Hat 2 the Bacc - Snoop Dogg

Man my daddy told me "Boy when i was your age i had to walk 13 miles to school" I said "Oh is that why u didnt graduate" (hahaha) Chours: Talkin noise wit all my home boyz, Finna go back 2 school (her titties bigger then they were last summa man), Wit a mouth fulla beer and a nose fulla weed, finna acting like a fool ('cause last year she has those little stickle more titties) Momma Momma, go to the university of smokin marajuana, alla my friend go to USC, so im gunna tag along and hit the bong wit them, walkin through the masses, lookin 4 my classes, i cant concentrate on the teachers, surrounded by titties and asses. Spent alotta money on some brand new clothes tryin impress these brand new hoes, laugh every time i have sex wit a chick, baby dont go im an ex-convict, walkin 'round campus with my fro on, dick, every 20 seconds i be grabbin my dick, fulla achohol at the footbal games, doin more drugs then my nigga Rick James, my GPA's droppin at a very fast rate, it'll take a mirical 4 me to graduate, maybe i wont, maybe i will, stressed out Poppin pills in my Coupe Deville. Chorus: Talkin noise wit alla my home boyz, Finna go bak to school (say what Afro muthaf**kin M A N), Wit a mouth fulla beer and a nose fulla weed, finna actin like a fool (Cook it lata cook it lata humpbak humpbak afromans da bomb!) How do I party and still pass, i hardly ever go to class, i got a golden eagle on my stolen reel, if u want it from me its illegal, 'cause im Afroman the edicated crip on a rock cocaine schollership, cook that crack until its done, use that 4 my negro college funds. Broke minoritys sellin dope to sum bitches in sorieties, shes drikin 1 too many 40's, she took her clothes off now we havin orgies (f**kf**kaf**k!)Baby i dont mean to act kewl but u told be u would never f**ka f**ka black dude, Colt 45 musta got u in the mood to eat a fat dick like a suka soul food. Talking noise with all my homeboys, Finna go back to school, (Im outa style with a big blue ***, now im fron the west coast dont give a str8 f**k) wit a mouth fulla beer and a nose fulla weed, yu know your acting like a fool, (yayo) Hey fellas can i get jiggy wit it ya so check it out rite ya, hey home boy dont f**kaf**ka stress, i got thte answers to the f**kinf**ka test, my college professa smoke alot f**ka grass, she gunna make sure we f**kinf**ka pass, thats how u pass triagnomitry, sell dope to yur teacher use nigganomitry, on the microphone theres not a rapper bomb as me and on the police pushin, nobody's calm as me YA know whats f**kaf**ked up, black people in college at so stucka stuck up, so self conciense and insequer, ya wanna speak bak but ya really aint sure, look at me, whatdya see ya, ya see the OG u ashamed to be, so f**k u, u pretty lil rich frat boy u can suck my dick just like that boy Talkin noise wit alla my home boyz(say wha) Finna go bak to school,(my name is afroman wha, u c me every night) wit a mouth fulla beer and a nose fulla weed, you know your actin like a fool, (eh bus sumthang for the bitches, they think were really gullable n shit) I said "honey ya got sum sexy looks, ya need money to buy yur text books" get it wet and i can et it hard and we can slide yur vaginal credit card, computer computer girl, computer girl, cum to my house and be my toutor girl, while we study can we smoke a lil Buddah girl, raise yur shirt and lick the nipples on yu hootaz girl, open up yur legs baby u da girl, stick out yur tounge and let me shoot it girl (f**ka) Talkin nosie wit alla my home boyz, Then we go bak to school,(eh man, anybody got some condoms? anybody got sum weed where u at 'cause), wit a mouth Fulla beer and a noise fulla weed, you know you actin like a fool,(everybodys gonna get pussy w/ this song) Talkin noise wit all My home boyz, Then we go bak to school, (no body got no condoms? give me a sandwich bag with some rubber bands), wit a mouth fulla beer and a Noise fulla weed, you know your actin like a fool, Im the hungry husla Afrom-muthaf**kuin-man, give a mad shout out to all my Gmosobbies up there in Palmbdale, Califrnia, or i like to call it Pimpdale, Pimpafornia, and to all my hams way to there in Caldiysberg, Mississippi, or should i call it Cadies-herb, Missa-hippie, but im gunna combinded the 2 so im gunna show the whole world to give a shout out to Palmbberg, Calisippi and Paddisdale, Missafonny, lord have mercy thats that marajuna talkin(marajunana talkin!) And givin a mad shout out to all the paracites, of should i say misquitos, or should i say Misquite-hos, hoverin round me like ya wanna suck me dry, but y'all cant have No money and u know y, ill tell ya y, go suck Dr. Dre up, sucka dick untill ya Hicciup, F**KA!

Yeah, yeah (June, you're a genius) Fuck the hood you claim, I'm on that off the rip Straight out the gate I ain't no rat, I ain't no ho or bitch, huh Them niggas playin', ain't never blow no sticks Got tired of totin' F&N 'cause it don't hold no switch Pop out at yo' show, yeah we want dog You know that shit you did, stop coppin' pleas up on them calls I told lil' bro 'nem chill, we got the lo' on they whole squad They gon' post 'em on the news, and in the blogs We dump with kids in their cars My shorty on the run, I be with hot niggas That OG pack, this shit hit stronger when it's opps in it The hood is way too turnt, so I just pop in it Met that boy outside, right at the store, cause' Up them drugs and left some shots in him That's my baby, know we steppin' for big cuddy You know that's brother, treat his momma like my mother Before I shed a tear, we up the sco', that's how we comin' Givin' statements, niggas tellin' and be hoes when they in public Nigga this that get back, get back Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back Nigga this that get back, get back Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back Nigga this that Ain't fuckin' with no nigga if he told I had a few homies I used to love, turned into hoes That money bring envy, these niggas pussy playin' roles For that clout they sell their soul, ain't no code Seen real niggas turn to trolls I miss my nigga GG, we on hunt though Put that on gang, ain't sayin' names, you know it's up though Boss of my city, I'm really cut, watch who you come for Ain't tryna talk to no big homies Bitch it's up, don't give a fuck, them niggas done for Catch them niggas lackin', we got action Pop out in your city, Ski up that ratchet, we in traffic Got choppers and glizzies, Drac' hold a hundred, that's a Patek Free lil' Rello, bitch we active I'm with steppers, they gon' whack shit for them Jacksons I was fucked up now I'm good, I grind it out Ain't doin' no talkin' That kind of paper make yo' cause' slime you out They got my baby for a M, I bond him out Give the lawyer thirty racks to slide it out These niggas rats, be hidin' out Nigga this that get back, get back Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back Nigga this that get back, get back Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back Nigga this that

Q.R.N Quando Rondo Nigga, aye Back to the basics nigga, back to the basics Back to the basics nigga, back to the basics Back to the basics nigga, back to the basics Back to the basics nigga, aye 2012, I was twelve at his cell rappin' off of Instrumentals, then Louie told me Quando boy you a fool wit' it 2013 got a .38 revolver, Tuck that in my pants, swear I use to go to school with it This a real life story so I gotta keep it real Stack-stack that money for a lawyer I been told that since a lil' one I be totin' on a Tommy I ain't talkin' 'bout no Hilfiger If it ain't about blue hunnits nigga I don't wanna deal with you Straight off the head but they gon' think that I wrote this Couldn't afford no bed, on the floor with all the roaches Shawty got good head, pussy wet just like the ocean Adderall and the percys the only thing that keep me focused Doubled up with sticks, pistol, I'ma explode it Double cup with drank got me movin' in slow motion I let that hoe meet mother so now she thinkin' she a Bowman I'ma fuck with no rubber see I don't really need no Trojan I was sittin' in a cell when I made that "I Remember" Now I'm fuckin' all these bitches and they name I don't remember I was down bad on my dick just last September Now every diamond on me hittin' cold like last winter Couple months ago see I was sleepin' in a basement Now I'm rockin' all these shows turnin' up on all these stages I had to tell me momma no, I gotta stack it up and save it Real street nigga sweae I came up from the pavement I went to jail for a gun came home went back to the basics I just hit a homerun and I done touched all four bases I know they hate I came up I see the look on all they faces My last bitch changed up I left her in a free agent Too many missed calls, why the fuck they keep on callin' me? Shawty on the block list why the fuck she keep on stalkin' me? Came up from the projects to the top, that's where I ought to be Grippin' on this FN, in case a nigga wanna start me Six plus six, twelve shots, I got two revolvers More money, more problems, they be feelin' on the problem solvers Shop in Neiman Marcus, 1500 for my sneakers Shirt made by Versace and the print came off a cheetah Went to school and got suspended, never listen to my teachers Now my life full of grinnin', turn them haters to believe us Shawty so one-hunnit, swear to God she keep it G tho But if I gotta beat you then baby I don't need you Couple months ago see I was locked behind the cell tho Took a trip to Cali just to spend a bag on Melrose Whole team be ballin', I ain't talkin 'bout no Derrick Rose Deep off in that water I might just went down a well talkin' Labels keep on callin' talkin' about signing I'm like hell no Since like twelve I been on probation I might go back to jail for the chances I'm takin' I might need a cemetery for all of these dead faces Hook] Back to the basics, back to the basics Back to the basics, back to the basics Back to the basics, back to the basics Back to the basics, back to the basics Back to the basics, back to the basics Back to the basics, back to the basics Back to the basics, back to the basics Straight off the head but they gon' think that I wrote this Couldn't afford no bed on the floor with all the roaches Shawty got good head, pussy wet just like the ocean Adderall and the percys the only thing that keep me focused Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Ohh-oh-oh Uhh, uh, uh, uh Ohh, eh, eh, eh Quando Rondo Nigga-a-a-a-a Back to the basics, yeah Back to the basics, yeah Back to the basics, yeah Ohh-oh-oh Back to the basics

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!