All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y’all…
*repeat*

It’s structures to this game, it’s instinct mixed with knowledge
I’m a player in the game and I know not from college
Eyes open, focus, scopin out the scene
Watch the gangsta haters close cos they worse than dope fiends
I hope things get better for you
cos I’ma make things get better for me
and keep the Doggystyle hottest thing out the LB
The L-L-G wit DPG by the sea
We ride at high tide, the East is my side
I’ma tell you ‘long as my voice is recordable
That plan you got ain’t gonna work you better audible
Oh yes I’m fresh and like spy from existence
Wit persistence I perceive
to supply you wit what you need, no room for greed
Better go around and when it come to you
don’t bite off more than you can chew
Respect the game and the game will respect you back
Game is life, life is struggle
without the coastal juggle
So if you drop I test that, fragile as a crsytal
(Will you get mad and go pull out your pistol?)
or will you be a man and pick up all the pieces
and put it back together and remain tougher than leather
As for me I’m tryin to keep it real Dogg
All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y’all

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Just keep it real Dogg
All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y’all
*repeat x2*

*?Teatlet?*, hold em, shake em, roll
Fly G boys and all you hoodrat girls
Pound puts it down all around the world
But let’s pick up the litter, LB young nigga
I need solar on my Dogg nall, I bark when it get dark
Bitches in heat we tear the beat up, what?
On the microphone I bury the bone
Always, strays try to follow me home
Uhh, to get the pooper scooper, why? They droppin doo-doo
I’m steppin on shit, lift up the bottom of my shoe
See I’m smashin full-breaded wit no leash
When I mob, make marks across the street
See I’m vicious like hell, got em waggin they tail
for the bow-wow LBC style
Hit you like the Dogg bopper fever, I fetch paper
On the receiver, go get it like a retriever
I want em close enough so I can lock on em
wit the mizzic, see I let the Doggz loose on em
Check this out here man, I lick em, sick em
Man’s bestfriend, I hit you for ten, uhh
Fleas can’t seize my pack, what what’s my name?
Major trick we’re hittin licks like a doberman gang
Y’done trip and try to fuck me up ever since a young puppy
Run a cat up a tree, nigga it’s DPG

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All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y’all
Just keep it real Dogg
*repeat x2*

They say once upon a time in the land of the loccs
where it’s all about dope and pistol smoke
I packs me a heavy calibre .38 revolver
We’d out, Dp’d out, GC’d out
Oh, did you not know
Snoop wit the .44 knockin at’cha door
We the passion for smashin and mashin the masses
Knockin niggas llike cash is, Dogg Pound Gangsta assassin
It’s like in a action
cos for the cash in my own zone we known for blastin
Bustin, no need for discussion
We don’t discuss, we stay close as 10 inches then bust
close enough to touch then rush
Clean and radical and get clutch
The Dogg is the Don like killer Corleone
for the D-O-double G (with the solid gold rhyme)

Chorus:

Just keep it real Dogg
All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y’all
*repeat x3*

(Uncle Snoop Dogg.)
Yo’ whassup, whassup.
(Could you read us a bedtime story?)
Alright, alright.
Ya’ll get my ash tray, get my lighter.
I’m a read ya’ll a gangsta bedtime story.
Come here, sit on my lap.
(Okay.)
Check it out.

Great scotts, it’s hot today
He ran up out of bullets so I shot him in his chest
He fell to the floor with his hands in the air
His vision gettin blurry but you know I didn’t care
Peck, peck, he tried to stay on deck
So I ran up on this nigga and I shot him in his neck
Shooting like a muthafuckin vietnam vet
Riding on this nigga disrepectin my set
No stranger to danger ain’t no warning shots
On the hood gettin hot, anybody can drop
You better have a spot up in town my nigga
Cause please believe it, it can go down my nigga
Caught up in some traffic behind some hood rat
Grease strikes you out with no get back
Wishing for a steak eatin on a Kit Kat
And your bitch ain’t shit the little homie hit that
Sit back and go see, take a trip up with me
Let’s go get a stick nigga dip with me
We can ride on some niggas for nuthin at all
Even if we cool with ’em, fuck ’em let’s go get ’em
LBC in this muthafucka cuz
I had to show these niggas what time it was
We got thugs, cons, drugs and guns
We claiming everything nigga, even dimes and doves
Have you ever slapped a bitch to mack your grip
Or better yet, strapped a clip
To a muthafuckin’ nine millimeter for heater
And put the ride down out of G two seater
You need a nigga like me to get your game like that
Young nigga, you could get a smack for that
I’m that nigga who brought the afro back
And pat your back and then I turn around and snatch your sack
Before I came out niggas was wearing slack
I brought the curl back and the golf hat
The black poker sack and this skandelous raps
The one eight seven kidnaps and jacks
I brought snaps to the game nigga
Raps to the game nigga, I’m that big rap name nigga
S-N double O-P fa sho
I do my thang way cut throat on the downlow
Oh once upon a time in the LBC
There lived a OG from the DPG
And all the little kids looked up to him
All the women stayed true to him, police tried to do him
But couldn’t do nothing to him cause he’s like stainless steel
And all they hated on him because he was way to real
I don’t know why but he’s just so fly
But I gotta end this story by saying goodnight

[Snoop Talking]
What?s up baby can I get with you?
Its called dogs get lonely 2
Bow-wow

[Chorus]
I dont give a damn, what your homies say
You don?t stay on me, your always out to play
Your so hard to find, seems your shaking me
D.O.G.?s we get lonely

[Snoop]
Look here babygirl D.O.G.?s we get lonely
You can ask all my homies, all D.P.G. got tenderoni?s
Now when we on the road trying to get this paper
and phone call away is what you say
But some times you got to find time to get up
to get out and get away You feel me
Now all I want to do is stay real and stay true
I?m trying to have a little something, and keep you satisfied, but
[when] my homeboys say its time to ride then I?m a ride
See I’m a gangsta I’m a always be a gangsta you cant change me
Dispite at night I might get lonely ya heard me come and serve me
I’d love to take you to the mall
buy you a little somthing go to the movies too
If thats what you want to do, thats what you trying to do
thats what we going to do
Now I’m a put you on a back burner
cause I got to get this cheese with my crew
But baby momma full of drama aint that right
D.A.Z. dog’s get lonely too
Now you knew the dog was dangerous and you took it
You got good loving
You hook me up a good meal
but you still couldnt hook me
Let me stop lying, I’m trying to be too cool, I shaking the real
All my homies do y’all know D.O.G.’s can get lonely too thats real

[Chorus] x2

[Snoop Talking]
Yo yo check this out baby
Im not even going to rap on this one
I’m not I’m not much of a rapper at all
But check this out I’m a put this P.I. down to you real small
I mean I got to get this money I’m out here hanging with my homeboys
We do what we do we been doing this
before I even met you you know what I’m saying
Times get hard my homies gone be there I know you there for me
I know you want to do those things that
that a women supposed to do for a nigga like me
I mean when I get lonely I’m a holler at you
You gone be there for me
Thats real

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