Snoop Dogg

W-Balls, its your main man DJ E-Z Dick

About to unleash another one of those platnum plus hits

And the word is on the streets, and the word is the streets

We gon go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg



[Snoop Dogg]

A day in the life, of a Rollin 20 Crip

Im just a stuburn type of fella with a head like a brick

And just because I sip Moet, they say that Im hopeless

But I dont give a fuck, so blame it on the locness

Now this is how we do it when we checking the grip

Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so dont even trip

I bust a funky composition thats smooth as a prism

Now check it as I kick off in this funky ass rhythm

Its six dub, the phone is ringing off the deck

And its some homies talking about I disrespected they set

Aww nah, Dogg aint this yall

I got couple relatives up off of Crenshaw

This is about me and Simon, not me and yall

I got love for a bunch of real B-Dogs

Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face

And the homie Harron rest in peace

Big Jay from Cappinella Park

He used to blaze with his nephew after dark

On and on, rocking big neck bone

Mausberg I had to put you on my song

Its so real, I had to show some love

Now back to this scrub, it aint about Crip or Blood

Its about you bein jealous of what I does

Cause I does it the most, the king of the coast

in the paint playin post - I back you down

like Shaq-Daddy, and bust on ya out the new Caddy

And skirt up, bust ya boulevard

Im not Xzibit, you cant +Pull My Hoe Card+

.. I fucked all your groupies

When you was doin time in Camp Snoopy

With the fags and snitches, no killers just bitches

And you was payin niggaz off with all my riches

You so hardco, why you aint go to level fo?

Oh I know (bitch!)

But I walk the mainline everytime I go down

You can check my G files I do it L.B.C. style

.. I got the word on your Simon

You need to just start rhymin

Cause you the biggest star on your label

And them other niggaz just crumbs off my table

Youre not able, to compete with the heat that I drop

And I still aint been paid, for "1-8-7 on a cop"

I started yo shit and I will end yo shit

if you keep talkin shit on Crip!



[Hook 1: repeat 2X]

It all boils down to the fact

that youre jealous of my paper stack (jealous ass nigga)

It all boils down to the fact

that youre jealous of my paper stack (gon get pimp slapped)



[Hook 2: repeat 2X]

Money, I get it, paper I got it

Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em



[Snoop Dogg]

If I shoot you, Ill be brainless, and youll be famous

And Ill be spending money out the anus

Your only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your level

Man you worser than devils

Alotta niggas shouldve said it, fuck em

But Ima say it for em, stop it, pop it, rewind and play it for em

This niggas a bitch like his wife

Suge Knights a bitch, and thats on my life

And Ima let the whole world see

Cos you fucked up the industry, and thats on me

We can go head up, nigga, set it up

Or we can do the other thing, I love to wet it up

Your rappers and artists, tell em, shut it up

Cos Ill fuck every last one of em up, especially Kurupt

See thats my lil homeboy, so he knows whats up

He better keep it Crippin, and slip his clip in

Cos these niggas trippin, this is official business

Do the same way, leave no witnesses

This is that unexpected diss directed, sprayed, covered and protected

Strip you butt naked, chicky-check-check-it

Its all to the good again

You can catch Snoopy Dibby Double in the hood again

Spinning that real times, spitting that real shit

To make the whole world feel it

So put the bacon in the skillet, and try to peel it

Cause Doggystyle Records is the realest, nigga



[Hook 1]



Money, I get it, paper I got it

Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em

Money, I get it, paper I got it



Jealous ass nigga




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