| Song | Freestyle Conversation |
| Artist | Snoop Dogg |
| Album | Tha Doggfather |
| 作词 : Snoop Doggy Dogg | |
| Intro/Chorus： | |
| Intro：(Snoop talking with homey) | |
| Homey：Ai Dogg, let me holla at'cha man | |
| Snoop: Wuz up home? | |
| 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 tryin to get at me than the President do sometimes | |
| Niggas be tryin to get at me cos I be droppin funky rhymes | |
| What the fuck is goin on? This rap game is made to make money | |
| You niggas is taking the shit outta hand, actin' way too funny | |
| Doin too much, y'know I see it from the get-go | |
| What the fuck's goin on wit you niggas, y'all tryin to play a low pro | |
| And tryin ta be hard and tryin 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 somethin wrong, I'm takin off from the get-go | |
| I ain't givin no room to try to get me first | |
| Cos 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 thang together | |
| Cos I'ma keep makin money and hope everything is still together | |
| Havin papers, man, now what y'all niggas doin? | |
| All y'all broke on the corner, drinkin your drink, wanna be doin what I'm | |
| doin | |
| But don't get mad and don't be tryin to play-hate | |
| Cos, uhh, takin trips around state to state | |
| Representin, uhh, what y'all wanna represent | |
| But y'all can't represent it cos y'all got no dollars, no cents | |
| I'm movin on, groovin on and I'm movin | |
| Makin more moves than the average Cuban | |
| Tryin ta get G's across the town, tryin ta make more hits | |
| And tryin ta 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' | |
| Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce | |
| And she wants to jump in, bring a friend | |
| Cos everything is like alphabet, come on in | |
| Come on in and bring a friend and you can come on back | |
| Cos when you do, we gone be sippin on some Cognac | |
| It's on me, I'm feelin good tonight | |
| Cos I'ma do mines and I'ma keep everything tight | |
| I ain't lettin nothin leak cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught | |
| And I can't get caught cos you know how they do it about that child support | |
| Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his game tight | |
| Gettin 18-point-5 percent, half your life | |
| Shit, I love my baby boy and all | |
| But I ain't gonna be payin 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 dat, ain't that right | |
| Cos, uhh, when you play in this game you got to be the real player | |
| You can't be no fake ass nigga talkin about you wanna be the man | |
| Cos if you ain't with the game, the game ain't gonna be wit you | |
| And I can put that on everything including you | |
| Interlude: (Snoop talking) | |
| 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, gettin five points | |
| Step back for a second, I'm puttin less than five to this joint | |
| Hmm, if this is the bomb niggas gonna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics | |
| Niggas be trippin but I'll be pimpin | |
| I don't be trippin off no nigga at all, no bitches | |
| Just tryin to get money, I don't even be trippin 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'knowhatI'msayin? | |
| I love the Lakers now cos 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 nuttin 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 smokin grey and blue | |
| Or whatever you do just stay true to what you do | |
| Cos we gone keep doin what the fuck we got to do | |
| Now, follow me now and listen to the instructions | |
| Cos the game's gonna get deep now, niggas is tryin ta creep | |
| Tryin ta get up on game but they don't wanna be down with the PG | |
| All of a sudden everybody wanna dis DP | |
| Now, what we look like? | |
| Makin 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 | |
| Drinkin my drink, smokin my dank | |
| Countin my bank, uhh that shit stank | |
| Stanky bank is what I got cos I'ma keep it | |
| And nah this ain't no motherfuckin secret | |
| Interlude: (Snoop talking) | |
| Yeah, we're in drought season | |
| Niggas lookin for a reason | |
| It's like thanksgiving without the feast | |
| Yeah the truth hurts, we're scared to go to church | |
| They got me runnin from my life, I'm jumpin 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, hmm | |
| Game recognise Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes | |
| I slide in the back of a garage, dippin with this ho | |
| They run right past me, ask me 'Have I seen the suspect?' | |
| 'Yeah, he went that way', now for the jack |
| zuò cí : Snoop Doggy Dogg | |
| Intro Chorus: | |
| Intro: Snoop talking with homey | |
| Homey: Ai Dogg, let me holla at' cha man | |
| Snoop: Wuz up home? | |
| 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 tryin to get at me than the President do sometimes | |
| Niggas be tryin to get at me cos I be droppin funky rhymes | |
| What the fuck is goin on? This rap game is made to make money | |
| You niggas is taking the shit outta hand, actin' way too funny | |
| Doin too much, y' know I see it from the getgo | |
| What the fuck' s goin on wit you niggas, y' all tryin to play a low pro | |
| And tryin ta be hard and tryin 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 somethin wrong, I' m takin off from the getgo | |
| I ain' t givin no room to try to get me first | |
| Cos 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 thang together | |
| Cos I' ma keep makin money and hope everything is still together | |
| Havin papers, man, now what y' all niggas doin? | |
| All y' all broke on the corner, drinkin your drink, wanna be doin what I' m | |
| doin | |
| But don' t get mad and don' t be tryin to playhate | |
| Cos, uhh, takin trips around state to state | |
| Representin, uhh, what y' all wanna represent | |
| But y' all can' t represent it cos y' all got no dollars, no cents | |
| I' m movin on, groovin on and I' m movin | |
| Makin more moves than the average Cuban | |
| Tryin ta get G' s across the town, tryin ta make more hits | |
| And tryin ta 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' | |
| Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce | |
| And she wants to jump in, bring a friend | |
| Cos everything is like alphabet, come on in | |
| Come on in and bring a friend and you can come on back | |
| Cos when you do, we gone be sippin on some Cognac | |
| It' s on me, I' m feelin good tonight | |
| Cos I' ma do mines and I' ma keep everything tight | |
| I ain' t lettin nothin leak cos if thangs leak, then I' m get caught | |
| And I can' t get caught cos you know how they do it about that child support | |
| Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain' t got his game tight | |
| Gettin 18point5 percent, half your life | |
| Shit, I love my baby boy and all | |
| But I ain' t gonna be payin 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 dat, ain' t that right | |
| Cos, uhh, when you play in this game you got to be the real player | |
| You can' t be no fake ass nigga talkin about you wanna be the man | |
| Cos if you ain' t with the game, the game ain' t gonna be wit you | |
| And I can put that on everything including you | |
| Interlude: Snoop talking | |
| 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, gettin five points | |
| Step back for a second, I' m puttin less than five to this joint | |
| Hmm, if this is the bomb niggas gonna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics | |
| Niggas be trippin but I' ll be pimpin | |
| I don' t be trippin off no nigga at all, no bitches | |
| Just tryin to get money, I don' t even be trippin off no switches | |
| I used to like lowriders but now I like Eastsiders | |
| I put it down wit me and make a hit maker, y' knowhatI' msayin? | |
| I love the Lakers now cos 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 nuttin 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 smokin grey and blue | |
| Or whatever you do just stay true to what you do | |
| Cos we gone keep doin what the fuck we got to do | |
| Now, follow me now and listen to the instructions | |
| Cos the game' s gonna get deep now, niggas is tryin ta creep | |
| Tryin ta get up on game but they don' t wanna be down with the PG | |
| All of a sudden everybody wanna dis DP | |
| Now, what we look like? | |
| Makin 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 | |
| Drinkin my drink, smokin my dank | |
| Countin my bank, uhh that shit stank | |
| Stanky bank is what I got cos I' ma keep it | |
| And nah this ain' t no motherfuckin secret | |
| Interlude: Snoop talking | |
| Yeah, we' re in drought season | |
| Niggas lookin for a reason | |
| It' s like thanksgiving without the feast | |
| Yeah the truth hurts, we' re scared to go to church | |
| They got me runnin from my life, I' m jumpin 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, hmm | |
| Game recognise Snoop Dogg too cold, I' m on my toes | |
| I slide in the back of a garage, dippin with this ho | |
| They run right past me, ask me ' Have I seen the suspect?' | |
| ' Yeah, he went that way', now for the jack |