It's hard for me to go soft Back me up in a corner and I'ma get off Get you gone if you double cross Niggas jealous 'cause I'm saucy like spaghetti sauce Or should I say lemon caper, diamonds giggin' like a drum major I go this little bitch, I be milkin' the bitch for all her paper Thick like cake mix, all the ballers wanna pay her, save her Charlie Check a Chick is what they call me, not a caped crusader I'm plugged in, I know everything, keep my ear to the gravel I know these streets like my muthafuckin' shadow Under certain circumstances, it's manda-, stay with a stapler You never know who a hater 'cause ain't no congratulators Where I'm from, gotta be a quick decision-maker In the slum, put holes in your car like a cheese grater As of lately, it's crazy, it's been a spark up in crime The murder rate inflate in the heat of the summertime What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (spot) Potna went down, now everybody hot That's what I heard at the barbershop What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (shot) Potna went down, now everybody hot (What you heard?) That's what I heard at the barbershop (The barbershop) I'll get to knockin' like a rock band Heavy metal shit, drumsticks in niggas' hands They say he ran off with half a man And they don't want him dead, just to understand You keep playing with this Bay shit Where niggas see the plan, don't say shit Go the wrong day to get your taper fixed Could put you in the mix over paper quick Yeah, in the chair, you gon' hear the drama Side bitch and her mama jumped the baby mama She was being messy all in the comments Talking 'bout, "Excuse me, he left his condoms" Man, these bitches ain't playing fair That told the welfare she be doing hair Be havin' hella niggas in and outta there And they be smokin' with the kids, they ain't even player What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (shot) Potna went down, now everybody hot That's what I heard at the barbershop What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (shot) Potna went down, now everybody hot (What you heard?) That's what I heard at the barbershop (Ugh!) Goons, goons Pistols be poppin' just like balloons, balloons Niggas be dropped in emergency rooms, rooms The smirkish be plottin' on the tycoons, tycoons They'll kick in your door in the afternoon, the noon Be strapped with mini-Macs See me, mama snaps, already know where them pennies at Real life hittas don't come in a beanie cap They do it bare-faced off powder and Henny yak Niggas gon' give him that, run him and shit You either take the L or get shot in your lip Suckas lay low but a boss'll flip Put a hundred on the Lamb', 50 more on the wrist The niggas is pissed; if they move, it's fonk Them boys got them problems niggas really don't want Flexin' in the thang, park it right out front Be the talk in barbershop for the next three months (BIATCH!) What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (shot) Potna went down, now everybody hot That's what I heard at the barbershop What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (shot) Potna went down, now everybody hot (What you heard?) That's what I heard at the barbershop (The barbershop)

Dnyc3 Michelin Star restaurants, Cohiba cigar blunts Front row seats at the UFC fights, first class flights Homeowners Association fees and property taxes Earthquake insurance just in case something collapses Wholesale license and DBA's Selling alcohol by the truckload, selling liquor by the case Record labels and streams, billion plays One day I'ma own a baseball team, the Giants or Oakland A's Growing up in the struggle, you gotta be wired right Can't be snitchin' and tellin' on fellas like a vice Gotta be made for hustlin', know your weaknesses and strengths Gotta go with your heart and your gut, trust your instincts When I was growing up they taught me all the rules Never put your right foot in your left shoe I was a quiet dude, I never gave a clue Gotta watch this dude 'cause I'll do somethin' to you, BIATCH! I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' (Clowinin') Gotta watch your surroundings Kudos to my inmates in them fire camps Programmin' and doin' their time like some champs Reading books and eating healthy with no pork Cardio, push-ups and bar work My uncle used to always tell me, 'Nephew, go for it Don't be tryna buy it if you know you can't afford it If the good Lord bless you when you come across a check Say 'Thank you, Jesus,' show some respect' Keep quiet as it can be, careful, don't flamboast They'll run through your pockets, take off your clothes They'll mix you, they'll kick when you out cold No matter the age, young or old Livin' out here in the sludge where they hold a grudge and they bust 7-point-6-2's and double eye bucks I'm from Vallejo, California, the Yay Startup company, Seed A, BIATCH! I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' (Clownin') Gotta watch your surroundings So many catastrophes, so much stress Where elementary teachers get paid less Watch your surroundings, stay ready and pack a gat When you're washing your clothes at the laundromat The closest ones to you will set you up Give you up for a couple of bucks Break bread with the enemies, split the worth Then go to Neiman's and purchase a man purse Life is too short, so one don't plan to live long Sorrow and hurt, the mamas cry on the phone Face on a shirt, they can't afford a tombstone Ain't nobody home when you ask for a loan Gotta watch 'em 'cause they quick Go in the gas station and get bipped Break your car window, take your belongings Your backpack, your laptop, and all your earnings, BIATCH! I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' (Clownin') Gotta watch your surroundings Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings)

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!