My Fucn House (feat. Young Jeezy and E-40) - Snoop Dogg

Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga Some real shit right here, nigga This will be the realest shit you ever quote My president is black, my Lambo's blue And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too My momma ain't at home and daddy still in jail Tryna' make a plate, anybody seen the scale My president is black, my Lambo's blue And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too My money's light green and my Jordan's light gray And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay, let's go Today was a good day, hope I have me a great night I dunno what you fishin' for, hope you catch you a great white Need I say great white, heavy as killer whales I cannot believe this, who knew it came in bails Who knew it came with jail, who knew it came with prison Just 'cause you got an opinion does that make you a politician Bush robbed all of us, would that make him a criminal And then he cheated in Florida, would that make him a Seminole I say and I quote, we need a miracle And I say a miracle 'cause this shit is hysterical But my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus Tell him forward to Moses and cc: Allah Mr. Soul Survivor does that make me a Konvict 'Be all you can be', now, don't that sound like some dumb shit When you dogged with crude oil as black as my nigga boo It's really a Desert Storm, that's word to my nigga Clue Catch me in Las Vegas, A.R. Arizona Rap for them real niggaz, I'm winnin' in California Winnin' in Tennessee, hands down Atlanta Landslide Alabama, on my way to Savannah My president is black, my Lambo's blue And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too My momma ain't at home and daddy still in jail Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the scale My president is black, my Lambo's blue And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too My money's light green and my Jordan's light gray And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay, let's go I said I woke up this morning, headache this big Pay all these damn bills, feed all these damn kids Buy all these school shoes, buy all these school clothes For some strange reason my son addicted to Polo's Mommies a spinach dip, I'm addicted to use Houston's And if the numbers is right, I take a trip out to Houston A earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New Orleans Street Dreams Tour, I sold my ass in New Orleans Did it for Soulja Slim, brought out B.G It's all love from the beginnin' you Pimp C You know how the pimp be, that nigga gon' speak his mind If he could speak down from heaven, he tell me stay on my grind Tell him I'm doin' fine, Obama for mankind We ready for damn change, so y'all let the man shine Stuntin' on Martin Luther 'cause I'm feelin' just like a king Guess this is what he meant when he said that he had a dream My president is black, my Lambo's blue And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too My momma ain't at home and daddy still in jail Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the scale My president is black, my Lambo's blue And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too My money's light green and my Jordan's light gray And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay, let's go Our history, black history, no president ever did shit for me Had to hit the streets, had to flip some keys, so a nigga won't go broke Then he put us in jail, now, a nigga can't go vote So I spend dough on these hoes is strippin' She ain't a politician honeys a polotician My president is black, Rolls golden charms 22 inch rims like Hulk Hogan's arms When thousands of peoples is riled up to see you That can arouse ya ego, you got mouths to feed So gotta' stay true to who you are and where you came from 'Cause at the top will be the same place you hang from No matter how big you could ever be For whatever fee or publicity, never lose your integrity For years there's been surprise horses in this stable Just two albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label Mr. Black President, yeah Obama for real They gotta' put ya face on the 5000 dollar bill My president is black, my Lambo's blue And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too My momma ain't at home and daddy still in jail Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the scale My president is black, my Lambo's blue And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too My money's light green and my Jordan's light gray And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay, let's go So I'm sittin' here right now man, it's June 3rd, 2: 08 a.m Nigga, I won't say win, lose or draw man We congratulate you already homie See I motivate the thugs right, you motivate us homie That's what it is, this a hands on policy Ya'll touchin' me right nigga, yeah, first black president Win, lose or draw nigga, matter of fact, you know what it is, man Shouts out Jackie Robinson, Booker T Washington homie Oh y'all ain't think I knew that shit, Sidney Poitier, what they do My president is black, I'm important too though

Go, boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Fre, fre, fre, er, Fresh Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Chea, let's get it First I'm gon' stack my flo' and then what? Then I'm gon' stack some mo' and then what? Close shop then I do my count, hide the rest Of the yams at my auntie house and then what? Get Fresh and jump in one of dem cars, damn Hit the club and get one of dem broads and then what? It's a wrap, we on the way to the house By 3: 45 I be kickin' her out, hey Patty cake, patty cake, microwave These suckas make a square, goddamn I'm paid I'm so cool but I'm so hot and I'm I'm so fly and you, you're so not, nope Show me what you're workin' wit just like that Turn around, bend over, bring it back Slow Mannie, Mannie Fresh bring it back It's Mannie Fresh and Snowman, it's a wrap Wrapped up in the club, yeah, I'm so crazy These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze I tried to tell 'em but these niggaz ain't hearin' me Mossberg Pump ridin' shotgun literally, damn Live from the projects, you know what it is Ay, Snowman, what up? Can I get a ad lib? Get the club crunk, can't take that from me Ain't dropped yet, still got a lil' jon money First I'm gon' stack my flo' and then what? Then I'm gon' stack some mo' and then what? Close shop then I do my count, hide the rest Of the yams at my auntie house and then what? Get Fresh and jump in one of dem cars, damn Hit the club and get one of dem broads and then what? It's a wrap, we on the way to the house By 3: 45 I be kickin' her out, hey I see ya lookin' with ya lookin' ass Catch Snowman in the kitchen wit his cookin' ass, chea I'm so clean but I'm so grindin', alright So dirty but yet, I'm so shinin' My nigga Kiki B told me finish my meal, Def Jam Seven figures we can finish the deal, yeah Some say I lucked up, I call it perfect timing, yeah Nigga, I can't lose, the whole city's behind me Go, boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Let's get it First I'm gon' stack my flo' and then what? Then I'm gon' stack some mo' and then what? Close shop then I do my count, hide the rest Of the yams at my auntie house and then what? Get Fresh and jump in one of dem cars, damn Hit the club and get one of dem broads and then what? It's a wrap, we on the way to the house By 3: 45 I be kickin' her out, hey I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares, ay We pop Cris' my niggaz and still drink beer, dat's right What did you expect man? I came from nothin' Real street nigga, wouldn't change for nothin' Got my niggaz out the hood, it's such a wonderful feeling, chea Three car garage wit the twelve foot ceiling, ay It oughta be a crime just to feel this good I swear it oughta be a crime just to be this hood, ayy First I'm gon' stack my flo' and then what? Then I'm gon' stack some mo' and then what? Close shop then I do my count, hide the rest Of the yams at my auntie house and then what? Get Fresh and jump in one of dem cars, damn Hit the club and get one of dem broads and then what? It's a wrap, we on the way to the house By 3: 45 I be kickin' her out, hey

We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on? Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah) We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it We in this bitch, we in this ho I got the .40 on me now, I'm worse than Plaxico Shout to Gangsta Gibbs, he the next to blow You should see my gangster grill, I light the shit from blow Snow ya car transforming, is it a transformer? You ever cook the whole thing on a George Foreman? What about a nine on the gas grill? Four-fifty for the zip, paid my gas bill So many horses in the 'rari, park it in the barn Took the ice up out my cup and put it in my charm And this bad bitch with me from another planet Stay on the satellite phone, man, I can't stand it Hey baby girl, hang the phone up No talking with your mouth full, you's a grown-up What the fuck? Who the hell? Flashback in this bitch, thought I seen a scale We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on? Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah) We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it You know how we handle shit, gangster gutter glamorous Zone One Atlanta shit, over all the amateurs I'm walking off in here, a boss so, dog, approach with caution though Disrespect is tolerated, that's some shit you ought to know Niggas say they ball, yeah, but I'm balling harder though Cold as the nose on a Appalachian Eskimo It finna go down, ho, popping bottles, drown hoes Paid niggas with us, ain't no broke niggas around so Excuse me, who is he? I don't do this usually But I'm too fresh to fight, somebody go and get security I'm buying this, buying that, getting that check and flyin jet Boucheron, Constantine, Puff like, where you find that? American at the nature, boy, a lot of nigga hate your boy Pocket full of money, got more paper than a paperboy Hoes jocking, on Twitter trending topic Future, Jeezy, Cris, and Drama Tip say, let's go get it popping We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on? Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah) We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it I'm popping plenty bottles, like I got plenty bricks Call me Mr. Marcus, I'm in this bitch Super drink, super smoke and some super hoes VIP looking like we won the fucking Superbowl Thirsty chicks trying to give it, I don't want it You been in more laps than the Indy 500 Conjure's what we drinking, faded till the world end Never see me planking, unless I'm on your girlfriend Ludacris, I been a staple in this Southern game Got the best lines, so I guess I'm slinging Southern caine My money's louder, you rappers need to hush more My presidents rock, my accounts are Mount Rushmore On the island and my phone is hitting dead spots Altoid can of blue pills, that's my X-box You could hate, you could diss, you could make a wish But eight albums, and Luda's still in this bitch

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!