[Snoop] Yeah man, this shit here gonna be bigger than the O.J. case
[Tray Deee] What?
[Snoop] His dick
*laughter*
[Tray Deee] Another blast from the Long Beach section
Break gangsta shit (Wake up)
I thought these fools knew

Verse 1: Tray Deee

Out on the scout I’m about my papers
cos ain’t nobody doin Deee no favors
I’m tryin ta get major with minor risk
Maximisin the minimum of time is spent
on the heist, nice and easy believe me
I take mine and make mine extra cheesy
Keepin niggas in a headlock
Undress em, press em down in a full nelson
I hit jacks off six packs of the crooked one
They slip and I’m bookin em
Fuck fingerprints, gimme from their fingertips
Chips to the neckline cos I got a Tek9
Check mine like a pimp-main ho
So hope you only see me when my grip ain’t low
I go up in ya like a skeleton
So S-N-double O-Please let em know the crew I’m bailin with

Chorus: Snoop Doggy Dogg

East-side LBC
is what I claim but my game is DPG
And every hustler in my clique got to get his grip
and in my world a girl is considered a biiiiiitch
Is money all that makes you move?
You ain’t doin what’cha s’posed to so you gots ta prove
somethin to the ones you love but you needs ta know
If you ain’t doin it for yourself it don’t matter d’ooooh!
It was a wake up, wake up, wake up…..
Just to wake up, wake up, wake up…….
Wake up, wake up wake up…….
Get up, get up, get up……

Verse 2: Tray Deee

I break fools off like lepresy
If they dare, you stare when they next to me
I’ma threat to whoever sweat my style
Hard gangsta aim to represent til death
Reality, you battle me you be in the dirt quick
I’m clever with whatever type of weapon I work with
The bare hand man sleeper
I even banked up and shank motherfuckers in the *?penta?*
I sanked a gang of tough fools in my time
so try me you’re liable to lose on my line
The 44’ll be what cracks ya head
cos that’s exactly what I’m bout ta cap you with
I figured niggas gettin soft like jellatine
So Doggy Dogg tell em all who we’re sailin wit

Chorus: Snoop Dogg

East-side LBC
is what I claim but my game is DPG
And every hustler in my clique got to get his grip
and in my world a girl is considered a biiiiiitch
Is money all that makes you move?
You ain’t doin what’cha s’posed to so you gots ta prove
somethin to the ones you love but you needs ta know
If you ain’t doin it for yourself it don’t matter d’ooooh!
It was a wake up, wake up, wake up…..
Just to wake up, wake up, wake up…….
I had to wake up, wake up wake up…….
Get up, get up, get up……

Verse 3: Snoop Dogg

Uh, gonna work that motherfucker and do the percolatin
cos Snoop Dogg came back with the head raider
Al Davis’s? Nah nigga Tracy Davis
The Eastside Long Beach greatest
Criminal with style and boy you love that
Sit back relax and let me drop another rap
but this one’s for the sisters and not the hoes
The ones who be groovin it on the step shows
Let a nigga in, I ain’t diss ya friend
and like The Staples I make sure we do it again
But don’t blow a nigga up or show a nigga up
and don’t think a nigga sprung cos you know a nigga fuck
Love is a house and you got the key
so give it to a nigga like a D-O-double G
I’m from the…

Chorus: Snoop Dogg

East-side LBC
is what I claim but my game is DPG
And every hustler in my clique got to get his grip
and in my world a girl is considered a biiiiiitch
Is money all that makes you move?
You ain’t doin what’cha s’posed to so you gots ta prove
somethin to the ones you love but you needs ta know
If you ain’t doin it for yourself it don’t matter d’ooooh!
It was a wake up, wake up, wake up…..

OK is what you say when
you?re ready to ball
We?re too hot for club
they ain?t ready at all
And if you come to party
then get up off the wall
Quick we don?t slip,
make hits on a regular
Club spots get rocked
when we come in
Ok round my neck and wrist
I?m looking stunning
About to go by the bar,
are you coming

OK now let me tell you
what this song is all about
Party people let me hear
you scream and shout
Without a doubt
Cause I am about to
turn this whole party out
I know that you?re feeling this
Cause I see you bumping
all your heads to this
Especially the men cos
they be feeling this bliss
Cause they see the ladies
all shaking their hips
Don?t just stand there, throw
your hands up in the air
And you sitting down just
get up off the chair
You don?t see a party
going on over there

Chorus

If you got a job and
money in your pocket
Let me hear you say (OK!)
All my ladies if y?all don?t care
Let me hear you say (OK!)
And if that?s your car
parked outside the
Bar let me hear you say (OK!)
And if you?re dressed to
impress, you don?t take stress
Let me hear you say (OK!)

Well it?s the year 2G,
gotta get your own
Gotta have your home
get your phone
Getting money from your
man that?s a NO NO
Gotta get a job so you get paid
Gotta get a man so you get,
I know you understand
Now for the men gotta
ditch your friends
Gotta meet your ends.. so
you can drive a new benz.
Move out your mum?s
gotta get some garms
Gotta fix up be a real man.
So…….

Chorus

If you got a job and
money in your pocket
Let me hear you say (OK!)
All my ladies if y?all don?t care
Let me hear you say (OK!)
And if that?s your car
parked outside the
Bar let me hear you say (OK!)
And if you?re dressed to
impress, you don?t take stress
Let me hear you say (OK!)

Pulled up on chrome,
left wifey back at home
Got some fresh gear, and
all kinds of ice on
Gotta pocket full of doe, you know
If you got the same things
Let me hear you go, Okay
We?re gonna party till
the break of day
B B coming through,
and we?re here to stay
Better make way
And if you got game,
its time to play
I?m trying to find me a dime
That just say, okay

Chorus / Outro

Additional and co-production by BJ and Mike Soul
Mixed by Stephen Fitz-Maurice
Assistant engineer: Tim Briley

Opa was tachtig, gysiek nog heel sterk
Ging elke zondag te voet van huis naar kerk
Dagen zat hij voor het raam, hij groette iedereen
Altijd kinderen over de vloer, mensen om hem heen

Maar op een dag besliste kleinzoon, opa was te oud
Hij kocht het huis en heeft ‘t toen verbouwd
Opa werd getrransporteerd naar een bejaardenflat
Daar kreeg hij op dertien hoog een kamer met een bed

Aan verzorging had opa beslist geen gebrek
Drie maal daags een maaltijd en soms een kort gesprek
Maar opa mistte zijn huisje, zijn raam, en zijn straat
De buurt waarin zijn leven ligt, daar waar zijn huisje staat

Maar opa is weggestopt, opgeruimd en neergedropt
Bedankt voor uw werk, u kunt nu gaan
Opa is geconserveerd en uit de maatschappij geweerd
Uw tijd is nu voorbij, u kunt nu gaan

Zo een keer per jaar komt kleinzoon nog eens langs
Een kort bezoekje, het heeft altijd iets wrangs
Kleinzoon vertelt over de zaak, zijn vrouw, het huis
Dat huisje in die leuke buurt, dat was opa’s thuis
Kleinzoon zegt “Opa, ik moest maar weer eens gaan”
De koffie nog niet op maar de plicht is toch gedaan
En opa denkt stilletjes, waaraan heb ik dit verdient?
Diep bij opa binnen is het zijn hart dat heel hard grient

Opa is gestorven, hij kon het niet meer aan
Zijn hele leven hard gewerkt en toen moest hij gaan
Opa is langzaam vermoord en dat heeft een jaar geduurd
Maar kleinzoon is gelukkig in dat huisje in die leuke buurt…

Army with harmony
Dave drop a load on ’em

OPP how can I explain it
I’ll take you frame by frame it
To have y’all jumpin’ shall we singin’ it
O is for Other P is for People scratchin’ temple
The last P…well…that’s not that simple
It’s sorta like another way to call a cat a kitten
It’s five little letters that are missin’ here
You get on occassion at the other party
As a game ‘n it seems I gotta start to explainin’
Bust it
You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello
You get her name and number and then you feelin’ real mellow
You get home, wait a day, she’s what you wanna know about
Then you call up and it’s her girlfriend or her cousin’s house
It’s not a front, F to the R to the O to the N to the T
It’s just her boyfriend’s at her house (Boy, that’s what is scary)
It’s OPP, time other people’s what you get it
There’s no room for relationship there’s just room to hit it
How many brothers out there know just what I’m gettin’ at
Who thinks it’s wrong ‘cos I’m splittin’ and co-hittin’ at
Well if you do, that’s OPP and you’re not down with it
But if you don’t, here’s your membership

Chorus:
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who’s down with OPP (Every last homie)
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who’s down with OPP (All the homies)

As for the ladies, OPP means something gifted
The first two letters are the same but the last is something
different
It’s the longest, loveliest, lean– I call it the leanest
It’s another five letter word rhymin’ with cleanest and meanest
I won’t get into that, I’ll do it…ah…sorta properly
I say the last P…hmmm…stands for property
Now lady here comes a kiss, blow a kiss back to me, now tell me
exactly
Have you ever known a brother who have another like ah girl or wife
And you just had to stop and just ‘cos he look just as nice
You looked at him, he looked at you and you knew right away
That he had someone but he was gonna be yours anyway
You couldn’t be seen with him and honestly you didn’t care
‘Cos in a room behind a door no one but y’all are there
When y’all are finish, y’all can leave and only y’all would know
And then y’all could throw the skeleton bones right in the closet do’
Now don’t be shocked ‘cos if you’re down I want your hands up high
Say OPP (OPP) I like to say with pride
Now when you do it, do it well and make sure that it counts
You’re now down with a discount

Chorus:
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who’s down with OPP (Every last lady)
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who’s down with OPP (All the ladies)

This girl ah tried to OPP me
I had a girl and she knew that matter-of-fact my girl was partner’s
that
Had a fall out, disagreement, yeah an argument
She tried to do me so we did it in my apartment, bust it
That wasn’t the thing it must have been the way she hit the ceiling
‘Cos after that she kept on coming back and catchin’ feelings
I said, “Let’s go my girl is coming so you gotta leave”
She said, “Oh no, I love you Treach” I said, “Now child please”
You gots to leave, come grab your coat, right now you gotta go
I said now look you to the stairs and to the stairwindow
This was a thing, a little thing, you shouldn’t have put your heart
‘Cos you know I was OPP, hell from the very start
Come on, come on, now let me tell you what it’s all about
When you get down, you can’t go ’round runnin’ off at the mouth
That’s rule number one in this OPP establishment
You keep your mouth shut and it won’t get back to her or him
Exciting isn’t it, a special kinda business
Many of you will catch the same sorta OPP is you with
Him or her for sure is going to admit it
When OPP comes, damn– skippy I’m with it

Chorus:
You down with OPP

I am tall and I am thin
Of an enviable hight
And I’ve been known to be quite handsome
In a certain angle and in certain light

Well I entered into O’Malley’s
Said, “O’Malley I have a thirst”
O’Malley merely smiled at me
Said “You wouldn’t be the first”

I knocked on the bar and pointed
To a bottle on the shelf
And as O’Malley poured me out a drink
I sniffed and crossed myself

My hand decided that the time was nigh
And for a moment it slipped from view
And when it returned, it fairly burned
With confidence anew

Well the thunder from my steely fist
Made all the glasses jangle
When I shot him, I was so handsome
It was the light, it was the angle

Huh! Hmmmmmm

“Neighbours!” I cried, “Friends!” I screamed
I banged my fist upon the bar
“I bear no grudge against you!”
And my dick felt long and hard

“I am the man for which no God waits
But for which the whole world yearns
I’m marked by darkness and by blood
And one thousand powder-burns”

Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips
That clean the ocean floor
When I looked at poor O’Malley’s wife
That’s exactly what I saw

I jammed the barrel under her chin
And her face looked raw and vicious
Her head it landed in the sink
With all the dirty dishes

Her little daughter Siobhan
Pulled beers from dusk till down
And amongst the townfolk she was a bit of a joke
But she pulled the best beer in town

I swooped magnificent upon her
As she sat shivering in her grief
Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall
In whale’s blood and banana leaf

Her throat it crumbled in my fist
And I spun heroically around
To see Caffrey rising from his seat
I shot that mother fucker down

Mmmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah

“I have no free will”, I sang
As I flew about the murder
Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed
You really should have heard her

I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept
I panted like a pup
I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes
And her husband stupidly stood up

As he screamed, “You are an evil man”
And I paused a while to wonder
“If I have no free will then how can I
Be morally culpable, I wonder”

I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach
And gingerly he sat down
And he whispered weirdly, “No offense”
And then lay upon the ground

“None taken”, I replied to him
To which he gave a little cough
With blazing wings I neatly aimed
And blew his head completely off

I’ve lived in this town for thirty years
And to no-one I am a stranger
And I put new bullets in my gun
Chamber upon chamber

And I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes
I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows
And as I shot down the youthful Richardson
It was St. Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows

Hhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmmmmm

I said, “I want to introduce myself
And I am glad that all you came”
And I leapt upon the bar
And shouted out my name

Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool
Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed
And with an ashtray as big as a fucking really big brick
I split his head in half

His blood spilled across the bar
Like a steaming scarlet brook
And I knelt at it’s edge on the counter
Wiped the tears away and looked

Well, the light in there was blinding
Full of God and ghosts of truth
I smiled at Henry Davenport
Who made an attempt to move

Well, from the position I was standing
The strangest thing I ever saw
The bullet entered through the top of his chest
And blew his bowels out on the floor

Well I floated down the counter
Showing no remorse
I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter
Recently divorced

But remorse i felt an

Despues de haber andado por todo el desierto
Buscando, buscando, buscando lo que aun no encuentro
Ahora lo que yo siento es una sed que mi me quema por dentro; yo le se
Aqui esta lo que busco, lo que yo busco
ahora es que lo vengo a entender

Paso el tiempo sin haber llenado el vacio
La etapa de encontrar lo que siempre cerca he tenido
Desesperacion me ha segado la conciencia y no he podido ver
La Distancia es corta pero este viaje la empieza a extender.

Oasis Puerto Rico la hace
Oasis Aqui esta nuestra base
Oasis Es aqui donde nace el sonido de futuro para una nueva fase

I have been doing time all this time throughout the dry lands
Looking for a path that was already written in my hand
Because what goes around must come back around to the first place it was found
Borinquen my friend is where it’s at, and my beat will always tell you that

O holy night, the stars are Brightly shining..
It is the night of our dear savior’s birth.
O holy night, the something.. something.. distance.
It is the night with the Christmas trees and pie.
Jesus was born, and so I get presents
Thank you Jesus for being born!

Fall [Faaalll] On your knees.. [On your knees]
And hear.. [can’t you hear] The angel’s something.. [Voices]
O night [O night] Divine! [Divine]
The night when I get presents, O night [O night]
Beefcake! Oh night, O night devine..

O holy night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Saviour’s birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
‘Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks
A new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees
Oh hear the angel voices
O night divine
O night
When Christ was born
O night divine
O night
O night divine

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks
A new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees
Oh hear the angel voices
O night divine
O night
When Christ was born
O night divine
O night divine

O Holy Night
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our Savior’s birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining’
Til He appeared and the soul feltits worth
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new andglorous morn.
Fall on your knees, O hear theangels voices.
O night divine, O night when Christ as born
O night divine, O night divine,O night divine

O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour’s birth;
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope
the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks
a new and glorious morn;
Fall on your knees,
oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, O night when Christ was born!
O night, O holy night, O night divine!