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Next Episode Feat. Dr Dre [snoop dogg] La-da-da-da-dahh It’s the motherfuckin d-o-double-g (snoop dogg!) La-da-da-da-dahh You know i’m mobbin with the d.r.e. (yeah yeah yeah You know who’s back up in this motherfucker!) What what what what? (so blaze the weed up then!) Blaze it up, blaze it up! (just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, ‘sup snoop??) Top dogg, bite me all, nigga burn the shit up D-p-g-c my nigga turn that shit up C-p-t, l-b-c, yeah we hookin back up And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up Thug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin it up Lowlife, yo’ life, boy we livin it up Takin chances while we dancin in the party fo’ sho’ Slip my hoe a forty-fo’ and she got in the back do’ Bitches lookin at me strange but you know i don’t care Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin my hair Bitch quit talkin, quick walk if you down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet Out of town, put it down for the father of rap And if yo’ ass get cracked, bitch shut yo’ trap Come back, get back, that’s the part of success If you believe in the x you’ll be relievin your stress [snoop] la-da-da-da-dahh [dre] it’s the motherfuckin d.r.e. (dr. dre motherfucker!) [snoop] la-da-da-da-dahhh [dre] you know i’m mobbin with the d-o-double-g [dr. dre] Straight off the fuckin streets of c-p-t King of the beats you ride to em in your fleet (fleetwood) Or coupe deville rollin on dubs How you feelin whoopty=whoop nigga whut? Dre and snoop chronic’ed out in the ‘llac With doc in the back, sippin on ‘gnac (yeah) Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods (what hoods?) Compton, long beach, inglewood!

South central out to the westside (wessyde) It’s california love, this california bud got a nigga gang of pub I’m on one, i might bail up in the century club With my jeans on, and my team strong Get my drink on, and my smoke on Then go home with, somethin to poke on (whassup bitch?) Loc it’s on for the two-triple-oh Comin real, it’s the next episode... [nate dogg] Hold up, heyyyyyyyy For my niggaz who be thinkin we soft We don’t, playyyyyyy We gon’ rock it til the wheels fall off Hold up, heyyyyyyyy For my niggaz who be actin too bold Take a, seeaaaaaat Hope you ready for the next episode Heyyyeyyyeeyeyyyyeyyyy........ smoke weed everday!


Nuthin’ But A G Thang Feat. Dr Dre One, two, three and to the fo’ Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do’ Ready to make an entrance, so back on up [Cause you know we ‘bout to rip shit up]

Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don’t choke If ya’ do, ya’ have no clue O’ what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do

Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble

It’s like this and like that and like that and uh It’s like that and like this and like that and uh It’s like this, than who gives a fuck about those? So jus’ chill, ‘til the next episode

Ain’t nothin’ but a G thang, baaaaabay! Two loc’ed out nigga’s so we’re craaaaazay! Death Row is the label that paaaaays me! Unfadable, so please don’t try to fade this [Hell yeah]

[We ain’t got to be there (cos you’re over the project)] [We ain’t got to be there (Yeah, yeah!)] -Snoop Dogg

But, uh, back to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected, so I’m ‘a let ‘em understand From a young G’s perspective And before me dig out a bitch I have ta’ find a contraceptive You never know she could be earnin’ her man, And learnin’ her man, and at the same time burnin’ her man Now you know I ain’t wit that shit, Lieutenant Ain’t no pussy good enough to get burnt while I’m up in it Now that’s realer than real-deal Holyfield And now all you hookas and ho’s know how I feel Well if it’s good enough to get broke off a proper chunk I’ll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff It’s like this and like that and like this and uh It’s like that and like this and like that and uh It’s like this and like that and like this and uh Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom -Dr Dre Well I’m peepin’, and I’m creepin’, and I’m creep-in’ But I damn near got caught, ‘cause my beeper kept beepin’ Now it’s time for me to make my impression felt So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt You never been on a ride like this befo’ With a producer who can rap and control the maestro At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick You know, and I know, I flow some ol funky shit To add to my collection, the selection

Fallin’ back on that ass with a hellified gangsta’ lean Gettin’ funky on the mic like a’ old batch o’ collard greens It’s the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P D O double G Y D O double G ya’ see Showin’ much flex when it’s time to wreck a mic Pimpin’ ho’s and clockin’ a grip like my name was Dolomite Yeah, and it don’t quit I think they in a mood for some mothafuckin’ G shit So Dre. [What up Dogg?] We gotta give ‘em what dey want [What’s that, G?] We gotta break ‘em off somethin’ [Hell yeah] And it’s gotta be bumpin’ [City of Compton!] -Dr.Dre It’s where it takes place so I’m a ask your attention Mobbin like a mothafucka but I ain’t lynchin Droppin’ the funky shit that’s makin the sucka niggaz mumble When I’m on the mic, it’s like a cookie, they all crumble Try to get close, and your ass’ll get smacked My mothafuckin homie Doggy Dogg has got my back Never let me slip, ‘cause if I slip, then I’m slippin’ But if I got my Nina, then you know I’m straight trippin’ And I’m a continue to put the rap down, put the mack down And if your bitches talk shit, I have ta’ put the smack down Yeah, and ya’ don’t stop I told you I’m just like a clock when I tick and I tock


But I’m never off, always on, ‘til the break dawn C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach Puttin’ the shit together Like my nigger D.O.C., no one can do it better Like this, that and this and uh It’s like that and like this and like that and uh It’s like this, than who gives a fuck about those? So jus’ chill, ‘til the next episode [We ain’t got to be there (cos you’re over the project)] [We ain’t got to be there (Yeah, yeah!)] [We ain’t got to be there (cos you’re over the project)] [We ain’t got to be there (Yeah, yeah!)] [We ain’t got to be there (cos you’re over the project)] [We ain’t got to be there (Yeah, yeah!)]


Gin & 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) And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through Two in the mornin and the party’s still jumpin Cause my momma ain’t home I got bitches in the living room gettin it on And, they ain’t leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin) So what you wanna do, sheeeit I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But (but what) we don’t love them hoes, yeah! So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G’s up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this Coro: x2 Rollin down the street, smokin ENDO, sippin on gin and juice Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind] 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 got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G I got the cultivating music that be captivating he Who listens, to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street And get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?) She used to be the homeboy’s lady (Oh, that bitch) Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these N-U-T’s, bitch you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze Beeeitch, I’m just

Coro Later on that day My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke Shit, this ain’t no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down Tanqueray and 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 Compton To serve me, not with a cherry on top Cause 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’ And I’ll be Coro Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!) Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!) Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]


Tha Shiznit Poppin, stoppin, hoppin like a rabbit When I take the nina Ross ya know I gota ta have it I lay back in the cut retain myself Think about the shit, and I’m thinkin wealth How can I makes my grip And how should I make that nigga straight slip Set trip, gotta get him for his grip as i dip around the corner, now i’m on a-nother mission, wishin, upon a star Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar In the back of the limo no demo, this is the real Breakin niggaz down like Evander Holyfield, chill to the next Episode I make money, and I really don’t love hoes Tell ya the truth, I swoop in the Coupe I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops But now I, make, hits, every single day With, that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre So lay back in the cut, motherfucker ‘fore you get shot It’s 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop Boy it’s gettin hot, yes indeed it is Snoop Dogg is on the mic i’m about as crazy as Biz Markie, spark the, chronic bud real quick And let me get into some fly gangsta shit Yeah, I lay back, stay back in the cut Niggaz try to play the D-O-G like a mutt I got a little message, don’t try to see Snoop I’m fin to fuck a bitch, what’s her name it’s Luke You tried to see me, on the TV, youse a B.G. D-O-double-G, yes I’ma O.G. You can’t see my homey Dr. Dre So what the fuck a nigga like you gotta say Gotta take a trip to the MIA And serve your ass with a motherfuckin AK You, can’t, see, the D-O-double-G, cuz that be me i’m servin um, swervin in the Coupe The Lexus, flexes, from Long Beach to Texas Sexist, hoes, they wanna get witht his

Cuz Snoop Dogg is the shit, beeeitch! Ahhhh, I’m somewhat brain boggled So I look to the microphone and slowly start to wobble Grab it, have it, stick it to the plug It’s Snoop, Doggy, I got a got a fat dub Sack of the chronic in my back pocket loc Need myself a lighter so I can’t take a smoke I toke everyday, I loc everyday With the P-O-U-N-D and my nigga Dr. Dre Lay back in the cut, like I told your ass Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast I got a little cousin by the name of Daz And bitches who fuck him, gimme the ass Cuz they know about the shit that we be goin through And they know about the shit that I be puttin up And they be knowin bout the shit I do when I’m on the mic Cause Snoop Dogg is Trump tight like a virgin, the surgeon Is Dr. Drizzay, so lizzay, and plizzay With D-O-double-Gizzay the fly human being seein No I’m not European bein all I can When I put the motherfuckin mic in my hand, and You don’t understand when i’m kickin Cuz Snoop is on the mic and I gets wicked, follow me Listen to me, cuz I do you like you wanna be done Snoop Doggy Dogg on this three two one, umm Dum, diddy-dum here I come With the gat and the guitar was strung, I’m not that lunatic nigga who you thought I was When I caught you slippin, I’m gon catch you then I peel your cap Snapped back, relax Ya better not be slippin with them B’s on the ‘83 Cadillac So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G’s up hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this


The Way Life Used To Be It’s all right. Reflections of the way life used to be I’m all right Take it back to the afros and the naturals Cape cutter picks we slips into the backroads O.G. my nigga for real though Straight up off that east side top of the hill yo I'm looking at the overview Thinking bout 86 damn I was overdue Walking in the hood making mix tapes trying to walk up out the hood While I'm chucking up the hood nigga talk about the hood That I came from it raised me that real Crip crazy Why oh, woopsy daisy Demon or a heathen scheming while I'm dreaming Screaming to get even seeing is believing And don't you forget that Get it to you get back hit that kick back Three flies one a way Reminisce about the things that my grandmama use to say Stay in your own lane stay on your own and quit tryna be grown Day turn to night and play turn to fight Yeah I guess my granny was right Reflections of the way life used to be It’s all right. I like them girls from Ladera Heights or the girls on Heelss I take a trip up the World On Wheels and get in a fight Make it back to my ride Pop shots at some suckers disrespecting my side My big homie my cuzzo schoolyard bozo Slid me away just to get me away I'm just a Long Beach nigga outside of my hood I'm banging, riding, but doing it good When I get locked down there ain't hiding and wondering As soon as I hit the County I'm up in 48 hundred With the dealers the killers the realist there beastt

The best from the west and the beast from the east Yeah I'm acting a fool I'm getting my degree from gladiator school I chose this life cause I knows this life Sell a little crack and my flows is tight I'm clear on my choice and what's cold is I can still hear my grandma's voice She say day turn to night and play turn to fight Yeah I guess my granny was right (It’s all right) I guess my granny was right Reflections of the way life used to be It’s all right. If you get caught then you don't walk cause you don't talk And these was the rules squeeze on these fools I came up in a different era homie Where the G's is the G's and the little wannabe's really want it Wanna be like cause the C life make you wanna G like Now who you wanna be like That fool on the TV screen Or the homie on the corner getting major cream In the Cadillac beating like Battle Cat A nigga with money don't know how to act Smoke til your eyes get cataracts All money nonsense yeah none of that Quarter sack run it back roll it back lock him up bag him up front him that If a trick jump the track do you want your money back Lil bitch was a bunny rat Watch for the funny hat Cause it's gonna come And my granny said it's no fun She say day turn to night and play turn to fight Yeah I guess my granny was right Reflections of the way life used to be It’s all right.


From Tha Chuuuch To Da Palace Fa shizzle dizzle, its the big Neptizzle with the Snoopy D-O-Double Jizzle! ...(Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) ...C-walk to this (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) ...Hehe, yeah, C-walk to this (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) ...Ahaha, C-walk to this (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)

But thats how we get anotha doggy dogg housin This year we aint fuck wih thousands We clean with millions and we fly as a falcon Pull up to the Doggy Dogg Pound, with a car fulla bitches fuckin grits like Alice [Coro]

[Verso 1] Bam, boom, watchoo gone do cuz? Guess I'm rollin in with them baby blue chucks And I still got my khakis creased Im still rockin on these beats, and got a bad rep on the streets Its the S-N-double-O-P, and, biggest dogg of 'em all and youse a flea, and and since I got time to drop it for you, I guess I must and give it to you mother fuckas like bust-a-bust I keep the heat on deck, but in God we trust And cant none of yall, fuck wit us But you can run up on the G but thats not thinkin wisely these pullas are contagious, just like Ron Isley (What the hell is goin on? Someone's sleepin in my home) Snoop to the D-O-Double G Get in, where you fit in... follow me [Coro] Whos the man with that dance? (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) Who kick the khakis from his pants? (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) Keep the lo-lo in the three wheel stance (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) Still rock the gin n juice in hand (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!) [Verso 2] I do it for the G's, and I do it for the hustlaz Here to annihilate you mark-ass bustas fuck the police cuz all they wanna do is cuff us The one nigga is chilly, as if his name was Usher But I'm still ridin in macks, makin 'em G stacks and got them corn rows to the back I aint really tryin to be picky but if you give me somethin, its got to be the sticky Doin by the ounces, Lo' lo's bouncin Ninety doin fakin with kissin on the couchin Boo to the ouchin, more a fountain

[Verso 3] Three 14 inch rims is runnin on the side (They riding on the side?) Yeah they runnin on the side! Three 14 inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?) Yeah they runnin on the side! Three 14 inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?) Yeah they runnin on the side! Three 14 inch rims is running on the side (They riding on the side?) Yeah they runnin on the side! Take two and pass it, it will not burn you From the Long Beach chronicles to the Wall Street Journal They all know the G with the cut in his coupe Ask Bill Gates (yeah I know the homie Snoop) Yeah I'm still loaded, hangin wit my folk and Follow Rakim cause "I Ain't No Joke" Cause I done seen so much, enuff to have your felons touched When the gunshots ratta, all ya boys scatta' Check up on ya homies but they gave ya bad data Nigga fuckin stop breathin That is so relievin', and now ya bitches are leavin' What I say cuz what I say is so real Homie you don' wanna see da, steel You dont wanna catch a body, You cant hear the party! Now thats what you should do, now wheres my baby-boo? [Coro] [fade out]


Thats Tha Homie Danger! With the most connected and the most protected Ya dig!?!?! Would you say my name? Would you s.. would you say my name? Would you say my name? They gon say - "That's.. that's tha homie!" I can make it everywhere, I I can make it everywhere That's tha homie! Everywhere, everywhere! I I I can make it everywhere That's tha homie! Would you say my name? Would you s.. would you say my name? Would you say my name? They gon say - "That's.. that's tha homie!" I can make it everywhere, I I can make it everywhere That's tha homie! Everywhere, everywhere! I I I can make it everywhere That's tha homie! Everywhere I go I love tha people know my name It's cha bigg homie Snoopy, just tell'em you're with me I gotta the partner outta Vegas, hook up on the stripaz He like to call them show-girlz, but Snoopy neva tip I gotta homie outta Rino, he like to play Pockino

By CurseByNature


That Tree Feat. Kid Cudi Snoopy, it's what they say as if they knew me Groupie on my head like a koofie My nigga kid Cudi, that's my little buddy Calls some hoes up and get some cudi cudi What's your life like, mines is kinda tight A long way from hustling, that shining light My people love the fans love me come all go If you ain't showin' love then what you call for I don't need it in my life, my kids pay the price Sorta like the need of my wife Smoke 'til I'm gone, dog on the throne I'm worldwide known, I'm a boss in the zone I get it how I get it 'cause I can, I earn my spot You see the plan, I'm just fuckin' with my fans I turned out to be the better man, important to life You understand while I'm puffin on this gram Everythin' I'm havin' No, they ain't necessity Though I'm shinin', keep on grindin' What you see ain't all of me Though I keep them hoes, don't love them hoes The code in which I roll It's so simple what I need You know I keep my fame and I can't forget that tree [Coro]x2 Na, na, na, na, na, na I can't forget that tree Na, na, na, na, na, na I can't forget that tree I got my fame dog, look at my niggas Got a 'lil money, yo and I ain't trippin' Most days are faded, feelin' the next way is Steady wanting freaky hoes then I want a lady

Holdin' the fame down and my close homies The people who was there were some suckas, let me lonely, phoney When you see a nigga don't approach me Made it to the top, baby haters on me Catch trying to claim that they made me However you feelin' the real fo' gazy I keep it 100 never frontin', no need be I made it in a zone no place you could see Well, nigga, come yo to haters that don't know Loco how a nigga life from post po The ones fans love who was always approachable yo And I rep the double O, eating cheerios Everythin' I'm havin' No, they ain't necessity Though I'm shinin', keep on grindin' What you see ain't all of me Though I keep them hoes don't love them hoes The code in which I roll It's so simple what I need You know I keep my fame and I can't forget that tree [Coro]x2 Can't forget it, they made me who I am, a king And I'm still on the scene, you gotta love it All out in public, the people wanna touch me I need a blunt with the stuffing Nigga, it's nothing for me to chill out, post up at the house With madden on the screen and smash on the homies Hollywood, nice now everybody owe me And the block talk shit like they know me

Oh, fool, take you niggas to school How to get rich and stay cool Snoopy D-O dub, show your homie Even with the critics and the feds all on me I was tapping all the conies Dogg but my folks call me snoopy, boss dog nigga sue me Ponytail swinging as I lay it in the kufi Loving my life, while I'm puffing on the oh wee 'cause Everythin' I'm havin' No, they ain't necessity Though I'm shinin', keep on grindin' What you see ain't all of me Though I keep them hoes don't love them hoes The code in which I roll It's so simple what I need You know I keep my fame and I can't forget that tree [Coro]x2 Snoop Dogg in the house tonight Blowing that blaker purp that I know you like right Kid Cudi, my nephew blaze that shit Right now would you, would you right? Snoop Dogg in the house tonight Blazing that Lakers herb that I know you like right Kid Cudi, my nephew blaze that shit Right now my nigga like fly


That Good Feat. Wiz Khalifa [Wiz Khalifa] I’m smoking everywhere I go (No stick, no seeds, just Al Green) I always gotta keep one rolled (I keep that, need that, got that) I’m rolling every gram I own (that purp, that bomb, that kush) don’t gotta understand, they know I smoke that, fire that, good that good that [Snoop Dogg] Concentrated, everyday I’m faded tree’s prepared and properly cultivated I nursed ‘em, sprayed down, no chemicals just me and my buddy, ya hear me now never treat ya wrong, to each his own Snoop and Wiz the new Cheech and Chong we up in smoke, making street schemes smoking sticky green, having sweet dreams break it down, put it in the zig zag and pull the top back and let the ass drag hit the switch, quickest way to get a bitch executive branch, get a whiff of this black car, sack a dank high school n-gga what the f-ck you think I’m passing all my classes with flying colors and everyday I’m high as a muthaf-cker [Coro] [Wiz Khalifa] Sun roof open, smoking while I’m rolling my bitches only notice it if its potent bottle of Perignon, we can go kick it by the ocean get in between your legs join roaches and ashes all in your bed you calling her babe, she calling me instead cause I put that game all in her hair she saw the crib, she know that I’m balling when he aint have nothing he used to stall em now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him and my pockets on swole, I’m talking Rick Ross big and now when we shop we don’t care what the cost is rolling up good, smoking that bomb shit blow a whole OZ, n-gga thats boss shit

now she all f-ck her man, rubberbands in my pocket getting money, going hard for my profit bad bitch keep the joint stuffed like stockings young n-gga getting bread, why knock it [Coro] I’m smoking everywhere I go (No stick, no seeds, just Al Green) I always gotta keep one rolled (I keep that, need that, got that) I’m rolling every gram I own (that purp, that bomb, that kush) don’t gotta understand, they know I smoke that, fire that, good that good that In highschool, we do just like we like to we cordially invite you now roll up get high to it we welcome you to highschool we do just like we like to we cordially invite you now roll up get high to it get high to it [Coro] I’m smoking everywhere I go (No stick, no seeds, just Al Green) I always gotta keep one rolled (I keep that, need that, got that) I’m rolling every gram I own (that purp, that bomb, that kush) don’t gotta understand, they know I smoke that, fire that, good that good that


Young, Wild and Free Feat. Wiz Khalifa So what we get drunk So what we smoke weed We’re just having fun We don’t care who sees So what we go out That’s how it’s supposed to be Living young and wild and free Uh, Uh huh So what I keep ‘em rolled up Saggin’ my pants not caring what I show Keep it real with my n-ggas Keep it player for this hoes And look clean don’t it? Washed it the other day, watch how you lean on it Give me some 501’s jeans on and roll joints bigger than King Kong’s fingers And smoke them hoes down ‘till they stingers You a class clown and if I skip for the day I’m with you b-tch smokin’ grade A Yeah, uh you know what? It’s like I’m 17 again Peach fuzz on my face Lookin’, on the case Tryna find a hella taste Oh My God, I’m on the chase Chevy, it’s gettin’ kinda heavy, relevant, sellin’ it Dippin’ away, time keep slippin’ away Zip in the safe, flippin’ for pay Tippin’ like I’m drippin’ in paint Up front four blunts, like “Khalifa put the weed in a J” So what we get drunk So what we smoke weed We’re just having fun We don’t care who sees So what we go out That’s how it’s supposed to be Living young and wild and free Uh, and now I don’t even care Cause if me and my team in here’s gonna be some weed in the air Tell ‘em Mac Blowin everywhere we going and now you know one

when I step right up Get my lighter so I can light up That’s how it should be done Soon as you thinkin you’re down Find out how to turn things around, nothing’s looking up From the ground up, pound up, this Taylor Gang So turn my sound up, and round up and do my thing Now I’m chillin, fresh out of class filling Like I’m on my own and I can probably own a building Got..., no job, no children Had the science project Me and Mac kill it THC MAC DEV HD3 Hi, it’s me This is us, we gon’ fuss We gon’ fight, we gon’ roll Live our life So what we get drunk So what we smoke weed We’re just having fun We don’t care who sees So what we go out That’s how it’s supposed to be Living young and wild and free Yea, roll one, smoke one When you live like this you’re supposed to party Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun So we just, roll one, smoke one When you live like this you’re supposed to party Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun So what we get drunk So what we smoke weed We’re just having fun We don’t care who sees So what we go out That’s how it’s supposed to be Living young and wild and free


wet Big Snoop Dogg Can you be my doctor? Can you fix me up? Can you wipe me down? So I can lick you up Make you give it up, Give it up Til you say my name Like a jersey, jersey Sh-ttin’ down the game Be my head coach So you can put me in And never take me off Til you can taste the win Do it again and again Til you say my name And by the way I’m so glad that you came Tell me baby are you wet (wet, wet, wet, wet, wet) I’m gonna get you wet (wet, wet, wet, wet, wet) Tell tell me baby are you wet (wet, wet, wet, wet, wet) I just wanna get you wet wet (wet, wet, wet, wet, wet) [Coro] Drip, drip, drip, drip, for me mami Can you drip, drip, drip, Drip drip, drip, drip for me mami Can you drip, drip, drip She’s hot on a rainy day Don’t drown Call me up I can save you now Lick your feet and kiss your mouth Swisha sweet, I got you out There’s only one way we can stop the drought Come with me take a trip down south I can tell she’s thirsty I’m in the hole like a birdie What you wanna do tonight It’s still early Wanna get spewed tonight She’s all sturdy I’m in between your lips

Like a cigarette She wanna quit But she wanna make it, make it, make it wet I’m gonna get you wet Tell tell me baby are you wet I just wanna get you wet wet [Coro] Can you, can you get me up? Like I’m wait for the first class So I can give it to you rough Like a first draft Would you like a paper plane You know ‘bout that paper babe But f-ck them dollar bills Girl make it rain holiday Inn, come Meet me on the 8th floor Damn it feels good but I feel bad for them maids though But when I slip inside I turn girls into slip n slide It’s a flood in your heart love Girl let me pop up in your hot tub Every night every day Sippin’ on a different drink Different chicks different days I do it different ways Where you going What’d you say I want her river flowing to another lake Another ocean another ocean On the beach on the beach I’m bout to take a swim Let let me dip my feet and get wet I wanna get you wet Tell tell me baby are you wet I just wanna get you wet wet wet [Coro]


Beautiful Feat. Pharell [Hook 2X's: Pharrell & Uncle Chyeahh, yeah, yeahhhh... (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...) [Coro 2X's] Beautiful, I just want you to know (Oh-hooo!) You're my favorite girl... (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...)

Hair long and black and curly like you're Cuban Keep groovin', that's what we doin' And we gon' be together until your moms move in... (Oh-hooo!) Pharrell: Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you... [Coro : 2X's]

I know you gon' lose it, this new Snoop shit Come on baby boo, you gotsta get into it (Oh-hooo!) Don't fool wit the playa with the cool whip Yeah-yeah, you know I'm always on that cool shit Walk to it, do it how you do it Have a glass, lemme put you in the mood and, (Oh-hooo!) Lil' cutie lookin' like a student Long hair, wit'cha big fat booty Back in the days you was a girl I went to school wit Had to tell your moms and sister to cool it (Oh-hooo!) The girl wanna do it, I just might do it Here to walk wit some pimp-pimp clue wit' Mommy don't worry, I won't abuse it Hurry up and finish so we can watch "Clueless" (Oh-hooo!) I laugh at these niggas when they ask who do this But everybody know who girl that you is [Coro 2X's] [Verso 2] When I see my baby boo, shit, I get foolish Smack a nigga that tries to pursue it (Oh-hooo!) Homeboy, she taken, just move it I asked you nicely, don't make the Dogg lose it We just blow 'dro and keep the flow movin' In a '64, me and baby boo cruisin' (Oh-hooo!) Body rag interior blue, and Have them hydralics squeakin' when we screwin' Now she's yellin', hollerin' out Snoop, and Hootin', hollerin'; hollerin', hootin' (Oh-hooo!) Black and beautiful, you the one I'm choosin'

[Bridge 2X's: Pharrell & Uncle Charlie Wilson] ...See I just want you To know that you are really special... Ohh why, oh why, oh why, oh why... [Verso 3] Snoop Dogg Clothing, that's what I'm groomed in You got my pictures on the wall in your room-in (Oh-hooo!) Girls be complainin' you keep me boomin' But girls like that wanna listen to Pat Boone (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...) You's a college girl, but that don't stop you from doin' Come and see the Dogg in a hood near you-in (Oh-hooo!) You don't ask why I roll wit a crew, and Twist up my fingers and wear dark blue-in (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...) On the eastside, that's the crew I choose Nothin' I do is new to you (Oh-hooo!) I smack up the world if they rude to you (Ehh...) 'Cause baby girl you so beautiful... [Coro 2X's] (P): Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you... Oh-hooo!


Still D.R.E. Feat. Dr Dre Yeah nigga, I'm still fuckin’ with ya Still waters run deep Still Snoop Dogg and D R E, '99 Nigga (Guess who's back?) Still, still doing that shit, Andre? Oh for sho', check me out It's still Dre Day nigga, A.K. nigga Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot ‘Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How nigga? My last album was ‘The Chronic’ (Nigga) They want to know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it If you ain't up on thangs Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game Still, puffing my leafs, still fuck with the beats Still not loving police (Uh huh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (Fo sho) Still got love for the streets, repping 213 (Fo life) Still the beats bang, still doing my thang Since I left, ain't too much changed, still I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E


Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week Still, I stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke ‘til I sleep Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat I bring the fire ‘til you're soaking in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru

Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard Barbecues every day, driving fancy cars Still gon' get mine regardless I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E

I'm still at it, after-mathematics In the home of drivebys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through then I get skin, D R E

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E

It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch Laid back in the shack, play this track

Right back up in ya motherfucking ass '95 plus four pennies Add that shit up, D R E right back up on top of thangs Smoke some with your dog

I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world Still (Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl) I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back

No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks Some of that real sticky icky icky Ooh wee, put it in the air Oh, you's a fool D R

So if you ain't up on thangs Dr. Dre be the name still running the game Still, got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood


El Lay Feat. Marty James El Lay (feat. Marty James) Snoop Dogg [Marty James] LA, Sunset boulevard, Pacific Highway Out to the walk of stars now you in Cali Don't go 'less you go hard Go 'less you go hard Hollywood, downtown and back Life is always good It's not an act we so fresh, so hood (it won't stop) You knew that it never would Knew that it never would [Snoop Dogg] Lakers, Dodgers, Ducks, Kings, Angels, Clippers Real set trippers Clarify ride, we bonafide dippers ESPN, you know Sports Centre Spooned and groomed, dipped and wet Home of the NBA championship Purple and Gold, homie let the story be told It's the city where you shoot your favourite television episode And you can hit the strip, Sunset Boulevard But you gotta have a low-rider car With the skirts dragging, with the plaque in the back flaggin' Or put it in the back of the Chevy Wagon That's how we represent it though Birthplace of Chevrolet '64 Yeah I love showing it out First things first my nig', you better know where you at You in... [Coro] LA, Sunset boulevard, Pacific Highway Out to the walk of stars now you in Cali Don't go 'less you go hard Go 'less you go hard Hollywood, downtown and back Life is always good It's not an act we so fresh, so hood

(it won't stop) You knew that it never would Knew that it never would Riding on the 405 On my way to pick up baby 85 in the winter time Man, this place is crazy I love it, love it, love it, love it Southern surfer Cali [Snoop Doog - Verso 2] Rollin' down Fairfax Just left the Nico, bust a left turn on Pico Gotta see the Bishop, he got me some gator shoes I'm rollin' to Hollywood, I'm doing the house of blues About 9 o clock stop by the record shop And get that new Snoop Dogg, now we bouncing ball Life is a mystery, my life is like history Stop by my dispensary Give me some kush and pusha Put it in the trunk, smelling like a skunk But it's all legal in LA Everybody taking a hit from the politicians Athletes and even the teachers My dentist even hit it, Dr Beecher He say "Snoop Dogg I really wanna meet ya" Yeah, I love showing you now First things first, my nig' you better know where you at You in... [Coro] LA, Sunset boulevard, Pacific Highway Out to the walk of stars now you in Cali Don't go 'less you go hard Go 'less you go hard Hollywood, downtown and back Life is always good It's not an act we so fresh, so hood (it won't stop) You knew that it never would Knew that it never would L.A.


Gangsta Party Feat. 2pac (Up outta there!) Haha... Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party...(turn that shit up G) Oh shit... You done fucked up now... You done just put to of Amerikaz most wanted in the same mothafuckin' place at the same mothafuckin' time. Y'all niggaz 'bout to feel this. Break out the champagne glasses and the mothafuckin' condoms. Have one on us a'ight? Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture bomb the hoochies wit' precision my intentions to get richer, with the S-N-Double O-P Dogg my fuckin' homey you's a cold ass nigga on them hogs. Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got me on the run, now I'm back in the court room waitin' on the outcome. Free 2pac is all that's on that nigga's mind but at the same time it seem they tryin' to take mine, so Ima' get smart and get defensive and shit and put together 'million march for some gangsa shit... So now they got us laced, 2 multi-millionaire mothafuckas catchin' cases. Bitches get ready for the throwdown the shit's about to go down, (ughh!) me 'n Snoop about to clown. I'm losin' my religion, I vicious on these stool pigeons, ya might be deep in the game but 'cha got the rules missin'. Niggas be actin' like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I got nothin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish. I got a Pit named P, she niggarino. I got a house on the hills, right next to Chino. And I, think I got a black Beamer, but my dream is to own a fly Casino, like Bugsy Seagal and do it all illegal, and get scooped up by the lil' homie in the Regal (mmh!). It feels good to you baby bubba, you see ya' vicious for the G's and the keys mothafucka. Now holla as we ride, mothafuck the rest 2 of the best from the West Side. And I can make you famous, niggaz

been dyin' for years so how can they blame us? I live in fear of a felony, I never stop bailin' these...mothafuckin' G's! If you got it, better flaunt it; another warrant, 2 of Amerikaz most wanted. [Coro] Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party. Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party. Nothin' but a gangta party. Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party. Nothin' but a gangsta party, it ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangsta party. Ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party. Nothin' but a gangsta party, it ain't nothin' but a mothafuckin' gangsta party. Now give me 50 feet, the fleet is not my destiny release me to the streets and keep whatever's left of me. Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief, ya better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me. (How does it feel?) These niggas must be crazy word, there ain't no mercy mothafuckers, you can't fade the thug. (Right...) You thought it was but it wasn't now disappear, bow down in the presence of a boss playa! It's like cuz, blood, gangbangin', everybody in the party doing dope-slangin'. Ya got to have papers in this world, ya might get yo' first snatch before your eyez swirl. Ya doin' ya job, everyday, and then you work so hard til' your hair turn gray. Let me tell you 'bout life, and the way it is, you see we live by the gun so we die by the gun's kids. You tell me not to roll with my glock, now I got to get away, floatin' in the black Benz (biatch!) tryin' to do shit today! They wonder how I live with 5 shots, niggas is hard to kill on my block. Scheme for policy and dope related, affiliated with tha hustlas so we made it. No askin' questions, I'm trying to get upon it. My nigga dog, eternally the most wanted. Death rowww!! [Coro]x2


Who Am I (What's My Name)? EeeyiyiyiyiyahtheDoggPound'sinthehou-owwse (the bomb) EeeyiyiyiyiyeahtheDoggPound'sinthehou-oww-owse Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb) Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (Dog) From the depths of the sea, back to the block Snoop Doggy Dogg, Funky, yes but of the Doc Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same Long Beach is the spot where I served my cane Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don't lose your grip Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to fuck up shit So I ain't holdin nuttin back And motherfucker I got five on the twenty sack It's like that and as a matter of fact [rat-tat-tat-tat] Cuz I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Yeah, so peep out the manuscript You see that it's a must we drop gangsta shit] What's my motherfuckin name? [Coro:] Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (yeah yeah yeah) Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb) Da-duh-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (Dog) It's the bow to the wow, creepin and crawlin Yiggy yes y'allin, Snoop Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house like everyday Droppin shit with my nigga Mr Dr. Dre Like I said, niggaz can't FUCK with this And niggaz can't FUCK with that shit that I drop cuz ya know it don't stop Mr. One Eight Seven on a motherfuckin cop Tic toc never the glock just some nuts and a cock Robbin motherfuckers then I kill dem blood claats Then I step through the fog and I creep through the smog Cuz I'm Snoop Doggy (who?) Doggy (what?) Doggy [Dogg]

[Coro:] Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb) Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb) Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyoyoyoyoyoyo Now just throw your hands in the motherfuckin air And wave the motherfuckers like ya just don't care Yeah roll up the dank, and pour the drank And watch your step (why?) cuz Doggy's on the gank My bank roll's on swoll My shit's on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll with the Dogg Pound right behind me and up in yo bitch, is where ya might find me Layin that, playin that G Thang She want the nigga with the biggest nuts, and guess what? He is I, and I am him, slim with the tilted brim What's my motherfuckin name? [Coro:] Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb) Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb) Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (Dog) Da-duh-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (the bomb) Da-duh-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (Dog) (the bomb) Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb) Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb) What is, his name? Snoop Dogg, and the Dogg Pound (Dog) (the bomb) Ohhh, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg (the bomb) Yeah yeah (Dog) I know his name C'mon Snoopy, c'mon Snoopy (the bomb) And the Dogg Pound Snoopy Dogg (the bomb) Snoopy Dogg Snoopy Dogg (Dog) (Dog, nasty dog, doggy dog)


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