Dope Niggaz (feat. Snoop Dogg) - Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons

Yeah! Don't stop (once again, once again) West Coast after shop (c'mon) West Coast Now all my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air For all my bitches and my niggas (we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck) Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga Who am I? Do or die (yo) So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet The loc-est 21-year-old nigga that's on this planet Take it for granted, if ya wanna, because I'm gonna Grab my strap then clear the corner, biatch So all my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air To all my niggas and my bitches Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air Now on a one, two, three who could it be Coming with a grip of gangsta shit for '93 So '94's arrived nigga, back on up And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up Now can't nobody see me here or there Wherever I bails, I put it down all around 'Cause ain't shit for sale in the Coupe With the beat flossin' off, gold D's And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap In your ass, for getting us all fucked up Now check it, it's a calling for niggas like Doggs Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin' like hoes (Yes y'all) other Doggs (yes y'all) yiggy y'all Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this Now how many bitches must get dicked? Before they say, okay, Daz that nigga from back in the day Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin' with Dr. Dre But I grips mics, I rips mics in half Hoes be coming to my flat so I can tap that ass So all my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air

I'ma say this and I'ma end mine (all y'all that buy food, all that shit) If you ain't down for the Africans here in the United States (that's right) Period, point-blank If you ain't down for the ones that suffered in South Africa (fuck off) From apartheid and shit (go home) Dammit, you need to step your punk-ass to the side (we're South Africa) And let us brothers and us Africans step in (that we're South Africa) And start puttin' some foot in that ass Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die Dem wonder why mi violent, dem no really understand Dat di reason why mi take mi law in mi own hand Mi not out for peace and mi not Rodney King Di gun goes click, mi gun goes bang Dem riot in Compton and dem riot in Long Beach Dem riot in L.A. 'cause dem no really wanna see Niggas start to loot and police start to shoot Lock us down at seven o'clock, barricade us like Beirut Mi don't show no love 'cause it's us against dem Dem never, ever love me 'cause it's sport to break dem And kill, at my own risk, if I may To lay, to spray with my AK, and put 'em to rest Yes, we have-, there have been riots, ah, uh, rioting Well, I don't wanna say rioting, but there's been looting downtown But right now, Bree, what I want to show you is They have started fires down at the end of the street How many niggas are ready to loot? Yeah, so what you wanna do? (What you wanna do?) I said, how many niggas are ready to loot? Got myself an Uzi and my brother a .9 That's what they told us today, in other words, you still a slave No matter how much money you got, you still ain't shit Sitting in my living room, calm and collected Feeling that gotta-get-mine perspective 'Cause what I just heard broke me in half And half the niggas I know, plus the niggas on the Row, is bailing Laugh now, but cry much later, you see When niggas get together, they get mad 'cause they can't fade us Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles They found that they couldn't handle us Bloods, Crips on the same squad With the ese's helpin', nigga, it's time to rob and mob And break the white man off something lovely, biddy-bye-bye I don't love dem, so dem can't love me Yo, straight puttin' it down, gettin' my scoot on It's jumping off in Compton, so I gots to get my loot on And come up on me some furniture or somethin' Got a VCR in the back of my car That I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet And motherfuckers better not try to stop me 'Cause they will see that I can't be stopped 'Cause I'ma cock my Glock and pop 'til they all drop Yes, on the videotape we seem to have the-, uh People in the crowd throwing things at the officers And swinging at them as well, as there was a, uh, young woman there You see, took a swing at-at an officer with some object in her hand How many niggas are ready to loot? Yeah, so, what you wanna do? (What you wanna do?) I said, how many niggas are ready to loot? Got myself an Uzi and my brother a .9 I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die One-time trigger-happy, no nigga love 187 time, time to grab the glove You can't get prints on a .9, I throw away Or get prints on my Uzi when it spray Pop-pop, pop, another motherfucker drop And I get relief like, plop, plop, fizz, smash I crashed his head like a window I ain't Nintendo, I'm high off the indo Creepin', with the quickness to the cut Bust one to his head while he munches on a donut And crack-up, so now he best to back up I guess I gots to pack up, filling the clip up I zip uptown but motherfuckin' cops are all around Helicopters flyin', these motherfuckers tryin' To catch me and stretch me on Death Row But hell no, the poor blacks refuse to go (go) This now covers a very, very wide area of Los Angeles Where these fires have been, uh, ignited I mean, from here to the, uh, to the South end of South Central is a long way Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' The outcome of this is destruction, so them all fall Niggas don't give a fuck, so them bust and them fall The constriction of three blacks shows no justice So, pick up, it's your right if you riot again Mi turn the other cheek We be too many, mi got mi .9 to my side So mi bust, flick, 'cause he don't give a fuck And mi don't give a fuck, and all my problems end with that buck, buck Blao, blam, blam 'til dem fall Listen to the shots from a nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye Dr. Dre, him bust gun shots Diggidy Daz and RBX, dem bust gun shots Come again

Da donk da donk Da donk da donk Da donk Da donk da donk Dar he Dar he go Day he dar he go Day he dar he go She got a big ol butt, I like the way she move it Come be my butter cup and let me double scoop it Girl you's a mama jamma you make this boy go loco Let me whip out my camera so I can take your photo If I could work it out That means I must be the luckiest nig in the house Because your donkey is steady pa-pa-pa-pocking out The kind I'm looking after Girl is it genuine? That's what I have to ask ya She got a donkey She got a donkey She got a donkey She got a donkey I got a donkey I got a donkey I got a donkey I got a donkey She got a donkey She got it She got it She got some mega ass I like the way she's dancing Now baby is it bad if I keep on glancing She said boy go ahead as long I don't touch I said now why the hell would I want to interrupt it Now baby make it sway Just make them hips pop pop pop pop And do your thing Girl you do that thing so beautiful Now check it out here I go I be that nice romancer Now check it our there you go You'll be my private dancer Girl your so wonderful And I'm so lucky to be here Dancing with the wonderful girl I'm so lucky to be here dancing with you Yeah yeah She got a donkey She got a donkey I got a donkey I got a donkey She got a donkey She got a donkey I got a donkey I got a donkey S N double O P that's me Chilling with my nephew will.he.be All these ladies in the place to be All of them on with the big donkey (The big donkey?) the big booty All on me cause they all love me I wanna a little some of that all y'all sweet The beat goes boom baba boom boom booom There's so much ladies in the place To be kinda hard being D O double G But I - some how some way Keep on coming up making on chicks like every single day May I show a you a little something for You and me and your friends Could go out with all the donkey Give it here, girl don't say nothing Girl your so wonderful And I'm so lucky to be here Dancing with the wonderful girl I'm so lucky to be here dancing with you Yeah yeah She got a donkey She got a donkey I got a donkey I got a donkey She got a donkey She got a donkey I got a donkey I got a donkey She got it (repeat)

Zaytoven If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Off button Pause button Stop button Lock button Belly button Big ol' ti- she pop buttons Head buttin' Versace button down unbuttoned to the top button Percosets that's my buttons, hit the pop button Psychopath, blunt big, big as Mama June off the diet plan Smoking science lab I should have tattoo that say "I'm not like my dad" Jesus Christ, Amen My hand in the psychic's hand, she see righteous plans I see business plans then I lose my mind and my attention span She see empty hands like, "Ooh, Lordy" Smelling like Cool Water Y'all got them new Cartier the Rollie was too salty That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie My little b- body a trophy Naked pics, five in the morning Sunglasses, smilin' emoji Pull up on the opps, surprise party Better get up and stand up like Bob Marley That is your homie, he died for ya Check your home screen, that's God calling (brr, hello?) We making an impact my n- We not just black n- We rich and black n- And all them b- they been after n- They run away then they come limpin' back, n- Amen, feeling like Our Father Should I get off my high horse? To get on my flying horses That's rich nigga problems avoid it My lil' bitch body will solve it And when you say, "Timber", please, will you whisper? My n- I'm quietly falling If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Hello? Hello? Rich n-, rich n-, rich n- That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie I got rich n- problems, lil' whoadie If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Rest in peace, I rest in peace and harmony I don't talk, I speak, after I pray, I preach I don't play, I cheat, after I stay, I leave The f- in the road, grab the fork and eat Turn that piggy bank to some hog head cheese But you doin' nothin' but they say "Nothin' ain't never worth nothin', but it's always free" Psychopath Blunt thick, thick as Mama June off the diet plan, smokin' science lab I should have tattoo that say, "I'm nothin' like your man" Jesus Christ, Amen My hand in the psychic' hand She see righteous plans, I see power plans She take my hands put 'em in her pants Do the hyphy dance then I wipe my hands Feeling like Our Father Should I get off my high horse to get on my flyin' horses? That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie You got penny pinch n- problems, lil' whoadie On the bench n- problems, lil' whoadie I got a b- n- problem, lil' whoadie More b- more problems, lil' whoadie That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie What is this n- problem, lil' whoadie? I got rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Yeah If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix