Hey Dogg, let me holla at'cha man (keepin' it grown)
What's up, homie?
Word is on the streets
Your beats gon' be delicate since Dre done shook the speeds out, man

Delicate? Beats?
So that's what makes me now?
Nigga, I don't give a fuck about no beat

Check this out man
(I hear ya Dogg)
It's a cold, cold thing
(It's a cold thing)
For real (hmm)

I got more niggas tryna get at me
Than the President do sometimes
Niggas be tryna get at me 'cause I be droppin' funky rhymes
What the fuck is goin' on? This rap game's made to make money
You niggas is takin' this shit outta hand, actin' way too funny
Doin' too much, you know what I said from the get-go
What the fuck's goin' on wit' you niggas
Y'all tryna play it low pro'?
And tryna be hard
And tryna be Big Willies or whatever they call it
But yet, it's time for me to act just like an alcoholic
And step into the game, I'ma stumble in like I don't know
And if a nigga say somethin' wrong, I'm takin' off from the get-go
I ain't givin' him no room to try to get me first
'Cause I done been bombed on before and I'ma tell you
Man, that's the worst
Feelin' the world (feelin' the world) but I'ma keep my thing together
'Cause I'm gon' keep makin' money (keep makin' money)
And everything is still together
Havin' papers, man, now what y'all niggas doin'?
Oh, y'all broke on the corner drinkin' y'all drink?
Wanna be doin' what I'm doin'
But don't get mack and don't be tryna play-hate (player hate)
'Cause I'm takin' trips around state to state

Representin', mh
What y'all wanna represent but y'all can't represent me
'Cause y'all don't got no dollars, no cents (dollars, no-)
I'm movin' on, groovin' on and I'm movin'
Makin' more moves than the average Cuban
Tryna get G's across the town, tryna make more hits
And tryna get my game tight and get at your bitch (and get at your-)
Now, if she wants to get with this
She gon' come holla at a player, though
'Cause she know that Snoop Dogg has got that white Rolls-Royce
And she wants to jump in, bring a friend (bring a friend)
'Cause everything is like alphabet, come on in (come on in)
Come on in and bring a friend and you can come on back (come on back)
'Cause when you do, we gon' be sippin' on some Cognac (Cognac)
It's on me, I'm feelin' good tonight (tonight)
'Cause I'ma do mines and I'm gon' keep everything tight
I ain't lettin' nothin' leak 'cause if things leak then I'm get caught
And I can't get caught
'Cause you know how they do it about that child support
Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his game tight
Gettin' 18.5 percent, half your life
Shit, I love my baby boy and all
But I ain't finna be payin' no bitch, no no, no way Dogg (no way)
I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too tight
I'm guaranteed to get away from some shit like that
Ain't that right? (That's right)
'Cause, uh, when you playin' this game you got to be a real player
You can't be no fake-ass nigga talkin' about you want to be the man
'Cause if you ain't with the game
The game ain't gonna be wit' you
And I can put that on everything includin' you (includin' you)

One of every five black males before the year 2000
Will be detained or deceased
No justice, no peace
Yeah, the truth hurts, if you scared go to church (to church)

Nick it but don't cut it, gettin' five points
Step back for a second, I'm finna put some fire to this joint, mmh
It's the bomb, niggas finna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics (Atlanta at the Olympics)
Niggas be trippin' (niggas be trippin') but I be pimpin' (but I be pimpin')
I don't be trippin' off no nigga at all, no bitches
Just tryna get money, I don't even be trippin' off no switches
I used to like lowriders but now I like Eastsiders (Eastside)
I put 'em down wit' me and make 'em hit makers, y'know what I'm sayin'?
I love the Lakers now 'cause now they got Shaq O'Neal (Shaq O'Neal)
It's time to make a million dollars and that's for real (for real)
See we gon' blow up and show up and throw up nothin' but Dogg Pound
Guaranteed to put it down and we'll be around in your town
So just sit in your seats and wait 'til we come through
Until we do just keep sportin' gray and blue
Or whatever (or whatever) you do just stay true to what you do
'Cause we gon' keep doin' what the fuck we got to do
Now, follow me now and listen to the instructions
'Cause the game's gon' get deep, now niggas is tryna creep
Tryna get up on game but they don't want to be down with the PG
All of a sudden everybody wanna diss DP (diss DP)
Now, what we look like? (what we look like?)
Lettin' y'all diss us, (nigga) that ain't right
I should get upset but I'ma stay composed (mhm)
Chill for a second (what's up, baby?), Spit at some hoes
Drinkin' my drank, smokin' my dank (that's right)
Countin' my bank, mh, that shit stank (yeah)
Stanky bank is what I got 'cause I'm gon' keep it (keep it)
And nah, this ain't no motherfuckin' secret (no motherfuckin' secret)

Yeah, we in a drought season
Nigga's lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgivin' without the feastin'
Yeah, the truth hurts
If you scared go to church (go to church)

They got me runnin' for my life, I'm jumpin' gates
They got dogs on my ass, but I'm a dawg
So I know how to alert and get wit' dat shit
The dog run up on me, I give him a call
Like, "Nigga, back up off me"
He turn around and bite the police, hm
Game recognize Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes
I slide in the back of a garage, dip in with this ho
They run right past me, ask me, "Have I seen the suspect?"
"Yeah, he went that way", now I'm finna jet

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Writer(s): Calvin Cordozar Broadus, Priest Joseph Brooks