Another smoke session up in this motherfucker
Blaze some shit up for me Q
Yea, wussup Dogg, this is whut I`m talkin bout
Some of that gangsta shit (Eastside)
Shuttin these niggas up (Shut em up shut em up dogg)
Westcoast nigga, Quik and Snoop Dogg (Forever)
9-9 nigga
When I wake up in the morning and I get up out my bed
I feel good, o yes I do
Cause I still can give it up for you
Chorus:
Cause we`re all a little strong
In the Beach, where the paper`s long
But as for me
I only G when I`m buss`n rocks
Dogg Pound
(repeat)
Verse One:
Nigga, you know you gotta have heart
I told you niggas from the start
If I`m still in it, I`m in it for life
Always stay down and keep my motha fuckin` game tight
Cause ever since Elementary, or was it Pre-school Quik?
I was a motha fuckin` fool
I had to have papers it was routine
A young nigga on a mission for them collard greens
I, shake niggas
Break Niggas
Make niggas, shank theyselves
For fuckin with my wealth (nigga)
And it`ll catch on
Cause if it don`t, it`s on
And, cuzz, I ain`t even slippin` when I`m all alone
Sittin` back loungin` in the Chronic Zone
Clown me ya gone
Surround me, it`s on
Get the money you`re gone
My niggas` paper so long
They call him Snoop Capone
So if you want me, get me, got me
Should have shot him
But now they call me Snoop Gotti
And that`s all I LBC
Betta yet, that`s all I DPGC
Chorus (2x)
Verse Two:
I`m slappin` bones
In front of my home
Choppin` game on the phone
Smokin` a zone
Big 6, big 5-3`s with ya bitches
My girls in the kitchen, cookin` up some fish and
I`m blastin` at this nigga that was trippin`
O, knuckle head nigga, thought I was slippin`
But I wasn`t slippin`, I was on deck
I blast his ass, peck peck now his shirt`s wet
Dead, gone, light`s out
With no remorse, I had to take him out
I`m laughin` at this shit cause it was funny
Fuckin` with the dogg I take your life and your money
And then I dip to my spot (dip dip)
And set up shop with yo rocks (motha fucka)
And nobody gon` speak on the 8-7
Cause still, all doggs go to heaven
Chorus (2x)
Verse 3:
I`m freestylin`
C-stylin`
Snoop and Quik comin` through we fin` to take you to the island
Where the bitches and the bud come free
And everybody listen to the D-O double G
Hoes on my dick, niggas on my nuts
People be lovin` me because I drop cuts
That makes sense, it make big money
See Snoop is that nigga who don`t hafta play funny
But I got yo honey, up under my wing
Cause she like the song that the bow-wow sing
I`ll put her in a cling
I won`t buy her a ring
But I`ll put her on the hoe-stroll to make me some green
And even if she never even saw me befo`
There`s just no way that she can tell me no
You know my game`s unbelievable baby (uh uh, uh uh)
And it`s strong enough to make your grandmama pay me
Chorus (2x)
West coast, gangsta shit
My nigga DJ Q
Yea
Like I told y`all
DPG for the 9-9
DPG, yea Top Dogg, fo sho`
Smoke y`all
