We Don’t Gotta Worry No More (feat. Wiz Khalifa) - Snoop Dogg

This is how we do it Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids I'm a dope dealer, baby, I be countin' money (countin' racks up) Ain't like you other, all my really thuggin' Can't bring it in the club, so I was never into clubbin' (ayy) What you mean she ain't got it? (She ain't got it) We ain't fuckin' 'less she got it, I need money outta pocket (outta pockets) You ain't ballin', stop it If I got it I'ma pop it, I'm in Neiman's with my rocket (fire, fire) 30 hangin' off my Off-White denim Politickin' and they feelin' like some children Wave, baby, real in the building I'm tryna break your back, I ain't really with the building (this is how we do it) Stealin', robbin', we want all the problems Count a couple thousand then I stuff 'em in my Robins (countin' racks up) Made, I get money in six ways These switched lanes, stayed in mine, here the check came This is how we do it It's Friday night I poured three lines The codeine's here on the west side So, I reach for my liter, then I pour it up Designate a driver, take the keys, not my cup Pop some Xans, now I'm faded Count a hunnid bands up like, "Yeah, we made it" Big body Benz (skrrt, skrrt) You can't see through my tints (tints) I've been creepin' while you sleepin' Finna shoot you and yo' mans I mix molly with my Henn' I get geeked up, count my ends (count 'em off) If a run up on me Pull this 30 out my pants, uh (this is how we do it, okay) Just got a big joint rolled up My own liquor what I pour in my cup I don't got six, I don't show up Seen the diamond chain, they go nuts Brought ten bottles, I don't think it's enough We run out, I got more in a trunk Talk down then, get snuffed Lotta joints gettin' rolled, lotta cones gettin' stuffed I told my jeweler "Freeze my wrist up" Wanna keep her on your team, then she gon' need cuffs Cartier frames and my AP bussin' Realest in the game, no, it ain't no question Hello, you don't dress like me Low-key, wanna be just like me I can pull up in a fresh white tee Guaranteed (guarantee) every in the party want me Pulled up, sittin' low in my seat Smokin' on KK like a G Bad, ridin' with me, she a freak, smokin', drinkin' Going hard all week, let's go (this is how we do it) This is how we do it (ha-ha) It's Friday night (uh) I poured three lines The codeine's here on the west side So, I reach for my liter, then I pour it up Designate a driver, take the keys, not my cup Pop some Xans, now I'm faded Count a hunnid bands up like, "Yeah, we made it"

Lotta dope Gotta lotta dope Ba-ba-da-bope Ba-da-ba-da-beee Ba-ba-da-bope Yeah Ba-ba-da-bope I said we gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta coke We got weed, that's a lotta smoke Yeah, that's that loud I hope We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope Ba-ba-da-bope I said we gotta lotta dope, yea we gotta lotta coke We got weed, there's a lotta smoke Yea, that's that lotta dope I said we gotta lotta dope Ba-ba-da-bope Okay we gotta lotta dope We got the hotter hoes I said we done shot a lot of folk We be in and out of court And I done seen so many cowards croak It's like watching flowers grow I mean, please, don't you cowards know? We will leave your bloody body on your mama's porch Lord, born in the projects Papa was a rolling stone, selling rock crack Yeah, I grew up in my day Making juugs on a phone with no contacts I'm drinking Activas only know Hi-Tech Hold on, think I'm getting too high tech Yeah, I think she getting a contact Now she needs some dope dick, and she know who to contact Ba-da-ba-da-beee Ba-ba-da-bope Yeah Ba-ba-da-bope I said we gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta coke We got weed, that's a lotta smoke Yeah, that's that loud I hope We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope Ba-ba-da-bope Yo Tunes, pass the steel, or bash the steel My passion real, I'm fashion ill The pussy niggas are Massingil, mass appeal My past is real before I had the deal, you dig? Pies and cakes, out of state Lies is fake, God don't make mistakes Got the girl pussy smelling like Codeine Syrup Got the bands on me like a football field, I'm ill I deserve a threesome for my birthday If she pretty it's Magic City on the first date Cup of lean and toast, yeah I'm 'posed to boast Goodie Mo the quote, not many coming close Trying to smoke what I never smoked before Dream what I never dreamed before Woke up and my Rolls sky high I ride by, I drive by then hop out Ba-da-ba-da-beee Ba-ba-da-bope Yeah Ba-ba-da-bope I said we gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta coke We got weed, that's a lot of smoke Yeah, that's that loud I hope We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope Ba-ba-da-bope Big dreams, big rings, big chains Switch lanes, sip lean Sixteen, seventeen, Medellin Favorite color money green A triple beam, a hundred Ps of sour Ds A bunch of Ds, she can come suck on these, no suckas please See I look like my daddy though I get high, I get the munchies eating edible If it's available Bitch you never know Oyster Perpetual Trapped at the Texaco like I'm OJ Trying to put it in her mouth like Colgate Ben Franklin, that's my muthafuckin soul mate Yea I need a mop, I got a new flo' today I'm sippin' syrup like a got a fuckin' cold today I'm throwing tres up like Golden State Old school the same color as Sidney Poitier Ba-da-ba-da-beee Ba-ba-da-bope (Got a lot, got a lot) Yeah Ba-ba-da-bope I said we gotta lotta dope (Got a lot, got a lot) We gotta lotta coke We got weed, that's a lotta smoke Yeah, that's that loud I hope We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope Ba-ba-da-bope

I am smoking on that gas, life should be on Cinemax Movie, bought my boo bigger tits and a bigger ass Who he's, not I, I smoke strong, that Popeye Louie V's in my archives, black diamonds, apartheid Bread up and my top down, on the block with a block out Hit ya ass with that block-ow, dope enough to go in yo nostrils I take ya girl and kidnap her, feed her to my mattress A skeleton in my closet, it's probably one of these dead ass rappers It's probably one these pussy ass niggas, don't try me I'll pull that trigga Got ya car note in my cup, and your rent in my swisha That pussy so good I miss ya, head game's so vicious And all I get is cheese like I'm taking pictures I say fuck you, 'less I'm wit' ya If I take you out of the picture I know real niggas won't miss ya No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie Real niggas say true You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie That's a thing I don't do Nah I just do it for the niggas That try to see a million 'fore they die Wattup 2 Chainz and Champagne, you want true, that's true enough Forbes list like every year, my office is my tour bus She came through, she brought food, she got fucked, she knew wassup She think I'm the realest out and I say "damn, that makes two of us" Aww that look like what's her name, chances are it's whats her name Chances are if she was actin up then I fucked her once and never fucked again She could have a Grammy, I still treat her ass like a nominee Just need to know what that pussy like so one time is fine with me Young as an intern, with money like I built the shit Streets talking they'll confirm, go ask them who just killed the shit Stay keeping my cup full so I'm extra charged like a state tax Me an Chainz go way back, we don't talk the talk, we just say facts I say fuck you, 'less I'm wit' ya If I take you out of the picture I know real niggas won't miss ya No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie Real niggas say true You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie That's a thing I don't do Nah I just do it for the niggas That try to see a million 'fore they die Wattup Name a nigga that want some, I'll out rap his ass, out trap his ass Put his ass in a plastic bag with his trashy ass, take him out Bring 'em in, them whole things, 2Pac without a nose ring Thug Life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend I did what they say I wouldn't, went where they say I couldn't (true) YSL belt buckle, ya'll niggas sure is looking Ya'll niggas sure is lucky, 2 chains on my rugby Left hand on that steering wheel, right hand on that pussy I say fuck you, 'less I'm wit' ya If I take you out of the picture I know real niggas won't miss ya No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie Real niggas say true You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie That's a thing I don't do Nah I just do it for the niggas That try to see a million 'fore they die Wattup

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!