Lyrics:
Dogg Father
(Father)
Now, do anybody in tha house remember
When there wasn't no Snoop Dogg? (Hell yeah)
There wasn't no rappers hollin' 'bout LBC
Am I
Bitch, I'm in the club
With the homies, tell me what's good
I'm tryna get these hoes single
And this is my single
Okay, what these niggas hollin
And them ghetto bitches hollin’
"How you do that?"
I mean the world not ready for you
(Not now, not now, not now, not now
‘cause right now)
They don’t give
Missy so hot, I'm from VA
The car that I drive be Ferr-ar-i
My clique is so thick and the
Boys they be hollin' and whistlin'
At me like damn bae man I'm
bossin' it don't matter what it's costing
Tossing deuces out the roof, but that coupe
While I ride by, players chucking deuces back
Bobs holl'in out "hi"
And Hollin Loud Foul Talkin Bout Some Crack
Clown Ass Nigga Tryin To Have Me Down Bad In A Cell
Talkin Bout Some Shit I Use To Have But I Tryin To
Go That Rout
marijuana
Glock found on my hip
Hollin out u don't want it
My glock stay cocked
Rocks n a match box
Head guardin on lock
I'm a go get her
A nigga
want,
whatever you call it I’m taking it home,
there he is, there he go,
globe trotter,
Mr Internationa-a-al,
i’m the coolest, the fonz,
courtside hollin
and the broads be hollin' and whistlin'
At me like damn bae
Man I'm 3000, I'm André
Yo Missy talk big, I'm so grande
Bruce Lee on the beat, I don't compete
luna y pan de hollín
Cada día en su tristeza
que no quiere amanecer
lo madruga un seis de enero
con la estrella del revés
y tres reyes gatos
finessin' (whoa)
I got (brr) and my ear whoa
Got (brr) wrap my neck in the cold
Remix remix like whoa whoa
Got the whole club hollin' out whoa whoa
Had
luna y pan de hollín
Cada día en su tristeza
que no quiere amanecer
lo madruga un seis de enero
con la estrella del revés
y tres reyes gatos
came, together to get this money 'fore we G-O
They love me for that
They know I'm in love with the scratch
I hear a million niggas hollin' how they
came, together to get this money 'fore we G-O
They love me for that
They know I'm in love with the scratch
I hear a million niggas hollin' how they
ON THA MAP
NOW IM CALLIN NIGGAS BLUFFS I DONE HEARD ENOUGH
HOLLIN DOUGH BOY NEVER EVEN SURVED THA STUFF
ERR BODY ON THA WEST SIDE HERD OF US
I AINT CARE
you know he dyin'
They'll be hollin', "RIP that guy, he was on the rise"
All my snipers clap
I don't like to rap
Who gon' fuck with Yak?
I killed
beads reppin' lke a Nextel
Same ones hollin' that they won't tell
Now you think you real 'cause your motherfuckin' phone tell?
Swear these niggas think
looting, paint pictures like we some animals
On my NWA CMG
Holl'in' rest in peace Eazy and fuck the police
Heard another brother slain up in St. Louis
Sure
When you came and you got changed, shit can't be the same
So I'm chillin', bump and (?)
Hollin' out fuck the feelin's of critics
That claim they come
the clock
So you know the ending's near
One call to them killas and you just might disappear
Now nigga all in my face hollin' real but real soft
Bitch
shit
When my gun click, niggas silencing down
You was hollin' like a motherfucker bitch holla at me now
Peep, what made a nigga wanna go and mess with
'Nolia that'll ride fo' me
I kno' some niggas hollin' soldier that a die fo' me
T.C., L.T., Magnolia and six
Oh you want some of dat fire dope you can
gettin ya wig split
When I release, aiming straight for your top
Non stop hollin' purse nigga, you gon drop
The Magnolia chest opena, Glock toatera, block
a Letterman Fallon
When I shoot this iron, all you hear is hooping and hollin' like
(Bombs away) Bootsy Collins
Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm
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