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin I wanna see some panties droppin I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton (All I ever did was just use that hoe Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows) I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugs and I smoke weed for the fuck of it Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked but it's manditory that I kick it Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action You really don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog [Chorus] [Verse Three: Daz] Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long) Tell when (till the early morn) It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the) The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit) Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo' So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick Till I die I'm still screamin that (bitches ain't shit) Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum As you groove to the gangster shit The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die [Chorus]
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16. Gz And Hustlas

    Letra

    This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz Freeze, at ease, now let me drop some more of them keys It's 19-9-tre so let me just play It's Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic, I'm back with Dr. Dre But this time I'ma hit yo' ass with a touch To leave motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up So sit back relax new jacks get smacked It's Snoop Doggy Dogg I'm at the top of the stack I don't lack for a second, and I'm still checkin The dopest motherfucker that ya hearin on the record It's me, ya see, S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-G-Y, the D-O-double-G I'm fly as a falcon, soarin through the sky And I'm high till I dizzie, rizzide So check it, I get busy, I make your head dizzy I blow up your mouth like I was Dizzy Gillespie I'm crazy, you can't phase me I'm the S oh yes, I'm fresh, I don't fuck with the stress I'm all about the chronic, bionic ya see Every single day, chillin with the D-O-double-G's P-O-U-N-D that's my clique, my crew Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up I thought ya knew, but yet and still Ya wanna get real, now it's time to peel, ya say chill And feel, the motherfuckin realism Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic I'm hittin hard as steel nigga This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz How many hoes in your motherfuckin group Wanna take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, DeVille Chill, as I take you on a trip Where them niggaz ride, and slide, you know about the East Side Niggaz like myself, here to show you where it's at With my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back Papers I stack daily, and Death Row is still the label that pays me But you know how that goes We flow toe for toe, if you ain't on the Row Fuck you and your hoe, really doe, so check it It's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip Still clockin grip, and really don't give a sheeit About nuttin at all, just my Doggs, steppin through the fog And I'm still gonna fade em all With the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin How many hoes in ninety-four will I be bangin? Every single one, to get the job done As I dip, skip, flip, right back to two one Where the sun be shinin and I be ryhmin It's me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and I'm climbin This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz I come creepin through the fog with my saggin Dukes East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeVille I'm rollin with the G Funk, bumpin in my shit and it don't quit So drop it on the one motherfucker put together that set A nigga with a grip of that gangsta shit With the Eastside hoes on my motherfuckin dick And the Compton niggaz all about to set trip Swing it back, bring it back, just like this And if you with my shit, then blaze up another spliff And keep the motherfuckin blunt in your pocket loc Cuz Doggy Dogg is all about the zig zag smoke See it's a West coast thing, where I'm from And if you want some, get some, bad enough, take some But watch the gun by my side Because it represents me and the motherfuckin East Side So bow down to the bow wow, cause bow wow Yippie yo, you can't see my flow My shit is dope, original, now you know And can't no hood fuck with Death Rizzow This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz
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18. Gz Up, Hoes Down

    Letra

    Yeah, what's happening? This one is dedicated to my niggas All my niggas out there, G's up, hoes down Ladies and gents, playas and pimps listen Snoop Doggy Dogg on the mic, pay attention One, two, oh what shall I do? I'm slipping on my khaki suit (Which one?) The blue one, gun by my side as I mob to the beach On a mission and I'm fishing for my DJ Warren G Now I look for the bud sack And see where my loves at on the lake where the doves at Cognac is the drink that's drank by G's Sagging like a mothafucka, khakis to they knees Bitch please, you know how we do the undercover I'm Snoop Doggy Dogg, not your average motherfucka, see Some of you don't know about the G thang, baby It's the smooth gangsta shit that be driving ya crazy Now as ya groove to the beat and ya move to the sound I'mma hit ya up with the Pound, G's up, hoes down (Well, all the real G's, please stand up and let all be accounted for And if you don't give a fuck about a bitch, then you're rolling with the Row) Back with the one, two, three, and to the fo' It's the S-N, O and to the O, P (Why am I so fly?) I don't know, but (Why am I so high?) It's the Indo I don't fuck with the pocus, everbody knows this Fucking with the Chronic, cause the Chronic gives me dopeness Now focus your eyes on these, follow me As I take ya rolling with the real OG's East Side is the motherfuckin' place, known as home Doggy Dogg with my bone in my hand, twenty grand and Some of you don't know about the G thang baby It's the smooth gangsta shit that be drivin ya crazy Now as ya groove to the G-Funk, and move to the sound I hit you up with the Pound, Gz Up, Hoes Down Well, all the real Gz please stand up and Let all be accounted for, and if you don't give a fuck About a bitch, then you're rolling with the row Hell yeah, you know what I'm saying? This is stricly for the G's, you know I'm saying? Fuck that, bitch Niggas always handcuffing that ho When a nigga like me steps in the place I don't want that ho, I don't love that ho I'm caught up with my greens Collard greens, Indo and the cash flow You know what I'm saying? Peace, G's up, hoes down
19. Pump Pump

    Letra

    [Verse One:] [static] Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump Pump Pump Let the motion of your body be the key, cuz we be the motherfuckin G Funk family Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the game If it ain't one thing it's a motherfuckin nother Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother Whether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuce When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get loose Cuz back in the days, on the side where it's at A nigga had to have a fat stack And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall Can't none of y'all niggaz see the Doggy Dogg Cuz I'm one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness So shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kickin this [Chorus: (repeat 2X)] Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump) [Verse Two: Snoop] Now you can look to the Sun, and spot the moon And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a nigga... I come down with the wickedness One rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!) Close your eyes cuz you can't see me I quit school cause of recess you fuckin B.G. I'm shakin up the party, like Lodi Dodi Is he the dopest? Ya betta ask somebody When, then, send, some gin And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin In nineteen-motherfuckin-ninety-three I'm fuckin up every nigga known in the indistry Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang You know who I am you know my motherfuckin name, who am I? (The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Smell) last name (D-O-double-G) The behavior and the flavor that I found Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound [Chorus] [Verse Three: Malik] Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat Don't sleep while I creep peep out my technique I forgot, I'm out of sight so you can't see the MC of the year, you hear and you fear i got somethin for them niggaz in the front and the rear I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride I'm satisfied now everything is really alright You know when I come nigga I come wicked Don't need no permisison, motherfucker I'ma kick it Niggaz sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuit Lick em up shot, it don't stop, till dem all drop Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks Just stop, rottin on the next niggaz jock I'm strapped with my glock on your block And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot [Chorus]