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Snoop Dogg lyrics

Doggy Dogg World

(Ft. Kurupt, Dat Nigga Daz and The Dramatics)

Intro:
We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this mothafucka, my name is Taa-Dow
Y'all niggaz know who I am, y'all niggaz tearin' up shit
But we got something old N' something new for y'all tongiht
Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
Tha Dogg Pound N' the fabulous Dramatics

It's like everywhere I look N' everywhere I go
I'm hearin' mothafuckaz tryin' to steal my flow
But it ain't no thang cuz see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game when I step through the do'

(Snoop)
You know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive
Usin' my styles like a contraceptive
I hope you get burnt, seems ya havn't learnt
It's the nick-nack patty wack, I still got the biggest sack
So put your gun away, run away, cuz I'm back
(Why?)
Hit 'em up, get 'em up, spit 'em up
(Now)
Tell me what's goin' on
It make me wanna holler cuz my dollars come in ozones
Known for the break-up, so take off your clothes
N' quit tryin' to spit at my mothafuckin' hoes
Speakin' of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint?
You's a flea, N' I'm the big dog
I scratch you off my balls with my mothafuckin' paws
Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize
N' see where I'm comin' from is still east side
Till I die, why ask why
As the world keeps spinnin' to the D-O-Double-G-Y

Chorus:(The Dramatics and some girl)
It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World
It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World
The Dogg's World

(Kurupt)
Well if you give me ten bitches N' I'll fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop Dogg sippin' juice N' gin
Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin' flavor like Life Savors
Ain't that something, talk shit N' I'm dumpin'
I had your whole fuckin' block bumpin'
Don't sweat, but check the technique, I'm unique like China
You never find the bomb-a-rama than this nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm comin' through
One-two, three, you can't see me
I'm a G like that, strapped with hit hard tactics
A fuckin' menace, usin' hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, it's on N' poppin'
All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin'
I wanna see some panties droppin'
I'm comin from L.A.
She used to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was just(?) use that ho
Show her my dickies, get quickies N' kick flows)
I'm dishin' out blues, I'm upsettin' like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids N' house shoes
Kurupt, the name's often(?) marked for catchin' slugs
N' I smoke weed for the fuck of it
Rough N' rugged shit
It's unexplainatory how I gets wicked
But it's mandatory that I kick it
Check it
I'm runnin' hoes in '94, now must I prove it
Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin N' movin'
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin'
Hit the button N' light shit up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massacre from a verbal assassin
Murderin' with rhymes packin Tec 9s for some action
You really don't know, do you, you fuckin' wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm goin' out looney like O-Dog

Chorus

(Daz)
Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party
(All night long)
Ah ha, till when?
(Till the early morn)
It don't stop (N' uh) it don't quit (for the)
The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit)

Diggity Daz outta the mothafuckin' cut once mo'
So grab a seat N' grab your gin N' juice N' check out the flow
I flip flop N' serve hoes with a fat dick
Till I die I'm still screamin' that
(Bitches ain't shit)
Now I'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about
The city where I'm from, dum diddy dum
As you groove to the gangster shit
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique
Now as Tha Pound break it down with the gangsta funk
I can see N' I can tell that's what the fuck you want
So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high
I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die

Chorus

Gin and Juice

 

With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G
But I somehow, some way
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)
N', make a few ends (yeah!)
As I breeze, through two in the morning
N' the party's still jumpin' cuz my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on N'
They ain't leavin' til six in the morning
(Six in the morning)
So what you wanna do, shit
I got a pocket full of rubbers N' my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights N' close the doors
But (but what?) we don't love them hoes
(Yeah...)
So we gon' smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you mothafuckaz bounce to this

Chorus:
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin N' juice
Laid back
(With my mind on my money N' my money on my mind)
(X2)

Now that I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit happens all the time
You gotta get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G
I got the cultivatin' music that be captivatin' he
Who listens to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
N' get to mackin' to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboys' lady (Oh, that bitch?)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, cuz you gets none of these
At ease
As I mob with Tha Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
biaaatch!
I'm just...

Chorus

Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
N' a fat ass G
Of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it N' sit my cup down
Tanqueray N' chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'
Dre got some bitches from the city of ComptonTo serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cuz when I bust my nut, I'm raisin' up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'
N' I'll be...

Chorus

Murder Was the Case [DeathAfterVisualizingEternity]



As I look up at the sky
My mind starts trippin', a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin' N' they breakin', tryin' to save the Dogg
Pumpin' on my chest N' I'm screamin'
I stop breathin', damn am I seein' deamons?
Dear God, I wonder can ya save me
I can't die, my Boo-Boo's 'bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for prayin', hold up
A voice spoke to me N' it slowly started sayin'
-Bring your lifestyle to me, I'll make it better
-How long will I live?
-Eternal life N' forever
-N' will I be the G that I was?
-I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes my son
-My eyes are closed

Murder... (Murder was the case that they gave me)(X2)

I'm fresh up out my coma
I got my momma N' my daddy N' my homies in my corner
It's gonna take a miracle, they say
For me to walk again N' talk again but anyway
I get fronted some keys, to get back on my feet
N' everything that nigga said came to reality
Livin' like a baller,loc
Havin' money, N' blowin' hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a Benz N' bought my Boo-Boo a Jag
N' now I'm rollin' in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad

-Just remember who changed your mind
Cuz when you start set-trippin', that ass mine

Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
Never have a want, never have a need
They say I'm greedy but I still want mo'
Cuz my eyes wanna journey some mo', really doe
(Check it out)

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take

No mo' indo, gin N' juice
I'm on my way to Chino, rollin' on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know
Them niggaz from the other side recognize my face
Cuz it's the O.G. D-O-double G, L-B-C
Mad doggin' niggaz cuz I don't care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
Niggaz stare as I enter the center
They send me to a leval 3 yard, that's where I stay
Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin' on the floor
Niggaz gettin' they shanks, just in case the war
Pops off, cuz you can't tell what's next
My little homey Baby Boo took a pistol in his neck
N' he probably won't make it to see twenty-two
I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo

Murder... (Murder was the case that they gave me)(X4)

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