Snoop Dogg — Doggy Dogg World

[Chronic break] Can we get a motherfuckin moment of silence For the small chronic break? A-hah, niggas be brown-nosing these hoes and shit Taking bitches out to eat, and spending money on these hoes Know what I'm saying? I treat a bitch like 7-Up, I never have I never will I tell a bitch like this: "Bitch, you without me is like Harold Melvin without Bluenotes You'll never go platinum!" Hey Daz, give me a light nigga [Intro: Taa Dow & Snoop Dogg] We’d like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow Y'all niggas know who I am, y'all niggas tearin' up shit But we got somethin' old, and somethin' new for y'all tonight Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics It's like everywhere I lizzook And everywhere I go I'm hearing motherfuckers trying to steal my flow But it ain't no thang, cause, see, my homie Coolio Put me up on the game when I stepped through the door [Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg] Some of these niggas is so deceptive Using my styles like a contraceptive I hope you get burnt Seems you haven't learnt It's the knick-knack, patty-whack I still got the biggest sack! So put your gun away, run away, cause I'm back Hit em up, get 'em up, spit 'em up Now, tell me, what's going on? It make me wanna holler, cause my dollars come in O-zones Known for break off so take off your clothes And quit trying to spit at my motherfuckin' hoes! Speaking of hoes, I'll get to the point You think you got the bomb cause I rolled you a joint? You'se a flea, and I'm the Big Dogg I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin' paws Y'alls niggas better recognize And see where I'm coming from: it's still Eastside Til I die. Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-double G, Y [Chorus: The Dramatics & Nancy Fletcher] It's a crazy, mixed-up world It's a Doggy Dogg World [Verse 2 - Kurupt] Well if you give me 10 bitches then I'll fuck all 10 Seen the homie Snoop Doggy sipping juice and gin Don't slip, I'm for the set-trip, to get papers Styles vary, packing flavor like Lifesavers Ain't that something? Talk shit and I'm dumpin' I had your whole fuckin' block bumpin' Don't sweat, but check the technique. I'm unique like China You'll never find a bomber rhymer than this nigga behind ya So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through 1, 2, 3: you can't see me I'm a G like that, strapped with hit-hard tactics A fuckin' menace, using hoes like tennis rackets It's on again, It's on and poppin' All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin' I wanna see some panties droppin' I'm coming from L.A She used to chill with Dre up in Compton (All I ever did was just use that ho Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows) I’m dishin out blues, I’m upsettin' like bad news Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes Kurupt, the name’s often marked for catchin' slugs And I smoke weed for the fuck of it Ruff and rugged shit, it’s unexplanatory how I gets wicked But it’s mandatory that I kick it Check it, I’m runnin' hoes in 94, now must I prove it Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin' and movin' Prepare for a war, it’s on, I’m head huntin' Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn Peep, the massacre from a verbal assassin Murderin' with rhymes packin' Tec-9’s for some action You really don’t know, do you, you fuckin' wit a hog You can’t do me, I’m goin' out looney like O-Dog [Chorus: The Dramatics & Nancy Fletcher] It's a crazy, mixed-up world It's a Doggy Dogg World [Daz Dillinger] Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long) Til when? (Til the early morn') And it don't stop, and it don't quit For tha Dogg Pound clique to drop the cavi dough [Verse 3 - Daz] Diggity-Daz out of the motherfuckin' cut once more So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow I flip-flop and serve hoes with a fat dick Til I die, I'm still screaming out: "bitches ain't shit!" Now I'm the mack daddy, had he not known about The city where I'm from: Dum diddy dum As you groove to the gangster shit The D-O-double G, the P-O-U-N-D The gangster clique Now as the Pound break it down with the gangster funk I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want Then I blaze up the chronic so I can get high I promise I smoke chronic til the day that I die [Chorus: The Dramatics & Nancy Fletcher] It's a crazy, mixed-up world It's a Doggy Dogg World