Álbum Doggystyle de Snoop Dogg - Canciones

Doggystyle

1993 |

Estilo(s) | Gangsta,G-Funk

Sello | Death Row Records

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BathtubVer letra

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letra de Bathtub
[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
G Funk IntroVer letra

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letra de G Funk Intro
[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?
Gin And JuiceVer letra

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letra de Gin And Juice
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
Músicos invitados: Dat Nigga Daz (Vocals [Additional])
W BallsVer letra

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letra de W Balls
[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
Featuring: Ricky Harris, The Queen Of Funk
Tha ShiznitVer letra

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[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
Untitled
Lodi DodiVer letra

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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!
Músicos invitados: Nancy Fletcher (Vocals [Additional])
Murder Was The Case [DeathAfterVisualizingEternity]
Featuring: Dat Nigga Daz
Serial KillaVer letra

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letra de Serial Killa
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)
Featuring: RBX, Tha Dogg Pound, The D.O.C.
Who Am I (What's My Name)?
For All My Niggaz & Bitches
Featuring: Tha Dogg Pound, The Lady Of Rage
Aint No Fun (If The Homies Cant Have None)
Featuring: Kurupt, Nate Dogg, Warren G
Untitled
Doggy Dogg WorldVer letra

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letra de Doggy Dogg World
[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]
Featuring: Tha Dogg Pound, The Dramatics
Untitled
Gz And HustlasVer letra

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letra de Gz And Hustlas
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
Músicos invitados: Nancy Fletcher (Backing Vocals)
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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
Músicos invitados: Hug (4) (Vocals [Additional])
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[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]
Featuring: Lil Hershey Loc, Lil' Malik