Lyrics:
mashin', we ain't asking for nothing, we working for it
Push it, peddled it to the people, they can't ignore it, this is for
All the independents, a few
Everything I saw cute, shit, you had to have it.
What's the fly life if a nigga can't share it?
Every new dollar made I put it on you.
Everything around
Yeah, yeahLil jon and east side boyz (that's right bitch)
Suga Free (Suga Free)
Bad Boy Snoop Dogg, Oobie wassup girl
And this nigga right here
thankful 4 evrythang you know
You think it's eazy bein me na hold on dogg
Let me explain sumthin to all of y'all
I got a mama an' a daddy 3 bruthas no
very...
Sometimes it's shaved and sometimes it's hairy.
I'm Short Dogg ain't nothing nice
You ever make me mad and I'll fuck your wife
Have fun with
these cocktails and you hear your name
If you a fake bitch, ain't no thing
I'll pick up the phone and call Janine
If I call Marie, I know for a fact
I'm
Dogg Pound, LA zuu
Shit ain't even real no more
(Ain't nothing stop, don't stop
That's for damn sure)
Holla at my homie Pac and shit
(I heard 2Pac fucked
a block monster, be a reputable motherf***
Real mash with my Spanish
If ain't about no gouda, partner, you can vanish
Don't get put up in your place
Give
It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none
Ooh, it ain't no fun if the homies can't have none
It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none
Ooh,
It won't stop
You can't fight the feeling
You can't fight the feeling, no
Uh, and I keep a couple most dope homies by me
So there ain't too many
knock all the white out, no racism
That's cold, homies, pump that bass, nigga
And sometimes we close the safe, nigga
But there ain't no code to break,
her baby
CHORUS (2X)
Verse 2: Snoop Dogg
I'ma gangsta, located in the alleys and Cali
Shoot dice wit' killas and smoke wit' the dealers
You
The one up above didn't like my pace
I was movin' too fast then I Caught That Case
Hm, I fought dat case wondered where
Dad west would be
If I'd have
got rappers from the CPT, K Cavy
We even got some homies from the SGV
A lot of dope rappers comin' out the IE
They ain't getting heard
They getting
ain't no fun if the homies can't have none
It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none
So let's share, share, share
We'll just share, share, share
How
it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't write yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all niggas
baby gangster
approach me like you hard, motherfucker i'mma bank ya
shank ya, with my fuckin shank, if i havta
Dr Dre an Snoop Dogy Dogg are fuckin
on the map
And I ain't lookin' back
But I keep hearing shit from your staff
I giggle and laugh (ha ha ha ha ha)
Cuz you said you can't stand me
Your whole rap
probably couldn't get a ho any day
'Round my way can't get murder planned
Ain't no hoop, play dirty, man
Put some through your jersey, man
If your
Saturday morning, take the train for a ride
The sun is up, I got my homies by my side
Rollin' down the street with my sixteen speakers
Black people dont have no, no where to go
You know, all we got to do is kick it
We gonna kick it in our hood, you know
What we gonna do, we might
We
the way we move, so man up if you can't adjust
You may end up gettin' rushed by too many to handle us (ha)
It's funny, I guess money does have its
of rap
And when we get to spittin', make sure y'all step back
You with that? 'Cause if you ain't clown
We from the d-o double g, we groupie true
play around
Cover much grounds
Got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day true player way
I can't get her outta my mind
I think
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