Ah (Woo) Yeah Big up squad (Eh-eh-eh-eh) Shout-out for whole gang (Gang shit) Ah, ah (Ah, Keo), look (Ah) The gang gone plus ten (Ah), the opps falling, go bang (Pew) Moving slow for the senses, they co-ops, renegades (No) I ain't making no friends (No), boy, I got bigger plans (Ah) Selling dope to the fans and going fast on the Benz (Wuh) Dope, money and hoes, that's the life that I chose (Ah) Dope, money and hoes, that's the life that I chose (Huh) Dope, money and hoes, that's the life that I chose (Gang) That's the life that I chose (Look), that's the life that I chose Ga-Ga-Gasto en packs and the low (Low) My momma said she wanna smoke (Smoke) My green man is my bro (Bro) He's gone this year, gotta go home (Ah) They said I'm from the outside, we all came from Spain (Foreign) Boy, I am talking Spanglish, I don't want them knowing what I'm saying Tú a mí no me conoces, solo te sabes mi face (Fake) You might get offended if I put subtitles for you lames (Fuck them) Live my life as a movie 'cause Everybody wanna shoot me (Prr, prr, prr) Están hablando mal de mí, or really they tryna do me? (Keo) Poli por la zona y los nenes ahora son groupies (Ni-no) Bro's still getting locked up 'cause we still doing what we doing (Ah) I still the same (Ah), boy, I've never changed (Ah) Es lo que tiene la fama, yeah, I know what I'm saying (Ah) Catch me up switching lanes (Real), my riders wanna race (Skrrt) The engines and breaks (Break), it cost wigs with these bakes (Skrrt) First always my place (Ah), two times on a chase (Dale) To' pica'o en la autopista 2-40 y un S6 (Fium) He mata'o a esos a traperos (Prr), no veo a ninguno de ellos (Ah) Los dejé a todo' broke (Ah), yo me quedé to' el dinero (Cash; Keo) 'Tán hablando y hablando (Ah), pero hablar no te hace el primero (Ah) Estáis to' el mundo envidiando (Ah) Estáis to' como yo quiero (Ah; prr; Keo) Gang gone plus ten, the opps falling, go bang (Bang) Moving slow for the senses, they co-ops, renegades (Gang) I ain't making no friends (No), boy I got bigger plans (That) Selling dope to the fans (Pew) and going fast on the Benz (Shoot) Dope, money and hoes (Hoes), that's the life that I chose (What?) Drug, money and hoes, that's the life that I chose (Dope, money) Dope, money and hoes, that's the life that I chose (What?) That's the life that I chose (Look), that's the life that I chose I'm not like them (No), I don't even like them (No) I stay with the same gang and it's fam-fam to the end Took my mom out around Europe (Yup), sea fishing in the ark (Ah) Next day back to the darkness, four boss on the block (Block) Gotta throw a bars 'round the block (Ah), they don't wanna see us go up (Gang) Let 'em OGs on the cut (Ah), they don't wanna play or go bad Now they said that I made it, don't God care about none (No) But I grew up on some dirty shit and Turned this into a state of mine (Oh) Oh, ¿qué e' lo qué? (What?), desde el bloque hasta las tres (Ah) 'Tá mi cara en TV (What?) y está muy cara a la vez (Gang) Ahora valgo por diez, ahora salgo y valgo por cien (Ah) Ya no quieren verme estar bien (No), quieren verme y verme caer (Rra) Trapping, trapping, I'm surrounded by bandits (Ah) They cooking bad things, coke and bad bitch Never lacking, lacking, always gotta stay active Moving packets (Shoot), droppin' and paper stacking Noche, Play y paqui, a torno como un camping Ahora hay chapis, chapis y mujeres de papi (Ah; Keo) Keo is balling, they 'on't gotta say nothing (Ah) I don't trust no people, I only talk with my doggies (Ah-ah) Gang gone plus ten (Ah), the opps falling, go bang (Bang, bang) Moving slow for the senses, they co-ops, renegades (Grrt) I ain't making no friends, boy I got bigger plans I'm selling dope to the fans and going fast on the Benz (Fium) Dope, money and hoes (Hoes), that's the life that I chose (Ah) Dope, money and hoes (What?), that's the life that I chose (Ah) Dope, money and hoes, that's the life that I chose (Ah) That's the life that I chose (Ah), that's the life that I chose Ah (Grrt) This shit is Keo Gang in this bitch, man (Grrt, grrt) Dope, money and hoes fo' ever (Skrrt Skrrt), that's the life we chose, man (Grrt, grrt) Fuck all the opps Big up squad, big up DBT, fuck them all Grra

Counting sheep until I'm sound sleep I'm lounging deep in a grave I found Without a sound or peep, I lay in the grond 6 feet Slick as sleet Sneaking a beat Let the breath leak out my mouth Bitch, I want your skull Fuck what's under your skirt You broke my heart and now Ima ima make you hurt Stomp you on the curb and then I'll throw you in the dirt Give you back to the Earth Girl you were something special Yeah you were my fucking first You want to cuddle? We can cuddle in the back of the fucking hearse I don't need your sympathy Make them bitches sing for me Caught up in reality, smoking on some fantasy Put the gun against my head Pull the trigger now I'm dead Bitches wanna count my bread Only let them give me head Sleeping in a tulip bed Smoking green and seeing red Loading up the clip with lead Trigger finger soft as thread No jewels, no chains, I like it that way Don't know what I'm up to until that Glock in your face I pop that bitch and I spray Got these hoes on delay All it take is one word they do whatever I say

Turn the lights all the way Turn the lights all the way down What? Yeah, come on, Big flow Come on, yeah, come on Yo, yo J-A-Y, I flow sick Fuck all y'all haters, blow dick I spits the game for those that throw bricks Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, chicks, what? Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street Only wife of mines is a life of crime And since life's a bitch in miniskirts and big chests How can I not flirt with death That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us We gonna sin a lot and pray to Christ, forgive us Fuck it, ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggas Y'all can't floss on my level I'll invite you all to get wit' us if ya ball is glitter When I go all the Harlem playas wall my picture If you get close enough, you can read the scripture It reads "Money, cash, hoes", how real was that nigga, what? Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (what?) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (uhh) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (come on) Money, cash, hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (what?) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (uhh) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (come on) Money, cash, hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Flavors robust, platinum and gold touch Y'all rap now, fast money, let's slow it up Niggas try to stop Jay-Z to no luck Roc-A-Fella forever CEO, what? What? Us the villains, fuck your feelings While y'all playa hate, we in the upper millions What's the dealing? Huh, it's like New York's been soft Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings I'm tryin' to restore the feelin', fuck the law, keep dealin' More money, more cash, more chilling I know they gon' criticize the hook on this song Like I give a fuck, I'm just a crook on this song Bed Stuy Brooknon took on the world Shit, I led a life you can write a book on Sex, murder, and mayhem, romance for the street Man and I'll tell ya, it'll be the bestseller Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (what?) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (uhh) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (come on) Money, cash, hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (what?) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (uhh) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (come on) Money, cash, hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) DMX and my dogs bite Jigga, my nigga rhyme all night Thugs for life, one night with this rap shit Let 'em go and I bet they know what'll happen When we clap shit Actin' like we owe 'em somethin' Then we show 'em somethin' Talk greasy, I think they found 'em down the road or somethin' Fuckin' wit' a madman in a bad mood It's like fuckin' wit' a mad dog that wasn't fed food The only thing that's stoppin' him is you, what? 'Cause the only thing that he'll be droppin' is you, what? Choppin' in two Drop it to Clue and the response from the street This was one dog that loves raw meat But gettin' back to just 'cause I love my niggas I shed blood for my niggas Let a nigga holler "Where my niggas?" All I'ma hear is, "Right here my nigga", come on Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (what?) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (uhh) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (come on) Money, cash, hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (what?) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (uhh) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (come on) Money, cash, hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Roc-A-Fella shit, uh, uh Ruff Ryders, my nigga Swizz Uh, uh, uh, uh Don't stop, biatch Uh, uh, uh, yeah Respect the game, yo Okay, okay, okay, so now the guy's working for Jay-Z Any problems? He can go to Jay-Z Trouble writing a song? He can go to Jay-Z Beef with his label? With other rappers? He can call Jay-Z But now the guy is gotta come up with Jay-Z's money every week no matter what Ain't selling any records? Fuck you, pay me Oh, you want me in your video? Fuck you, pay me No one's coming to your shows, huh? Fuck you, pay me And then what do you do when you can't borrow another dollar from the label? You can't sell the singles in the stores? You light a match, you blow the joint

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!