Song Lyrics

[Homey]
Hey Dogg, let me holla at'cha man

[Snoop]
Whats up home?

[Homey]
Word is on the streets
Your beats gone be delicate since Dre did shake the spea's out,
Man.

[Snoop]
Delicate? Beats?
So that's what makes me now?
Man, I don't give a f*ck about no beat

(Now let me shake that shit man)
(I hear ya Dogg)
(It's a cold, cold thing!)
(It's a cold thing!)
(For real, hmm!)

I got more niggas trying to get at me than the President do sometimes
Niggas be trying to get at me 'cause I be dropping funky rhymes
What the f*ck is going on? This rap game is made to make money
You niggas is taking the shit outta hand, acting way too funny
Doing too much, why'know I see it from the get-go
What the f*ck's going on wit you niggas, y'all trying to play a low pro
And trying ta be hard and trying ta be big willies or whatever they call it
I guess it's time for me to act just like an alcoholic
And step to the game, I'm a stumble in like I don't know
And if a nigga say something wrong, I'm taking off from the get-go
I ain't givin no room to try to get me first
Cause I done been bombed on before and I'ma tell you, man, that's the worst
Fifth in the world, but I'ma keep my thing together
Cause I'ma keep making money and hope everything is still together
Having papers, man, now what y'all niggas doing?
All y'all broke on the corner, drinking your drink, want to be doing what I'm doing
But don't get mad and don't be trying to play-hate
Cause, taking trips around state to state
Representing, what y'all want to represent
But y'all can't represent it 'cause y'all got no dollars, no cents
I'm moving on, grooving on and I'm moving
Making more moves than the average Cuban
Trying ta get G's across the town, trying ta make more hits
And trying to get my game tight and get at your bitch
Now if she wants to get with this, she gone come holla at a player, do'
Cause she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce
And she wants to jump in, bring a friend
Cause everything is like alphabet, come on in
Come on in and bring a friend and you can come on back
Cause when you do, we gone be sipping on some Cognac
It's on me, I'm feeling good tonight
Cause I'ma do mines and I'ma keep everything tight
I ain't letting nothing leak 'cause if things leak, then I'm get caught
And I can't get caught 'cause you know how they do it about that child support
Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his game tight
Getting 18-point-5 percent, half your life
Shit, I love my baby boy and all
But I ain't gonna be paying no bitch, no no, no way Dogg
I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too tight
I'm guaranteed to get away from some shit like that, ain't that right
Cause, when you play in this game you got to be the real player
You can't be no fake ass nigga talking about you want to be the man
Cause if you ain't with the game, the game ain't gonna be wit you
And I can put that on everything including you

One of every five black males berfore the year 2000 will be detained or deceased
No justice, no peace
Yeah the truth hurts, we scared to go to church

Look here, but don't cut it, getting five points
Step back for a second, I'm putting less than five to this joint
If this is the bomb niggas gonna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics
Niggas be tripping but I'll be pimping
I don't be tripping off no nigga at all, no bitches
Just trying to get money, I don't even be tripping off no switches
I used to like low-riders but now I like Eastsiders
I put it down wit me and make a hit maker, y'know what I'm sayin?
I love the Lakers now 'cause now they got Shaq O'Neal
It's time to make a million dollars and that's for real
See we gone blow up and show up and throw up nothing but Dogg Pound
Give it to ya ta put it down and we'll be round to your town
So just sit in your seats and wait til we come through
Until we do just keep smoking gray and blue
Or whatever you do just stay true to what you do
Cause we gone keep doing what the f*ck we got to do
Now, follow me now and listen to the instructions
Cause the game's gonna get deep now, niggas is tryin ta creep
Trying ta get up on game but they don't want to be down with the PG
All of a sudden everybody want to dis DP
Now, what we look like?
Making y'all diss us, that ain't right
I should get upset but I'ma stay composed
Chill for a second, spit at some hos
Drinking my drink, smoking my dank
Counting my bank, that shit stank
Stanky bank is what I got 'cause I'ma keep it
And nah this ain't no motherfucking secret

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

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

Broadus, Brooks