Pimp Slap
Snoop Dogg
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W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick About to unleash another one of Those platinum plus hit's And the word is on the streets And the word is the streets We gon' go to a live remote Licking wit' my main man Mr Doggy Dogg A day in the life, of a Rollin' 20 Crip I'm just a stuburn type of fella With a head like a brick And just because I sip Moet They say that I'm hopeless But I don't give a f*ck So blame it on the loc'ness Now this is how we do it When we checking the grip Snoop Dogg is in this bitch So don't even trip I bust a funky composition that's Smooth as a prism now check it as I kick off In this funky ass rhythm it's six dub The phone is ringing off the deck And it's some homies talking about I disrespected they set Aww nah, Dogg ain't this y'all I got couple relatives up off of Crenshaw This is about me and Simon, not me and y'all I got love for a bunch of real B-Dogs Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Reel, E-Rock Boo-Lay Face And the homie Har'ron rest in peace Big Jay from Cappinella Park He used to blaze with his nephew after dark On and on, rocking big neck bone Mauseberg I had to put you on my song It's so real, I had show some love Now back to the scrub It ain't about Crip or Blood It's about you being jealous bout what I does 'Cos I does it the most The King of The Coast, in a Pink Plaint Pos I back ya down like Shack Daddy and Bust on ya out the new Caddy And skirt up Wiltshire Boulevard I'm not Xzibit, you can't pull my hoe card I fucked all your groupies When you was doing time and kept Snoopy With the fags and snitches No killers just bitches And you was paying niggas off Of all my riches You so hard caught, why ain't you Go to level four? Oh, i know (Bitch) But I walk the main line every time I go down You can check my G Files, I do it LBC style I got the word on ya Simon You need to just start rhyming (Simon) 'Cos you the biggest star on your label And them other niggas just Crumbs off my table, you're not able To compete with the heat that I drop And I still ain't been paid For One-Eight-Seven On A Cop I started yo shit and I'll end yo shit If you keep talking shit on Crip It all boils down to the fact that You're jealous of my paper stack (Jealous ass nigga) It all boils down to the fact that You're jealous of my paper stack (Gon' get pimp slapped) It all boils down to the fact that You're jealous of my paper stack (Jealous ass nigga) It all boils down to the fact that You're jealous of my paper stack (Gon' get pimp slapped) Money, I get it, paper I got it Heaters, I keep 'em, bitches, I got 'em Money, I get it, paper I got it Heaters, I keep 'em, bitches, I got 'em If I shoot you I'll be brainless and you'll be famous And I'll be spending money out the anus Your only gain is to try to get Me to fall down to your level Man you worser than devils A lotta niggas should've said it, f*ck 'em But I'ma say it for 'em, stop it, pop it Rewind and play it for 'em This nigga's a bitch like his wife Suge Knight's a bitch and that's on my life And I'ma let the whole world see 'Cos you fucked up the industry And that's on me We can go head up, nigga, set it up Or we can do the other thing I love to wet it up Your rappers and artists, tell 'em Shut it up 'Cos I'll f*ck every last one of 'em up Especially Kurupt See that's my lil' homeboy So he knows what's up He better keep it Crippin' and Slip his clip in 'Cos these niggas trippin' This is official business Do the same way, leave no witnesses This is that unexpected Diss directed, sprayed Covered and protected Strip you butt naked, chicky-check-check-it It's all to the good again You can catch Snoopy Dibby Double In the hood again spinning that real times Spitting that real shit To make the whole world feel it So put the bacon in the skillet And try to peel it 'Cos Doggy style Records is the realest Nigga it all boils down to the fact that You're jealous of my paper stack (Jealous ass nigga) It all boils down to the fact that You're jealous of my paper stack (Gon' get pimp slapped) It all boils down to the fact that You're jealous of my paper stack (Jealous ass nigga) It all boils down to the fact that You're jealous of my paper stack (Gon' get pimp slapped) Money, I get it, paper I got it Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got 'em Money, I get it, paper I got it Jealous ass nigga
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Written by: BERNARD JR EDWARDS, DAVID MARVIN BLAKE, NILE RODGERS, NORMAN ANTHONY DURHAM, WILLIE CLARKE, BETTY WRIGHT, WILLIAM EARL COLLINS, GEORGE S. CLINTON, BERNARD WORRELL, JR., CALVIN BROADUS, JOSEF LEIMBERG
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