Good morning boys and girls I'm your Substitute teacher My name is Mr. Buckwort The topic for today is, what you would like to be when you grow up? You, over there in the jean shirt What you wanna be when you grow up? (I'd like to be a police officer) Alright, that's a pretty good profession You, over there in that black shirt What you wanna be when you grow up? (I'd wanna be a fireman) Alright, that's a pretty good profession too Hey, you in the back with those French braids, what's your name? My name is Snoop Hi Snoop, what you wanna be when you grow up? (I wanna be a motherfucking hustler, ya better ask somebody) This is for the Gz and this is for the hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz This is for the Gz and this is for the hustlas This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz Freeze, at ease, now let me drop some more of them keys It's 199-tre, so let me just play It's Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic, I'm back with Dr. Dre But this time I'ma hit your ass with a touch To leave motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up So, sit back relax, new jacks get smacked It's Snoop Doggy-Dogg, I'm at the top of the stack I don't lack for a second, and I'm still checkin' The dopest motherfucker that you're hearin' on the record It's me, ya see, SN double OP DO double GY, the DO double G I'm fly as a falcon, soarin' through the sky And I'm high 'til I dizzie, rizzide So check it, I get busy, I make your head dizzy I blow up your mouth like I was Dizzy Gillespie We all crazy, you can't phase me I'm the S, oh yes, I'm fresh, I don't fuck with the stress I'm all about the chronic, bionic ya see Every single day, chillin' with the DO double Gs P-O-U-N-D, that's my clique, my crew You fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up I thought you knew, but yet and still You wanna get real, now it's time to peel, you say chill And feel the motherfuckin' realism Snoop Doggy-Doggy is on the mic I'm hittin' hard as steel, nigga This is for the Gz and this is for the hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz This is for the Gz and this is for the hustlas This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz How many hoes in your motherfuckin' group Wanna take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, DeVille? Chill, as I take you on a trip where them niggaz ride Slide, you know about the East Side Niggaz like myself, here to show you where it's at With my hoes on my side and my strap On my back, papers I stack daily And Death Row is still the label that pays me But you know how that goes, we flow toe for toe If you ain't on the Row, fuck you and your hoe, really doe So check it, it's Snoop Doggy, Dogg on the solo tip Still clockin' grip, and don't really give a sheeit About nuttin' at all, just my Doggs steppin' through the fog And I'm still gonna fade 'em all With the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin' How many hoes in 94 will I be bangin'? Every single one to get the job done As I dip, skip, flip, right back to two one Where the sun be shinin' and I be ryhmin' It's me, Snoop DO double G, and I'm climbin' This is for the Gz and this is for the hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz This is for the Gz and this is for the hustlas This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz I come creepin' through the fog with my saggin' Dukes East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeVille I'm rollin' with the G Funk, bumpin' in my shit and it don't quit So, drop it on the one motherfucker put together that set A nigga with a grip of that gangsta shit With the Eastside hoes on my motherfuckin' dick And the Compton niggaz all about to set trip Swing it back, bring it back, just like this And if you're with my shit, then blaze up another spliff And keep the motherfuckin' blunt in your pocket loc' 'Cause Doggy-Doggy is all about the zigzag smoke See, it's a West Coast thing, where I'm from And if you want some, get some, bad enough, take some But watch the gun by my side Because it represents me and the motherfuckin' East Side So, bow down to the bow wow 'cause bow wow Yippie yo, you can't see my flow My shit is dope, original, now you know And can't no hood fuck with Death Rizzow This is for the Gz and this is for the hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz This is for the Gz and this is for the hustlas This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz

Oh, the snot has caked against my pants It has turned into crystal There's a bluebird sitting on a branch I guess I'll take my pistol I've got it in my hand Because he's on my land And so the story ended Do you know it oh so well Well should you need I'll tell you The end-end-end-end-end-end-end-end And... Yes I've seen you sitting on the couch I recognize your artillery I have seen you many times before Once when I was an Indian And I was on my land Why can't you understand And so the story ended Do you know it oh so well Well should you need I'll tell you The end-end-end-end-end-end-end-end And... Served my time Served it well You made my soul Write the rules In the sky But ask your leaders Why Why Oh, the snot has caked against my pants It has turned into crystal There's a bluebird sitting on a branch I guess I'll take my pistol I've got it in my hand Because he's on my land And so the story ended Do you know it oh so well Well should you need I'll tell you The end-end-end-end-end-end-end-end And... Served my time Served it well You made my soul

I Cord of Life A man conceived a moment's answer to the dream Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes As a foundation left to create the spiral aim A movement regained and regarded both the same All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you Changed only for a sight of sound, the space agreed Between the picture of time behind the face of need Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid Emotions revealed as the ocean maid All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you Coins and crosses (Turn round tailor, assaulting) Never know their fruitless worth (All the mornings of the interest shown, Presenting one another to the cord) Cords are broken (All left dying, rediscovered of the door that turned round) Locked inside the mother Earth (To close the cover, all the interest shown) They won't hide, hold, they won't tell you (To turn one another, to the sign at the time float your climb) Watching the world, watching all of the world Watching us go by And you and I climb over the sea to the valley And you and I reached out for reasons to call II Eclipse Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid Emotions revealed as the ocean maid As a movement regained and regarded both the same All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you III The preacher, the teacher Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme There'll be no mutant enemy we shall certify Political ends as sad remains will die Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you Oooh, ooh I listened hard but could not see Life tempo change out and inside me The preacher trained in all to lose his name The teacher travels, asking to be shown the same In the end we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalize That the truth of man maturing in his eyes All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid As a moment regained and regarded both the same Emotion revealed as the ocean maid A clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you IV Apocalypse And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning And you and I reach over the sun for the river And you and I climb, clearer towards the movement And you and I called over valleys of endless seas

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!