Pimp Slapp'd

[DJ E-Z Dick] W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick About to unleash another one of those platinum plus hits And the word is on the streets, and the word is the streets We goin' go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg [Snoop Dogg] A day in the life, of a Rollin 20 Crip I'm just a stubborn type of fella with a head like a brick And just because I sip Moet, they say that I'm hopeless But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the loc'ness Now this is how we do it when we checking the grip Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so don't even trip I bust a funky composition that's smooth as a prism Now check it as I kick off in this funky ass rhythm It's six dub, the phone is ringing off the deck And it's some homies talking about I disrespected they set Aww no, Dogg ain't this y'all I got couple relatives up off of Crenshaw This is about me and Simon, not me and y'all I got love for a bunch of real be -Dogs Like K-Dub, Top Cat, be -Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face And the homie Har'ron rest in peace Big Jay from Cappinella Park He used to blaze with his nephew after dark On and on, rocking big neck bone Mauseberg I had to put you on my song It's so real, I had show some love Now back to the scrub, it ain't about Crip or Blood It's about you being jealous bout what I does cause I does it the most, the King of The Coast, in a Pink Plaint Pos I back ya down like Shack Daddy, and bust on ya out the new Caddy And skirt up Wiltshire Boulevard I'm not Xzibit, you can't pull my hoe card I fucked all your groupies, when you was doing time and kept Snoopy With the fags & snitches, no killers just bitches And you was paying niggas off of all my riches You so hard caught, why ain't you go to level 4? Oh I know (bitch) But I walk the main line every time I go down You can check my G Files, I do it LBC style I got the word on ya Simon (Simon), you need to just start rhyming cause you the biggest star on your label And them other niggas just crumbs off my table, you're not able To compete with the heat that I drop And I still ain't been paid, for One-Eight-Seven On A Cop I started yo shit, and I'll end yo shit If you keep talking shit on Crip [Chorus] It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack(jealous Ass nigga) It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack (gon get pimp slapped) [Repeat: x2] Money, I get it, paper I got it Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em [Repeat: x2] [Snoop Dogg] If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be famous And I'll be spending money out the anus Your only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your level Man you worser than devils A lot of niggas should've said it, fuck em But I'ma say it for em, stop it, pop it, rewind and play it for em This nigga's a bitch like his wife Suge Knight's a bitch, and that's on my life And I'ma let the whole world see Cause you fucked up the industry, and that's on me We can go head up, nigga, set it up Or we can do the other thing, I love to wet it up Your rappers and artists, tell em, shut it up Cause I'll fuck every last one of em up, especially Kurupt See that's my lil' homeboy, so he knows what's up He better keep it Crippin, and slip his clip in Cause these niggas tripping, this is official business Do the same way, leave no witnesses This is that unexpected diss directed, sprayed, covered and protected Strip you butt naked, chicky-check-check-it It's all to the good again You can catch Snoopy Dibby Double in the hood again Spinning that real times, spitting that real shit To make the whole world feel it So put the bacon in the skillet, and try to peel it Cause Doggystyle Records is the realest, nigga [Chorus] Money, I get it, paper I got it Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em Money, I get it, paper I got it Jealous ass nigga