Snoop Bounce

Ain't no funk, it's funky, it's Doggystyle (Death Row-ow, Death Row) Shucks, stomping in my big blue chucks More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you klutz Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumping your sounds It's the zoo and the Pound we don't fuck around Relax your mind and let your conscience be free And get down, stomping grounds is the LBC I slid up out the game and MC's get wacked But now I'm back (Oh shit!), so go get your strap Watch your head, I break bread Wit G's, Muslims, hard-heads and dreds Bounce, rock while rollerskating On them 20 inch tires with the platinum Daytons I'm not that BG popping all that junk About "I'll fuck you up", he sound like a punk I been there and done that, no inspiration All day demonstration beat conversation Snoop, come bounce to this Snoop, come bounce to this Snoop, come bounce to this I keep niggas in the studio, word is bond Been working on ya new album for two years strong And still can't come up with the right song You know what they say:'Study long, study wrong' All aboard the train so come along Cos we keep the glue stuck against the bone It's alright ain't no room for wrong Doggyland is the motherland, make yourself at home I got money loads by the barrels I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro I'm international money maker, player hater Shake up for the sake of spending dollars and I always holler At a player though cos players know the real from the fake You can put that on your toast, your coast and your state I give you people what you like What I look like in jail and can't get on the mic Snoop, come bounce to this Snoop, come bounce to this Snoop, come bounce to this Killing up crews, give em the real street blues Have em sliding in their eel-skins, grooving in their tennis shoes Of course it don't stop being a Westside ridah Wit no tattoos that's how they got you I lay conversation on wax and CD's BG's and originals, here come the mission Making biters ride the Pound for the rest of the season Doggy DPG ya lil homey Look, I represent the LBC-ment Windows tint, nigga that's the president I hit you with a tune every blue moon Collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face Nigga say your Grace before you touch your plate It taste like it's laced but it ain't This one puff uncut, no doubt Everybody know I gotta ounce in the house Snoop, come bounce to this Snoop, come bounce to this Snoop, come bounce to this Snoop Death row. 1-9-9-7. Snoop DOGG. Rage Against the Machine. Rock and roll hip hop. You thought I'd fall off. I'll fall off into this dope-ass rock and Roll track. Y'know? Charlie Wilson. Bow down. This is crackin' y'all. This how we doin' it. You know. Bitch! Bounce to this