When everyone You thought you knew Deserts your fight I'll go with you You're facing down A dark hall I'll grab my light And go with you I'll go with you I'll go with you I'll go with you I'll go with you I'll go with you I'll go with you I'll go with you Surrounded and Up against a wall I'll shred them all And go with you When choices end You must defend I'll grab my bat And go with you I'll go with you I'll go with you I'll go with you, yeah Stay with me No, you don't need to run Stay with me, my blood You don't need to run Stay with me No, you don't need to run Stay with me, my blood You don't need to run If there comes a day People posted up at the end of your driveway They're calling for your head and they're calling for your name I'll bomb down on them, I'm coming through Do they know I was grown with you? If they're here to smoke, know I'll go with you Just keep it outside, keep it outside, yeah Stay with me No, you don't need to run Stay with me, my blood You don't need to run Stay with me No, you don't need to run Stay with me, my blood You don't need to run You don't need to run You don't need to run You don't need to run You don't need to run If you find yourself In a lion's den I'll jump right in And pull my pin And go with you I'll go with you I'll go with you I'll go with you (you don't need to run) I'll go with you I'll go with you (you don't need to run) I'll go with you My blood, I'll go with you, yeah Stay with me No, you don't need to run Stay with me, my blood You don't need to run Stay with me No, you don't need to run Stay with me, my blood You don't need to run You don't need to run You don't need to run You don't need to run You don't need to run Stay with me No, you don't need to run Stay with me, my blood

Dre, I see dead people Modern vampires of the city Hunting blood Blood Blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood (yo Dre) Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood (thought I was dead) Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood (West Coast) I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga, Dre shot ya Brought me back from the dead That's why they call him the doctor The 'Math gon' drop him And 50 ain't rocking with him no more It's okay! I get it popping Whole club rocking, like a six-four Impala Drink Cris', throw it up, call the shit hydraulics Then piss in the cup, call the shit Hpnotiq (brrrrat!) I bleed Compton, spit crack and shit chronic And you new niggas ain't shit but new niggas Bathing Ape-shoe niggas, I'm talking to you, niggas Bouncing in the '64, throwing up West side, man Sell another five million albums? Yes, I am Fresh like "Damn, this nigga did it again A hundred thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim" Inside the Lambo shotgun with Snoop What would the motherfuckin' West Coast be Without one crip and One blood One blood One blood One blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood One blood I'm from the Westside of the six-four Impala Where niggas say, "Where you from?" We don't never say "Harlem" Bandanna on the right side, gun on the left side Niggas in New York know how to throw up the Westside Word to Eazy, I'm so ill, believe me I made room for Jeezy But the rest of you niggas better be glad you breathing All I need is one reason I'm the king, and Dre said it, "The West Coast need me" I don't know why you niggas keep trying me Everybody know that I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty And I ain't gotta make shit for the club What DJ gon' turn down the thirty-eight snub? You 38 and you still rapping? Ughhh I'm 26, nigga, so is the dubs On the '07 Hummer, hop out, no bodyguards When the chronic smoke clear all you gon' see is One blood One blood One blood One blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood One blood I ain't got beef with 50, no beef with Jay What's beef when you getting head in the six-trey? And the double Game chain, I keep 'em on display Black T-shirt, so all you see is the A Turn on the TV, and all you see is the A You niggas better make up a dance and try to get radio play Keep on snapping your fingers, I ain't going away I don't regret what I spit, 'cause I know what I say And niggas talking about me, they don't know when to stop I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle holding the Glock No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop Wait 'til Lil Jon come on and let off a shot I had the number one billboard spot Niggas stepped on my fingers, and I climb right back to the top I'm B.I.G., I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm 'Pac This ain't shit but a warning 'til my album drop

One blood circle on the ocean Are we still at war anymore? We left our country We left our friends It feels dead cold on the floor On the floor We are hunted They tease our freaking Are we still human anymore? I lost my bible I lost my gun Am I myself anymore? Anymore I lost my son in the ocean His body lies on the shore I lost my son in the ocean His body lies on the shore On the shore On the shore On the shore

Don't disrespect me. Do not disrespect. I don't disrespect you niggas, I don't bother you niggas. I get my money the way I do. Leave me alone. I don't disrespect you niggas. Leave me alone. Don't disrespect me. Please, just leave me alone. I'm getting my money the way I do, I'm in my own comfort zone. Leave me alone. Don't disrespect me. Keep to myself, you keep your yourself. Leave me alone Radio, TV, and even the press They want the meaning of V-A-P-O-R-S Now the meaning of this word without no doubt Means nobody wants to be down when you're down and out Now when you established and got a lot of money Everybody wants to be your buddy and honey Like tall buildings they call skyscrapers (Here comes the vapors) Can you feel it, nothing can save ya For this is the season for catching the vapors And since I got time, what I'm gonna do Is tell you how it's spreading throughout my crew Well you all know Nate Dogg, who sings on my records "Never Leave Me Alone", "Ain't No Fun", now check it Back in the days before Nate Dogg began He used to try to holler at this girl named Pam The type of female with fly Gucci gear She haad a big [?] with a weave in her hair When they tried to kick it, she'd always fess Talking about, "Baby please, you out here serving stress" Since he wasn't no type of big chronic dealer The homie Nate Dogg didn't appeal to her But now he sport boots that match with his suits Push a Lexus Coupe that's extra cute And now she stopped fronting and wants to speak and Be coming round the Pound every single weekend To get his beeper number she be begging please Dying for the day to eat these She caught the vapors He caught the vapors She caught the vapors They caught the vapors He caught the vapors She caught the vapors They caught the vapors I got a little cousin that's kinda plain He bring the heat with the beat for the Dogg Pound gang A mellow type of fellow that's laid back But back in the days he wasn't nothing like that I remember when he used to scrap every day When my auntie would tell him he would never obey He wore his khakis hanging down with his starks untied And a blue and grey cap that said the Eastside Around my neighborhood the people treated him bad They said Daz was the worst thing his mom ever had They said he would grow up to be nothing but a gangster Or either in jail, or someone would shank him But now he's grown up to their surprise D-A-Z got a hit record slanging worldwide Now the same people that didn't like him as a child Bumping Dogg Food, Doggfather, and Doggystyle He caught the vapors She caught the vapors They caught the vapors He caught the vapors She caught the vapors They caught the vapors I got another homie from tha L-B-C Known to y'all as DJ Warren G He cut, scratch, transforms with finesse {Scratching} and all that mess I remember when we first started to rock He tried to get this job at Calvin's Record Shop He was in it to win it, but the boss fronted Said "Sorry Warren G but there's no help wanted" Now my homie Warren still tried On and on and on til the like break of dawn To work at tha V-I-P would be the lick But they looked right past him so my homie straight dipped Now for the year after Regulate Warren G is having papers so my homie's like straight He walked into the same record shop as before And the boss be like "Warren, welcome to my store" Offering him a job, but nah he don't want it Damn it feels good to see people up on it Cause I remember when at first they wasn't Now guess what they caught since he busting The vapors He caught the vapors She caught the vapors They caught the vapors He caught the vapors She caught the vapors They caught the vapors Last subject of the story is about Snoop Dogg I had to work for mine to show I was a true hog When I was a teenager I tried to be down But since they wasn't trying to hear me I made the Dogg Pound I saw a crew on 2-1 street and said, "Can I be down champ?" They said no, and treated me like a wet food stamp After getting rejected, I ain't run off the set I sat and wrote some Dogg doo-doo rhymes at my rest When I used to go to parties, they'd make me wait Would have to beg to get on the mic to set MCs straight I ain't never love no hoes I was just into my music They acted like I wanted to keep on hanging with the juzi But now things switched from West to East "Yo dog do you remember me from 21st Street, G? We used to see Daz back in the day" It happens all the time, so brother don't be amazed You caught the vapors He caught the vapors She caught the vapors They caught the vapors He caught the vapors She caught the vapors They caught the vapors

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!