| Lyrics: | [DJ E-Z Dick]
W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick
About to unleash another one of those
platnum plus hits
And the word is on the streets, and the word is the streets
We gon 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
Im just a stuburn 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 nah, Dogg aint 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 B-Dogs
Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-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 aint about Crip or Blood
It's about you
being jealous bout what I does
Cos 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 |
