| Lyrics: | featuring Malik (Lil Hershey Loc)
Verse One:
*static*
Pump
Pump Pump Pump Pump Pump Pump Pump
Pump Pump
Let the motion of your body
be the key cuz we
be the motherfuckin G Funk family
Now I'll play the G in this
deadly game
Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the game
If it ain't one thing it's
a motherfuckin nother
Word to my granny and my daddy and my mother
Whether standin
on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuce
When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get
loose
Cuz back in the days, on the side where it's at
A nigga had to have a fat
stack
And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go
rat-tat-tat-tat,
nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall
Can't none of y'all niggaz see the Doggy Dogg
Cuz I'm one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness
So shut the fuck up, and listen while
I'm kickin this
Chorus: (repeat 2X)
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump)
Verse Two: Snoop
Now you can look to the Sun, and spot the moon
And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step
into the room
With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk
Follow me, follow me,
listen to the words that a nigga...
I come down with the wickedness
One rude bwoy
comin with the darkness (blam!)
Close your eyes cuz you can't see me
I quit school
cause of recess you fuckin B.G.
I'm shakin up the party, like Lodi Dodi
Is he the
dopest? Ya betta ask somebody
When, then, send, some gin
And a pack of zig zags now
let the games begin
In nineteen-motherfuckin-ninety-three
I'm fuckin up every nigga
known in the indistry
Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang
You know who I am you
know my motherfuckin name, who am I?
(The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Smell) last name
(D-O-double-G)
The behavior and the flavor that I found
Makes me wanna hit that ass
up with the Dogg Pound
Chorus
Verse Three: Malik
Now
just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat
Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat
Don't sleep while I creep peep out my technique
I forgot, I'm out of sight so you
can't see the
MC of the year, you hear and you fear
i got somethin for them niggaz
in the front and the rear
I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride
I'm
satisfied now everything is really alright
You know when I come nigga I come wicked
Don't need no permisison, motherfucker I'ma kick it
Niggaz sweat my shit I wet em up with
the biscuit
Lick em up shot, it don't stop, till dem all drop
Make up your mind, go
pop or slang rocks
Just stop, rottin on the next niggaz jock
I'm strapped with my
glock on your block
And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot
Chorus |
