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
[ Pimp Slappd Lyrics ]