You're constantly askin me for somethin And when I say no you get mad, and you be wonderin Am I tryna act funny (no!) about some money I got you baby, you wanna share it with Sonny Well it ain't that much, and what I got I really need it I can't be givin Diana my dollars like Billy Dee did Keep your own hair fixed, get your own nails done Make your own money in case I don't have none But maybe you're hopin I'm a star and you might feel I'll pay a note on your car or a light bill Didn't catch it when you asked me did I come in a benz And did I have enough room for you & some of your friends, but Then it hit me You was bout tryna get some money, yup straight bullshit me (no!) Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you ain't even gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) And if I asked you to help on my rent, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) You like to smoke all the time All my weed, ya eyes lower than mine But shit I ain't trippin, I bought a couple of dranks To get you drunk, dig in ya pussy and get my knuckles to stank A couple of bucks for your tank, yeah I'm cool with that But after I give you this cigarette and you keep askin for shit I'mma ask you if you think it is a lack of respect To pull out my dick and put it on the back of your neck Cuz see these women'll wait, bitches'll beg And 50, 60 dollars just might get you some head But I'd rather spend my money on some weed and wine It seems pussy should be free, ain't no need in buyin it Why don't you go half with me? But just like I thought, you was out to bullshit me Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you still ain't gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) And if I asked you to rub on your clit, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) Now you asked me to buy you some gear You said you was tired of wearin the same bullshit all year Them big ol titties and ass is what you use to catch Niggas to buy expensive clothes with shoes to match I'll get some booze and a sack and we can hit the Kings Flea market shop till we drop, I'll probably get you a ring Around your collar want some dollars, hell I'll just foot the bill Give you a new pearl necklace and some polish for your grill I'm glad that I can satisfy the women with needs But when you want too much I'll put Jimmy up in you then leave I got three minutes left on my phone card Times are tougher than my dick when I'm on hard Can't do nothin for a bitch who can't do nothin for herself But you tryna squeeze a nigga until there's nothin left Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met And you still ain't gave ya boy no pussy yet But if I asked you to suck on my dick, bitch Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!) Or help me to get my transmission fixed, bitch Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!)

I can't stand (I can't stand) stupid bitches I keep away, they ain't ridin (my bone) Have no plans (no plans) with stupid bitches I tend to stray from stupid bitches

It ain't easy to get a piece of mind lately Bunch of grown ass men, little crybabies They wanna live like me, with their hands out But ain't shit free I started with a half ounce I worked miracles with that bag I seen killers turn snitch, when shit go bad I don't wanna make my little girl miss her dad So much work in the car I hadn't pissed my pants We was right in Wyoming, about to pass Cheyenne Two unmarked cars on our ass Shit's crazy, real d-boy stories I remember being broke, we don't live past 40 these days Got to go and get it Cant expect shit to come to you Streets you got to hit it Dont wait for no one what you're gonna do Got to go and get it Peoples problems tend to run to you It's up to you to fix it Story of a hustler Since we tell stories true homie On some shit you never knew homie Momma was a trap star South bay flipping bricks from fast cars You see it in my genetics From me to go out and get it Being broke is pathetic In the hole with no credit That don't forget it so that i never go back Scared of the dark im stacking these packs Keep them as its elevated On the lemonade and key lime sub line Still so fucking faded Almost forgot the last 3 lines Got to go and get it Cant expect shit to come to you Streets you got to hit it Dont wait for no one what you're gonna do Got to go and get it Peoples problems tend to run to you It's up to you to fix it Story of a hustler They say we're old school They say we're veterans They say we're seasoned Some say that we're legends But to get older am I scared or what Yesterday I saw some grey hair on my nuts Cuts and scratches now don't exist Sluts and bitches got good gold on their wrist Shits a little different Change comes with time But they can do what they want to do I'mma still get mine Grind is a way that will never get old Getting high and doing shows until im 74 And if it's positive I'm ready to go If you're blowing then I'm ready smoke Ready to burn Ready to learn Ready to earn Ready to move Ready to groove Devin the Dude Got to go and get it Cant expect shit to come to you Streets you got to hit it Dont wait for no one what you're gonna do Got to go and get it Peoples problems tend to run to you It's up to you to fix it Story of a hustler

(Feat. Devin the Dude) [Chamillionaire] Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Just believe, something real freaky's going down Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Please do not disturb, on the door you see that sign [Hook] Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I'm really feeling you If you can keep a secret, then I'll keep a secret too And this is what we'll do I'll, be your number two I can let you feel on me, if you just let me feel on you Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I know you got a man Your undercover lover, I can be your back up plan And we can just pretend we're, nothing more than friends The sex will never end, that way everybody wins [Chamillionaire] Their dorms, their college, their brains share knowledge I tip toe through the back do', and no one gon' hear about it And if your boo try to search you, and any clue get spotted I hope the lipstick, that is smeared on your top lip is not it Naw we don't sip Hpnotiq, we sipping Henny and some Crimevicts So take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind Your body's calling me informing me, that you're freakier than normally Birthday suit has been worn for me, latex condom put on for me Protection in the briefcaser, plenty of lead with no eraser Trojan Man gotta be safer, ladies that plot for my treat paper Watching a man while he chase her, trying to figure out whether she faithful But the minute that he takes her, break them C-H-I-C taker He running round like he gangsta, don't think your girl can't get lead To the edge of the bedspread, hungry for sex she can get fed Spread her legs or get fed head, she's wearing that yellow pink thong She's got her wedding ring on, but it still never seems wrong, Koopa [Hook] [Chamillionaire] See getting money's like sex, and I'm having a manage G Gold diggers can't F' with me, like I'm having a manage me A hoe see the ice and she start trippin', like your broad can't skeet Koopa get a hot steamy ain't creamy, but uh-naw it ain't T If it's her first time with me, she'll do her thang like she knew me Can't stand a bourgie hoe, a bourgie hoe can't enthuse me or amuse me Can't stand a groupie, cause a groupie's purpose is usually to use me They usually hop on the next dick, when they see 50 Cent or Juve Who he that's Koopa, but he look like 50 Cent oh yeah Well G-G-G-G-ge-ge-ge-get the hell out of here yeah If this ain't just about the sex, don't waste your time Money jewelry and fame, should be the last thing on your mind You steady trying to be like them, Chamillion trying to be like Ben Franklin Cause a girl that I think is feeling me, say she like him aaah Don't worry naw, Koopa not disappointed I look to' as the do', stick my finger out like this and point it Leave, with me it's a ghetto version of Girls Gone Wild Niggas probably heard our sound, gotta use a very large towel To stick under the do' she's moaning, trying to wake up any sleep takers Screamin' obscenities at me, she got a foul mouth like she T. Draper Sheet shaker heat maker, wanna be down then I replace her Cameras'll get your cart I'm smart, you will not ever see the taper What we did let me lace ya, up in some game while she take a Sip of the Henny or a skeet taste of, some of this Rum minus the chaser yeah [Hook] [Chamillionaire] I got some Henn, got some Crime, got some Remmy and it's time To take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind Your body is so fine, girl I'm peeping your design Somehow it feels right, tell me how can I decline Please do not disturb on that door, you see that sign There'll be no interrupting, something freaky on my mind Sipping going doo-own, stripping going doo-own She know what's on my mii-ind, I'm ready to bump and grii-ind Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh [Devin the Dude] Your man used to fuck you down, but now he's slacked up She's runnin' all over town, I think he's gonna need back up I'll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt There's no cork off in my bat, so it's somewhat illegal hit Boom over the fence, rinse off my balls when I'm finished Yes he's probably a good sport, but he's got you playing tennis Running after balls, dodging all your calls You're horny wanna grind him, but you just can't find him So here's what you do, call 832-567 You remember the rest, just ask for Devin Yes I'll come quick, but not too soon Leaving nutted rubbers, all over the room Don't forget to bring the pill, the dress I like and high heels Some extra panties if you will, we can chill I'll never wanna come between you and him, understand But if you ever need a back up plan, I'm your man [Hook]

Riding in my Caddy El Dorado on my gold things Speakers in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing road rage And you know that I'm Too busy to be bothered I don't answer when my phone rings Making money in the music business Like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane Oh bang [Hook 1: Rittz] Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things Speakers in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing road rage And you know that I'm (Ya-uh-ya, ya-uh yeah!) Too busy to be bothered Rolling up and blowing smoke rings Making money in the music business Like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on fire (Yeah!) Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on fire (Yeah!) I'm on fire Rittz up in this bitch They should nickname me classic Driving that classic Cadillac I fashion it in traffic Bout' to drop a classic album Here's a classic song to match it Jordans on my feet I hit the gas and then I pass them Smell the weed I'm chiefing Had to crack the window gasping Cussing out my homie Cuz' he's ashing on the missus in the back I said you pushin it You almost burned a hole Right through the cushions in my pillow seats They padded like a mattress Million dollar motive Call me Jonny Global Funny I remember how it felt when I was local Now we travel coast to coast Spanish bitches holler "Hola!" When I'm in my Arizona Home It's candy coated LoLo When you ride in chrome or solid gold You gotta showboat In my Monte Carlo Bout' to valet park it up at Fogo Haters they can hate But they can't take away my mojo I took my lady home I hit the club and rolled up solo When I'm Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things Speakers in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing road rage And you know that I'm Too busy to be bothered Rolling up and blowing smoke rings Making money in the music business Like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Pimp Tight, M-J-G I thought I told you serious Not a joke A real juicy pussy Poke her, I Fifty-five driver Never in a disguise, a Real nigga for real 90's era survivor Keep hoes hoeing As long as the wind blowing As long as the friends going That's how you get ten going That's multiplication and communication at its best Power and pimpin My manipulation is the test For all of the ones who think they are the greatest Their popularity is sinking Cuz' there you go again thinking Now I done told y'all niggas Wanting to be the best You gotta learn from the best Cuz' we invented the rest Yeah me and my O-G's The Run D-M-C's E-P-M-D's Rakim's and Eric B.'s The Geto Boys The Bun B's and the Pimp C's You might [?] a trick But you can't charge these I'm gone like a drone High in the sky I'm behind the wheel But I feel like I fly Pulling up chromey Got some cookies on me Continue to keep cool with cops all around me It's hot as Tabasco Press on the gas slow Blew at an ugly bitch She had a whole bunch of ass though Creeping, bending corners Like I did in nine-six $1.50 a gallon for gas Used to be higher'n a bitch Ride all day Smoke all night And play some funky music I hope y'all like In the hood all good Kenwood with the woofers Pulling up on d-boys, thugs, pimps, and hookers Look at D is what they say When they see me When I be coasting They be asking me for weed Because they know that I be smoking Every day, all day Nigga 24/7 I give them a hit then split They be like "Give me more, Devin" But I'm Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things Speakers in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing road rage And you know that I'm Too busy to be bothered Rolling up and blowing smoke rings Making money in the music business Like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on fire Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on fire I'm on fire (Ya-uh-ya, ya-uh yeah!) STRANGE MUSIC

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!