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Oh sh-, is, is that Snoop over there? Oh, sh-
(F- that n-, bitch, my name is Samsnee, you better recognize)
Ayo, uh, I'm sorry, I just love that n-
He is so fine, his music is so f- dope (man, f- that n-)
Ayy, look Samuel, I gotta go pee, I'll be right back alright?
(Yeah, aight)
Oh, sh-
Yo Snoop, what's up Snoop? (Yo, hold on)
Hey, how you doing? (Yo, what's happening?)
Yo, Snoop, you know, I just love your sh-
You are just so fine, and you- (ayo bitch)
(Bring your black ass back over, what the f-'s wrong with you?)
(Yo, what's happening? Is that your n- or something?) Ay
Look check this sh- out, that n-, he don't run me, okay?
I'm talking to you, let's- (yeah, what's up n-?)
(What the f-'s wrong with you?) Man
Yo, n-, what's happening fool?
You know the name of the game, yo' bitch chose me
N-, we can handle this like some gentleman
Or we can get into some gangsta sh-
(Well, what's up n-?)
Have it your motherf- way
(Well what' up?)
That's what's up, n-
Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump
Pump, pump
Let the motion of your body be the key, 'cause we
Be the motherf- G Funk family
Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game
Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the game
If it ain't one thing it's a motherf- nother
Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother
Whether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuce
When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get loose
'Cause back in the days, on the side where it's at
A n- had to have a fat stack
And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go
Rat-tat-tat-tat, n- slap to a motherf-r face he fall
Can't none of y'all n- see the Doggy Dogg
'Cause I'm one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness
So shut the f- up, and listen while I'm kickin this
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg
(Pump pump)
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg
(Pump pump)
Now you can look to the Sun, and spot the moon
And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room
With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk
Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a n-...
I come down with the wickedness
One rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!)
Close your eyes 'cause you can't see me
I quit school cause of recess you f- B.G.
I'm shakin up the party, like Lodi Dodi
Is he the dopest? Ya betta ask somebody
When, then, send, some gin
And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin
In 19-motherf-in'-93
I'm f- up every n- known in the industry
Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang
You know who I am you know my motherf- name, who am I?
(The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Smell) last name (D-O-double-G)
The behavior and the flavor that I found
Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg
(Pump pump)
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg
(Pump pump)
Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat
Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat
Don't sleep while I creep peep out my technique
I forgot, I'm out of sight so you can't see the
MC of the year, you hear and you fear
I got somethin for them n- in the front and the rear
I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride
I'm satisfied now everything is really alright
You know when I come n- I come wicked
Don't need no permisison, motherf-er I'ma kick it
N- sweat my sh- I wet em up with the biscuit
Lick em up shot, it don't stop, till dem all drop
Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks
Just stop, rottin on the next n- jock
I'm strapped with my glock on your block
And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg
(Pump pump)
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg
(Pump pump)
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg
(Pump pump)
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my n- Doggy Dogg
(Pump pump)