(ProHoeZak music) Get your a- off TikTok, doin' that nasty dance B-, get my money (uh) Get up, get your a- off IG (IG), all in the camera all day B- get my money, b- get my money (uh) Get it good now Turn that s- off and move your a- (uh) Turn that s- off and shake your a- (woo) Turn that s- off and move your a- (uh) Get my money, b- make it fast Break bread or fake dead and kill it back All greens, by all means, we into that Front, back, run it up, now run it back For a repost, cuz, I need a hundred racks Top dollar, hip-hop, the Impala No bark, all bite, Rottweiler Test him out, stressed him out, no Popped him out and stretched him out, oh (get it good now) Time keeps slippin' These b- in my DM but I can't pay attention They wishin' and itchin', a message to you b- If you really wanna shine, get up off that timeline TikTokin' with no money in your pocket On the 'Gram all day, girl, stop it I'm tryna get you some game, you lame You b- love doin' somethin' strange for a little change Get your a- off TikTok, doin' that nasty dance B- get my money (uh) Get up, get your a- off IG (IG), all in the camera all day B- get my money, b- get my money (uh) Get it good now Turn that shit off and move your a- (uh) Turn that s- off and shake your a- (woo) Turn that s- off and move your a- (uh) Get my money, b- make it fast Na-na-na-na-na-na, I f- your baby mama (what up, though?) Nevermind that, find that correct angle He's a square b- I'm a rectangle Don't be a stranger to danger, my anger ranges Filter to filter, your face is changin' As strange as it is I keep makin', you keep shakin' (get it good now) Rollin' through, you're scrollin' through your phone Thirsty trap, you thirsty rat, you're wrong First to clap, I snatch your purse and gone Knick knack patty wack, take that b- home The way that she dance, I'm gon' take that b- home Show her my zone then I make that b- moan This how we dance when we hear this song Don't take your phone, you won't be here that long Get your a- off TikTok, doin' that nasty dance B- get my money (uh) Get up, get your ass off IG (IG) all in the camera all day B- get my money, b- get my money (uh) Get it good now Turn that shit off and move your a- (uh) Turn that s- off and shake your a- (woo) Turn that s- off and move your a- (uh) Get my money, b- make it fast Turn that s- off and move your a- (uh) Turn that s- off and shake your a- (woo) Turn that s- off and move your a- (uh) Get my money, b- make it fast Make that money, don't let it make you If you hustle like Dogg and you get it times two Def Jam Records, n- thought you knew Make that money, don't let it make you If you hustle like Dogg and you get it times two Def Jam Records, n- thought you knew (get it good now)

ProHoeZak Music Every time I twist one up You always need to come right on by (come right on by, yeah) You ain't never got no money with you Always wanna get a free high (get a free high, yeah) So don't be fuckin' (who takin' roaches out my ashtray?) With the roaches in my ashtray Don't be touching (you takin' roaches out my ashtray?) Not my roaches in my ashtray I be loving (who takin' roaches out my ashtray?) All my roaches in my ashtray So don't be fuckin' (you takin' roaches out my ashtray?) With the roaches in my ashtray Nigga slid up in my car in the passenger seat Talking my ears off, adjusting my beat Stashed my heat up under my seat Stepped out my ridе, holla'd at a few freaks Take a couplе flicks, mac a bitch Baby what's your name? (Passionate) Fashion Nova, fashion fit Dogg, where the weed at? Ain't that a bitch I'm gibbing right now, it's Thanksgiving right now Showing baby how I'm living right now Clear the crowd, back to my car, no squares in my circle Bodyguard hard, could've swore I left a blunt in my ashtray Little homie slid up on me, pulled a fast play, but this the last play Don't be fucking with my roaches in my ashtray Hate to see ya coming, love it when you walk away Every time I twist one up You always need to come right on by (come right on by, yeah) You ain't never got no money with you Always wanna get a free high (get a free high, yeah) So don't be fuckin' (who takin' roaches out my ashtray?) With the roaches in my ashtray Don't be touching (you takin' roaches out my ashtray?) Not my roaches in my ashtray I be loving (who takin' roaches out my ashtray?) All my roaches in my ashtray So don't be fuckin' (you takin' roaches out my ashtray?) With the roaches in my ashtray Seat on recliner, suede headliner Just pulled in Mel's Diner, line of Chevy's, Lacs, name it, it's there Fresh wet paint, leather interior Players are everywhere Nothing but love and good bud in the air (yeah) Guap took his camera out Taking pictures of the homies in their cars While they hittin' switches, some knocking bitches Me, I'm on a mission Fuel-injected, front end suspension Wishing the whole world roll like we ride There's always one homie trying to get that free high Shit never fails, yeah, this shit for sale Skip the bail, put the shit on scale This the last day, for your last play Quit fucking with the roaches in my ashtray Every time I twist one up You always need to come right on by (come right on by, yeah) You ain't never got no money with you Always wanna get a free high (get a free high, yeah) So don't be fuckin' (who takin' roaches out my ashtray?) With the roaches in my ashtray Don't be touching (you takin' roaches out my ashtray?) Not my roaches in my ashtray I be loving (who takin' roaches out my ashtray?) All my roaches in my ashtray So don't be fuckin' (you takin' roaches out my ashtray?) With the roaches in my ashtray Say man, you niggas think y'all crafty, huh? Sitting in my car, adjusting my music Telling me how sweet my car is And all of a sudden my roaches is missing Say man, don't be fuckin' with the roaches in my ashtray You hear me?

Move your head back back back back Lean it to the side (lean it to the side) Lean it to the side (yeah) Tell me if you're high (I'm high) Move your head back back back back Lean it to the side (lean it to the side) Lean it to the side (yeah) Tell me if you're high (I'm high) Block talk from the jaw, woodgrain in my paw Car drippy like a spa, oughta be against the law Baddest bitch I ever saw (ever saw) Suck a ball through a straw, make you run up in her raw Bust big cole slaw (cole slaw) Big stack in her bra, got her shape from her mom Scratch a ho with her claw (with her claw) Work at Jamba Juice at the mall My VS hittin' (yeah), diamonds giggin' (uh) Not Foster Farm but I'm having chicken (yeah) Got muscle on the streets and I've been to prison If you spook me, you gon' come up missin' Born to fail, but I'm anointed Run up on me and get disappointed Got 30 in the clip like a half-an-hour Blowin' on a pack of leprechaun flowers Everywhere I go (everywhere, mayne) I stay high I stay high, all the time Even when I'm blowed (even when I'm blowed, mayne) I stay high I stay high, all the time (BIATCH!) Fuck it, I'ma hit, pick it up tonight Everybody know B-la light bright Damn near white, really don't matter the hype Long as she servin' it right Brand new bike, Rolie on the way 'Bout to get away down to Half Moon Bay What I'm tryna say, fuck with the kid Promise, little mama, you gon' wish you did (Talk to 'em) Yeah, thing about B, I be really on (really on) Cartiers on, I be in the zone (in the zone) Probably on the phone tryin' to get a bag (get a bag) With the LS2 in the deuce rag (deuce rag) I be runnin' drag (runnin' drag), Bruce Jenner (Bruce Jenner) Tell her anything when I'm runnin' in her (runnin' in her) Probably fuck again little after dinner (after dinner) Let he know she a winner right before I spend her (BIATCH!) Everywhere I go (everywhere, mayne) I stay high I stay high, all the time Even when I'm blowed (even when I'm blowed, mayne) I stay high I stay high, all the time (UGH!) Woop woop, I don't owe nan nigga, I'm recouped couped If I beat your ass in a fight, don't shoot (don't shoot) Your bitch wanna blow me like a flute (BIATCH!) I'm smokin' on the vapor, I'm breaded up like a baker Treat a Mercedes just like a Buick LeSabre Friends think I'm crazy, think I'ma wife her and save her All up in the Kool-Aid without no flavor Bad attitude with a slick talk (slick talk) You can feel it in the floor when the chick walk (chick walk) Ice in the bezel of the wristwatch (wristwatch) Bag cherry red like lip gloss (lip gloss) Stay pissed off (pissed off), irritated (irritated) Think you'll feel better if you medicated Or even if you try a little meditation And focus on me and on this paper chasin' Everywhere I go (BIATCH!) I stay high (that's right) I stay high, all the time Even when I'm blowed (even when I'm blowed, mayne) I stay high (I stay high) I stay high, all the time (all the time) Let me that, bruh (yeah) Let me hit that shit

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!