No Limit Top Dogg de Snoop Dogg

Listado de Canciones

1. Dolomite Intro0:27

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   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
2. Buck 'Em2:44
3. Trust Me4:09

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   [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..
4. My Heat Goes Boom3:40

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   [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
5. Dolomite0:53

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   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
6. Snoopafella5:22

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   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!)
7. In Love With A Thug3:44

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   [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]
8. G Bedtime Stories2:15

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   (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
9. Down 4 My N's3:46
10. Betta Days3:56

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    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.
11. Something Bout Yo Bidness4:12
12. B Please3:54
13. Doin' Too Much4:07
14. Gangsta Ride3:44

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    [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]
15. Ghetto Symphony5:40

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    [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
16. Party With A D.P.G.4:55
17. Buss'n Rocks4:23
18. Just Dippin'4:03
19. Don't Tell4:47
20. 20 Minutes3:59

    Letra

    [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
21. I Love My Momma3:06

    Letra

    [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]