Álbum No Limit Top Dogg de Snoop Dogg - Canciones

No Limit Top Dogg

1999 |

Estilo(s) | Gangsta

Sello | Priority Records

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Dolomite IntroVer letra 0:27

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letra de Dolomite Intro
Yes, this is for all you, no business barn rats, soup eatin' junkyard pepper guts [?]

Tired, wrinkled ass motherfuckers, this is for y'all, from the Dogg

The Dogg of all dogs, the top dog

Snoop Doggy Dogg, listen
Buck 'Em 2:44
Featuring: Sticky Fingaz
Trust MeVer letra 4:09

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letra de Trust Me
[Suga Free]

No, uh-uh excuse me wait baby treat yo' cash

And remind me when we get home to get goin

and crack my whip and pack yo' shit

befo' I 92.3 The Beat yo' ass!

Naw bitch look at me when I talk to you

I checked the bitch and said, "Ah-hah some shit?

No ub-uh, shut up, you gon' do what I tell you to do!"

Now name three motherfuckers you can call.. you cain't

One pimpin that, two pimpin that, three pimpin that

That bitch got off! (Say what my nigga Suga Free, what you say?)

Snoop say what? (Huh?) I said

I'm pimpin that, you pimpin that, she pimpin that

That bitch does all!

Naw, pimpin ain't easy (pimpin ain't easy)

But hoein ain't hard no (hoein ain't hard no)

Baby you gon' have to hoe (hoe hoe hoe)

Or lady I'ma have to go (see ya, see ya!)

Suga Free, bitch that don't stand for some old nice ass nigga

tryin to get some pussy and you tryin to get some of this dick free

I'm live ta be a old-ass pimp with cataracts

Reminscin on regular park trees with the homies

and slappin bitches in Cadillacs

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much!

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much! Heyyy

[Sylk E. Fine]

Now check me, I'm in a helluva situation

I got LOVE for the homegirl but it ain't no escapin

Now I've been waitin fo' the chance fo' me to do my thang

Cause when I GO OUT baby, I GO OUT with a bang! (bang bang)

Thursday night, 'bout to hang out at the House of Blues

Fresh attire, new shoes, plus a new, hairdo, WHOO!

I'm mesmerized by the music that they bump in the club

I see my homegirl man (whas' happenin, whas' up?)

lookin like he need some love

And everytime I see him, he been givin me the eye

Cause he my type and I'm his type and plus we love to ride

Imagine that, off we left

Hot sweat hot sex it ain't like we just met (ahh, yeah, yeah)

Why she trust me? Since his girl went on a little trip

I made his sweat drip, he made me strip

It ain't my fault he in a fucked up relationship

That just go to show, you never know who you dealin with

Love over friendship, that's why I live my life trustless, yeah

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much!

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much! Heyyy

[Snoop Dogg]

Hmm, I spent the night at the homie's house, shit

Slept in his livingroom, on his couch

Nigga high'n a motherfucker burnt out (shit)

Before you know it, god damn, the homie chirped out (damn!)

And he ain't said shit, he just dip in his Seville as he peel

Left me at the pad with his girl, damn, what the deal?

Now baby got a gown on, gettin her clown on

As she slid downstairs, now she takin me down home

Cheatin in the next room in the homeboy's bedroom

Am I wrong? Shit, on and on and on and on

Now what am I to do if you was me and I was you

His baby momma in my face, she shakin poo-poo, what would you do?

Trust is a motherfuckin loco, shit

and so is temptation, and I don't know what I'ma do

Come on through (come on through) so I can cum on you (cum on you)

Shit if the homey knew (if the homey knew) if the homey knew

(if the homey knew)

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much

[Sylk] Hey now

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much!

[Sylk] Can't trust me, whatcha say now?

[Snoop] Mo heezee up in this motherfucker Dogg

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much

[Sylk] Believe!

[Snoop] Trust is a motherfucker

[Sylk] You can't trust, whatcha say now?

[Snoop] Don't trust, no bitch

I wish you wouldn't trust me so much! Heyyy

[Sylk] Whatcha say?

[Snoop] Trust in no bitch-ass niggaz

[Sylk] Whatcha say now? Can't trust

Nah-na-na-nah-nah, nah-na-na-nah-nah

[Sylk] Whatcha say now?

Nah-na-na-nah-nah, nah-na-na-nah-nah

[Sylk] Whatcha say now?

Nah-na-na-nah-nah, nah-na-na-nah-nah

[Sylk] Can't trust, whatcha say now?

Nah-na-na-nah-nah, nah-na-na-nah-nah

[Sylk] Come on yeah..
Featuring: Suga Free, Sylk E. Fyne
My Heat Goes BoomVer letra 3:40

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letra de My Heat Goes Boom
[Verse 1:]

Another day another dolla for the top dogg with the gold flea colla

Nigga make the whole dogg world wanna holla

The way they do my life and I'm steady tryin' to do more right

so trife your life could disappear

and if you aint careful who you fuckin' wit nigga

Now reappear come here come near so you can hear what I spit

So sick and tired of niggaz standin on that "G" shit

and just because you on starz wit some khakis

and think your rap style can out rap me and now jack me

come here nigga slap yo self

thats probably why yo shit still sittin' on the motherfuckin shelf

and mine sold out ever since it came out

blue carpet roll out, #1 no doubt, mo' clout, down south, mixin' it up

with dem niggaz that don't never hesitate to bust

what you niggaz tappin' on my front door for?

Hmm oh you lookin' for yo hoe? (you heard)

We in the hotel room doin' the zoom

and let me let you know nigga my heat goes boom

and my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

and my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

[Verse 2:]

I'm back on the scene, chopping green

captain on the team, call me commissioner nigga

so just listen up look like you bored and our boy's bridges

he hangin' wit dem niggaz but dem niggaz straight bitches

left a nigga hangin' at the club when it was scrap time

then a week later gave him a shot on in a rap line

now they in a New York rap time

rapper turned snitch now you livin' on a main line

money's too tight to mention but let me mention

when dem niggaz in da kitchen find out he's snitchin'

they gon' get him and when his homies find out he's snitchin

9 times out of 10 dat nigga gon be bitchin

(you know what) you know what transformin' is switchin'

and oh yeah informin is snitchin

but I aint one to tell you aint heard from me

I'm just an MC tryin to stay super free

and my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

and my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

and my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

and my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

[Verse 3:]

Look here fool I know this game in and out

and quit tryin to tell me bout dem niggaz down south

don't try slide wit that west side love shit

that dove shit eat a dick bitch

I can can read you from the giddy

I read you I took you to my home and I fed you

and led you upstairs upstairs to a room with 37 niggaz

that was strapped up hatin' waitin' on you nigga you the victim

we don't don't pick 'em we just stick 'em and when once we get 'em we got 'em

we try to rid the streets of creeps and freaks

like you for all y'all snitches and bitches

we gonna do the world a big favor

cuz niggaz like y'all be fuckin' up the gangsta flavor

and oh yeah it aint no west coast thang

cuz niggaz out of town got birds that sing

and my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

and my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

and my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

and my heat goes boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

breakdown [echo]

breakdown [echo]

Top Dogg

No Limit

yeah

LBC
DolomiteVer letra 0:53

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letra de Dolomite
Yes, this is me, the bad, bad dolomite

And I'm ready to put me in the White House

Make me the President

I'm gonna move on my first act

I'm a, get me 2000 raggedy ass painters

To paint the muthafuckin' White House black

Dolomite for your president

I'ma legalize every muthafuckin' thing

Somebody ask me how do I stand on Marijuana

Very high baby, very high

How do I stand on prostitution

I don't stand on it, I lay on it

I'ma legalize sellin' pussy

Sell it, sell it, sell your pussy, girls

Pussy will sell, if pussy don't sell

Grits ain't gross and eggs ain't poultry

And Mona Lisa is a muthafuckin' man
Músicos invitados: Dolemite (Voice [Uncredited])
SnoopafellaVer letra 5:22

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letra de Snoopafella
Once upon a time, in the L.B.C.

On the Eastside, off of 2-1 Street

There lived a young man, Cinderfella's his name

To make it interesting it's me, peep game

I lived in a house with my cruel step-dad

And two step-brothers who treated me bad

I cooked, I cleaned, I scrubbed the floors

And I was like an errand boy runnin to the stores

My brothers, they used to boast and brag:

"We've got Fubu, and you've got rags!"

And even worse than that, to make me feel low

They gave me a skateboard, while they had low-lows

Girls used to say, "Snoop, you're so cute

But you gets no rap with that to' up khaki suit"

Welllll, one day, up the Avenue

There was a man, surrounded by the Dogg Pound crew

He said ah, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!

The princess is having a royal ball

If you can rap, also dress fresh

You might win a date with the sweet princess"

Well I, um, ran home when I heard the newsflash

I bust through the door, straight to my step-dad

I said, "Step-dad, may I?"

And before I could finish, "Hell no!", he replied (Cinderfella!)

My brothers were goin, they were gettin down

Even Pops was goin for a piece of the crown (Cinderfella!)

They flaunted, they haunted, they knew what I wanted

"We can and you can't," is what they taunted (nana-nana-nah-nah)

They all stood there, laughin in my face

And as they walked out they said, "Clean up this place!"

(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)

And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love

(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)

And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love

(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)

And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love

(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)

And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love

Well I shrugged, I hissed, they all tried to diss

And I'd get them back if I had one wish

Before I could make my thought a phrase

There appeared a man from a puff of haze

He said, "What's up, Dogg? My name is Herb

I'm your fairy Doggfather, you know it, word!

Now I've came here with the main purpose

Of granting you your fondest wish"

I said, "Herb, my man, just make me fresh

And I'm sure that I can handle, all the rest"

With a snap of his fingers sparks began to shoot

And I was jumpin in my body: a slick silk suit

On my feet was some white tube socks

And a fresh pair of Chucks from the Foot-lock

I showed him my sack, and don't you know

With a snap, the sack became some doe-doe

Once again his hands began to flow

Then he changed my skateboard into a six-fo' (damn!)

He checked me over, passed me the keys

And said, "One more thing before you leave...

You must return before the stroke of twelve

Or you'll turn back into your old self"

(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)

And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love

(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)

And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love

I jumped in the low-low and went on my way

I got to the party 'bout ten, I'd say

It was after eleven when I rocked the mic

And by the time I left the stage, the people were hyped (well alright!)

The princess was starin, while holdin a drank

Reflected from her eyes was gold tank

She waved her hands like, "Hello! Hi!"

Then gave another gesture like, "Come here, guy!"

I left the stage, girls came in flocks

The bitch was swingin from the hard knocks

I heard a sound, not a tick nor tock

Gong! First bell before twelve o'clock

No time to waste, I broke out in haste

The princess followed in a futile chase

A quick steady pace is what I kept

Lost one of my Chucks on one of those steps

For the six-fo' I continued my stride

About this time I heard gong five

I was down the block when I heard gong eight

And the princess screamed out, "Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!"

(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)

And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love

(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)

And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love

I was almost home when my luck ran out

And there went my suit, my doe sack and clout

My fresh low-low, also went too

And there was no denyin that my night was through

The one All-Star, the freshest thing I sported

Jumped on my board, for home I skateboarded

Made it to my pad, no time at all

Went to my room, or better yet the far wall

Hid the shoe away, still feelin pleased

Then jumped in my cot to catch some Z's

Early the next mornin, when I awoke

I threw on me old slippers with me old housecoat

Slid into the front, my family stared at me

Sayin, "Wasn't that you? Nah, it couldn't be"

They kept askin me if I did my chores

My butt was saved by a knock at the door

"Who is it?", that's what my brothers barked

"The princess," this sweet voice remarked

She said she was lookin for a certain man

Who could bring her the shoe like the one in her hand

The family ran around with their heads in the air

Bringin her shoes from everywhere

She just shook her head, a nod of relief

And said, "No, that's not the one that I'm lookin' for, Chief"

I ran in the room and got my shoe

And said, "Is this the one you're referring to?"

Well she said, "Yes, and you're so cute

But where's your doe-doe and slick silk suit?"

I put on the shoe, then there came a flash of light

And I was wearin shit, from just last night

Looked out the window, saw the six-fo'

Yelled to my family, "I've GOT to go!"

We drove up the Avenue, the princess and I

And in back of me, I heard my family cry...

(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)

And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love

(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)

And I'm the rapper Doggy Dogg you love

(Cinderfella Doggy Dogg!)
In Love With A ThugVer letra 3:44

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letra de In Love With A Thug
[Snoop Dogg]

Yeah, this shit right here sound like a love song

(she was in love)

A gangsta love song, you feel me? Check it out

(she was in love, with a THUG, in love!)

(she was in love, with a THUG, in love!)

Yeah, gangsta, uh-huh!

Have you ever had a pretty, young saditty

Black female with chips, from the city?

Her momma got ends, and her daddy got ends

And she liked to give me ends when I'm out with my friends

Good girl - why do good girls like bad boys? (I don't know)

When I was a kid, growin up, I never had toys

And I think that she can figure that shit out (why?)

Cause everytime she came to pick a nigga up

Shit, she'd take a nigga out

Roll around town, ask the pound, they know, look

Baby was my thang, nah, she was my low-low

Bought my first Rol-o, and then we took a photo together

Man I hope this thang last forever

We been together six months, and we ain't argued yet

She lovin a nigga, steady buyin me shit

And don't say shit when I dip with my click

And understand, when I'm down and out

may need some help with some chips

Her mother approved of me, but her father he don't

He probably won't, shit Pops ain't no punk

Daddy's little girl be in a gangsta's world

Buyin me houseshoes and khaki blues, California curls

No matter what her father say, baby gon' see me

It's like a jungle sometimes, that makes me Wonder like Stevie

Believe me, when I say that baby was in love with a thug

In love with a thug

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

(she was in love, with a THUG, in love!)

Daddy I'm in love with a gangsta

(she was in love, with a THUG, in love!)

Momma I'm in love with a gangsta

[Snoop Dogg]

Mm.. I'm caught up in the middle and I don't know what to do

I caught eight months in the joint, behind my crew

That I gotta do and I'ma miss you Boo

But I'ma write you every night and call you on the phone too

Whatchu gon' do? "You know I'm gon' stay true

But I'ma go ahead to college like my father want me to"

Well um, off to my cell withcha body on my mind

And I'ma call you back tomorrow round the same time

I'm on the mainline, 9500 for short

On another phoneline, holla'n at my other hoe

This bitch ain't sayin SHIT, cause the bitch ain't SHIT

Old fat golddiggin-ass county check receivin BEOTCH

I bail up in the Day Room and get in a scrap

Niggaz watchin Soul Train and I wouldn't turn it back (man fuck y'all)

Never caught slippin, always on strap

And now I'm back in the hole with no motherfuckin getback

Sit back and contemplate, and think about baby

And hope she don't get caught up in the world that's so crazy

But while I'm up in Wayside, and she off in college

She gettin a little mo' than a schoolgirl knowledge

Cause gangsta-ass niggaz go to school nowadays

I tried to make you wait, but I can't change yo' ways

She fell in love with the local G

And now they both in the penetentiary, she didn't mention me

[Chorus 2X]
G Bedtime StoriesVer letra 2:15

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letra de G Bedtime Stories
(Uncle Snoop Dogg.)

Yo' whassup, whassup.

(Could you read us a bedtime story?)

Alright, alright.

Ya'll get my ash tray, get my lighter.

I'm a read ya'll a gangsta bedtime story.

Come here, sit on my lap.

(Okay.)

Check it out.

Great scotts, it's hot today

He ran up out of bullets so I shot him in his chest

He fell to the floor with his hands in the air

His vision gettin blurry but you know I didn't care

Peck, peck, he tried to stay on deck

So I ran up on this nigga and I shot him in his neck

Shooting like a muthafuckin vietnam vet

Riding on this nigga disrepectin my set

No stranger to danger ain't no warning shots

On the hood gettin hot, anybody can drop

You better have a spot up in town my nigga

Cause please believe it, it can go down my nigga

Caught up in some traffic behind some hood rat

Grease strikes you out with no get back

Wishing for a steak eatin on a Kit Kat

And your bitch ain't shit the little homie hit that

Sit back and go see, take a trip up with me

Let's go get a stick nigga dip with me

We can ride on some niggas for nuthin at all

Even if we cool with 'em, fuck 'em let's go get 'em

LBC in this muthafucka cuz

I had to show these niggas what time it was

We got thugs, cons, drugs and guns

We claiming everything nigga, even dimes and doves

Have you ever slapped a bitch to mack your grip

Or better yet, strapped a clip

To a muthafuckin' nine millimeter for heater

And put the ride down out of G two seater

You need a nigga like me to get your game like that

Young nigga, you could get a smack for that

I'm that nigga who brought the afro back

And pat your back and then I turn around and snatch your sack

Before I came out niggas was wearing slack

I brought the curl back and the golf hat

The black poker sack and this skandelous raps

The one eight seven kidnaps and jacks

I brought snaps to the game nigga

Raps to the game nigga, I'm that big rap name nigga

S-N double O-P fa sho

I do my thang way cut throat on the downlow

Oh once upon a time in the LBC

There lived a OG from the DPG

And all the little kids looked up to him

All the women stayed true to him, police tried to do him

But couldn't do nothing to him cause he's like stainless steel

And all they hated on him because he was way to real

I don't know why but he's just so fly

But I gotta end this story by saying goodnight
Down 4 My N's 3:46
Featuring: C-Murder, Magic (2)
Betta DaysVer letra 3:56

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letra de Betta Days
Celebrate, grab a drink and put a blunt in the sky

Worldwide, nigga it's 1999

Shit out of control, sign of the times

I ain't had this much fun since '79

I was only eight then, hadn't been to the penn

Just a young nigga on the front of a swing

Playin football up in Powly High

Too young to ride but it's still Eastside

Homocides didn't happen much, niggas wasn't rappin much

It's 99 nigga, shit, I know you strappin up

Hell motherfuckin yeah, nigga wanna see the end

So next year we can do it all again

Same dogg channel, same dogg time

Only the strong will survive in 99

So much drama and dillusion, my conclusion is confusing

Drippin on my memories, twisted off my music

Tryin to make my people do things, oh yeah we do's it, we do's it

Here's my number baby girl don't you lose it

It's smoky in this motherfucker while we cruising

And Eastside niggas is the shadiest (shadiest)

But them Westside niggas is the craziest (craziest)

Summertime on the grind, baby let me shine, let me shine

Roll with this shit, I'm cold with this shit in my prime

Nigga done time and I never dropped a motherfucking dime

Be smart, fresh start is all you need

First thing first, cuz, stop smoking cess weed

You are what you smoke, nigga stop hating

That's why you broke and that's why we celebrating

But life's so hard on a G, that's what they all say

But somehow someway, better days ahead, Freddy's dead

And Betty said Eddie's a fed

Sweaty in bed with a nine to his head

And he fuckin with this hoodrat that he met up in dance

Betty gettin mad cause Eddie wanna share

But look at how you livin for a minute then compare

I love confetti, I always stay ready

Keep some killers by my side and some riders by the telli

I'm ready to do now, who now, you now

Eddie wasn't ready when they drew that, booyow

Two down, with just one gun

My nigga, and who said killin wasn't no fun

I sit alone in the zone with a face of stone

Live the life of Al Capone or Don Coroleone

Tragically casulties and fatalities

And all kinds of funny ass niggas coming after me

My grand pappy once sat me on his lap and he said

Sonny get your money 'fore you end up dead

I never really understood what he said

Until my motherfucking dogg took a slug in his head

Cold way nigga gotta learn his lesson

Slow down and go down, shit you know now

Be smart, fresh start is all you need

First things first cuz, stop smokin cess weed

You are what you smoke, my nigga stop hating

That's why you broke and that's why we celebrating

But life's so hard on a G, that's what they all say

But somehow someway, you got to make a better way

(Somehow someway)

You got to make a better way

(You got to make a better way)

You got to make a better way

(You got to make a better way)

You got to make a better way

(You got to make a better way)

You got to make a better way

(Yeah, better days ahead)

Better days ahead

(Better days ahead)

Better days ahead

That's real.

I feel your pain nigga.

I used to be just like you nigga.

Before I got off in this rap shit.

Shit, nigga did anything to get a dollar.

You know, but one thing I never did do.

I ain't never beg a nigga for nothing or ask a nigga for nothing.

I went out and got my own ya feel me?

So from me to you, man to man.

Better days ahead my nigga.

Shit, keep the faith and get your hustle on.

Cause I'm a get mine regardless.

Nigga wether I'm rapping or on the streets.

I gotta have it.
Something Bout Yo Bidness 4:12
Featuring: Raphael Saadiq
B Please 3:54
Featuring: XzibitMúsicos invitados: Nate Dogg (Vocals [Uncredited])
Doin' Too Much 4:07
Gangsta RideVer letra 3:44

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letra de Gangsta Ride
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg singing (2X)]

It's a gangsta gangsta ride

On the nutty danger side

As we ride, dip and slippin

Take your mind, on a high

[Silkk the Shocker]

Yo yo, from that DPG nigga to the CP3

Back to the house, East to the West

Now take it BACK to the South

You know.. how I switch my flow

If I'm lapsin you glad niggaz'll get mad then, hit the flo'

Gotta bag me some dank so I, hit the sto'

In the winter it's the Hummer for the summer it's the, six-fo'

Got niggaz mad at me (why?) Cause they can't get no six

Bitches upset with me (why?) Cause they can't get no dick

I'ma be on top of the game whether I'm, broke or rich

I don't stop once I'm on top I just drop mo' hits

I'm in the club with the thug, I just pop mo' Crist'

Tell Snoop to get the Coupe his new shit I just, gots to go get

Cause when I cock my shit, usually I pop my shit

Tell all you teary eyed females gettin over-offended

cause I don't jock no chick

I'm the Boss, and I don't follow no person, I follow Jesus

Y'all blame a bunch of kids, so I gotta roll my Adidas

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]

Boom bam as I step in the jam, god damn

Don't need no introduction, cause you know who I am

The S-N-double-O-P, the only, fo' sho'

Now motherfuckers let me hear you say hoe

I spit ya, spat at ya, whoot wham, get at ya

Rider, I threw a slider, right at ya

Mash ya, gat ya, drip-drop the hatchet

Keep the party crackin, while I'm steady rappin

This game we run, y'all know what's happenin

We back in effect, we got the heat on deck

I'm slidin down South with a blunt in my mouth

I catch a plane out East and try to make some peace

I'm hangin with my niggaz in the projects

The homie's throwin a party, I gotta get back West

Oh yeah -- that's right, we are the best

No Limit DPG Southwest connects, ya feel me?

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]

Keep it gangsta

Keep it gangsta, keep it gangsta dogg

Keep it, keep it gangsta dogg

Yeah, we keep it gangsta dogg

Fo' sho', we keep it gangsta dogg, what?

Yeah, I wanna say whattup to all them gangstas

out there on the Eastisde

(on the Southside, on the Northside) Yeah

(on the Westside)

Y'all niggaz need to point the guns in the right directions

Ya know, ya heard?

[Chorus 3X]

[Snoop and Silkk talk to outro]
Featuring: Silkk The Shocker
Ghetto SymphonyVer letra 5:40

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letra de Ghetto Symphony
[Snoop Dogg]

Yo nephew, give me some of that No Limit shit

Yeah..

We got my nigga Fiend in the house

C-Murder in this motherfucker

Mystikal all up in this bitch

Goldie Loc, hm-hmm

My nephew Silkk the Shocker

Oh yeah, we got somethin for the ladies too

Mia X, run this bitch

[Mia X]

Lyrical arsonist, lady alligator

Down South, hustler, former weight smuggler

I'm Mother, of the Tank, gave birth to an army

Guerilla millionaires, so don't even ask, if you wanna

get to clappin, soldier action specialty of style

We made the whole world respect the underground while

some of y'all niggaz talk shit and get mad

Cause we did it with a foot up your ass, and it's still there

I cares not about your click or the block

I'm still that same bitch to run up in your spot and knock you off

Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission

Keep them niggaz by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin

Missin the game, damn bitch it's written in plain ebonics

So shake that come-up off you brain and do the knowledge

Mia X, kickin off the ghetto symphony

Next soldier up, tell em who the FUCK you be

[Fiend]

WHUT? It's Fiend y'all

Put me in the ring with real MC's, and watch em run for cover

and hidin in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe on

Bleed on, exceed on!

Weak rappers with titles after twelve

Hit a bell that's what I'll feed on!

Microphone Don, walkin flesh, talkin bomb

Bringin harm, to the calm, and, them be alarmed

It's the African, oh, you wanna battle again?

I'll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plans

Oh damn, totin two pistols like Yosemite Sam

Old man be grand, loud as the Southern band

Pickups and caravans, the soldier, that could, that can

I would be the man, but Dogg beat me to them plans

[Snoop Dogg]

Next up, on the M-I-C

C-Murder, get busy for the symphony

[C-Murder]

I be's that nigga on the tank, always trippin never slippin

Have you reminiscin and missin, that fool in your picture

Call me Bossalinie BITCH without the Mo's at shows

And FUCK dose who oppose (why?) we runnin them hoes

three-hundred and sixty-five motherfuckin days a year

I have your fool staggerin just like a bottle of beer

You niggaz runnin from the cops, well I ain't runnin no mo'

I flip the bird when I swerve, man, FUCK them hoes

I'm crazy my nagga, but uh, I thought y'all knew that, shit

Oh you ain't see the news? Shit I'm the nigga with the TRU tat

Ask my nigga Keno, shit, I just don't give a fuck

And if you run up wrong, I'ma fuck you up, you bitch you

[Snoop Dogg]

Next up, on the M-I-C

Silkk the Shocker get busy on the symphony

[Silkk the Shocker]

Now would I COME THIS FAR FUCKER? If I didn't sound like a hit

Y'all didn't know what the fuck y'all thinkin bout

You sound like a bitch (beotch!)

Shit it sound like a wish, you know when you got a motherfuckin hit,

bitch?? When it sound like this!

Or you fake niggaz get enough heart, and try to bust a

rhyme at this click

Fuck around and miss, then fuck around and get

found in a ditch

Gotta labels give me dough, when they find I can, gross this much

Freestyle shit, you can tell em I ain't, wrote this stuff

Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, Snoop and Dre nigga

Y'all can relate to ??? ??? get a contract like, MJ nigga

Nigga where you from? You sweata, FUCK YOU AT?

N-O-L-I-M-I-T, Top Dogg, and I'm FUCKIN with that

[Snoop Dogg]

Next up, on the M-I-C

Mystikal get busy on the symphony

[Mystikal]

WHOO SHIT MOTHERFUCKER GOD DAMN!!

I keep it HYYYYYYPE, BITCH I'M THE MAN!

When the FUCK you ever heard somebody say that they don't say my song

or that I don't roll on every fuckin person RAPPIN ON

(That nigga Mystikal tighter than a muh'fucker) HAHHHHH?

I came up off of _Peter Piper_ bells and the LL's _Bad_

??Nee?? nigga to be pissed off with me

cause their old lady they call me their baby

MC's pilin up and crowdin up, but I'm their FAVORITE

The type to fly buyin a Z-28 IROC

And chop you in your motherfuckin face (HIII-YAH)

Your album ain't tite, WHAT IN THE FUCK IS YOU PUSHIN?

You played out just like old woman pussy

[Snoop Dogg]

Next up, on the M-I-C

Goldie Loc, get busy on the symphony

[Goldie Loc]

Now watch me put these haters to the test, accumulatin with my stress

Fold em fuck em fifty, get the shit up off my chest

Releasin anger, all natural gangsta energy

Goldie Loc the name, Dogg House game

Motherfuckers better start backin up (whattup whattup)

We in the Tank punk busters, motherfuckers don't wanna see us loc'd up

Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the same thang

Smashin for the hood, cause I wanted to gangbang

[Snoop Dogg]

Last up, I believe that's me

Snoop Dogg, light up the mic for the symphony

This jam is dedicated to all non-optimistics

That thought I wasn't comin, out with some exquisite, rhymes

But that's OK, cause now I'm back

To kill all the rumors, and straighten the facts

Like umm, doin bad, gettin ganked for my bank

Now you all on my dick when you see I'm TRU Tank Dogg

You say, "Mmmm mmm mmm! Ain't that somethin

Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, that shit is bumpin

I apologize, I'm sorry for the drama

Can I get your autograph for my baby momma?"

Shit I'm settin it off, lettin it off, bustin

Hustlin, rushin, dustin motherfuckers

Droppin the heat, lock up the street, we 'posed to

I put this pistol in your mouth, now what you gon' do?

Top of the line, first class

I pop a cap in yo' ass, then pop some more in the glass

Too legit to quit, I'm spittin gangsta shit

Man fuck all that yappin, we bout that gun clappin

No Limit, yeah, that's what's happenin

Fuck all that yappin, we bout that gun clappin

Yeah

In the real world, talk is cheap

Actions speak louder than words

No Limit Records, here to protect and serve
Featuring: C-Murder, Fiend (2), Goldie Loc, Mia X, Mystikal, Silkk The Shocker
Party With A D.P.G. 4:55
Buss'n Rocks 4:23
Just Dippin' 4:03
Featuring: Jewell Caples, Dr. Dre
Don't Tell 4:47
Featuring: Mausberg, Nate Dogg, Warren G
20 MinutesVer letra 3:59

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letra de 20 Minutes
[Snoop Dogg]

Hey yo Goldie Loc let me hear some dog (puff)

We gotta go some for the hood that's on the real

Yeah, this is a public service anouncement from the mathafuckin LBC

Yeah, check this out cuzz, uhm,

Hey yo Goldie Loc

let's do this for the homies in the hood

The dub, waddup

No disrespect to them other hoods

But this is where I'm from

3-2-1 I can't cum

No other way

No way, no how

You know the bowwow do it Long Beach style

To the fullest young nigga row

With my steal I cap home feeling like a O

No he didn't, yes he did

Bank your chin in her crib

This ain't no fed

But now he did

On the other side where the cowboys at

Where the brown blast black

And the black blast right back

That's a fact in the city where I'm from

You betta get ready

Caus here they kitty come cum

Nigga we can dumb on your bitchass

I ain't trippin caus I'm from the oldschool

And I never hesita to blast

See, we be innin

You gotta beginnin to win

Holla back nigga in 20 minutes

[Goldie Loc]

Gimme your mic and watch me brake these niggas

How they figga

Bustas get shot tryin to plot

Blew the dice hit them twice hit a seven

Now Snoop watch me trip when I back your eleven

Mix for licks to double my chips

Some bangers so much I got cheers even go to there

Now back up and watch me stack up my dirt

I steal like G'z when you woke up and it hurt

Watch me try matches no need for no practice

Fuck around and get straight stoned with the package

Dogg get the weed bangin

How the homies feel

If me and you left here for hangin

I feel like givin it up

Caus I'm a young nigga livin it up

Me and Snoop ain't give a fuck

20 minutes to get your C-walk on

You know I get my ride on all on his own

Check this out dog, you don't know me shit

You know I respresent the eastside Long Beach with the crip nigga

[Snoop]

Two's, O's, fo's and hoes

Nigga only fuckin with the real 2-0's

20 minutes, 20 minutes

Holla at me, 20 minutes

Deuce, fo's, hoes and clothes

Nigga only fuckin with the real 2-0's

20 minutes, 20 minutes

Holla at me, 20 minutes

[Goldie Loc]

We ride

Sliding of to the eastside

Hoo-ride, to homicide

Rollin in the G-ride

So what yall bustas gon'do

When the pimps, bangers and hustlaz smash on you

One for the money

And too for the sjizzo

I'm lil Goldie Loc that gives a fuck about a hizzo

Three to the fizzo

And five to the sizacks

My nigga snoop dogg gives a fuck about a bi-zitch

Yeah you hearded from me, mmm,

Authograve that ass

Nigga, L-A-L-G

Little Goldie Loc

Goldie locks the same thang

Smashing for the hood caus I wanted to gangbang

Will I change

Hell nah nigga

Quick to jack that ass to make my bank roll bigga

[Snoop Dogg]

Trip

I shot em down

I shot em , shot em down

And if the too damn big

Then I cut em , cut em down

Nigga where the pound

Hell yeah I'm from the pound

Nigga how that sound

Dogg pound bounce

I got homies from the dub that bang everyday

I got homies from the hood that do the same all day

I keep my feet real close to the street

And keep my hands real close to the heat

I'm not descreet when it comes to the dogg

I'm a real O like eight-ball

We C now us by the gangbangin

Crackslangin, entertain us

Sippin silver set not to contain us

Askin which one of yall niggas wanna scrap

We can do it G-style

Mathafucker strap

Just like I tought nigga

You got caught

Ol'bitchass nigga droppin all that soul

You see, first thangs first when your a grown man

You gotta get up, get out and get your own man

See, I don't owe you and you don't owe me

It's 1999 I'm the OG

Respect your G'z is what my homies told me

So I show real love to the dubs

20 minutes, 20 minutes cuzz

yeah, nigga 20 minutes cuzz

And like I said

Deuce, fo's, hoes and shows

Nigga only fuckin with the real 2-0's

Yeah 20 minutes

Holla at me nigga like I said

Two's, fo's, hoes and shows

Nigga only fuckin with the real 2-0's

20 minutes, 20 minutes

Holla at me cuzz

20 minutes

Roll, roll, roll your dubs

Eastside I-T-C

Roll your doggin doggy dogg

Nigga this D-P-G
Featuring: Goldie Loc
I Love My MommaVer letra 3:06

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letra de I Love My Momma
[Snoop]

Momma.. MOMMA..

I love my momma

I LOVE MY MOMMA..

Through all the drama..

Momma.. MOMMA..

I love my momma

Check it out

[singer]

The first one to hold me (yeah)

The first one to scold me (yes-o)

You never cease to teach me

And always try to reach me (momma..)

Took me to school the first day

Taught me how to kneel, down and pray (amen)

You learned me how to count from one to ten

And never forget, where I've been

Momma..

[Snoop]

Yeah, I love my momma

Through all the drama, I love my momma (I love my momma)

Through all the drama, I love my momma

Yeah, I love my momma -- love you momma (momma!)

I love my momma

Through all the drama, yeah I love my momma

I love you mom (momma!)

I love my momma

Through all the drama, yeah I love my momma

I love you momma (I love you momma)

Yeah, I love you momma, yeah, I love you momma

(listen here) Trip..

[singer]

You taught me how to care (uhh)

You taught me how to share (f'real)

You taught me how to love and to give

thanks to the one above -- I love you momma

[Snoop]

Yeah, I love my momma

I love you momma, I love my momma -- I love you momma

I love you momma (I love you momma)

I love my momma (I love you momma)

I love my momma (now you tell em Snoop)

You taught me how to read and write, how to fight

My do's and dont's, my wills and my wont's

I'll never forget, the things that we went through

Bangin oldies in the livin room, sippin brew

Schlitz Malt Liquor was the thing back then

My momma was my homey my daddy, and my best friend

Ask the Twinz, them my lil locos to the end

And Warren G and Nate Dogg, shit them my true friends

Time and time again, I'ma spit this rhyme again

She the queen in my life, and I'ma make sure she gon' shine again

She taught me everythang, but she didn't charge a fee

She taught me everythang, except how to see a G

For the nine months you carried, I hope you bury me

instead of the other way around, and I put that on Dogg Pound

I made you cry, you made me smile

I just wanna say I love you for life

and that's the reason why I'm here now

Love, Snoop

I love my momma, yeah..

I love my momma (I love you momma)

Yeah, I love my momma (I love you momma)

Through all the drama, yeah, yo, yeah, I love you (I love you)

Momma, momma, momma, momma, I love my momma

Momma, I love you momma

I love you momma

Momma, momma

[singer]

Your money wasn't always long (fo' sho')

But your heart was forever strong (momma.. momma..)

You taught me bout faith and hope

And never ever get hooked on dope

Momma.. (I love you, I love you momma)

I love you momma.. (throught all the drama, I love my momma)

[song fades]