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Ai Dogg, let me holla man
Wuz up
is on the streets
Your gone be delicate
Dre did shake the spea's out, man
Delicate,
So that's what me now?
Man, I don't a fuck about no beat

Now let me shake that man
I hear ya
a cold, cold thing
It's a thing
For real, hmm

I got more niggas to get at me than the President do sometimes
Niggas be tryin' to get at me I be droppin' funky rhymes
the fuck is goin' on? This rap game is made to make money
You niggas is taking the shit hand, actin' way too funny
Doin' too much, what I see it from the get-go
What the fuck's on wit you niggas, y'all tryin' to play a low pro
And tryin' ta be hard and tryin' ta be big willies or whatever they it
I guess it's for me to act just like an alcoholic
And step to the game, I'm a stumble in like I don't
And if a nigga say somethin' wrong, I'm takin' off the get-go

I ain't givin' no room to try to get me
'Cos I done been bombed on before and tell you
Man, that's the
in the world, but I'ma keep my thang together
'Cos I'ma keep makin' money and hope everything is still
papers, man, now what y'all niggas doin'?
All y'all broke on the corner, drinkin' your
be doin' what I'm doin'
But don't get mad and don't be tryin' to
'Cos, uhh, takin' trips around to state

Representin', uhh, what y'all wanna
But can't represent it 'cos y'all got no dollars, no cents
I'm movin' on, groovin' on and I'm
more moves than the average Cuban
Tryin' ta get G's across the town, tryin' ta make more
And tryin' ta get my game tight and get at bitch
Now if she wants to get with this, she gone holla at a player, do'
'Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Royce
And she wants to jump in, bring a
'Cos everything is like alphabet, on in

on in and bring a friend and you can come on back
'Cos when you do, we gone be on some Cognac
on me, I'm feelin' good tonight
'Cos I'ma do mines and I'ma everything tight
I ain't nothin' leak 'cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught
And I can't get caught 'cos you how they do it
that child support
Shit, bitches is cold on a who ain't got his game tight
Gettin' 18-point-5 percent, half your
Shit, I love my boy and all

But I ain't be payin' no bitch, no no, no way Dogg
I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too
I'm guaranteed to get away from some shit like dat, ain't right
'Cos, uhh, when you play in game you got to be the real player
You be no fake ass nigga talkin' about you wanna be the man
'Cos if you ain't the game, the game ain't gonna be wit you
And I can put on everything including you

One of five black males before the year 2000
Will be or deceased
No justice, no
Yeah, the truth hurts, we scared to go to

Look here, but don't cut it, gettin' points
Step back for a second, I'm puttin' than five to this joint
Hmm, if is the bomb niggas gonna blow up
Atlanta at the Olympics
Niggas be but I'll be pimpin'
I be trippin' off no nigga at all, no bitches
Just tryin' to get my money, I don't even be trippin' off no
I to like low-riders but now I like Eastsiders
I put it wit me and make a hit maker, y'knowhatI'msayin'?
I love the now 'cos now they got Shaq O'Neal
time to make a million dollars and that's for real

See we gone blow up and show up and throw up nuttin' but Pound
Give it to ya ta put it down and we'll be to your town
So just sit in your seats and wait til' we come
Until we do just keep smokin' and blue
Or whatever you do just stay to what you do
'Cos we gone keep doin' what the we got to do
Now, follow me now and listen to the
'Cos the game's gonna get deep now, is tryin' ta creep
Tryin' ta get up on game but don't wanna be down with the PG
All of a everybody wanna dis DP

What we like?
Makin' y'all diss us, that ain't
I should get upset but I'ma composed
Chill for a second, at some hos
Drinkin' my drink, smokin' my
Countin' my bank, uhh, that shit
Stanky bank is what I got I'ma keep it
And nah this ain't no motherfuckin'

Yeah, we're in drought
Niggas for a reason
It's thanksgiving without the feast
Yeah, the hurts, we're scared to go to church

They got me runnin' from my life, I'm jumpin'
They got dogs on my ass but I'm a
So I know how to and get wit dat shit
The dog run up on me, I give him a cold like nigga up off me
He turn and bite the police, hmm
recognize Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes
I slide in the back of a garage dippin' this ho
run right past me, ask me, "Have I seen the suspect?"
"Yeah, he that way", now for the jack