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Ai Dogg, let me holla at'cha man

Wuz up home?

Word is on the streets

Your beats gone be delicate

Since Dre did shake the spea's out, man

Delicate, beats

So that's what makes me now?

Man, I don't give a fuck about no beatNow let me shake that shit man

I hear ya Dogg

It's a cold, cold thing

It's a cold thing

For real, hmmI got more niggas tryin' to get at me than the President do sometimes

Niggas be tryin' to get at me 'cos I be droppin' funky rhymes

What the fuck is goin' on? This rap game is made to make money

You niggas is taking the shit outta hand, actin' way too funny

Doin' too much, y'know what I see it from the get-go

What the fuck's goin' on wit you niggas, y'all tryin' to play a low pro

And tryin' ta be hard and tryin' ta be big willies or whatever they call it

I guess it's time for me to act just like an alcoholic

And step to the game, I'm a stumble in like I don't know

And if a nigga say somethin' wrong, I'm takin' off from the get-goI ain't givin' no room to try to get me first

'Cos I done been bombed on before and I'ma tell you

Man, that's the worst

Fifth in the world, but I'ma keep my thang together

'Cos I'ma keep makin' money and hope everything is still together

Havin' papers, man, now what y'all niggas doin'?

All y'all broke on the corner, drinkin' your drink

Wanna be doin' what I'm doin'

But don't get mad and don't be tryin' to play-hate

'Cos, uhh, takin' trips around state to stateRepresentin', uhh, what y'all wanna represent

But y'all can't represent it 'cos y'all got no dollars, no cents

I'm movin' on, groovin' on and I'm movin'

Makin' more moves than the average Cuban

Tryin' ta get G's across the town, tryin' ta make more hits

And tryin' ta get my game tight and get at your bitch

Now if she wants to get with this, she gone come holla at a player, do'

'Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce

And she wants to jump in, bring a friend

'Cos everything is like alphabet, come on inCome on in and bring a friend and you can come on back

'Cos when you do, we gone be sippin' on some Cognac

It's on me, I'm feelin' good tonight

'Cos I'ma do mines and I'ma keep everything tight

I ain't lettin' nothin' leak 'cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught

And I can't get caught 'cos you know how they do it

About that child support

Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his game tight

Gettin' 18-point-5 percent, half your life

Shit, I love my baby boy and allBut I ain't gonna be payin' no bitch, no no, no way Dogg

I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too tight

I'm guaranteed to get away from some shit like dat, ain't that right

'Cos, uhh, when you play in this game you got to be the real player

You can't be no fake ass nigga talkin' about you wanna be the man

'Cos if you ain't with the game, the game ain't gonna be wit you

And I can put that on everything including youOne of every five black males before the year 2000

Will be detained or deceased

No justice, no peace

Yeah, the truth hurts, we scared to go to churchLook here, but don't cut it, gettin' five points

Step back for a second, I'm puttin' less than five to this joint

Hmm, if this is the bomb niggas gonna blow up

Like Atlanta at the Olympics

Niggas be trippin' but I'll be pimpin'

I don't be trippin' off no nigga at all, no bitches

Just tryin' to get my money, I don't even be trippin' off no switches

I used to like low-riders but now I like Eastsiders

I put it down wit me and make a hit maker, y'knowhatI'msayin'?

I love the Lakers now 'cos now they got Shaq O'Neal

It's time to make a million dollars and that's for realSee we gone blow up and show up and throw up nuttin' but Dogg Pound

Give it to ya ta put it down and we'll be 'round to your town

So just sit in your seats and wait til' we come through

Until we do just keep smokin' gray and blue

Or whatever you do just stay true to what you do

'Cos we gone keep doin' what the fuck we got to do

Now, follow me now and listen to the instructions

'Cos the game's gonna get deep now, niggas is tryin' ta creep

Tryin' ta get up on game but they don't wanna be down with the PG

All of a sudden everybody wanna dis DPWhat we look like?

Makin' y'all diss us, that ain't right

I should get upset but I'ma stay composed

Chill for a second, spit at some hos

Drinkin' my drink, smokin' my dank

Countin' my bank, uhh, that shit stank

Stanky bank is what I got 'cos I'ma keep it

And nah this ain't no motherfuckin' secretYeah, we're in drought season

Niggas lookin' for a reason

It's like thanksgiving without the feast

Yeah, the truth hurts, we're scared to go to churchThey got me runnin' from my life, I'm jumpin' gates

They got dogs on my ass but I'm a Dogg

So I know how to alert and get wit dat shit

The dog run up on me, I give him a cold like nigga back up off me

He turn around and bite the police, hmm

Game recognize Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes

I slide in the back of a garage dippin' with this ho

They run right past me, ask me, "Have I seen the suspect?"

"Yeah, he went that way", now for the jack

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