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Calvin Cordozar Broadus, Jr. (born October 20, 1971) is an American rapper, singer-songwriter, record producer, and actor, well known by his alter-egos Snoop Doggy Dogg, Snoop Dogg and Snoop Lion. Snoop Lion has sold over 30 million albums worldwide. His music career began in 1992 when he was discovered by Dr. Dre. He collaborated on Dre's solo debut The Chronic, and on the theme song to the film Deep Cover. Snoop's debut album Doggystyle, was released in 1993 under Death Row Records, debuting at No.1 on both the Billboard 200 and R&B charts. Selling almost a million copies in the first week of its release, Doggystyle became certified 4× platinum in 1994 and spawned several hit singles, including "What's My Name" and "Gin & Juice". In 1994, Snoop rele… more »

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2006

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West Coast, it's time to stand up nigga
We gon' unite 'round this motherfucker one time
I'm callin' every real Crip nigga
And every real be-Dogg, to the table right now
Yeah, we gon' push a real line right now
See if y'all with this real gangsta guerrilla shit

Have you ever seen 100,000 Rip riders from the side
Blue Chuck's, blue rags, gray clouds, blue skies
On the move, can't lose, Hill Street blues
Niggas gotta pay they dues on the crews or with the uzi spray
These suckas then I cruise, my granny saw it on the news
She shook up, look up and then she put me on the move
I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
'Cause the homies had the loop-loop that night at King Park
And I got into a squab, got caught and went to jail
Straight to the County with no motherfuckin' bail

4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get right, Crip right
Eyes open 'cause niggas get stuck on seez-ight
It ain't no motherfuckin' problem, pop-pop, tick-tock
Never flip-flop, 20 Crippin' til I drop

Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip
So whoot, so whoot, so whoot, so whoot
Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip
So whoot, so whoot, so whoot, so whoot
Ca-rip

Is I, in the motherfuckin' S-5
With the red bandanna double knotted 'round the rear view
Niggas see clear through, they know that it's Game
Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em know that I bang
So bang, like Snoop in "Deep Cover"
I got the seat reclined, fo-five under the white-T, smothered
Dippin' down Green Leaf, I ain't got no enemies
Been shot five times, now I bleed Hennessy
And bang for my niggas locked up, they can't stop us
It ain't a gangsta party 'til we go and dig Pac up
I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on
Hughey P. Lewis with Air Force One's on
I gang bang but I'm the opposite of Tookie Williams
Red Lambo', red bandanna print ceilin'
Me and Snoop got the West Coast locked
Red and blue rag tied in a knot
With all my motherfuckin' homies yellin' out

So whoot, so whoot, so whoot, so whoot
Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip
So whoot, so whoot, so whoot, so whoot
Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip

I ran outta gas in Long Beach, I'm stuck
Ain't no Bloods and all I see is blue Chuck's
Hopped out the '6-trey, nowhere to go
Til' Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steeler '6-4
We just dippin', one Bloodin' one Crippin'
I'm on that Bulls shit, throwback Scott' Pippen
Moral is, my bandanna hangin' from the left side
So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood, just throw up West side

(What up Blood?) Yeah 'cause, we just tippin'
Me and Game doin' thangs, switchin' lanes, Hurricanes on my feet
Stop, and see-Walk to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street
East side LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it see known, nigga welcome to the Thunderdome

Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip
So whoot, so whooot, so whoot, so whoot
Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip
So whoot, so whoot, so whoot, so whoot
So whoot, so whoot, so whoot, so whoot
Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip

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