Doggystyle

That felt good

(Does it baby?)

Yeah, rub my back for me

(Where you want me to rub it baby?)

Right here

(Okay) Oh

(Turn around) Alright

Check it out though

Why don't you put me on some music?

(What you want to hear baby?)

I wanna hear some of that old gangsta shit

(Alright then)

Damn, the fuck is that?

Every time I'm chilling somebody ringing my motherfucking doorbell

(You want me to get that for you?)

Yeah, handle that shit for me

(Alright, I'll be right back)

(What the fuck?)

(Hey, hey motherfucker)

(Hey Snoopy)

(Yo, what's up Snoop Dogg?)

(What's up my man?)

Hey, hey, hey Snoop, what's going down?

What's up G-Dogg?

Oh, nothing, trying to live between the sky and Earth

And ain't touching dirt nowhere, man

Right, right (what's up with that pure water? What's up?)

Man, I'm fucked up right about now, dawg

'Bout ready to get up out this game (let's get our game on)

I'm ready to give this shit up, man with motherfucking law after me

Punk-ass bitches, sucker-ass niggas

I can't take this shit no more, dawg

What? Man, you want to get out of the game? (Get up, motherfucker)

Come on man, you can smoke a pound of bud everyday (party)

You got a big screen TV, man, you want to give all this up?

You got the dopest shit out on the streets

Nigga, is you crazy? That's the American dream nigga (ay, let's get high)

Well ain't it? (Where the weed at?)

Fool, you better come on in

Wait, wait, wait, wait hold up Snoop

Hey nigga, I put five dollars on the weed

You better quit fucking with me

It's time to get busy in this motherfucker

Like we always do about this time

Yeah...

This is another story about dogs

For the dog that don't pee on trees, is a bitch

So says Snoop Dogg, get your pooper scooper

Cause the nigga's talkin shit

Aroof!

I'm sippin on Tanqueray

With my my mind on my money and my mouth fulla gan-jay

R-A-G to the motherfuckin E

Back with my nigga S-N double O-P

Yeah, and ya don't stop

Rage in effect I just begun to rock

I said yeah, and you don't quit

Hey yo, Rage would you please drop some gangsta shit

I rock ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs

Handcuffed as I bust bout to tear shit up

Oh what did ya think I, didn't ever think I

Would be the one to make you blink eye, I'm catchy like pink-eye

Never will there ever be another like me

Uh, you can play the left, cause it ain't no right in me

Out the picture out the frame out the box I knock 'em all

Smack 'em out the park, like "A Friendly Game of Baseball"

Grand, slam, yes I am

Kickin up dust and I don't give a god DAMN

Cause I'm that lyrical murderer

Pleadin guilty, you know from my skills I'm about to be

Filthy large, Rage in charge

You know what's happenin, don't try to play large

This ain't no Rerun, see hun, don't ya wanna be one

How-evah, Rage'll wreck ya, cause I'm def

I kick my vocals, I loc' yo, coast to coast or local

Uhhh! I'll make 'em go coo-coo for my Cocoa

Puffin stuff, aiyyo Snoop, you're up

Let these niggaz know that niggaz don't give a fuck!

This is just a small introduction to the G Funk Era

Everyday of my life I take a glimpse in the mirror

And I see motherfuckers tryin to be like me

Every since I put it down with the D-R-E

Foamin at the mouth and waggin his tail

Searchin through the yards with a keen sense of smell

Lookin for the business in heat

And when he find it he'll be sniffin her seat

We travel in packs and we do it from the back

How else can you get to the booty?

We do it Doggystyle, all the while we do it Doggystyle

Yo motherfuckin hoes!

He fucked the fleas off a bitch

He shaked the ticks off his dick

And in the booty, he buries his motherfuckin bone

And if there's any left over

He'll roll over and take a doggy bag home

Damn, that Tanqueray is talkin to a nigga

I ain't bullshittin, one of y'all niggaz gotta get it

Man I got ta piss

Breath test?

Heah hah hah!

I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz

Got this ass motherfuckin up

Aiy baby, aiy baby...

Aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker

Steady long, steady long nigga

With so much drama in the L-B-C

It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G

But I, somehow, some way

Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day

May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)

And, make a few ends as I breeze, through

Two in the mornin'

And the party's still jumpin cause my momma ain't home

I got bitches in the living room gettin it on

And, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin

So what you wanna do, shiiiit

I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too

So turn off the lights and close the doors

But... (But what?)

We don't love them hoes, yeah!

So we gonna smoke a ounce to this

G's up, hoes down

While you motherfuckers bounce to this

Rollin' down the street

Smokin' indo

Sippin' on Gin and Juice

Laid back

With my mind on my money

And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street

Smokin' indo

Sippin' on Gin and Juice

Laid back

With my mind on my money

And my money on my mind

Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin

Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in

Now this types of shit, happens all the time

You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine

Everything is fine

When you listenin to the D-O-G

I got the cultivating music that be captivating he

Who listens, to the words that I speak

As I take me a drink to the middle of the street

And get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)

She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch)

Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please

Raise up off these N-U-T's

Cause you gets none of these

At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze

Beeeitch, I'm just

Rollin' down the street

Smokin' indo

Sippin' on Gin and Juice

Laid back

With my mind on my money

And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street

Smokin' indo

Sippin' on Gin and Juice

Laid back

With my mind on my money

And my money on my mind

Later on that day

My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray

And a fat ass J

Of some bubonic chronic that made me choke

Shit, this ain't no joke

I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down

Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now

But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'

Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton

To serve me, not with a cherry on top

Cause when I bust my nut

I'm raisin up off the cot

Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes

I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'

And I'll be

Rollin' down the street

Smokin' indo

Sippin' on Gin and Juice

Laid back

With my mind on my money

And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street

Smokin' indo

Sippin' on Gin and Juice

Laid back

With my mind on my money

And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street

Smokin' indo

Sippin' on Gin and Juice (beeotch!!)

Laid back

With my mind on my money

And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street

Smokin' indo

Sippin' on Gin and Juice (beeotch!!)

Laid back

With my mind on my money

And my money on my mind

Poppin', stoppin', hoppin' like a rabbit

When I take the Nina Ross, you know I gots to have it

I lay back in the cut retain myself

Think about the shit and I'm thinkin' wealth

How can I makes my grip?

And how should I make that nigga straight slip?

Set trip, gotta get him for his grip

As I dip around the corner, now, I'm on a

'Nother mission, wishin', upon a star

Snoop Doggy Dogg with the Caviar

In the back of the limo no demo, this is the real

Breakin' niggaz down like Evander Holyfield, chill

To the next episode

I make money and I really don't love hoes

Tell you the truth, I swoop in the coupe

I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoop

But now I make hits, every single day

With that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre

So, lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot

It's 1 8 7 on a motherfuckin' cop

Boy, it's gettin' hot, yes, indeed it is

Snoop Dogg is on the mic I'm 'bout as crazy as Biz

Markie, spark the, chronic bud real quick

And let me get into some fly gangsta shit

Yeah, I lay back, stay back in the cut

Niggaz try to play the D O G like a mutt

I got a little message, don't try to see Snoop

I'm fin to fuck a bitch, what's her name? It's Luke

You tried to see me, on the TV, you'se a B G

D O double G, yes, I'm a O G

You can't see my homey, Dr. Dre

So, what the fuck a nigga like you gotta say

Gotta take a trip to the M I A

And serve your ass with a motherfuckin' AK

You, can't see the D O double G 'cuz that be me

I'm servin' um, swervin' in the coupe

The Lexus, flexes, from long beach to Texas

Sexist, hoes, they wanna get with his

'Cuz Snoop Dogg is the shit, beeitch

Ah, I'm somewhat brain boggled

So, I look to the microphone and slowly start to wobble

Grab it, have it, stick it to the plug

It's Snoop Doggy, I got a got a fat dub

Sack of the chronic in my back pocket loc

Need myself a lighter, so, I can't take a smoke

I toke everyday, I loc everyday

With the P O U N D and and my nigga Dr. Dre

Lay back in the cut, like I told your ass

Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast

I got a little cousin by the name of Daz

And bitches who fuck him, gimme the ass

'Cuz they know about the shit that we be goin' through

And they know about the shit that I be puttin' up

And they be knowin' 'bout the shit I do when I'm on the mic

'Cause Snoop Dogg is trump tight like a virgin, the surgeon

Is Dr. Drizzay, so lizzay and plizzay

With D O double gizzay the fly human being seein'

No, I'm not European, bein' all I can

When I put the motherfuckin' mic in my hand, and

You don't understand what I'm kickin'

'Cuz snoop is on the mic and I gets wicked, follow me

Listen to me 'cuz I do you like you wanna be done

Snoop Doggy Dogg on this three two one, umm

Dum, diddy-dum, here I come

With the gat and the guitar was strung, I'm

Not that lunatic nigga who you thought I was

When I caught you slippin', I'm gon catch you then I peel your cap

Snapped back, relax

You better not be slippin' with them deez on the '83 Cadillac

So, we gonna smoke a ounce to this

G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this

Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick

For those who don't like it, eat a dick

But for those who with me, sing that shit

As it go a little something like this

Lodi Dodi, we likes to party

We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody

We're just some niggas who're on the mic

And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic (right)

For all my doggs keepin' y'all in health

Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself

Cause it's cool when you cause the cozy conditioning

Which we create, cause that's our mission

So listen close, to what we say

Because this types of shit happens every day

I woke up around 10 o'clock in the morning

I gave myself a strech, up, a morning yawn, and

Went to the bathroom to wash up

I threw some soap on my face and put my hands up on a cup

And said "Um, mirror mirror, on, the wall

Who is the top dog of them all?"

There was a ruffle duffle, five minutes it lasted

The mirror said, "You are, you conceited bastard!"

Well that's true! That's why we never have no beef

So I slipped on my khakis and my gold leaf

Used Oil of Olay cause my skin gets pale

And then I got the file, for my fingernails

I'm true to the style on my behalf

I put some bubbles in the tub so I can take a bubble bath

Clean, dry, was my body and hair

I threw on my brand new doggy underwear

For all the bitches I might take home

I got the Johnson's Baby Powder and Cool Water cologne

Now I'm fresh, dressed, like a million bucks

Threw on my white socks, with my all-blue Chucks

Stepped out the house, stopped short, "oh no"

I went back in, "I forgot my Indo!"

Then I dilly (dally) I ran through an (alley)

I bumped into this smoker named (Sally) from the (Valley)

This was a girl playing hard-to-get

So I said "What's wrong?" cause she looked upset

She said um:

It's all because of you, I'm feeling sad and blue

You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days

I love you so, how much you'll never know

Cause you took your dope away from me

Damn, now what was I to do?

She's crying over me and she was feelin blue

I said, "Um, don't cry, dry your eye

And here comes your mother with those two little guys"

Her mean mother steps then says to me "Hi!"

Decked Sally in the face and punched her in the eye

Punched her in the belly and stepped on her feet

Slammed the child on the hard concrete

The bitch was strong, the kids was gone

Something was wrong I said, "What was goin on?"

I tried to break it up, I said, "Stop it, just leave her!"

She said, "If I can't smoke none, she can't either!"

She grabbed me closely by my socks

So I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks

But um, they gave chase, they caught up quick

They started crying on my shoes and grabbin my dick

And saying

"Why don't you give me a play

So we can break it down the Long Beach way

And if you give me that okay

I'll give you all my love today

Doggy, Doggy, Doggy, can't you see?

Somehow your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your jazzy ways

Doggy Dogg, your love is here to stay"

And on and on and on she kept going

The bitch been around before my mother born!

I said "Cheer up!" and I gave her a hit

I said, "You can't have me, I'm too young for you bitch!"

She said, "No you're not!" then she starts cryin

I says I'm 19, she says, "Stop lyin!"

I says, "I am, go ask my mother

And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover"

Yeah, uh, tick-tock ya don't stop

And to the, uh, tick-tock n'ya don't quit

Yeah, n'ya tick-tock ya don't stop

And to the, uh, tick-tock n'ya don't quit

Biatch!

Ay, ay, Jaycee

'Sup Eron?

Ain't that Snoop Dogg over there?

That that nigga with that blue coat on?

Yeah

Yeah, oh yeah, that's that nigga

Nigga roll up on the side of him man

Roll your window down

Man hand me my motherfuckin' Glock man gimme another clip

'Cause I'm gonna smoke this fool

Yeah, roll the windows down

Yeah, OK, there you go

Ay man, you Snoop Dogg?

Snoop?

Huh?

Snoop Doggy Dogg?

Man, he's Snoop Dogg

Man, fuck that nigga!

Nigga man!

Get that nigga man!

Man get up fool man, get up man, don't be tryin' to run man

Get up on that fool man, I don't give a fuck

What set you got now? Fuck you nigga!

Yeah nigga, whassup?

Nigga?

Yeah, motherfucker

Yeah nigga, one less nigga

Yeah nigga, you's a dead motherfucker now

As I look up at the sky

My mind starts trippin', a tear drops my eye

My body temperature falls

I'm shakin' and they breakin', tryin' to save the Dogg

Pumpin' on my chest and I'm screamin'

I stop breathin', damn, I see demons

Dear God, I wonder can ya save me

I can't die Boo-Boo's 'bout to have my baby

I think it's too late for prayin', hold up

A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin'

Bring your lifestyle to me, I'll make it better

How long will I live?

Eternal life and forever

And will I be, the G that I was?

I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of

So relax your soul, let me take control, close your eyes, my son

My eyes are closed

(Murder) murder was the case that they gave me

(Murder) murder was the case that they gave me

I'm fresh up out my coma

I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner

"It's gonna take a miracle," they say

For me to walk again and talk again but anyway

I get fronted some keys to get back on my feet

And everything that nigga said, came to reality

Livin' like a baller loc

Havin' money, and blowin' hella chronic smoke

I bought my momma a Benz, and bought my Boo-Boo a Jag

And now I'm rollin' in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad

Just remember who changed your mind

'Cause when you start set-trippin', that ass mine

Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed

Never have a want, never have a need

They say I'm greedy, but I still want mo'

'Cause my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the lord, my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

I pray the lord my soul to take

No more indo, gin and juice

I'm on my way to Chino, rollin' on the grey goose

Shackled from head to toe

25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know

Them niggaz from the other side recognize my face

'Cause it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C

Mad doggin' niggaz 'cause I don't care

Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair

Niggaz stare as I enter the center

They send me to a leval three yard, that's where I stay

Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin' on the floor

Niggaz gettin' they shanks, just in case the war, pops off

'Cause you can't tell what's next

My little homie Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck

And he probably won't make it to see 22

I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo

(Murder) murder was the case that they gave me

(Murder) murder was the case that they gave me

(Murder) murder was the case that they gave me

(Murder) murder was the case that they gave me

Six million ways to die, choose one

One: Kurupt, Daz

It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck i'm headed

Up or down, right or left, life or death

I see myself in a mist of smoke

Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke

We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work

Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz

Anybody killa, you know what the deal is

Nigga, you know what the real is

I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me down

Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound?

Is that nigga snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew?

Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?"

I said, if you ain't up on thangs

Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game

It's like this they don't understand

It's an everyday thang, to gangbang

Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggaz know

What's up with you I represent the Pound and Death Row

And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach

And Compton, and Watts, see D-O-G's

Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't

See long to the G of the gang

One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest

Pump pump, put 2 slugs dead in your chest

Now you dead then a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin

6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is

Suicide, it's a suicide Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg

The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue

Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew

Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do

Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh

Don't make a move for your gat so soon cuz

I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga)

Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you

I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you

(I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension

And when you do, that's when the mission

Or survival, becomes your every thought

Keep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caught

Half steppin with your weapon on safety

Now break yourself motherfucker 'fore you make me

Take this 211 to another level

I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil

Now roam through the depths of hell

Where the rest your buster ass homeboys dwell

Well...

Suicide, it's a suicide Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name

Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)

Three: RBX

Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this!

Let's picnic inside a morgue

Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets

And I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin chest plates

Open and release them guts

Then I release def cuts

Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck

Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X

Nuff respect given

Disrespect and you will not be livin

Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma

Suicide, it's a suicide Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name

Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)

Eee-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah The Dogg Pound's in the house (the bomb)

Eee-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah The Dogg Pound's in the house

Snoop Doggy, Dogg (the bomb)

Snoop Doggy, Dogg (Dogg)

From the depths of the sea, back to the block

Snoop Doggy Dogg, funky as the, the, The D.O.C

Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same

Long Beach is the spot where I served my 'caine

Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don't lose your grip

Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to fuck up shit

So I ain't holdin nothin' back

And motherfucker I got five on the 20 sack

It's like that and as a matter of fact (ra-ta-tat-tat)

'Cause I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back

Yeah, so peep out the manuscript

You see that it's a must, we drop gangsta shit

What's my motherfuckin' name?

Snoop Doggy, Dogg (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Snoop Doggy, Dogg (the bomb)

Da-da-da-da-dah

Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dah (Dogg)

It's the bow to the wow, creepin' and crawlin'

Yiggy yes y'allin, Snoop Doggy Dogg

In the motherfuckin' house like every day

Droppin' shit with my nigga Mr. Dr. Dre

Like I said, niggas can't fuck with this

And niggas can't fuck with that

Shit that I drop 'cause ya know it don't stop

Mr. One Eight Seven on a motherfuckin' cop

Tic toc never the Glock just some nuts and a cock

Robbin' motherfuckers then I kill dem bloodclaats

Then I step through the fog and I creep through the smog

'Cause I'm Snoop Doggy (who?) Doggy (what?) Doggy (Dogg)

Snoop Doggy, Dogg

Snoop Doggy, Dogg (the bomb)

Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay

Bow wow wow yippie-yo (the bomb)

Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay

Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yo-yo-yo

Now just throw your hands in the motherfuckin' air

And wave the motherfuckers like ya just don't care (Dogg)

Yeah, roll up the dank, and pour the drank

And watch your step (why?) 'cause Doggy's on the gank

My bank roll's on swoll

My shit's on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll

With The Dogg Pound right behind me

And up in yo' bitch, is where ya might find me

Layin' that, playin that G Thang

She want the nigga with the biggest nuts, and guess what?

He is I, and I am him, slim with the tilted brim

What's my motherfuckin' name?

Snoop Doggy, Dogg (the bomb)

Snoop Doggy, Dogg

Snoop Doggy, Dogg (the bomb)

Snoop Doggy, Dogg (Dogg)

Da-da-da-da-dah

Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dah (the bomb)

Da-da-da-da-dah

Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dah (Dogg) (the bomb)

Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg (the bomb)

Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay (the bomb)

What is, his name? (Dogg) Snoop Dogg, and the Dogg Pound (the bomb)

Oh-oh yeah, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg (the bomb)

Yeah, yeah (Dogg) I know his name

Come on Snoopy, come on Snoopy

(The bomb) and The Dogg Pound

Snoopy Dogg (the bomb) Snoopy Dogg

Snoopy Dogg (Dogg)

(Dog, nasty dog, doggy dog)

Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga

See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga

Who am I? (It's Kurupt motherfucker)

Do or die (We gives a fuck motherfucker)

So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet

The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet

Take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz I'm gonna

Grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!!

So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches

Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air

And if you don't give a shit

Like we don't give a shit

Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air

Now on a one, two, three who could it be

Comin with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three

So ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on up

And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up

Now can't nobody see me here or there

Wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground

Cuz ain't shit for sale in the Coupe

With the beat flossin off gold D's

And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean

And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap

In your ass, for gettin us all fucked up

Now check it, it's a callin for niggaz like Doggs

Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin like hogs

(Yes y'all) Walk the Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all

Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball

I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this

Now how many bitches must get dick?

Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day

Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre

Cuz I grips mics, I rips mics in half

Hoes be comin to my flat so I can tap that ass

You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick

So what's happenin? I'm cappin shit up like a Western flick

The kinpin of the clique, top notch

17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop

The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve

The best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, cuz it's a murder fest

I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we

Another motherfucker, gettin served like some cavy

Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac

(Plus I'm) rollin with two Glocks

Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt

Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin shit the fuck up

Slow your roll, like your legs was broken

Who's jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?

Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe

Runnin em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row

Mediocre motherfuckers die cuz I'm servin it

They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murderin

Yeah

(I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich

(Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched)

Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques

Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown

Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm puttin my weight down

And that's 175 pounds of beed

Beatin yo' ass down to the concrete

Fool, act like ya know

I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so

What's a girl to do

Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?

Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we don't care

Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga

About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip bitch

Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga

That's why I can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my

Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga

The clique i'm with, don't give a sheeit, ya know why?

Real niggaz don't give a fuck

You're back now at the jack-off hour this is DJ, Eazy Dick

On W-Balls, right now, somethin new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg

And this one goes out to the ladies, from all the guys

A big bow wow wow, cuz we gonna make it a little mystery

Here tonight, this is DJ Eazy Dick, on the station that

Slaps you across your fat ass, with a fat dick

When I met you last night baby

Before you opened up your gap

I had respect for ya lady

But now I take it all back

Cause you gave me all your pussy

And ya even licked my balls

Leave your number on the cabinet

And I promise baby, I'll give ya a call

Next time I'm feelin kinda horny

You can come on over, and I'll break you off

And if you can't fuck, that day, baby

Just lay back, and open your mouth

Cause I have never

Met a girl

That I love

In the whole wide world

Well, if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch I'd always be broke

I'd never have no motherfuckin indo to smoke

I gets loced and looney, bitch you can't Do Me

Do we like BBD, you hoochie groupie?

I have no love for hoes

That's somethin I learned in the pound

So how the fuck am I supposed

To pay this hoe, just to lay this hoe

I know the pussy's mines, I'ma fuck a couple more times

And then I'm through with it, there's nothing else to do with it

Pass it to the homie, now you hit it

Cause she ain't nuthin but a bitch to me

And y'all know, that bitches ain't shit to me

I gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention

Approach it with a different proposition, I'm Kurupt

Hoe you'll never be my only one, trick ass beeeitch!

It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

Guess who back in the motherfuckin house

With a fat dick for your motherfuckin mouth

Hoes recognize, niggaz do too

Cuz when bitches get skanless and pull a voodoo

What you gon do? You really don't know

So I'd advise you not to trust that hoe

Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch

Knowin damn well, I'm too caught up with my grip

Now as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger

How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga named Snoop

Doggy, I'm all the above

I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes

But see, it ain't no fun, if my homies can't get a taste of it

Cause you know I don't love em

Whoa!

Hey, now ya know, inhale, exhale with my flow

One for the money, two for the biches

Three to get ready, and four to hit the switches

In my Chevy, six-fo' Rad to be exact

With bitches on my side, and bitches on back

So back up bitch cuz i'm strugglin, so get

Off your knees and then start jugglin

These motherfuckin nuts in your mouth

It's me, Warren G the nigga with the clout

Whoo!

It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

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

Good Morning boys and girls,

I'm your Substitute teacher,

My name is Mr. Buckwort

The topic Fo' today is, what you would like to be when you grow up

"You, over there in the jean shirt, what you wanna

Be when you grow up?"

–"Id like to be a police officer"

"Alright, that's a pretty good profession"

"You over there in that black shirt,

What you wanna be when you grow up?"

– "i wanna be a fire man"

Alright, that's a pretty good profession too

You, back there in those french braids, what's yo name?

– My name is Snoop

Hi Snoop, what you wanna be when you grow up?

– I wanna be a motherfuckin hustla', ya betta ask somebody

This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas

This is for the hustlas, now back to the G'z

This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas

This is for the hustlas now back to the G'z

Freeze, at ease, now let me drop some more of them keys

It's 19 9-tre so let me just play

It's Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic

I'm back with Dr. Dre

But this time I'ma hit yo' ass with a touch

To leave motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up

So sit back relax new jacks get smacked

It's Snoop Doggy Dogg I'm at the top of the stack

I don't lack for a second and I'm still checkin'

The dopest motherfucker that ya hearin' on the record

It's me, ya see, S N double O P

D O double G Y, the D O double G

I'm fly as a falcon, soarin' through the sky

And I'm high till I dizzie, rizzide

So check it, I get busy, I make your head dizzy

I blow up your mouth like I was Dizzy Gillespie

I'm crazy, you can't phase me

I'm the S oh yes, I'm fresh, I don't fuck with the stress

I'm all about the chronic, bionic ya see

Every single day, chillin' with the D O double G's

P O U N D that's my clique, my crew

Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up

I thought ya knew but yet and still

Ya wanna get real, now it's time to peel, ya say chill

And feel the motherfuckin' realism

Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic

I'm hittin' hard as steel nigga

This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas

This is for the hustlas, now back to the G'z

This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas

This is for the hustlas now back to the G'z

How many hoes in your motherfuckin' group

Wanna take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, DeVille?

Chill, as I take you on a trip where them niggaz ride

And slide, you know about the East Side

Niggaz like myself, here to show you where it's at

With my hoes on my side and my strap

On my back, papers I stack daily

And Death Row is still the label that pays me

But you know how that goes, we flow toe for toe

If you ain't on the Row, fuck you and your hoe, really doe

So check it, it's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip

Still clockin' grip, and really don't give a sheeit

About nuttin' at all just my Doggs steppin' through the fog

And I'm still gonna fade 'em all

With the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin'

How many hoes in ninety-four will I be bangin'?

Every single one to get the job done

As I dip, skip, flip, right back to two one

Where the sun be shinin' and I be ryhmin'

It's me, Snoop D O double G and I'm climbin'

This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas

This is for the hustlas, now back to the G'z

This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas

This is for the hustlas now back to the G'z

I come creepin' through the fog with my saggin' Dukes

East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeVille

I'm rollin' with the G Funk, bumpin' in my shit and it don't quit

So drop it on the one motherfucker put together that set

A nigga with a grip of that gangsta shit

With the Eastside hoes on my motherfuckin' dick

And the Compton niggaz all about to set trip

Swing it back, bring it back, just like this

And if you with my shit then blaze up another spliff

And keep the motherfuckin' blunt in your pocket loc

'Cause Doggy Dogg is all about the zig zag smoke

See it's a West coast thing, where I'm from

And if you want some, get some, bad enough, take some

But watch the gun by my side

Because it represents me and the motherfuckin' East Side

So bow down to the bow wow 'cause bow wow

Yippie yo, you can't see my flow

My shit is dope, original, now you know

And can't no hood fuck with Death Rizzow

This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas

This is for the hustlas, now back to the G'z

This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas

This is for the hustlas now back to the G'z

Oh sh-, is, is that Snoop over there? Oh, sh-

(F- that n-, bitch, my name is Samsnee, you better recognize)

Ayo, uh, I'm sorry, I just love that n-

He is so fine, his music is so f- dope (man, f- that n-)

Ayy, look Samuel, I gotta go pee, I'll be right back alright?

(Yeah, aight)

Oh, sh-

Yo Snoop, what's up Snoop? (Yo, hold on)

Hey, how you doing? (Yo, what's happening?)

Yo, Snoop, you know, I just love your sh-

You are just so fine, and you- (ayo bitch)

(Bring your black ass back over, what the f-'s wrong with you?)

(Yo, what's happening? Is that your n- or something?) Ay

Look check this sh- out, that n-, he don't run me, okay?

I'm talking to you, let's- (yeah, what's up n-?)

(What the f-'s wrong with you?) Man

Yo, n-, what's happening fool?

You know the name of the game, yo' bitch chose me

N-, we can handle this like some gentleman

Or we can get into some gangsta sh-

(Well, what's up n-?)

Have it your motherf- way

(Well what' up?)

That's what's up, n-

Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump

Pump, pump

Let the motion of your body be the key, 'cause we

Be the motherf- G Funk family

Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game

Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the game

If it ain't one thing it's a motherf- nother

Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother

Whether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuce

When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get loose

'Cause back in the days, on the side where it's at

A n- had to have a fat stack

And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go

Rat-tat-tat-tat, n- slap to a motherf-r face he fall

Can't none of y'all n- see the Doggy Dogg

'Cause I'm one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness

So shut the f- up, and listen while I'm kickin this

Blam blam, blam to dem all

Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg

(Pump pump)

Blam blam, blam to dem all

Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg

(Pump pump)

Now you can look to the Sun, and spot the moon

And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room

With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk

Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a n-...

I come down with the wickedness

One rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!)

Close your eyes 'cause you can't see me

I quit school cause of recess you f- B.G.

I'm shakin up the party, like Lodi Dodi

Is he the dopest? Ya betta ask somebody

When, then, send, some gin

And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin

In 19-motherf-in'-93

I'm f- up every n- known in the industry

Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang

You know who I am you know my motherf- name, who am I?

(The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Smell) last name (D-O-double-G)

The behavior and the flavor that I found

Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound

Blam blam, blam to dem all

Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg

(Pump pump)

Blam blam, blam to dem all

Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg

(Pump pump)

Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat

Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat

Don't sleep while I creep peep out my technique

I forgot, I'm out of sight so you can't see the

MC of the year, you hear and you fear

I got somethin for them n- in the front and the rear

I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride

I'm satisfied now everything is really alright

You know when I come n- I come wicked

Don't need no permisison, motherf-er I'ma kick it

N- sweat my sh- I wet em up with the biscuit

Lick em up shot, it don't stop, till dem all drop

Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks

Just stop, rottin on the next n- jock

I'm strapped with my glock on your block

And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot

Blam blam, blam to dem all

Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg

(Pump pump)

Blam blam, blam to dem all

Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg

(Pump pump)

Blam blam, blam to dem all

Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg

(Pump pump)

Blam blam, blam to dem all

Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg

(Pump pump)