I'm rolling up another joint as soon as the weeds gone You ain't on gas it just seems strong You ain't a boss unless your team on You niggas going broke you need someone to lean on Young rich nigga from the burgh Said I was gon make it meant every word I remember I was getting curved Always back it up cause actions speak louder than words I be outta state growing strains I be smoking ounces to the brain (strong) I be pulling up with one rolled Just say my name if you wanna smoke I'm in my weed farm (yeah) I'm in my weed farm (yeah) I'm in my weed farm (yeah) I'm in my weed farm (yeah) I'm in my weed farm (yeah) I'm rolling up another joint as soon as the weeds gone I'm rolling up another joint as soon as the weeds gone I'm in my weed farm (yeah) I'm in my weed farm (yeah) I'm in my weed farm (yeah) I'm in my weed farm (yeah) I'm in my weed farm (yeah) I'm rolling up another joint as soon as the weeds gone I'm rolling up another joint as soon as the weeds gone Now that shits legal you know Exactly what the fuck I been talking about Now you want some, ok I got you Roll the paper I ain't smoking blunts O a day, That's two pounds a month Put it in my lungs then I'm good Only smoking fire like I should Used to deal with niggas tryna tax Now I'm throwing pounds and getting them back Multi million dollars in the safe (mills) Homie I been getting it from the gate Pushing weight outta state Putting big ass orders up on my plate You was standing in line I couldn't wait (Hol up hol up) I'm in my weed farm (yeah) I'm in my weed farm (yeah) I'm in my weed farm (yeah) I'm in my weed farm (yeah) I'm in my weed farm (yeah) I'm rolling up another joint as soon as the weeds gone I'm rolling up another joint as soon as the weeds gone I'm in my weed farm (yeah) I'm in my weed farm (yeah) I'm in my weed farm (yeah) I'm in my weed farm (yeah) I'm in my weed farm (yeah) I'm rolling up another joint as soon as the weeds gone I'm rolling up another joint as soon as the weeds gone

Uh, Yea, Uh, Yea, It's Young Khalifa Man This for Spacely, Everyone Call me that Taylor Gang or Die And this project is brought to you by (its deal or no deal) Champagne, and paper planes too Yeah, Rostrum Records in this bitch, (yeah) Taylor Gang, Happy Hustle (deal or no deal) Yeaah Bitch Yeah Umm I'm... Screaming fuck them niggas who hated I'm money affiliated Speculated me landing, musta got me mistaken with lame niggas Know you gon get high as fuck as long as the planes with ya Let that major situation lone and became richer People talking down, but see me I'm the same nigga Leave ya bitch around, we gon drink the champagne with her We don't touch the ground, See a cloud with my name in it Only easy riders squeeze no cigars for me and my gang Fool I'm a legend in dese streets, that's how I do my thang And don't wear the fitted, I got the city on my chain Arr man... Still they hated talk smack knowing if I was gone, There'll be no throne to throw ya rocks at Cruising maximum altitudes, I'm tryna top that So in touch with the real, them suckas tryna stop that But I... Live or laugh die, Party get high And tell dem lames to the plane and let fly Don't know what they hatin for, Just getting my paper Well Maybe they'll love me more when I'm gone I don't wanna leave but I need to It's Such A Shame(shame)... They Gon Miss This Plane (Plane) They Gon Miss This Plane(Plane)... They Gon Miss This Plane (Plane) They Gon Miss This Plane(Plane) I tried to believe you, I don't wanna leave but I need to Uh... Stuck alone in this way of grace Say I'm living too fast, don't plan on changing my pace Got one foot on the gas, It's neva in need for brakes Smoke easy riders with hash, Fuck bitches from outta state Valet bringing my cars, a waiter to bring me plates Shrimp and Filet Mignon, We celebrate buyin drinks With a couple of broads, my niggas and who got love for me It's lonely at the top, I'm tired of having company So while you busy tryna fit in, I'm a stand out And view my life thru this lens and see how it pans out Substitute teacher ass niggas need a handout Middle finger screaming fuck dem niggas who hated I'm money affiliated Pop another bottle that chronic smokin degraded Speculating me landin, musta got me mistaken I'm speaking as the captain of the plane You'sa runner on the jet way Don't know what they hatin for, Just getting my paper Well Maybe they'll love me more when I'm gone I don't wanna leave but I need to It's Such A Shame(shame)... They Gon Miss This Plane(Plane) They Gon Miss This Plane(Plane)... They Gon Miss This Plane(Plane) They Gon Miss This Plane(Plane) I tried to believe you, I don't wanna leave but I need to

Actin' like they killers, but them niggas just some hoes We act like this a studio, this really just a trap Everything we got, we had to whip it out the bowl Before we shake your hand, we'd rather slap you with the strap A million cash in hunnids, now they bring it to the door (Racks) 20k for a coat that I ain't even wore This bitch so bad, I let her shop, I made 'em close the store She think she tricking me, but bitch don't know my pockets swole (The money) Big bankroll, top floor South Beach (Top) Long money Gucci, ask your bitch 'bout me (Ask) Penthouse suite, four hoes, two weeks And all my shooters shootin; .223's 'bout me, wop Pick 'em with the AK-47 Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty But all the ho shit still so smelly Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga (Hoes in this house, there's some hoes in this house) (There's some hoes in this house There's some hoes in this house) Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Pick 'em with the AK-47 Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty But all the ho shit still so smelly Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Boy, you been a ho I remember, ho You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's friend or foe Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes Boy you been a ho since Arsenio Fuckin' bitch, put her in the figure four Scope on the gun, better visual Silencer make the bullets tippy-toe I don't give a fuck, never gave a fuck 'Cause I always knew that a better day'd come Haven't been asleep, seven day run Never knew how a Chevrolet run Ice Cube, Eazy-E, Ren, and Dre I am the new NWA Nigga with a AK-47 Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Take lives like students took lessons Jail time, felt like it took seconds I'm a Goodfella, was a dope seller All these ho niggas must be Hochella (There's some hoes in this house There's some hoes in this house) (There's some hoes in this house There's some hoes in this house) Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven You a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Nigga with a AK-47 Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty But all the ho shit still so smelly Nigga with a AK-47 Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty But all the ho shit still so smelly Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga No bullshit, my nigga I'm pushin' my triggers They lookin' for niggas in bushes, my nigga In the ocean, in the lake, in the woods, in the rivers They skies was gray and the bullets was silver Young Money on friend and my lady, my nigga You front on your money, you quittin', my nigga We kill you by breakfast and cook you for dinner The lesbians say you a pussy-ass nigga, ol' ho-ass nigga I put some pressure on your ho Make her tell me what she know Stop confessing to that ho Stop confiding in that ho Stop providing for that ho You gon' die for that ho Suicide for that ho Boy, you been a ho I remember, ho You ain't fooling Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe Tell them hoes in the house we kicking in the door He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes Nigga with a AK-47 Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty But all the ho shit still so smelly Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Boy, you been a ho I remember, ho You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe Tell them hoes in the house we kicking in the door He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes (There's some hoes in this house)

It's that moon rock shit You gotta mix this with some regular OG Cuz this shit be burnin' crazy Cum in a bitch and I go crazy Spend all these racks and I go crazy Leave out the parking lot doin' a 180 This how the lord made me Drop the top and start sun bathing Put her on a treadmill and then I make her run naked Got all my side hoes frustrated This the life I waited on Seen a bitch from school, gave her number to a payphone I don't know what you been waiting on All that I know is that I been waiting long I ain't waiting to get no lone Provolone on top of provolone Mobile phone on top of mobile phone I don't know what you niggas smokin' on Pull my closet got a OS tell Mobile home on top of mobile home I go to sleep with a rollie on I start my car with remote control Get so much pussy I go to sleep with a condom on Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck I'm the king of the city I don't take a trip unless I got a bitch with me I pull up wit pounds or I got a zip in me You don't want no problems, my guys so don't tempt me My niggas go bap bap bap bap till it's empty Fuck 2 every night in 5 days that's a 10 piece My bitch that I'm with that's a 10 piece I'm pourin' that gin in a simply You niggas so fake need assembly I'm smokin' weed, fuck the penalty Ridin' round in a old school, with 2 hoes and little old me Fuck I'ma do wit this money But walk in the club and start stuntin' Push all my old bitches buttons Came up from nothin' to something Tell her take the stick, don't run from me There's some for you, there's some for me So if we have this 3 some, make sure you cum for me All that bullshit is up under me Smokin' gas ain't no tumble weed All of this cash that's another thing Black and yellow like a bumblebee Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a milli So went and got me a milli Now I want me a billi I don't think I have a ceiling I can come thru with no ceiling I give a fuck how you feeling I can tell you how you lookin' Nigga you ain't used to winnin' Had the chickens missing winters In Miami, Mr. Winner Ran a 14 for breakfast, prime 112 for dinner Maison Margiela killer Got a heart of a killer Take the pussy, I'll kill it What up Tip? What up Killa? Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it

Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out, smiling Bang bang bang You know your lips Taste like champagne Yeah, your kiss is bittersweet I be addicted to your taste Boom, boom, boom My flower only bloom for you It be us against the world Ride or die straight to my tomb One, two, three, do you got me? Your love is like a drug You fill me up with anxiety A, B, C, do you trust me? Found comfort in the dark But it's your heart that scares me Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out, smiling I need a ride or die chick You need a real man Lately I been on some shit And you been down real bad Anytime you hit my phone I usually answer Used to make you happy Now I don't know what you mad for You used to be my one and only Now you act like you don't know me Say you got some things to show me Baby, tell me where we're going Telling me what I should've did Now I'm gone, can't handle it And no, I ain't wrong for that Now I let all this paper stack up I'm sorry I played you to the left But all of this money's on my mind Girl, you know how the game go You let 'em, they'll do it every time I want you to take care of yourself And doing your best when you shine I want you to live your life So don't even wait on me, girl Sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling We cruising in the pink G-Waggy This is my house like You can call me daddy We out here loud We only smoking fatties You got the green, the lean You got the addy One, two, three, so chilly Come with me, we light up the tree A, B, C, do you trust me? Found comfort in the dark But it's your heart that scares me Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling Sugar in my bloodstream I'll rip your heart out smiling

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!