Lyrics:
Strike the ass out
Me and my niggas go full-throttle
Cause 'Cris naked
So we 'bout
To get it started
Get it, Dogg Pound nigga, we 'bout, to get
it was mine
Uh
The stars align when we come by
Crooked, Crooked, Crooked
I been lookin, lookin, lookin
Lookin for that crime to fill my time up
Bitch
to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homie, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo' mouth
Make you bow down to the Row
Fuckin' me, now I
to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homie, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo' mouth
Make you bow down to the Row
Fuckin' me, now I
[Snoop Dogg]
Sharitha, Kalika, Salitha and Parisha
All my lil' sneakers that love the way I freak her
Man, it's a trip how they do me, ooh wee
Make me
So I hit up the hood, wit one hand on the heater
The other in the air, Dogg Pound gangsta's yo, we don't care
I gots to watch myself, especially my
schizzle bizzle, ha ha
[Snoop Dogg]
Me and my partner, in my Impala
Popping our collars, tossing up dollars
A truck on the side of with hoes that wanna
]
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high!
It's 1 A.M. and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by me just move with ya' boy
Got
my baby rate
When I grip round her butt, I hold her steady
Yeah.. she my one and only
Quick to keep back haters who don't know me
I... feel... good
ain't ever seen him in my town
But you could see Snoop Dogg everyday
I'm boss to the blocks like the projects in the PJ's
Yeah, for those of you who
[Intro-MC Ren]
Yo Fredwreck turn this motha fucker up man
So it can fuck with my eardrums a lil' bit
[Verse 1-Nate Dogg]
Some try to repeat my flow
treated me like a wet food stamp
After gettin' rejected, I ain't run off the set
I I sat and wrote some Dogg doo-doo rhymes at my rest
When I used to go
never question Dogg, I'm sittin' GOAT status
Eatin' chicken with my G and smokin' on some cabbage (Ah)
Used to peddle on that Schwinn with my 'fro out
Dogg Pound, LA zuu
Shit ain't even real no more
(Ain't nothing stop, don't stop
That's for damn sure)
Holla at my homie Pac and shit
(I heard 2Pac fucked
to ease your pain with money cars and broads
What would you do if you was me and I was you?
My real motherfuckers know what they gon' do
Keep it true, so
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah wassup my nigga?
I'm sittin here chillin with my nigga Kurupt and we sayin
I mean it ain't no hard motherfuckin whiteboys in
she can't either"
She grabbed me closely by my socks
And so I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks
But, um, they gave chase, they
she can't either"
She grabbed me closely by my socks
And so I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks
But, um, they gave chase, they
Heard me, uh, and the way I feel I need me a bill
And you should know tank doggs don't heal
Uh, I'm the ghetto vet, my partner car pullisin', lately
gunned down by no one
Forever I reign, top Dogg number one
My rhymes are so unexplainable and Doggs that's untrainable
Uncontainable, my mind state's so
)
Cooler than a fan (fan), money in my hand
Stashed in them brown paper bags with them rubber bands (bands)
I ain't got to say nothin', everybody know me
Crooked cops
Crooked cops
See how they drop
See how they drop
They pull me over to check my ride
I pull out my nine, and three of em died
I
having fun like me
All at the bar, sippin' on Hennessey, with no ID
So I creep, to the back just to post up
Sippin on Corona's
Where's Famingo with my cut?
We gon take it from the bottom (M-I-A-M-I to Houston!!)
H-town! Pitbull, Bun B..
My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise!
All my
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