| Lyrics: | Talking:
Hey yo, Soopafly
These niggaz act like they don't know my motherfuckin' name
(gangsta)
Hmm...ain't that a trip
Now I put half these niggaz on (ain't that
something)
Chorus:
Snoop D-O double G (from the DP)
Talking:
Niggaz wasn't
even rapping till I came out
You know what I'm sayin?
Y'all know what time it
is
Chorus
Every nigga in this rap game, to the dope game
Now I got the hook up
on the dodo, for sure tho'
But I'm not a weed seller, but a crocka sack beller
A rap star
plus a 2 time felon
Sellin' phones out the trunk I mix G with funk
I put it all together,
and rock it till it chump
Then bag it up and sag it up and then serve
I'm always on the
pager, never on the curb
I'm big time, get mine, stay down for the grizind
I keep it
gangsta, nigga, all the tizime
Ask them niggaz, from way down South (who?)
The boys right
there with the gold in they mouth
They'll tell ya (tell ya)
There ain't no bullshit to sell
ya
Snoop D-O double G who wannabes wannabe
I got love for my folkers out in 'Lejo
And
all my soldiers gettin' busy down in N-O
Gangsta's, get respect from me
And all you other
niggaz gettin' checked by me
That's on the C, DPG will never break up
There's too much
motherfuckin' paper to cake up
That's on me (DPG)
Now what?
I'm
Chorus
X3
Now all the bitches if you with me, come get me
I'm in room 210, don't forget to
bring the gin
That's the old fashion way, and bring a friend with ya
So when I'm through
with ya she can hit ya
Shit I ain't trippin'
I'm dippin'
There's money to be
made
It's funny how she layed w |
