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(feat. Daz, Snoop Dogg) |
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[Snoop] |
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Now I be mobbing like a motherfucker every single day |
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Making funky shit with my nigga Dr. Dre |
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The niggas who talk shit get put on they back |
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By my nigga named Suge and it's black for black |
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Now check facts for a second, I'm checking my record so |
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It's Snoopy goes for broke, so what's up, Loc? |
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You want to provoke, try to step, break your neck real quick |
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Real fast blast I'll outlast and shoot ya, take your cash |
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As I dash with the homies from the dub |
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Now as we fly through the sky getting love |
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We high, real high, high high, I'm higher than you |
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So whatchu wanna do, whatcu wanna do? |
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Ha ha, yeah, and you don't stop |
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And you don't stop |
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This ain't nothing but a motherfucking freestyle worth your while |
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(This is for the Dogg Pound, this Daz, the nigga of all niggas!) |
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[Snoop] |
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Check it out |
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Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay |
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Dogg Pound's in the motherfuckin house |
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C'mon, bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay |
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The Dogg Pound's in the motherfuckin house |
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Ayo stepping to the front, still stealing the show |
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It's the youngest motherfucker on the hood Death Row |
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He's called Daz, stepping on your ass |
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Making big cash, time to move real fast, blast |
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Check it out, next in line |
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Is the diggy diggy D.O.C. dropping funky classical rhymes |
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That shit that just don't hit |
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Snoop Dogg and Dre, dropping funky manuscripts |
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My lip hits the microphone |
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Breaks you, shakes you, takes you, awakes you |
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Kurupt the Kingpin, killing or straight chillin' |
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Step in the house and start revealing your skills |
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Chill, do you need the microphone? |
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Do you need some help to drop some shit like stone? |
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Al Capone was a hero of mine |
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Shot plenty niggas who? so fuck one-time |
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I'm, the irrelevant, intelligent |
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Brother from the hood that they call Long Beach |
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Eastside where the brothers ride, slide |
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Slippidy slide, the Eastside's got pride |
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Here we go, stole the show as I flow |
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I gots to give the microphone to my homie on the Row |
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His name's Kurupt, he fucks it up |
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On Crenshaw and Slausson so commence the flossing |
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[Kurupt] |
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When I step I come straight from the under |
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Lyrical rhymes will flex, but yo, here's my cover |
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Kingping, murderer, ecetera, I flex when I blow |
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I let 'em know that I'm quick to snap necks, check me out |
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One two, don't diss respect (Boom) |
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The way I flow I go and show you'll get chin checked |
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And if you ever feel you got the wrath what can you say? |
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My niggy niggy nigga by the name of D.O.C. |
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My homie Snoop Dogg and Daz is next to me |
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The D-A to the Z, the D-R to the E |
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And when we like to flex down with the S-H-U-G |
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I break 'em off when I flow I go and now they know the Row |
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Will kill with skills, I'm real for real |
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And caps I peel with my steel |
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So nigga, you figure that you're bigger, and past |
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I'll whip your ass, just a classical rhyme from Daz |
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Yo, I bust through the hood, I bust through the farm |
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My nigga D-O-G, um, Doggy Dogg, but if they play |
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but if they wanted to say \"Pow Pow!\" goes another |
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Hit from my um nigga Dr. Dre |
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The Chronic, which they get up on it |
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As the niggas be saying that it's ahhhhhh, bionic |
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But I'm trying to go as I play and then I say |
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Never underestimate the nigga Dr. Dre... [fades out] |
