It Ain't Nuthin' (Remix) - Snoop Dogg

Yah You dig (yeah) Uncle Jim Dolph It's just a whole lot of money Nigga please, you ain't got as much guap as me You don't wanna go dollar for dollar You don't wanna go bottle for bottle You don't wanna go bitch for bitch 'Cause all I ever fuck with is models (yeah) I'm a motherfucking player, my nigga (player) If she bad, I'ma slay her my nigga Yeah Stunting ain't nothin' to me (ain't nothing) Pimping ain't nothing to me (ain't nothing) Balling ain't nothing to me (ain't nothing) Popping bottles, that ain't nothing to me (ain't nothing) Driving foreign cars ain't nothing to me That ain't nothing to me (I'm stunting, yeah) Stunting ain't nothing to me Look at this shit, it ain't nothing to me (ayy) You don't even know what I'ma do when I'm in the zoo looking at the zebras (ayy) All these hoes they some fucking cheetahs (ayy) Uh-huh, they some fucking cheetahs (ayy) Throwed off, nigga on the reefah I've been drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking (henny) Hennesy going all through my system Don't let your bitch be a victim These niggas looking sad (ayy), I'm running round with bags (rich nigga) I'm into popping tags, I ain't even gotta brag (brag) Money talk for me, I'ma do the money walk down Hollywood leave my name on Hollywood nigga Your pockets looking brittle, you a rat, Stuart Little (get away from me) Ten thousand dollar outfit, she can tell I'm a rich nigga (bow) Came out my momma like a boss Got these hoes singing Diana Ross (huh) Making big moves constantly EA need to sponsor me (2K) Swagged up can't take it off of me Eardrummers we a damn monopoly I remember I ain't have a pot to pee Now a days I'm everywhere the guala be (yea) When I follow bitch you gotta swallow me (swallow) I ain't tricking bitch, it ain't Halloween (nah) We can't kick it bitch ain't no soccer team I don't wanna talk, I ain't Socrates Nigga please, you ain't got as much guap as me You don't wanna go dollar for dollar You don't wanna go bottle for bottle (you don't wanna do it) You don't wanna go bitch for bitch (huh) 'Cause all I ever fuck with is models (yeah) I'm a motherfucking player, my nigga (player) If she bad, I'ma slay her my nigga Yeah Stunting ain't nothin' to me (ain't nothing) Pimping ain't nothing to me (ain't nothing) Balling ain't nothing to me (ain't nothing) Popping bottles, that ain't nothing to me (ain't nothing) Driving foreign cars ain't nothing to me That ain't nothing to me (I'm stunting) Stunting ain't nothing to me (ain't nothing) Look at this shit, it ain't nothing to me Huh Stuntin ain't really nothing, I walk like a jack in a box I hop out the drop Don't leave it to Beaver, just leave it to me Gucci Mane making two million a week Gucci earrings two hundred a pop I cop when I shop, I don't know how to lease Running like I don't even know how to sleep (know how to sleep) You remind me of my Bentley GT On Magic on Monday I throw up the money I'm a man crush every day of the week I'ma ball hard like it's Super Bowl Sunday A fool with the chewing, she chewing the D What in the hell is she doing to me? SWV got me weak in the knees Give her the trophy for the throat of the week Gucci the GOAT, got my foot on a throat And my feet on the wood like I play in the league Criss-crossing the country like crossing the skreet And I feel like the Pope all these crosses on me If you still selling dope then I'm giving you hope 'Cause ain't none of them getting more money than me I'mma keep giving them something to see Honestly, none of them fucking with me (It's Gucci!) Nigga please, you ain't got as much guap as me You don't wanna go dollar for dollar You don't wanna go bottle for bottle (you don't wanna do it) You don't wanna go bitch for bitch (huh) 'Cause all I ever fuck with is models (yeah) I'm a motherfucking player, my nigga (player) If she bad, I'ma slay her my nigga Yeah Stunting ain't nothin' to me (ain't nothing) Pimping ain't nothing to me (ain't nothing) Balling ain't nothing to me (ain't nothing) Popping bottles, that ain't nothing to me (ain't nothing) Driving foreign cars ain't nothing to me That ain't nothing to me (I'm stunting) Stunting ain't nothing to me (ain't nothing) Look at this shit, it ain't nothing to me Uh Nah, that ain't nothing to me Boy, I get money in my sleep Buy a new car every week Get a new bitch everyday, ayy Fuck what you heard, fuck what you say Send them hitters where you stay You don't wanna go shooter for shooter You don't wanna go million for million You don't wanna go bitch for bitch I got bitches in Hawaii (yeah) I got bitches down in Houston Some millionaires and some boosting Might call your bitch to make a movie And you know it's X rated Like you know my weed strong And this Sprite I'm drinking medicated Break out the dice, let's shoot (let's shoot) I'm selfish, I only buy coupes (coupes) Told a bitch to bring one friend Hardheaded ass bitch brought two Look one of them in the eye, said "I already fucked you, why she brought you" I'm a player, these bitches, they love me In the club passing out bubbly (just like that) Bitch, I'm the shit like Ruffin Can't a nigga tell me nothing (it's down) I'm out in Hollywood drugging (drugging) Young nigga paid and thugging (yeah) Dolce Gabbana tuxedo (ha) Trap nigga like Nino (brown) Just had a bad bitch trio One Mexican and one Creole (ha) Nigga please, you ain't got as much guap as me You don't wanna go dollar for dollar You don't wanna go bottle for bottle (you don't wanna do it) You don't wanna go bitch for bitch (huh) 'Cause all I ever fuck with is models (yeah) I'm a motherfucking player, my nigga (player) If she bad, I'ma slay her my nigga Yeah Stunting ain't nothin' to me (ain't nothing) Pimping ain't nothing to me (ain't nothing) Balling ain't nothing to me (ain't nothing) Popping bottles, that ain't nothing to me (ain't nothing) Driving foreign cars ain't nothing to me That ain't nothing to me (I'm stunting) Stunting ain't nothing to me (ain't nothing) Look at this shit, it ain't nothing to me

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!