Song | Doggyland |
Artist | Snoop Dogg |
Album | Tha Doggfather |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Broadus, Gordy, Jordan, Mizell ... | |
Chorus: | |
Come and go with me to Doggylaaaaaaaaaaaaand!! | |
(Here ye, Here ye, Come one come all) | |
To a place that be, call it LBC | |
(I'm ridin' wit'cha baby) | |
Come and go with me to Doggylaaaaaaaaaaaaand!! | |
To a place that be, call it LBC | |
1st Verse: | |
Now if you tired of the hard work | |
tears and sweat | |
and you breakin' your neck | |
and you still up in debt. | |
Walkin' round town all strapped in, | |
niggas be havin' more bad times than Captain Rat did. | |
Two strikes none left, out of breath | |
Livin' in the city it's a jungle yo. | |
All this deception on top of stress, | |
you havin' more problems than a algebra test. | |
You can't seem to come up, wit yo' money for rent, | |
and now yo' baby momma trippin' she want fifty percent. | |
It's a thin line, between yours and mine | |
the difference is you gotta scratch to a get nickel and dime. | |
Now I know a place where | |
Ya' might wanna be and I can take you there | |
Pop goes the nine, We'll go right behind | |
You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline. | |
Chorus | |
2nd Verse: | |
Oh your homies think you're funny? | |
Doin' stick ups for moneys | |
Just to impress the honeys (This is for the honeys) | |
Got yo' rocks, so you keep'em in the sack, | |
you got two strikes, but you right back up to bat. | |
You all about yo' money and got something to sell | |
but if you bail for a robber you'll be back in the jail cell. | |
You chillin' wit yo' feet up | |
Someone hated but baby without the homies and | |
that's when you got beat up. | |
Because you can't be out there doin' low | |
and then right gather up yo' crew and roll. | |
Ain't no rules when you out there doin' dirt, | |
somebody's always layin' in the cut to get ya' hurt. | |
But see, I know a place where | |
you might wanna be | |
and I can take you there | |
Pop goes the nine, We'll go right behind | |
You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline. | |
Chorus | |
Bridge One: | |
Here ye, Here ye, come one, come all. | |
To a place that be, call it LBC. | |
(I'm ridin' wit' ya' baby) | |
Lemme holla to a little home boy real quick, | |
know what I'm sayin'? | |
Cuz he travelin' in the fast lane. | |
Stop the life it seem that we are on, | |
Time to slow your roll, | |
Let Doggyland be your new home, | |
Stop the life it seem that we are on, | |
time to slow your roll, | |
Let Doggyland be your new home. | |
Verse three: | |
Doggyland is the town where it's goin' diz-owne | |
(It's goin' down) | |
Everything is free, | |
and ain't no HIV. (What?) | |
And niggas don't kill one another | |
(Oh really why is that?) | |
Because a brother is a brother. | |
(And what about the mothers?) | |
They queens, | |
righteous, | |
man, | |
heaven must be like this, | |
green aroma like the grass in the summertime. | |
Ain't no peneteneries and ain't nobody doin' time. | |
And oh yeah, I'm the big O-K'er, | |
I'm smarter than the senator, | |
Bigger than the mayor. | |
Heaven on Earth | |
it's like a prayer. | |
And you can't get in without yo' gold card you got | |
to be a player. | |
Now you know a place where | |
You gots to be and I took you there, | |
Pop goes the nine, we'll go right behind | |
You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline. | |
Chorus |
zuo ci : Broadus, Gordy, Jordan, Mizell ... | |
Chorus: | |
Come and go with me to Doggylaaaaaaaaaaaaand!! | |
Here ye, Here ye, Come one come all | |
To a place that be, call it LBC | |
I' m ridin' wit' cha baby | |
Come and go with me to Doggylaaaaaaaaaaaaand!! | |
To a place that be, call it LBC | |
1st Verse: | |
Now if you tired of the hard work | |
tears and sweat | |
and you breakin' your neck | |
and you still up in debt. | |
Walkin' round town all strapped in, | |
niggas be havin' more bad times than Captain Rat did. | |
Two strikes none left, out of breath | |
Livin' in the city it' s a jungle yo. | |
All this deception on top of stress, | |
you havin' more problems than a algebra test. | |
You can' t seem to come up, wit yo' money for rent, | |
and now yo' baby momma trippin' she want fifty percent. | |
It' s a thin line, between yours and mine | |
the difference is you gotta scratch to a get nickel and dime. | |
Now I know a place where | |
Ya' might wanna be and I can take you there | |
Pop goes the nine, We' ll go right behind | |
You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline. | |
Chorus | |
2nd Verse: | |
Oh your homies think you' re funny? | |
Doin' stick ups for moneys | |
Just to impress the honeys This is for the honeys | |
Got yo' rocks, so you keep' em in the sack, | |
you got two strikes, but you right back up to bat. | |
You all about yo' money and got something to sell | |
but if you bail for a robber you' ll be back in the jail cell. | |
You chillin' wit yo' feet up | |
Someone hated but baby without the homies and | |
that' s when you got beat up. | |
Because you can' t be out there doin' low | |
and then right gather up yo' crew and roll. | |
Ain' t no rules when you out there doin' dirt, | |
somebody' s always layin' in the cut to get ya' hurt. | |
But see, I know a place where | |
you might wanna be | |
and I can take you there | |
Pop goes the nine, We' ll go right behind | |
You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline. | |
Chorus | |
Bridge One: | |
Here ye, Here ye, come one, come all. | |
To a place that be, call it LBC. | |
I' m ridin' wit' ya' baby | |
Lemme holla to a little home boy real quick, | |
know what I' m sayin'? | |
Cuz he travelin' in the fast lane. | |
Stop the life it seem that we are on, | |
Time to slow your roll, | |
Let Doggyland be your new home, | |
Stop the life it seem that we are on, | |
time to slow your roll, | |
Let Doggyland be your new home. | |
Verse three: | |
Doggyland is the town where it' s goin' dizowne | |
It' s goin' down | |
Everything is free, | |
and ain' t no HIV. What? | |
And niggas don' t kill one another | |
Oh really why is that? | |
Because a brother is a brother. | |
And what about the mothers? | |
They queens, | |
righteous, | |
man, | |
heaven must be like this, | |
green aroma like the grass in the summertime. | |
Ain' t no peneteneries and ain' t nobody doin' time. | |
And oh yeah, I' m the big OK' er, | |
I' m smarter than the senator, | |
Bigger than the mayor. | |
Heaven on Earth | |
it' s like a prayer. | |
And you can' t get in without yo' gold card you got | |
to be a player. | |
Now you know a place where | |
You gots to be and I took you there, | |
Pop goes the nine, we' ll go right behind | |
You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline. | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Broadus, Gordy, Jordan, Mizell ... | |
Chorus: | |
Come and go with me to Doggylaaaaaaaaaaaaand!! | |
Here ye, Here ye, Come one come all | |
To a place that be, call it LBC | |
I' m ridin' wit' cha baby | |
Come and go with me to Doggylaaaaaaaaaaaaand!! | |
To a place that be, call it LBC | |
1st Verse: | |
Now if you tired of the hard work | |
tears and sweat | |
and you breakin' your neck | |
and you still up in debt. | |
Walkin' round town all strapped in, | |
niggas be havin' more bad times than Captain Rat did. | |
Two strikes none left, out of breath | |
Livin' in the city it' s a jungle yo. | |
All this deception on top of stress, | |
you havin' more problems than a algebra test. | |
You can' t seem to come up, wit yo' money for rent, | |
and now yo' baby momma trippin' she want fifty percent. | |
It' s a thin line, between yours and mine | |
the difference is you gotta scratch to a get nickel and dime. | |
Now I know a place where | |
Ya' might wanna be and I can take you there | |
Pop goes the nine, We' ll go right behind | |
You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline. | |
Chorus | |
2nd Verse: | |
Oh your homies think you' re funny? | |
Doin' stick ups for moneys | |
Just to impress the honeys This is for the honeys | |
Got yo' rocks, so you keep' em in the sack, | |
you got two strikes, but you right back up to bat. | |
You all about yo' money and got something to sell | |
but if you bail for a robber you' ll be back in the jail cell. | |
You chillin' wit yo' feet up | |
Someone hated but baby without the homies and | |
that' s when you got beat up. | |
Because you can' t be out there doin' low | |
and then right gather up yo' crew and roll. | |
Ain' t no rules when you out there doin' dirt, | |
somebody' s always layin' in the cut to get ya' hurt. | |
But see, I know a place where | |
you might wanna be | |
and I can take you there | |
Pop goes the nine, We' ll go right behind | |
You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline. | |
Chorus | |
Bridge One: | |
Here ye, Here ye, come one, come all. | |
To a place that be, call it LBC. | |
I' m ridin' wit' ya' baby | |
Lemme holla to a little home boy real quick, | |
know what I' m sayin'? | |
Cuz he travelin' in the fast lane. | |
Stop the life it seem that we are on, | |
Time to slow your roll, | |
Let Doggyland be your new home, | |
Stop the life it seem that we are on, | |
time to slow your roll, | |
Let Doggyland be your new home. | |
Verse three: | |
Doggyland is the town where it' s goin' dizowne | |
It' s goin' down | |
Everything is free, | |
and ain' t no HIV. What? | |
And niggas don' t kill one another | |
Oh really why is that? | |
Because a brother is a brother. | |
And what about the mothers? | |
They queens, | |
righteous, | |
man, | |
heaven must be like this, | |
green aroma like the grass in the summertime. | |
Ain' t no peneteneries and ain' t nobody doin' time. | |
And oh yeah, I' m the big OK' er, | |
I' m smarter than the senator, | |
Bigger than the mayor. | |
Heaven on Earth | |
it' s like a prayer. | |
And you can' t get in without yo' gold card you got | |
to be a player. | |
Now you know a place where | |
You gots to be and I took you there, | |
Pop goes the nine, we' ll go right behind | |
You can slide off your shoes sit back and recline. | |
Chorus |