Dolla Signs (feat. Trinidad James) - Snoop Dogg

Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick, boom When we at the party, the party don't stop Cause when we at the party, we walk it non-stop When we at the party, the party don't stop Cause when we at the party, we walk it non-stop Damn, girl you got ass Kinda hard to get past Got that short dress on but damn, girl, you got class Car got two-hundred on the dash Champagne all up in your glass I got some weed up in the cut, let's roll one up, smoke a lil' hash Take the stress of your mind Girl, you all type of fine Fine like you 1999, two nickels on my side, one dime I don't care if we're leavin' now, or a little later I know the clock is tickin' down, so shake it, baby Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick, boom When we at the party, the party don't stop Cause when we at the party, we walk it non-stop When we at the party, the party don't stop Cause when we at the party, we walk it non-stop We at the party We at the party We at the party We walk it non-stop Slide in this bitch like, "Woo, woo, slide" All my queens do voodoo Tom Ford dress, so her body suit Girl, you a movie like Hulu She thick, jheeze, couscous Lemon booty, squeeze, loulou This big drip, baby, don't slip up Momma was a freak and her daughter no different Too clean, too crispy Don't catch me now, you gon' miss me Get tipsy, get risky That dress screamin' out, "Come frisk me" I don't care if we're leavin' now, or a little later I know the clock is tickin' down, so shake it, baby Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick, boom When we at the party, the party don't stop Cause when we at the party, we walk it non-stop When we at the party, the party don't stop Cause when we at the party, we walk it non-stop We at the party We at the party We at the party We walk it non-stop Too clean, too crispy Don't catch me now, you gon' miss me Too clean, too crispy Don't catch me now, you gon' miss me Too clean (Yeah), too crispy Don't catch me now, you gon' miss me Too clean (Too clean), too clean Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick, boom When we at the party, the party don't stop Cause when we at the party, we walk it non-stop When we at the party, the party don't stop Cause when we at the party, we walk it non-stop We at the party We at the party We at the party We walk it non-stop

I fucked up and fell in love with the streets Made my first 6 figures off of drugs with her Smoking weed with the robbers, sipping syrup with killas Sunday morning I'm in church but I'm a drug dealer This relationship that we share is unbreakable Your spot bitch you got in my heart is irreplaceable Grandma tried her best to get me to stay away from you Remember when I got locked and I caught my first case with you You taught these fuck niggas and shaste bitches that's why my mothafucking trigga finger always itchin' They want me to leave you alone since I started rapping Dolph saying goodbye to the streets that would never happen For real Its like no matter what I do Where I go What I'm doing Whereever I'm met Across the country doing shows Fucking bad hoes Always wanna go back to the trap Amen, damn I love the streets that's why I'm fucking up in high school I'm breaking rules selling shoes skipping homeroom I've seen the youngest niggas pull up on the [?] On the old school [?] nigga trunk slaming In the streets you can be a ho In these streets you can be a boss You wanna be a hood nigga you gotta make a choice Either selling hard nigga or your playing sports Ain't no diploma in these streets just mo' drama Side bitches who ain't shit jelous baby mamas I done made it out the streets thank god I started rapping But those streets are still in me damn i miss trapping Yeah Like all I know is these streets These streets made me bruh For real My [?] looking scary I keep on selling heroin Screaming free the gang fuck the victim and the jury Just cop me some jewelry Your bitch tell me she dare me Diamonds very pretty [?] my eyes blurry Young Jefe I'ma stunna you a bumma Ayyy Shawty what's your number I said a lot of narcotics, I swear I don't want it I'm looking for some other rappers with some good numbers Label me with the flyest Label me with the highest If I supply it they buy it I used to run it [?] All of this money piling I just can't say goodbye to it Follow Embed Reply... TeeCee 39 10 months ago Man Shit... man Man how the fuck I get into this shit? (FUCK IT) [?] assassins [?] pompano paint? After current Thats why I fuck with niggas that get out here and get it how they live like me Shy Glizzy what's poppin [?] My future looking scary [?] OG got my eyes blurry I sell a lot of narcotics, I swear I dont wanna If I supply it they buy it [?] I used to wanna be Iverson, Now the whole world know who shy is

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Snoop Dogg Miscellaneous Give it 2 'Em Dogg Give it up, give it up nigga, you know what's happenin Lil Goldie Loc'll keep the DoggHouse crackin, lackin We usin dubs for the subs and 15's for the tweeters posted up by The tray, like gangstas with the heaters Gangbangin is my shit nigga Is you still gon be my homie if I get a little bigger Fuck a bitch, never switches my motto And if you disagree with me watch out for my hollows Booyaka, booyaka, that's the sound from a cannon Ouick to leave a motherfucker dead right where you're standin You wanna roll with the doggs, but you can't You too busy ridin nuts fool, get out the paint Dogg We came to give you what the fuck you want (Give it to em dogg, do it to em dogg...) We came to give you what the fuck you want (Give it to em dogg, yeah, yeah, bang bang...) 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, ya bound to get dirty Ya herdy, was servin, birdies, for herby and scrappy That nigga lyin dogg go on and slap him That's probably how rumors get started See niggas be yappin off at the mouth And don't be havin their heart in Suckers, that's probably why I stay in the hills And let my pitbulls smash on niggas that feel I owe em somethin, dogg, throw me somethin Nigga throw me somethin, shit I'm doin badder than you And I aint even fakin or frontin So, quit the hatin 'fore I start dumpin I jump in the 8 5 0 and smash on out Meet me and Goldie Loc at the DoggHouse Smoked out, Hennessy and plenty weed Wit mo bitches, 4 bitches, some cole bitches, c'mon bitches We cold vicious, known pimpin, with no simpin Stone crippin, low clippin, 4's drippin Wet from my set, check my rep I'm a vet Ex-felon, never tellin represent it to death Pack my flag, wear khakis with that extra sag Mad dog in every last motherfucker I pass Never ask would I mash with the tray on my neck And my status been a classic I stay on the set Let it rain, let it drip, turn the change to chips Never nervous, stay in service from this gangsta shit Cool time on the grind never mind the danger Gun slanger, gangbanger, Long Beach mangler Bringa of the noise like the Real McCoys Niggas talk shit, walk quick or feel the toys We in this business to win this whatever the cost Goldie Loc, Snoop, and Tray Deee you're never to cross Motherfuckers HOOK

We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin' up shit But we got somethin' old, and somethin' new for y'all tonight Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go I'm hearin' motherfuckers tryin' to steal my flow But it ain't no thang 'cause see my nigga Coolio Put me up on the game when I step through the do' Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive Usin' my styles like a contraceptive I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya haven't learnt It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack So put your gun away, run away, 'cuz I'm back Hit 'em up, get 'em up, spit 'em up, now tell me what's goin' on It make me wanna holler, 'cuz my dollars come in ozones Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes And quit tryin' to spit at my motherfuckin' hoes Speakin' of hoes, I'll get to the point You think you got the bomb 'cuz I rolled you a joint You'se a flea and I'm the big Dogg I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin' paws Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize and see where I'm comin' from It's still East Side till I die, why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D O Double G Y It's a crazy mixed up world It's a Doggy Dogg World It's a Doggy Dogg World It's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin' juice and gin Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers Styles vary, packin' flavor like Life Savors Ain't that somethin', talk shit and I'm dumpin' I had your whole fuckin' block bumpin' Don't sweat, but check the technique, I'm unique like China Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this nigga behind ya So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through One-two, three, you can't see me I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics A fuckin' menace, usin' hoes like tennis rackets It's on again, it's on and poppin' All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin' I wanna see some panties droppin' I'm comin' from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton All I ever did was just use that hoe Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows I'm dishin' out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news Cut off khakis, French braids, and house shoes Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin' slugs And I smoke weed for the fuck of it Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked But it's mandatory that I kick it Check it, I'm runnin' hoes in 94, now must I prove it Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin' and movin' Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin' Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn Peep, the massacre from a verbal assassin Murderin' with rhymes packin' Tec-9's for some action You really don't know, do you, you fuckin' wit a hog You can't do me, I'm goin' out loony like O-Dog It's a Doggy Dogg's World The Dogg's World Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party uh huh Tell when it don't stop, and uh, it don't quit for the The Dogg Pound clique to drop the cavvy Dogg shit Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin' cut once mo' So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick Till I die I'm still screamin' that Now I'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about The city where I'm from, dum diddy dum As you groove to the gangster shit The D O Double G the P O U N D, the gangsta clique Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die It's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World It's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World It's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World It's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World It's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World It's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World Don't you know it's a Doggy Dogg World Oh yeah, talking about Snoop, talking about you Snoop

Yeah! Straight up nine to five Kurupt the motherfucking Kingpin, dat nigga Daz Creeping and crawling through your hood, smoking, loccin Provoking punk motherfuckers like this stuff, wuz happening? In the dead of winter is when I kick my coldest phrases Mentalest telepathy, lyrically it amazes Constructioning thoughts that's as lethal as turpentine An expert when I flex rhymes feared like ex-cons In my zone (zone) you can't even find like Atlantis Stalk like a praying mantis, leaving battered bodies on the canvas The burial ground for clowns, open casket Tracking niggas down like fucking basset hounds Tragic how the mic gets handled Prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal The scramble like Randall abusive when I recite on the stage Double access with a brand new motherfucking mic Can I grab the microphone and spit some shit that's known To blow the mind of Michelangelo's poems For rusty motherfuckers to be acting like they all in With the click got checks that shit And once again it's on and it's on with the gangsta shit I create the beats that beats the fucks right outta ya speakers Am so blown, shown for lootin? Grab the microphone alone Like Jodeci, notice-see ya self needs help The homie style got the strap on deck Don't neglect the fact I can make you or break you (Break you) Awake you to a new plateau wit' mo' hoes Now the paper is made, now don't think twice Niggas is getting pimped because their game ain't tight Now well, well (well), where the ballers dwell Another day, another dollar, Blueberry to sell I makes that fast cash, hmm dat Nigga Dax I'm quicker ta out slick ya, blast in half DPG-eliminates the whole area beyond the thought dismembering Motherfuck surrendering. who, what, when, let's tear shit the fuck up The homies cooling while you an' ya chest get fucking blue an' Provoke us, survey with the superior focus I'm that nigga like dad, crooked as scoliosis It's impossible to survive on my arrival when I arrive It's left to ya instict of survival Mashin, cashing in chips I gotta loose sadistic sick mind You define it I'm mentally silly and batter It doesn't matter when ya into it Ya just entered in a war-zone all alone with ya microphone unguarded I just started poetical poltergeist precise and cold-hearted Empty, tempt me, simply ya get shot Ya forgot I'm down to empty out my clip on ya block Stop let the whole place evacuate Wait until we're face-to-face then it escalates Duck-down, Kurupt clowns niggas daily, hos can't play me Observe I serve those that betray me I ain't never seen a joint that I couldn't light And I ain't never seen a buster that didn't fight I ain't never seen a G that would go for that Especially when he knows Tha dogg Pound got his back I ain't never seen a game that did multiply We getting kinda deep, yeah the crew'll die And who am I? And who am I? That crazy motherfucker from the DPG Do or die!