[Chorus 2x: Snoop Dogg]
Down south smuggling cash, Hustlin for cash
Bustin my a**, Just to live 1st class
As the game rotate, I regulate to innovate
City to city, State to state, Don't hate

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I get up early in the morning, I take a blunt to the head
Gets my kids out the bed
Jump out, Do what I have to
Mack two, Four or five b*****s just to keep my game on tight
Snoop d-o-double-gizzie keep it busy, keep it dizzy
Keep these people guessin
I ain't stressin, Now the lesson
Is this, When you in the mix of tryin to get yo chips
Seperate yo friends from yo b***h
Now this is this, This is this, And this that
Cause once upon a time the homies try to jack
They tried to creep on double g from the back
So I had to move down south, Is it right?, Is it like that?
Ain't no need for me to tell y'all what the f**k popped off
Ni***z tryed to take my chips and then they got knocked off
Snoop dogg don't be playin, I be sayin the real
I'm serious bout this paper dogg, And I might get killed
If I keep it too real, Let me spill my guts, Over this track
To let you ni***z know how I act
I get the chedder, Keep it better
Keep my sweater on close
Just in case these ni***z take a trip out the coast
And try to catch me slippin, I ain't slippin no more
Let me smoke this indo and then I count my dizzough
And when I hit the shtizzo, Or better yet the schizzo
You can gaurantee, I'm gauranteed to show

Chorus 2x

[Abel]
Yeah n***a, West coast, Down south
Hookin up, Breakin bread, Makin paper, n***a
Boss player, Get at them ni***z

[Verse 2: Boss Player]
Snoop, I feel ya n***a, Boss player I'm boss scrilla
When there's beef, s**t gets realer, ni***z be tryin to get familiar
Now i'll spill ya for a buck, n***a f**k wit this principal
What? You got a vest on ya chest?, I'll aim for ya head, Cause n***a ya not invincible
Cause after all day, Hustlin cash, Bustin my a**
A n***a think they gon f**k up my cash
Ya throwed off and funkin like trash, fuckin wit the rotation
I'm tryin to sling brick city to city, And get off probation
And ni***z be hatin, Snoop you said these ni***z was snitches
And ni***z be waitin to call the cops and gossip like b*****s
But I ain't trippin, I'ma live first class and let hoes pass
And handle my business, Cause dogg, It's all about cash

[Chorus 2x: Boss Player]
Down south, Hustlin cash, Bustin my a**
Just to live first class
As the game rotate, I regualte to innovate
City to city, state to state, Don't hate

[Outro: Kane]
Whassup, Snoop n***a, I see ya, What's the deal n***a?
Kane and abel, n***a, Real ni***z get together, Ya heard me
Boss p, Do ya thing, n***a, Most wanted boys
This is how we do it, n***a, All y'all motherfuckin b***h-a**
Ho-a**, p***y in the motherfuckin can a** ni***z cryin like b*****s
Y'all ni***z gon feel this s**t this year, n***a
F**k that s**t, n***a, Get yo paper, n***a
Get on that grind, Be ya own motherfuckin man
Get ya hustle on, n***a stay out ya motherfuckin mama house, n***a
F**k that s**t, n***a, get that cheese, Man
Yo, Boss, we gon take over this year, n***a
Most wanted boys, Most wanted records
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Down South Lyrics