Bellin Strolling with a limp Sagging hard Mainly done by L.A street niggas Bellin Is not just a casual stroll But a way of life A movement First you take the rag Crease it Place it in your back pocket And bell But remember For all you square ass niggas Rips to the left Doggs to the right Not for niggas in tight ass jeans and penny loafers But highly recommended for nigaas sporting Khakis, house shoes and locs Oh my God Yeah, we back motherfucker WC niia, niia, BAAM BAAM! Keep it crackin I'm sick of all this bullshit yacking Ya'll done fucked around And got the Dub reacting Lo-lows, broughams House shoes, or roams Once again its on nigga It's time to G on When it comes to gangsta shit Can't too many fuck with me Hang with me Or ride to the highest level of ridetivity One to the neck Two to the neck I'm sticking them Leaving them scarred Bitch niggas get rode of they yard Hard Get off that shit You lost that shit See how many streets While you talk that shit Fuck who Billboard hanging And who take you banging and slanging I'm the hardest nigga in this game Famin The only one remaining It's time for confrontation The only one that's gonna swing them thangs Swinging with the Titanium flaming With the gun safety on F'n Fuck the whole world loc I'm bellin Yeah I got the remedy To make you wanna come and ride with me You know I keeps it crackin cause it's a must Cause this the way we bell from dawn to dusk I'm a keep banging that gangsta ish And none of ya'll niggas can fuck with it You know I keeps it crackin cause it's a must Cause this the way we bell form dawn to dusk Sick as they come Sick as thay come WC got that bomb shit That'll numb your tongue Fucking it up In my dum-da-da-dumbs Not a Dump-da-da-dumb Off that wet one Chucking up the finger and thumb Scrap it Clack-clack it And toss the liquor Clip the barrel And hang out the window And get off on niggas Snatch niggas, clap triggers Leave on the back of the grass niggas Fuck all you rapping ass niggas I'm a thank em' Let my nuts hang And dick dangle Come in with the shit that will make you break them ankles Cause I'm an all-season nigga Leave yah leaking nigga Thirsty gutter nigga Use a first... nigga Disappear nigga We gonna be here Been shifting gears And doing this shit for years Off the liquor though Really though Fuck a video I'm getting in these hoes Nigga fuck what you yellin I'm Bellin If you see me saggin Don't say nothing It's just the way we bell When you see these Chucks You know I don't give a fuck It's just the way we bell Roll them in Wrote this song again Pull them out and let them glide Hang them high Put them hankies in the sky Out of town niggas what you need Hit me Get with me Get tuned in to the realist nigga in this city And if you came to LA You never reached out and touched us Trust us Then you must have been fucking with bustas Hell yeah, I said it I'm a hog in this shit Cause my before me was none of this walking shit Keep it real When I was skipping on Benzos and Navies Ya'll was in tight ass pants with murphys in your khakis Ducking Now all of a sudden Niggas start super crippin So nigga taste these slugs Tuckin Nigga tuck in your chain and your tail in And shut the fuck up and make way for these fellas Nigga, I'm bellin

SNOOP DOGG Miscellaneous Stacey Adams"(feat. Kokane Yeah A little something for all the O.G.s out there That put the foundation together Was doin' this thang Before I knew what to do with this thang right here Ya know But just to let them know what time it is And how we get down Me, Kokane, and Battlecat Gone let y'all know how we do this thang here Check this out y'all We stay on point like Stacey Adams 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, can ya dig it? That's real talk baby You know what We stay on point like Stacey Adams That's real talk right there baby (Stacey Adams) [Verse 1:] I'm in a 3 piece suit Looking too cute Mashin' flashin' Lookin' for a prostitute Boo boo, you got that loot I'm watchin' you, you watchin' me It's all to the gravy cuz it's V.I.P And everythang in here movin' belong to me That component set, was given to me By a pimp buddy of mine Disco D. He told me, Frisco E. This here gone be The baddest pimp nigga that you ever gone see Colder than Fillmore Slim Tilt that brim Snoop Dogg gone sell that trick Keep it crackin' like pistachios Get that money And continue to mash these hoes And when the Player's Ball roll around again I'm guaranteed to win You know why? Cuz we [Chorus:] We stay on point like Stacey Adams 24 hours a day, 7 days a week Yea, yea You know why? We stay on point like Stacey Adams You know that's all we know how to do (Stacey Adams) Gee'd up to the feet up [Verse 2:] Not only that but uhh Make it spectacular Put on my black cape And look like Blackula Smack ya up with the shit that I drop 911, call the cops There's a bitch, snitch Ain't that a bitch I can't trust nobody in this sonofabitch I get rich on the fakers who hate Bakin' my cake And catch the Lakers at 8 On channel 9 Pop a bottle of wine Then at 10 hit the club With my nephew Dub 11: 30, talkin' dirty to this little birdy I'm trying to get mine early I can't be seen with your girly Continue to mash these hoes I keep it crackin' like pistachios I get the money first With no rehearsal Snoop D-O double G Still controversial Aahhh [Chorus 3x]

Let cho' mind not be confused If you can walk this walk, nigga take my shoes New fools, you fools, these fools, all y'll Talkin' bad about me and my motherfuckin' dawg He ain't trippin', I ain't trippin' but y'll niggaz still dissin' To me some of these suckers'll never get it Full clip and if I miss it I'ma tip it on the Crip And Dogg House in your mouth, now tell me how you livin' Who the villain, you the villain? Nigga Ren is 'The Villain' My homey from the C-P-T, cold chillin' Now as time flies by I see the game gettin' mo' reala As I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it? I always tend to come widdit Gravy train on your brain, nigga come get it I'm too young to retire, I'm havin' fun wit it See when you learn what to do with it, I'll be done with it, come with it Go, just go away, go away, niggaz can't be trusted Just come back another day, niggaz be on bitch shit Just go far away, niggaz get it twisted Just go away Now she said she don't like a G Well listen here bitch, get the fuck from 'round me You thought you was bout to get a drink on me? I put hands on you bitch like Sugar Free I always let a bitch know her boundaries Same with a nigga, I treat him like a flea You claim to be, you aim to be in my spot Motherfucker, you will get popped, blaow Not knowin' who you fuckin' wit niggaz be on bitch shit Nigga we be fuckin' quick, nigga we ain't talkin' shit When the heat speak, niggaz be on bitch shit Tryin' to get somewhere, coverin' up they biscuit And then he in the club, all up on my dilznick But when I leave, you niggaz pullin' trick shit But it's cool 'cause niggaz gonna miss this 'Cause I'ma keep it all business, what is this? Go, just go away, go away, niggaz can't be trusted Just come back another day, niggaz be on bitch shit Just go far away, niggaz get it twisted Just go away I said let yo' mind not be confused If you can walk this walk, nigga take my shoes New fools, you fools, these fools, all y'll Talkin' bad about me and my motherfuckin' dawg He ain't trippin', I ain't trippin' but y'll niggaz still dissin' To me some of these suckers'll never get it Full clip and if I miss it I'ma tip it on the Crip And DoggHouse in your mouth, now tell me how you livin' Who the villain, you the villain? Nigga Ren is 'The Villain' My homey from the C-P-T, cold chillin' Now as time flies by I see the game gettin' mo' reala As I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it? I always tend to come widdit Gravy train on your brain, nigga come get it I'm too young to retire, I'm havin' fun wit it See when you learn what to do with it, I'll be done with it, come with it Go, just go away, go away, niggaz can't be trusted Just come back another day, niggaz be on bitch shit Just go far away, niggaz get it twisted Just go away Yeah I'm bout to go far away so far you might not see me My nigga Meech on the beat, we takin' over this motherfucker And they thought we fell off, fell all up in your motherfuckin' ass Bitch KoKane, aww that's funky right there Puttin' it back on the map, uhh, let me hear some dawg Ahhh, as we take your mind to a dimension you never thought existed Go, just go away, go away, niggaz can't be trusted Just come back another day, niggaz be on bitch shit Just go far away, niggaz get it twisted Just go away Go away, go away Just come back another day

SNOOP DOGG Miscellaneous True Lies"(feat. KoKane [Cameras flashing, Snoop interviewing Bill Clinton] Yo, hold on hold on hold on hold on Stop the cameras, stop the press stop the press Now Bill, this yo' nigga, Snoop Dogg Now answer me this - did you fuck that bitch or what? [Bill Clinton] That's actually, not the first time that question's been asked; but Since, I believe, and I think any person - reasonable person would Believe, that that is not covered, in the definition of sexual Relations I was given - ahh - I'm not going to answer it except to Refer to my statement. I had intimate, contact with her that was Inappropriate - I do not believe any of the contacts I had with Her violated the definition I was given; therefore I believe I Did not, do anything but testify truthfully on these matters. [Chorus One: KoKane] What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie.hie. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie.hie. [Chorus Two: Snoop Dogg] Lies, lies, stories and alibis Big Mac in the land of the small fries Everyone lies and tries to get by Some of us drink while most just get high [Snoop Dogg] You tryin to cover up the holes in your sneakers You need to put your motherfuckin face to the speakers (ba-bom, ba-bom) And quit tryin to run from it (holla holla at me) And c'mere, you big dummy (dumb ass nigga) Don't you know you can't run from the Dizzogg I'm down with (?)za, the long arm of the lizzaw Y'all, niggaz know what's happening you turn your back again And I'm bound to get it crack-a-lin I'm back again And everybody happy for me - ain't that the truth? That's a motherfuckin lie (fuck that fool) Black folks stick together til we die, hmm That'll be the day. [Chorus One] [Snoop Dogg] Liar, liar, pants on fire Smoke so much dope they call me Snoopy Pryor (well God damn!) Which way is up I'm tryin to get higher I won't stop puffin til I re-tire My bitches, my niggaz, they off the wire They love-ly, they love me, call me Sire Movie star bitches the ones you desire Angela Bassett, Tyra, Mariah, the flyest, the flyer See most bitches like fuckin with a rider Slider, to the sider, invite her To a gangsta, party, provider [laughing] With a lot of meat by-products (mm) And beat the puddy-pot and got up She licked the dick from the top to the bottom (Woo woo woo woo) (That's a bad bitch!) Then she grabbed me by my nuts, and said "Hmm I got 'em!" [Chorus One] [Chorus Two] [KoKane scats and ad libs to the music] [KoKane] Ah what's the use of the truth If you can't tell a lie sometimes?

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!