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Snoop Dogg - 20 Minutes - lyrics

[snoop dogg]
Hey yo goldie loc let me hear some dog (puff)
We gotta go some for the hood thats on the real
Yeah, this is a public service anouncement from the matha*****in lbc
Yeah, check this out cuzz, uhm,
Hey yo goldie loc
Lets do this for the homies in the hood
The dub, waddup
No disrespect to them other hoods
But this is where Im from
3-2-1 I cant 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 didnt, yes he did
Bank your chin in her crib
This aint 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
Thats a fact in the city where Im from
You betta get ready
Caus here they kitty come cum
Nigga we can dumb on your *****ass
I aint trippin caus Im 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 gz when you woke up and it hurt
Watch me try matches no need for no practice
***** 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 Im a young nigga livin it up
Me and snoop aint give a *****
20 minutes to get your c-walk on
You know I get my ride on all on his own
Check this out dog, you dont know me shit
You know I respresent the eastside long beach with the crip nigga
[snoop]
Twos, os, fos and hoes
Nigga only *****in with the real 2-0s
20 minutes, 20 minutes
Holla at me, 20 minutes
Deuce, fos, hoes and clothes
Nigga only *****in with the real 2-0s
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 gondo
When the pimps, bangers and hustlaz smash on you
One for the money
And too for the sjizzo
Im lil goldie loc that gives a ***** about a hizzo
Three to the fizzo
And five to the sizacks
My nigga snoop dogg gives a ***** 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 Im 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
Im not descreet when it comes to the dogg
Im 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
Matha*****er strap
Just like I tought nigga
You got caught
Ol*****ass 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 dont owe you and you dont owe me
Its 1999 Im the og
Respect your gz 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, fos, hoes and shows
Nigga only *****in with the real 2-0s
Yeah 20 minutes
Holla at me nigga like I said
Twos, fos, hoes and shows
Nigga only *****in with the real 2-0s
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

Snoop Dogg - (O.J.) Wake Up - lyrics

(feat. Tray Deee)
[Intro:]
[Snoop]
Yeah man, this shit here gonna be bigger than the O.J. case
[Tray Deee]
What?
[Snoop]
His dick
[laughter]
[Tray Deee]
Another blast from the Long Beach section
Break gangsta shit (Wake up)
I thought these fools knew
[Verse 1: Tray Deee]
Out on the scout I'm about my papers
cos ain't nobody doin Deee no favors
I'm tryin ta get major with minor risk
Maximisin the minimum of time is spent
on the heist, nice and easy believe me
I take mine and make mine extra cheesy
Keepin niggas in a headlock
Undress em, press em down in a full nelson
I hit jacks off six packs of the crooked one
They slip and I'm bookin em
***** fingerprints, gimme from their fingertips
Chips to the neckline cos I got a Tek9
Check mine like a pimp-main ho
So hope you only see me when my grip ain't low
I go up in ya like a skeleton
So S-N-double O-Please let em know the crew I'm bailin with
[Chorus: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
East-side LBC
is what I claim but my game is DPG
And every hustler in my clique got to get his grip
and in my world a girl is considered a biiiiiitch
Is money all that makes you move?
You ain't doin what'cha s'posed to so you gots ta prove
somethin to the ones you love but you needs ta know
If you ain't doin it for yourself it don't matter d'ooooh!
It was a wake up, wake up, wake up.....
Just to wake up, wake up, wake up.......
Wake up, wake up wake up.......
Get up, get up, get up......
[Verse 2: Tray Deee]
I break fools off like lepresy
If they dare, you stare when they next to me
I'ma threat to whoever sweat my style
Hard gangsta aim to represent til death
Reality, you battle me you be in the dirt quick
I'm clever with whatever type of weapon I work with
The bare hand man sleeper
I even banked up and shank mother*****ers in the penta?
I sanked a gang of tough fools in my time
so try me you're liable to lose on my line
The 44'll be what cracks ya head
cos that's exactly what I'm bout ta cap you with
I figured niggas gettin soft like jellatine
So Doggy Dogg tell em all who we're sailin wit
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
East-side LBC
is what I claim but my game is DPG
And every hustler in my clique got to get his grip
and in my world a girl is considered a biiiiiitch
Is money all that makes you move?
You ain't doin what'cha s'posed to so you gots ta prove
somethin to the ones you love but you needs ta know
If you ain't doin it for yourself it don't matter d'ooooh!
It was a wake up, wake up, wake up.....
Just to wake up, wake up, wake up.......
I had to wake up, wake up wake up.......
Get up, get up, get up......
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Uh, gonna work that mother*****er and do the percolatin
cos Snoop Dogg came back with the head raider
Al Davis's? Nah nigga Tracy Davis
The Eastside Long Beach greatest
Criminal with style and boy you love that
Sit back relax and let me drop another rap
but this one's for the sisters and not the hoes
The ones who be groovin it on the step shows
Let a nigga in, I ain't diss ya friend
and like The Staples I make sure we do it again
But don't blow a nigga up or show a nigga up
and don't think a nigga sprung cos you know a nigga *****
Love is a house and you got the key
so give it to a nigga like a D-O-double G
I'm from the...
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
East-side LBC
is what I claim but my game is DPG
And every hustler in my clique got to get his grip
and in my world a girl is considered a biiiiiitch
Is money all that makes you move?
You ain't doin what'cha s'posed to so you gots ta prove
somethin to the ones you love but you needs ta know
If you ain't doin it for yourself it don't matter d'ooooh!
It was a wake up, wake up, wake up.....
Just to wake up, wake up, wake up.......
I had to get up, get up, get up......
It was a wake up, wake up, wake up....

Snoop Dogg - 10 Lil' Grips - lyrics

[chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Ten Little Crip Niggaz Runnin Outside
All From The Turf And They Bangin Out Lives
Far From A Scrub Cuzz From The Eastside
Where They Don't Die They Just Multiply
So.. Don't Give Them Niggaz A Reason
To Turn It Into Spray Season
Don't Give Them Niggaz A Reason
Because They'll Turn It Into Crip Season
[snoop Dogg]
The Gangsta's Back, The Bank Is Fat
The Gangsta Mack, In A Gangsta 'llac
Hmm.. Fools Be Like, "break Off Some Cheese"
Friends And Enemies, Aww Nigga Please
*****, You Thought Who Pumped You Up
Stop, You Stuck Too Much, Pop, Drop, You Plucked
It's All Similar To Gettin Laaaid
On Ya Back When The Mother*****in K Spraaays
I Grind For My Shine About My Bidness
Lunatic On The Shit And I Get Ignit (ignit)
Gonna Proceed To Squeeze With Ease
One Of These, They Can't Believe How I Leave 'em
Look Into A Mind Of A Nigga That's Crazy
Seventeen Years Old And Still A Baby
Gangstas Real, They Pop The Pill
You Cap Back, Young Mother*****er It's Like That
[chorus]
[snoop Dogg]
Wake Up In The Morning Lookin Funny And Shit
***** A Honey Dip.. 'cause I Got Money To Get
Ain't No Books, Ain't No Help, Ain't No Role To This
Stay Focused Young Homey, That's The Code To This
Keep A Strap In Ya Pocket When Ya Tip Through The Towns
There's A Million Mother*****ers Tryna Get You Down
A Lot Of Pain In This Game, Cocaine Is The Thang
If Ya Money Right Then You Might Get You A Chain
But If Ya Money Is Low, There's Only One Way To Go
Jack A Rapper At A Local Rap Radio Show
So Mean, So Green, Crip Back To The Block
Then Brag To The Homies, Show 'em What You Got
It's A Gangsta Jack (gangsta Jack), In Gangsta Black (black)
And They Thought We Just Gangsta Rapped
Yeah Nigga, We Take Your Snaps
Your Shooby Dooby, Hooroobies, And Your Scooby Snacks (it's Like That?)
It's Like That!
[chorus]
[snoop Dogg]
It's A Whole Lot Of Fillin When You On The Eastside
On The Eastside, Nigga We Ride
And It's A Whole Lot Of Dealin When You On The Eastside
On The Eastside, Nigga We Ride
And It's A Whole Lot Of Stealin When You On The Eastside
On The Eastside, Nigga We Ride
And It's A Whole Lot Of Killin When You On The Eastside
Eastside, Yeah Nigga We Ride
[chorus]
[snoop Dogg (singing)]
They Say It's Crazy Out Here, It Ain't No More Fun
I Can't Walk Down The Street Without My Gun, Gun

Snoop Dogg - 2001 - lyrics

All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yall...
*repeat*
Its structures to this game, its instinct mixed with knowledge
Im a player in the game and I know not from college
Eyes open, focus, scopin out the scene
Watch the gangsta haters close cos they worse than dope fiends
I hope things get better for you
Cos ima make things get better for me
And keep the doggystyle hottest thing out the lb
The l-l-g wit dpg by the sea
We ride at high tide, the east is my side
Ima tell you long as my voice is recordable
That plan you got aint gonna work you better audible
Oh yes Im fresh and like spy from existence
Wit persistence I perceive
To supply you wit what you need, no room for greed
Better go around and when it come to you
Dont bite off more than you can chew
Respect the game and the game will respect you back
Game is life, life is struggle
Without the coastal juggle
So if you drop I test that, fragile as a crsytal
(will you get mad and go pull out your pistol? )
Or will you be a man and pick up all the pieces
And put it back together and remain tougher than leather
As for me Im tryin to keep it real dogg
All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yall
Chorus:
Just keep it real dogg
All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yall
*repeat x2*
*? teatlet? *, hold em, shake em, roll
Fly g boys and all you hoodrat girls
Pound puts it down all around the world
But lets pick up the litter, lb young nigga
I need solar on my dogg nall, I bark when it get dark
*****es in heat we tear the beat up, what?
On the microphone I bury the bone
Always, strays try to follow me home
Uhh, to get the pooper scooper, why? they droppin doo-doo
Im steppin on shit, lift up the bottom of my shoe
See Im smashin full-breaded wit no leash
When I mob, make marks across the street
See Im vicious like hell, got em waggin they tail
For the bow-wow lbc style
Hit you like the dogg bopper fever, I fetch paper
On the receiver, go get it like a retriever
I want em close enough so I can lock on em
Wit the mizzic, see I let the doggz loose on em
Check this out here man, I lick em, sick em
Mans bestfriend, I hit you for ten, uhh
Fleas cant seize my pack, what whats my name?
Major trick were hittin licks like a doberman gang
Ydone trip and try to ***** me up ever since a young puppy
Run a cat up a tree, nigga its dpg
Chorus:
All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yall
Just keep it real dogg
*repeat x2*
They say once upon a time in the land of the loccs
Where its all about dope and pistol smoke
I packs me a heavy calibre .38 revolver
Wed out, dpd out, gcd out
Oh, did you not know
Snoop wit the .44 knockin atcha door
We the passion for smashin and mashin the masses
Knockin niggas llike cash is, dogg pound gangsta assassin
Its like in a action
Cos for the cash in my own zone we known for blastin
Bustin, no need for discussion
We dont discuss, we stay close as 10 inches then bust
Close enough to touch then rush
Clean and radical and get clutch
The dogg is the don like killer corleone
For the d-o-double g (with the solid gold rhyme)
Chorus:
Just keep it real dogg
All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yall
*repeat x3*

Snoop Dogg - 21 Jump Street - lyrics

Snoop:
Hear ye, hear ye, come one come all
Its the first annual g, nigga, and all my doggs
Are invited, so go and enlight it
Cause its the first time in a long time (right)
Reminiscing about the fresh fest back in 85
When the dubs and the san diegs used to hoo ride
On mother*****ers like it was the thing to do
Eighty-five, eighty-fo, eight-tray, in year eighty-two (eighty-two)
You know what the ***** Im talking about
After party on the lake at the big homies house
And bet nobody bring a mother*****ing gun
Cause everybody in the houses from two-one...
Tray deee:
Twenty-first street, burst street, where it all started
And you know east side, long beach, the hardest
Niggaz coming realer than the real mccoy
So step with your rap and we bring the noise
Its the gang of fly *****es, homiez on the switches
Dice in the back if ya wanna get your riches
No snitches allowed inside the crowd
Cause this is the g thang, east side l.b.c. brang
In to have some fun represent two-one
And bet nobody bring a motha*****ing gun and a...
Snoop:
Yeah, king park was the location
And the bigga g that was my destination
(we were) lookin up to niggaz coming up before me
And l.b.c. into my east side homies..... (its like)
Nobody can see you, but you (yeah, the east sides perfect)
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, now thats worth it)
Nobody can see you, but you (hell yeah, the east sides perfect)
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, yeah, now thats worth it)
Tatatata.....
Snoop (tray):
If ya bring a strap, then ya have to trip
(so if youre on a mission nigga, go on and dip)
We got meat to eat, (freaks to meet)
And chronic we can smoke on, (if I ever get a loc on)
Strolling through the park one day
Puffing on a fat ass j. with my homie named tray
Deee tryin to see if we could put this lbc thing
Back together like it was supposed to see
Tray:
Cause ya know Im down with ya to make em get the picture
And if I have to sit ya down then I spit ya
Game from the heart, I came from the start
See I was regulating when crackers was the dailys
Snoop:
Nigga let me interact with my black croaker sacks*
And a gray golf hat tilted to the back (whats up? )
Ditchin sunday school to get a pack of now and laters
While Im rolling with the stealers and killin with the raiders
Tray:
And when we bang with the saints then we aint no joke
Come around from outta bounds and we goes for broke
Now were breaking em up (hmm hmm), shaking em up (yeah)
And just for a second were waking em up
(continue) giving up game on his tired ass feet
With a small dedication to two-one street

Snoop Dogg - 21 Jumpstreet - lyrics

Snoop:
Hear ye, hear ye, come one come all
It's the first annual G, nigga, and all my Doggs
Are invited, so go and enlight it
Cause it's the first time in a long time (right)
Reminiscing about the Fresh Fest back in '85
When the dubs and the San Dieg's used to hoo ride
On mother*****ers like it was the thing to do
Eighty-five, eighty-fo', eight-tray, in year eighty-two (eighty-two)
You know what the ***** I'm talking about
After party on the lake at the big homie's house
And bet nobody bring a mother*****ing gun
Cause everybody in the house's from two-one
Tray Deee:
Twenty-first street, burst street, where it all started
And you know East Side, Long Beach, the hardest
Niggaz coming realer than The Real McCoy
So step with your rap and we bring the noise
It's the gang of fly *****es, homiez on the switches
Dice in the back if ya wanna get your riches
No snitches allowed inside the crowd
Cause this is the G thang, East Side L.B.C. brang
In to have some fun represent two-one
And bet nobody bring a motha*****ing gun and a
Snoop:
Yeah, King Park was the location
And the bigga G that was my destination
(We were) lookin up to niggaz coming up before me
And L.B.C. into my East Side homies (It's like)
Nobody can see you, but you (yeah, the East Side's perfect)
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, now that's worth it)
Nobody can see you, but you (hell yeah, the East Side's perfect)
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, yeah, now that's worth it)
Tatatata
Snoop (Tray):
If ya bring a strap, then ya have to trip
(so if you're on a mission nigga, go on and dip)
We got meat to eat, (freaks to meet)
And chronic we can smoke on, (if I ever get a loc on)
Strolling through the Park one day
Puffing on a fat ass J. with my homie named Tray
Deee tryin' to see if we could put this LBC thing
Back together like it was supposed to see
Tray:
Cause ya know I'm down with ya to make 'em get the picture
And if I have to sit ya down then I spit ya
Game from the heart, I came from the start
See I was regulating when crackers was the daily's
Snoop:
Nigga let me interact with my black croaker sacks*
And a gray golf hat tilted to the back (what's up?)
Ditchin' Sunday school to get a pack of Now and Laters
While I'm rolling with the stealers and killin' with the raiders
Tray:
And when we bang with the Saints then we ain't no joke
Come around from outta bounds and we goes for broke
Now we're breaking 'em up (hmm hmm), shaking em up (yeah)
And just for a second we're waking 'em up
(continue) Giving up game on his tired ass feet
With a small dedication to two-one street

Snoop Dogg - 20 Dollars To My Name - lyrics

Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars shit
Check this out
Snoop dogg
Nigga 20 dollars to my name
Deep in this dice game
I dust off my knees
I *****ed off two gs
Nothing left to do, but buy some shells for my glock
Why? so I can rob every known dope spot
Im having hard times, grit, and grind
Shit im tyring to get mine
Aint nothing to lose plus Im living on the frontline
Its a cold twist the way that shit goes
Gotta keep your hands on some mother*****in fetty yo
And keep a down ***** for when your money run out
And get you gun out
And shootem up till they come out
Im blowing in the wind
It feels good my friend
Silkk brought the gin & juice and my nigga chipped in
Im amongst killers with a dub in my pocket loc
A drug dealer at the same time I love to smoke
But if I wasnt in this rap game
Would a nigga snoop dogg have 20 dollars to his name
Choruos fiend
Now 20 dollars to my name in this game of drugs
And the only thing we now is gan bangers and thugs
If my yale dont sell how shall we proceed
Because we cant slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed repeat
Fiend
I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with what?
With this automatic rocket
Gotta have it to pop it,unlock it, and take me up a hostage
Letem now this itch of my finger is worser than jock itch
Extended glock clips allow me to cop chips
Erasing cops tips and sisters that pop lip, stop this
Cold blooded killing for ? ? ? this
Soda couldnt rock this
Chop a shelf when I drop this
My ? ? ? cant chop this
The hunger that I hold
Setting here wondering should I take it from his soul
See this here with a hole
Allowed that silencer to blow
And took mother*****in lives for less than twenty before
Soulja slim
Now with this last 20 dollars I might buy me some douja
Because that weed from magnolia still have a nigga sober
I seen my nigga nigga from way way back
Me and him used to jack and rock a rental cadillac
He sees my nick, he sees my grill, he says Im flossin
He sees my wrist, he says damn nigga you flossin
And Im bossin, and tossinem up at the same time
So if you thinking about with me itll be your death in ? ? ?
And why put your life in danger over 20 dollars, thats all I got
And my weed habit is so close to smoking powder it aint worth being
Shot
Chorus
Silkk the shocker
Now look, Im fresh up out of jail it feels goo to be on the outside
I had 120 dollars, but I spent a 100 on my ride
Now the only thing I got left is 20 dollars to my name
Nigga want front me some mother*****in caine
I told him weed charge it 2 the game
Nigga now now I gotta be on some murder one shit
Some slum shit
Some out the projects dumb shit
Some weed and blunt shit
Some I dont give a ***** shit, where it from shit
Some penitentiary solitary confinement never see no mother*****in sun
Shit
Now I got 20 dollars to my mother*****in name, and I gotta get more
So I tell nigga hit the floor Im about to pull a mother*****in kick
Door
Now whether its rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun totting
Yall call me down? ? ? do get scared I aint flipped till my guns smoking
It be a hustle just to eat
And it be hard on these streets
Gotta get my hustle on
Got 20 dollars yall now that shit dont last long picture this

Snoop Dogg - 21 Jumpstreet (feat. Tray Dee) - lyrics

Snoop:
Hear ye, hear ye, come one come all
it's the first annual G, nigga, and all my Doggs
are invited, so go and enlight it
cause it's the first time in a long time (right)
Reminiscing about the Fresh Fest back in '85
when the dubs and the San Dieg's used to hoo ride
on mother*****ers like it was the thing to do
eighty-five, eighty-fo', eight-tray, in year eighty-two (eighty-two)
You know what the ***** I'm talking about
after party on the lake at the big homie's house
And bet nobody bring a mother*****ing gun
cause everybody in the house's from two-one...
Tray Deee:
Twenty-first street, burst street, where it all started
and you know East Side, Long Beach, the hardest
Niggaz coming realer than The Real McCoy
so step with your rap and we bring the noise
It's the gang of fly *****es, homiez on the switches
dice in the back if ya wanna get your riches
No snitches allowed inside the crowd
cause this is the G thang, East Side L.B.C. brang
In to have some fun represent two-one
and bet nobody bring a motha*****ing gun and a...
Snoop:
Yeah, King Park was the location
and the bigga G that was my destination
(We were) lookin up to niggaz coming up before me
and L.B.C. into my East Side homies..... (It's like)
Nobody can see you, but you (yeah, the East Side's perfect)
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, now that's worth it)
Nobody can see you, but you (hell yeah, the East Side's perfect)
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, yeah, now that's worth it)
tatatata.....
Snoop (Tray):
If ya bring a strap, then ya have to trip
(so if you're on a mission nigga, go on and dip)
We got meat to eat, (freaks to meet)
and chronic we can smoke on, (if I ever get a loc on)
Strolling through the Park one day
puffing on a fat ass J. with my homie named Tray
Deee tryin' to see if we could put this LBC thing
back together like it was supposed to see
Tray:
Cause ya know I'm down with ya to make 'em get the picture
and if I have to sit ya down then I spit ya
Game from the heart, I came from the start
see I was regulating when crackers was the daily's
Snoop:
Nigga let me interact with my black croaker sacks*
And a gray golf hat tilted to the back (what's up?)
Ditchin' Sunday school to get a pack of Now and Laters
While I'm rolling with the stealers and killin' with the raiders
Tray:
And when we bang with the Saints then we ain't no joke
come around from outta bounds and we goes for broke
Now we're breaking 'em up (hmm hmm), shaking em up (yeah)
and just for a second we're waking 'em up
(continue) Giving up game on his tired ass feet
with a small dedication to two-one street

Snoop Dogg - (Intro) I Love To Give You Light - lyrics

[minister]
Say Man Ay Ushers, Deacons, Lock The Do'
[singers - Repeat In Background Of Intro W/ Ad Libs]
(i Love, To Give You Light)
[intro: Snoop Dogg]
Geah, First Of All
Givin Honor To God, And All The Ministers On The Pulpits
Ushers, Deacons, And My Lovely Choir
They Sound So Beautiful, Don't You Agree?
Sing It Sister..
Yeah, We'd Like To Welcome Y'all Inside This R&g
Rhythm & Gangsta: The Masterpiece
Such A, Heavenly Experience
Alchemist, Break It Down For Me Nephew
Let Me Preach To 'em One Time, Chuuch
[snoop Dogg]
In The Beginning As A Child I Was Chosen
Though Not Knowin The Reason While Still My Eyes Opened
Whatever The Purpose, I Surfaced Above The Fog
Love Was Given To All, Outside Livin The Ball
As An Adolescent, One Black Child, I Had A Message
To Reach Teachin The Masses, I Wrote My First Passage
It Was Jotted Down, Created In The Form Of A Rap
I'm Young, Livin In The City Of Jackers And Gangbangin
And Dope Dealin, Cold Feelin To Be A Product Of Niggaz Around You
Once You Get On Top They Down You
But The Temptation Got Me, Streets Caught Me Watchin
I Found Myself Grindin On The Streets Quite Often
With A Blue Rag, Bangin The Dub, Fo'-fifth Coffin
At The Spot, 61st, 40 Blocks From The Eastside
Where Most Of The Big Homies Had A Glock And Flossed The G-ride
Niggaz Throwin Up Hands But It Wasn't No Peace Signs
Never Fo' A Second Did I Think To Let My Light Shine
Hardheaded, Thought I Was Grown, Messin Up
Disrespectin My Home, Not Carin 'bout What Moms What Sayin
And Then I Found Out That Mom Wasn't Playin
Today, I Love You For It, Back Then, I Couldn't Understand
Get My Life Right, Step It Up, Nigga Be A Man
Never Be A Victim, Of What The System Might Hit You With
Through The Stripes Still Gotta Shine My Light
I've Grown, To Comprehend The Game; My Name Is Big Snoop Boss Dogg
Just A Block And A Phone Call Away
I've Reached The Status, Of A Modern Day John Baptist
I'm Preachin Just What I Practice
To Each And All, I Got A Word From The Beach To Acros The Globe
Man Woman Young And Old
Don't Gain The World, Lose Your Soul To Spite
Many Circumstances Doggy Gon' Shine My Light Cause I Love You
[singers - Repeat In Background Of Outro W/ Ad Libs]
(i Love, To Give You Light)
[outro: Minister]
And The People That Is Locked Up, Locked Down
And The People That's Locked Dowwwwwn
Also God, Should Purchase The New, Escalade
On 24's, With The Spinnin Thangs, Ha Ha
I Need You To, Right Now, Look At Your Neighbors
Cause A Lot Of Y'all Think Y'all Goin To Heaven Huh
And You Ain't Gon' Go!
So I Need You Right Now To, Look At Your Neighbor
And Say Neighbor, Say Neigh-bor, You Ain't Goin!!
You Ain't Goin!!

Snoop Dogg - (Tear 'Em Off) Me & My Doggz - lyrics

The dog saw 'im...they tear...they...looked liked they try to tear him off.
I said "Oh my God! They want to eat my husband
Verse 1:
I was sittin at the pound about to eat dinner
Had a hard day at the studio, I was gettin thinner
My nigga Sparky-O was playin basketball
and my niggas in the backyard, y'all about to squab my Doggz
Dirty ???? gets CREAM, it's a good scheme
But you know it's all a part of the Corleone team
I squabble...Friday cos that's what I do
Dogg Pound for life nigga, uhh thought you knew
but you didn't, you think I'm kiddin nigga, my Doggz scrap
They get down for theirs, bring em right to the back
Hit the gate don't wait and ask the homey Nate
he gotta pit named Tiny mobbin behind him
Now they've got Michael Corleone
Oh, Kurupt he got Lonely the psycho assassin
He likes to smash on, uhh
and ain't no need to reach for heat cos you can't get your blast on
Doggz we keep em, busters we sweep em
and when it's time all my Doggz'll bite your momma
We leave you niggas on stuck in paws
And I'ma dedicate this one to my Doggz
Remember that pit, the one I had named Petey
Uhh, she got killed so I didn't need him
Uhh, it's like that, what about Sweetie?
He got killed too (damn) so I didn't need him
It's a cold thang but it's a cold game
but when you wit a Corleone name it's a cold thang
Cold name, cold game ya got ta get down
cos if you don't then you can't represent the Pound
Now it's like a sport
and if I get caught I'm right back in court
So I gots ta keep it on the DL and don't yeezell
but you know I gots tha pitbulls for seezell
So if you want one, get one, holla at'cha boy quick
cos I'ma be on the lookout for the sell-to-dem pigs
Ask my little homey Technique
I 'came Scarface, Corleone killers, baby boy OG
The homey Tray Deee I give him rock seat
but the rest of the pits they rollin wit me
We're layin low in the cut, holstered up in Chino
Scrappy-Du and the crew called the Gambinos
Ma bark and she'll spark up some shit real quick
Just last week y'know what? She bit the shit out of me
???? ***** is a trick, I had to get cold feet
to get the ***** up off me
and I can't tame her and I can't blame her
That's why I had to name her the top Dogg gamer
Man, it's a shame-uh nigga got love for y'all
but I got more love for my mother*****in Doggz
It's just....
Hook:
Me & my Doggz (sick em), me & my Doggz (sick em)
(Beware, beware) Me & my Doggz
Verse 2:
Now when it comes to my Doggz they stay fly like geese
but as for me I'm Snoop Dogg I'm soopafly like Priest
I unleash my Doggz then I tilt my brim
I'm bout to trip off Locko cos he go taken my swim
I think cos my CREAMy low, get back to the pound
He gon' be itchin like hell to put the bite on the clown
and when you look with the frown he gon' get like 1-2
and ain't a damn thang that your ass can do
I think it's cos he lost his big homey Don Killer see
who ran the whole yard and gangbanged OP
and leave your ass red and yeah half-head
He's a damn fool, he'll jack you for pants leg
Don't beg you're dead, and don't dare show fear
Young gangsta *****ed wit Scrappy and Red tore off his head
and all the kid do was cry like a *****
His life was a pit and mine's in the shit
Hook:
(Beware, beware)
(Sick em) It's just me & my Doggz
I keep my heat in my seat, my killers in my backyard
Just in case you niggas wanna ***** and try to act hard
Outro: (*reporter speaking over hook*)
....deadly serious in East Los Angeles and South Central where people
encounter stray dogs on a daily basis and often bare the scars to prove it)
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