Snoop Dogg

Aint no funk, its funky, its Doggystyle (Aint it funky nuff?)

(Death Row-ow, Death Rowwwww)

(Everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce)

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{Verse 1: Snoop Doggy Dogg}



Shucks, stompin in my big blue chucks

More bounce to the ounce while Im ditchin you clutz

Bump-bump-bump-bump while youre bumpin your sounds

Its the zoo and the Pound we dont fuck around

Relax your mind and let your conscience be free

and get down, stompin grounds is the LBC

I slid up out the game and MCs get wacked

but now Im back (Oh shit!), so go get your strap

Watch your head, I break wit

wit Gs, Muslims, hardheads and dreds

Bounce, rock while rollerskatin

on them 20 inch tyres wit the platinum Daytons

Im not that BG poppin all that junk

about "Ill fuck you up", he sound like a punk

I been there and done that, no inspiration

All day illustration beat conversation



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{Verse 2: Snoop Dogg}



I keep niggas in the studio, word is bond

Been workin on ya new album for two years strong

and still cant come up with the right song

You know what they say:Study long, study long

All aboard the train so come along

cos we keep the glue stuff against the bone

Its alright aint no room for wrong

Doggyland is the motherland, make yourself at home

I got money loads by the barrels

I even got a few fans thats crazy like DeNiro

Im international money maker, player hater

shhok up off the sake of spendin dollars and I always holler

at a player though cos players know the real from the fake

You can put that on your toast, your coast and your state

I give you people what you like

What I look like in jail and cant get on the mic



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{Verse 3: Snoop Dogg}



Killin up crews, give em the real street blues

Have em slidin in their eelskins, groovin in their tennis shoes

Of course it dont stop bein a Westside ridah

Wit no tattoo thats how they got the clue

I lay conversation on wax and CDs

BGs and o-riginals, here come the mission

Makin biters ride the Pound for the rest of the season

Doggy DPG ya lil homey, uhh

I represent the LBC-ment

Windows tint, nigga thats the president

I hit you with a tune every blue moon

Collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face

Nigga say your Grace before you touch your plate

It taste like its laced but it aint

This one puff uncut, no doubt

Everybody know I gotta ounce and a half



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{Outro:}



Shucks

(Oooh ooh ooohhh oooohhhh ooh, oooh oooh oooohhhh ooh)

(Death Rowwww, Death Rowwww)

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[ Snoop Bounce Lyrics ]