[Homey] Word is on the streets Your beats gone be delicate since Dre did shake the spea's out, Man.
[Snoop] Delicate? Beats? So that's what makes me now? Man, I don't give a fuck about no beat
(Now let me shake that shit man) (I hear ya Dogg) (It's a cold, cold thing!) (It's a cold thing!) (For real, hmm!)
I got more niggas trying to get at me than the President do sometimes Niggas be trying to get at me 'cause I be dropping funky rhymes What the fuck is going on? This rap game is made to make money You niggas is taking the shit outta hand, acting way too funny Doing too much, why'know I see it from the get-go What the fuck's going on wit you niggas, y'all trying to play a low pro And trying ta be hard and trying ta be big willies or whatever they call it I guess it's time for me to act just like an alcoholic And step to the game, I'm a stumble in like I don't know And if a nigga say something wrong, I'm taking off from the get-go I ain't givin no room to try to get me first Cause I done been bombed on before and I'ma tell you, man, that's the worst Fifth in the world, but I'ma keep my thing together Cause I'ma keep making money and hope everything is still together Having papers, man, now what y'all niggas doing? All y'all broke on the corner, drinking your drink, want to be doing what I'm doing But don't get mad and don't be trying to play-hate Cause, taking trips around state to state Representing, what y'all want to represent But y'all can't represent it 'cause y'all got no dollars, no cents I'm moving on, grooving on and I'm moving Making more moves than the average Cuban Trying ta get G's across the town, trying ta make more hits And trying to get my game tight and get at your bitch Now if she wants to get with this, she gone come holla at a player, do' Cause she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce And she wants to jump in, bring a friend Cause everything is like alphabet, come on in Come on in and bring a friend and you can come on back Cause when you do, we gone be sipping on some Cognac It's on me, I'm feeling good tonight Cause I'ma do mines and I'ma keep everything tight I ain't letting nothing leak 'cause if things leak, then I'm get caught And I can't get caught 'cause you know how they do it about that child support Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his game tight Getting 18-point-5 percent, half your life Shit, I love my baby boy and all But I ain't gonna be paying no bitch, no no, no way Dogg I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too tight I'm guaranteed to get away from some shit like that, ain't that right Cause, when you play in this game you got to be the real player You can't be no fake ass nigga talking about you want to be the man Cause if you ain't with the game, the game ain't gonna be wit you And I can put that on everything including you
One of every five black males berfore the year 2000 will be detained or deceased No justice, no peace Yeah the truth hurts, we scared to go to church
Look here, but don't cut it, getting five points Step back for a second, I'm putting less than five to this joint If this is the bomb niggas gonna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics Niggas be tripping but I'll be pimping I don't be tripping off no nigga at all, no bitches Just trying to get money, I don't even be tripping off no switches I used to like low-riders but now I like Eastsiders I put it down wit me and make a hit maker, y'know what I'm sayin? I love the Lakers now 'cause now they got Shaq O'Neal It's time to make a million dollars and that's for real See we gone blow up and show up and throw up nothing but Dogg Pound Give it to ya ta put it down and we'll be round to your town So just sit in your seats and wait til we come through Until we do just keep smoking gray and blue Or whatever you do just stay true to what you do Cause we gone keep doing what the fuck we got to do Now, follow me now and listen to the instructions Cause the game's gonna get deep now, niggas is tryin ta creep Trying ta get up on game but they don't want to be down with the PG All of a sudden everybody want to dis DP Now, what we look like? Making y'all diss us, that ain't right I should get upset but I'ma stay composed Chill for a second, spit at some hos Drinking my drink, smoking my dank Counting my bank, that shit stank Stanky bank is what I got 'cause I'ma keep it And nah this ain't no motherfucking secret
Yeah, we're in drought season Niggas looking for a reason It's like thanksgiving without the feast Yeah the truth hurts, we're scared to go to church
They got me running from my life, I'm jumping gates They got dogs on my ass, but I'm a Dogg So I know how to alert and get wit dat shit The dog run up on me I give him a cold Like nigga back up off me He turn around and bite the police, Game recognize Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes I slide in the back of a garage, dipping with this ho They run right past me, ask me "Have I seen the suspect?" "Yeah, he went that way", now for the jack