Lyrics:
Well it's the Funk Docta Spock
Meth-Tical
Biggie, Biggie
Uhh, uhh, uhh, (yo c'mon Big) uhh
Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches
with two of your most deadliest men's in the back
Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, home or not
It's that no
Put that on somethin'
I put that on the click
If you consider yourself a hustla can't be no busta brown
Stackin' mail, straight come upin', when funk
[Computer voice]
Where's the party at
[Verse 1]
Forget it man, I can't lie
I'm drunk as a skunk but I'm nothin' funk
I shoots the game,
au monde j'veux changer nos places
Ici, c'est non-stop que ça ghetto blast
Sunny days and music by my side
Sunny days and music by my side
Sunny
I ride by
Ain't worried bout no money
Cause I get it when I need it
If I want it then I got it
Said I spend it when I see it
Way up floating yeah you
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
South Bronx punt, stab him like, oh no
That machine gun funk, big popper
Malcolm X by the window of the chopper
You niggas lost prophets
Been
Sex, I'm takin no losses
Even groups like SWV and TLC
Can't see B-I-G with telepathy
The recipe, a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin ain't easy but it's
walked into cali, the place was packed
Sir too $hort "don?t stop that rap"
I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time
You got no rhymes, so you listen
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
[Heavy D]
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about
the Glock cocked, sucker don't jock me up
Fuck a drive by, nigga take dead aim
Load him up in a frame and
Knock his ass out the game
Boom boom was
alle Hawaii
Stile non ce l'hai? Rimani in stand-by
Ahi ahi ahi, guarda il mio show
Stai senza flow? Ti metto KO
Con l'uno e due io te sdraio,
Te manno
Just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
When trees by the p's
And fuckin' fine fee's and 3's with ease
For sure the skilled poets
Within in
through the fog with my saggin' deuce
East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeVille
I'm rollin' with the G Funk bumpin' in my shit and it don't quit
So
through the fog with my saggin' deuce
East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeVille
I'm rollin' with the G Funk bumpin' in my shit and it don't quit
So
Coupe DeVille
I'm rollin' with the G Funk bumpin' in my shit and it don't quit
So drop it on the one, motherfucker, put together that set
A nigga with
measures the ace
Dumb girl
Use me the girl is
Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb girl
Now you're a typical sexteen with no real power
Ha! You funk like this
the ounce, I smoke it by the pound
Ain't sweepin' no beef up under the rug, you gotta take these slugs (doo, doo)
Before I give this bitch this dick, I'm
call me no punk
My name is Snoop D-O-double-G
And I'm the godfather of G-Funk
I'll put this shit down, like clown, Dogg Pound is my set
Nigga set
like this could even make the devil commit suicide
hung from a tree on Johannesburg with no parachute
Big-Bigfoot captured by UFO's
Haloes were
chop chop"
Quick on the cut, to the cut I gotta go (go)
Lumberjack chopping up the beat just swinging low
Freaking all the funk cause my man's
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