Put It In Ya Mouth - Snoop Dogg

(Yo Devin... What up cuh) (It's the Big Mac... Yeah, I got this new shit right here, man) (You might wanna hit this) You can put it in a zag, I'ma put it in a blunt You can sit in the back, I'ma sit in the front No stunt, no pump, it really don't matter 'Cause I got what they want You can put it in a zag, I'ma put it in a blunt You can sit in the back, I'ma sit in the front No stunt, no pump, it really don't matter 'Cause I got what they want They say all day we play and blow See, this is the only thing we know I blow kush again, on the push again With a bad, little, cute, little Mexican Zig Zag how I roll mine You can tell I be a G, how I hold mine I ain't into loaning shit, I'ma own mine Bitch, fuck with me, stumble on a gold mine Break bread or fake dead Punk bitch, this is real life Executive Branch; What it feel like? Catch me if you can, I'm your local kush man Sitting in the stands with 100 grams in my pants And I blow, so much smoke Pure OG, hit it once might choke See I'ma go kick it with a bitch I can poke And you can ride too, High School, take a toke You can put it in a zag, I'ma put it in a blunt You can sit in the back, I'ma sit in the front No stunt, no pump, it really don't matter 'Cause I got what they want You can put it in a zag, I'ma put it in a blunt You can sit in the back, I'ma sit in the front No stunt, no pump, it really don't matter 'Cause I got what they want Uhh, no stems, no seeds Mac gave me all the class that a nigga need Just taught my old bitch how to roll weed And a nigga ridin with me getting high with me Squares are revvin to my young nigga Devin Got to hangin' out with Mac And now we're 24 7 On the go, smoking dro Deep on the Westside Bangin where it's hood at Yep you gotta love that Yep I love that Niggas used to offer but I wouldn't Now I'm all asking where the bud at Making it happen, me and Mac got 2 bitches crackin and They say they tryna smoke weed all night And down for getting tatted Spatted up and tatted up Suit it up and boot it up Pioneers, baby, ain't nothin that you can do to us N. Hale That's the High School Dev and Mac We known to act a damn fool Ya dig? You know what? It may sound crazy, but, uh... Yeah... Dev and Mac High School... It may sound crazy, but, uh... It may sound crazy, but, uh... It may sound crazy, but, uh...

Come on lets put it in gear Hey, ridin' and drivin' been puttin' on mileage I'm comin' correct when I steer Hey, foot on the pedal just turned on the high beams so I can see whoever's near My eyes on the road, but my partner in crime is beside me she peepin' the rear Turn off the music just so we can hear Got the bitch tellin' me wear I should go She got my phone so my eyes on the road Tried to unlock it, but I switched the code Yeah, little she know Got eyes on my back, I'm watchin' her lurk Protectin' what's mine, that's always for sure Been puttin' in work it's startin' to work This life is a trial, you live and you learn I gotta go out and retrieve what is mine Make sure that everyone eats when we dine Take me for granted I'm cuttin' the line Take me for granted I'm cuttin' the line I don't have the time for a phony Aye, You can catch me with the homies They the only ones that know me Actually nobody knows me Really I'm puttin' in work for the people I fuck with I'm not lettin' anyone down Everybody gets an at bat with the same pitcher at the mound I'm swingin' for home runs But I'm hittin' grand slams I heard he a rookie boy He ain't no champion Come on lets put it in gear Hey, ridin' and drivin' been puttin' on mileage I'm comin' correct when I steer Hey, foot on the pedal just turned on the high beams so I can see whoever's near My eyes on the road, but my partner in crime is beside me she peepin' the rear Turn off the music just so we can hear Got the bitch tellin' me wear I should go I got her scannin' and trackin' the road She askin' me if I'm ready to go I'm always on go mode I don't know what it is I always had it It's part of bein' different from the average Honestly I can't put it into words You wouldn't understand me if you heard No, no, no, no Honestly I can't put it into words You wouldn't understand me if you heard No, nooo, woah Lately I can't put it all into words And you wouldn't understand me if you heard Come on lets put it in gear Hey, ridin' and drivin' been puttin' on mileage I'm comin' correct when I steer Hey, foot on the pedal just turned on the high beams so I can see whoever's near My eyes on the road, but my partner in crime is beside me she peepin' the rear Turn off the music just so we can hear

[Verse 1] Yeah Listen Emcees don't sleep, wake up check the schedule Class on the mic, turn me up another decible Some think i make money copein through a festival Some think i'm dope, and they put me on a pedistal Some say i'm cocky though, and tell me that my head is full But i don't need 'em though, cause that's what real friends are for And i don't know you man, sorry my attention's short Shouldn't pay attention, to a stupid message board I take it all for what it's worth, you can rest ashore And i don't fall for stupid shit, like sex wit whores I'm on the road to rock shows, and get paid I play hard to get, so i'm hard to get played I stay out the clubs, cause i don't need the static It's hot enough in here, so i stay out of the attic I don't rap wit rappers, so all yall fuck off You aint scared of nothin, so drop all the tough talk [Chorus x2] I got somethin to say, so let me get into it No time for wastin, i aint tryin to be a nuesence No way, i'm tryin to make a point so respect it (I'm holdin it down, and put it all in perspective) [Verse 2] Yeah And when my tongue twist, i run this dumb shit Hit hard like drum sticks, on drum kits, pump this Play this in the streets, for the heads, or the club for the drunk chicks (Yeah) beats bang, plus i spit till my gums split You mighta knew me from the hey now song And i dropped maritimes, another played out song But the real heads know this, Class is the man What these fake heads think, i'm a flash in the pan (Listen) i was spittin before you existed Shit kid, i was enlisted before you showed interest Before you knew how to use furry hoops, or had a clue of master beats, and the rubix cube too I don't handle biz, when i'm smokin my green If you call when i'm high, then you get my machine And any person know kid, it's just how i do it So don't inturupt, when i'm tryna do my music [Chorus] I got somethin to say, so let me get into it No time for wastin, i aint tryin to be a nuesence No way, i'm tryin to make a point so respect it (I'm holdin it down, and put it all in perspective x5) [Verse 3] (Whoo!) and i was raised by my parents, to speak wit manners Growin up fairytale, like believin in santa Got excited over small things, like treats from grandma Same thing now, except it's weed from the manager Love mary jane, shit i think it's awsome It's wierd how pot heads like to brag about their problems Now i got people tryin to say i do coke Well i never put a motherfuckin thing in my nose, okay Do you, but it's not for me, fuck it's all i got, i keep my nostrils clean You could quit with the cost of the talkin and all that Worry bout yourself, not me, now fall back [Chorus] I got somethin to say, so let me get into it No time for wastin, i aint tryin to be a nuesence No way, i'm tryin to make a point so respect it (I'm holdin it down and put it all in perspective) I got somethin to say, so let me get into it No time for wastin, i aint tryin to be a nuesence No way, i'm tryin to make a point so respect it (I'm holdin it down and put it all in perspective x5)

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!