Gangbangin' 101 (feat. The Game) - Snoop Dogg

Wish I didn't know you as a dumb kid Wish you were just another pretty girl to pick God, the times made us strangers, yeah, they did You don't even know I'm here But I'm still there for you like years ago Watching you grow up on the wrong fence side Kid best friends but now you have an appetite Just because you're made of different parts, we're damned To fall in love, it's his plan but I'm still there for you But you don't care if I stare You wanna lay with me bare You wanna play with my hair But you can't stay with me here But you don't care if I stare You wanna lay with me bare You wanna play with my hair But you can't stay with me here You say you're confused You say you're gay (You say you're gay) You say you're whatever you wanna be You say you're confused You say you're gay (You say you're gay) You say you're whatever you wanna be What do you wanna be? You never talk to me, you still want company What do you want from me? You say it constantly, that you're in love with me But we don't touch I think you only see the friend in me But you don't care if I stare You wanna lay with me bare You wanna play with my hair But you can't stay with me here But you don't care if I stare You wanna lay with me bare You wanna play with my hair But you can't stay with me here You wanna do things That you've never done before You're just acting like a whore Not allowed to lock your door Wanna reciprocate but I'm walkin' on a wireI I just wanna see you smile but you got me so damn tired I'm just gonna wait for you to get your fuckin' act up Makin' all this trash up, just to blow a month-due date, yeah And I'm feelin' like we're cracked now Never going back, no We're only gonna end with hate Wish I didn't know you as a dumb kid Wish you were just another pretty girl to pick God, the times made us strangers, yeah, they did You don't even know I'm here But I'm still there for you like years ago Watching you grow up on the wrong fence side Kid best friends but now you have an appetite Just because you're made of different parts, we're damned To fall in love, it's his plan but I'm still there for you But you don't care if I stare You wanna lay with me bare You wanna play with my hair But you can't stay with me here But you don't care if I stare You wanna lay with me bare You wanna play with my hair But you can't stay with me here

Yea, G Herbo (That be Maaly Raw) I was out there with that hard I had that glass Way before Goyard I had that bag I was up on Essex Block I should've been at class They like Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil', gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil', gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass When Keef 'nem was out saying bang bang We was on the 8 making Glocks do the same thang Rolling got my shirt off let my chain hang First niggas yellin out 'gang-gang!' Go on a hit I was with Crazy James, he like don't panic the main thang And I don't think I'm God, but you can die if you say my name in vain It's Lil' Herbo you know what it is with me, I don't even gotta say the G I get booked for a show, I can buy you a key, I don't even gotta say the fee What you ridin' foreign, you pull up in Vs, push to start you don't got no keys They like what's that, an S63, got yo shit cocked back what you wanna see pussy You a killa don't push it, aye Herbo you from over east? Bitch what you one of the G's, you don't see me throwing up B's You don't see me droppin' the G's, you don't hear we poppin' at G's You don't know what's NLMB, only my Glock is a G aye I was out there with that hard, I had that glass Way before Goyard I had that bag I was up on Essex Block, I should've been at class They like Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass Throwin' up L's, throwin up B's Droppin' the five, droppin' the G's, droppin' the Trey's, drop everything We EBK we say fuck everything I gave my .40 a wedding ring Call me MVP I get ahead ya team And we don't got no license for this weaponry Every nigga with me got a felony Every nigga with me gotta let it squeeze Yea this a XD gotta lemon squeeze Ima real nigga, no lim Not a GD, not a BD, not a MC, not a 4C, not a VL, Diamonds VV I'm just G Herbo rocking gucci skeet the GT Got that G-Loc on me hollows in there, just on GP aye I was out there with that hard I had that glass Way before Goyard I had that bag I was up on Essex Block I should've been at class They like Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass

Relax your mind, let your conscience feel free You're now fuckin' with Hit-Boy and G-A-M-E It's Dolla $ign in this motherfucker (Dolla $ign) Wrist nigga, big tipper, quarter mill', my wrist, nigga It's the Numinati (bitches) move your body (this is) The newest Audi, gassin' on the shore next to Snoop and Roddy (Niggas) movin' oppy, so we in the coupe with shawties And my nigga Ye just pulled up in two Bugattis Don't ask me how these Hit-Boy classics sound Put the Draco on my face, you can't back me down Soon as the bass drop, asses bounce And bitches just like the blunts, they get passed around Give me the chronic or the cookies, the woods gon' spark to it Niggas tryna ride our wave, we bringin' the sharks to it Where my dawgs at? Glocks gon' bang in the dark to it Brought the Westside back, C-walk in the park to it Game mode, 'bout to change my name to 3Pacs, nigga I'm like three Pacs steppin' in classic Reeboks, nigga We shoot 'til it's empty, then we box niggas It's like an R hangin' from your neck when we Roc niggas Don't change the game for these hoes Plays the game like we's supposed Ty Dolla in this bitch And we high, we ride in that Impala with the clips Don't change the game for these hoes Plays the game like we's supposed Hurricane in the house, nigga Switch hitter, brick flipper, bitch getter, nigga Still here, never left Bandana on my right, Nip tatted on my chest Feel the Hit-Boy drums when they drummin' on the West Chronic smoke in her lungs, got her rubbin' on her breasts What's next? Pourin' champagne on the rose 'Bout to fuck her in the rain 'til her nipples get cold, uh-huh Numinati, put the ice on the gold Got her livin' out the Birkin 'cause my life on the road Whether in or out of town, I gotta floss the Dezzi Get shot, I tell the block, "All dogs go to heaven" I'm not gon' stop, them tops is gon' drop The opps is gon' rot, them guns is gon' pop Been rich for twenty years, this is not your level Wanna show 'em the Hellcat, I just shot the devil, uh Drillmatic up and the bars comin' from Attica I stopped smoking weed and I'm goin' back to Africa Don't change the game for these hoes Plays the game like we's supposed Ty Dolla in this bitch And we high, we ride in that Impala with the clips Don't change the game for these hoes Plays the game like we's supposed Hurricane in the house, nigga Switch hitter, brick flipper, bitch getter, nigga

Singing these Manchester City blues Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true Monetize my pain, and my hurt Commodify my frame, do your work I modify my name, just the first To fit in this lil' game Yeah It's hard chilling with niggas who only Talk about bitches and never 'bout business Misogynistic 'til they sisters get involved Then it's vengeance in the name of feminism of course Bragging 'bout who they piped down when high school fool What about right now? Ouu you wanna fight clown? Want me to put the mic down And leave me Mike Brown, light brown soaked in the concrete Just beyond God's reach So tell me what's next? Boys in blue paint the town red from all the bloodshed Still interrogating myself Tell me how do crocodile tears fall from dry wells You can't confuse fedora boy for a suspect The pen was the murder weapon The muse, "The Weeping Woman" Still tryna paint Picasso circa 1937, it's true I'm just paying my dues and my dudes You out preeing my moves I'm focused on my own two and keep singing these Manchester City blues Drown my liver in a pool of liquor it's true Monetize my pain, and my hurt Commodify my frame, do your work I modify my name, just the first To fit in this lil' game You wanna know why I'm happy? I'm still alive, nigga 'Bout four, five times, I should've died, nigga You see the pain when you look into my eyes Made it to 39, I guess my grandmama lied She said I'd never make it to see 21 My brother didn't, listen, this is where the Henny come 17, he was everything I wanted to be I watched the devil take his life right in front of me I feel strong, but I'm breaking down underneath In Compton, you ain't gotta be the Klan to lay up under sheets A dead body, that's somethin' to see How I end up by myself after travelin' the world a hundred deep? I watched Bobby get shot in his face I seen Lil Kurt intestines fall straight out his waist These eyes, these skies Where the fuck do niggas go when we die? Walking through the grocery store the other day I ran into Taneisha, she was happy to see my face Let me tell you 'bout fate We was 16, tenth grade, murder was the case She was datin' Chico, we was at my grandmama place It was me, Taneisha, Chico, Dan, and Lil Trey We was drinkin', smokin', I fell asleep I woke up 'cause I heard Taneisha screamin', so I peeped In the bathroom door, Chico was just watchin' her While Dan and Lil Trey was climbin' on top of her So I went and grabbed my pop's gun And this the part of the story where you grow some nuts if you ain't got none I cocked that bitch, then I popped one Everybody froze, then the nigga Trey dropped, son I shot my own homie in the grapes, I just couldn't let T get raped Singing these Manchester City blues Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true

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!