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[Featuring Snoop Doggy Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound, Nate Dogg]
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[E-40]
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Peace
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The 213
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The 7 off 7
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The 4 when the ride got off.
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[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
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It be the main did they
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I'm bout to get in
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Used to be situp, not Tito
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Have a couple babies, now let her get up
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If we prayed and respected by big and the little
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Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
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Get close for a dose with the West-Coast chopgame
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Nickie but don't cuttie
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Only water in the clip for DPG I had to fuck with
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[E-40]
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Uhhh, Uhhh,
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Follow that clap, we got dope in
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My nigga Snoop got some hoes in
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Uhhh, Uhhh,
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Seen her for some black sauce in gripping secret
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Can't wait till we get them butt naked
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We act so bad up in the spot
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Dre be overworked
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Cocaine go bid your prize
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Bitches pay the prize
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Why in the hell are you so ignorant?
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Why is your slang so a little?
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Chorus: x2
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[Nate Dogg]
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We came to rock your body, rock your soul
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We came to rock your body, rock your soul
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[Suga T]
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(Yeah, and it's like that)
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Hoes
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Menoles you can come from everywhere
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I ya, gotta put these keys in a pot,
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boss playa, playa
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Check this plot
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Cause don't miss my whole act
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Suga T paper, cause Suga T did that
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[Daz Dillinger]
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It's so simple to make it happen
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More paper to keep the scratch
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Bin off the hurricane, chillin' and relaxin'
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Till the shit
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I'll keep it bumpin' and humpin' just like a droptop
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Will it ever quit, will it ever stop
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For reward in the jet shot sugar Dogg Pound
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Can make it with my homie
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Get you bleed into Oaktown
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Cause I get sick with it
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And they don't why
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Cause I get sick with it
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Because they singin' for fly (Word)
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[D-Shot]
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A lot of Niggas they know it
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The Niggas got big respect
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It ain't till the tape in your deck
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Cause the Nigga that pops
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Till the Nigga can't pop no mo'
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Straight herbin' on the Indo
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From my hood to yo hood
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Ain't lettin bustas figure up
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If y'all Niggas strap I'm your plug
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The call me D-Shot, the shot taller,
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a.k.a. livin' in the boss baller
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Chorus
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[B-Legit]
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I'm all original base
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Pore last Detroit
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Still get decisions
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Then I flip from Troy
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Hit the brownie tracks
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Smokes big with feds
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Low in hell stoke
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Got a game in back
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See I'm in with Bin and lil' Joe be caught
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But I'm about to make me (?)
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I hit 'em five times make her feel comfort
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Took her to the mall then she robbed and sorted
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[Kurupt Tha Kingpin]
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One day, I was sippin' through the hood
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I did all my homies
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And it was all turned good
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I'm Kurupt, to have bitch really cold chillin'
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Blue from the forts that soon, straight dealin'
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With so much cash, it's seen funny
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Been there and done it
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Everything you see and ever wanted
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I'm Kurupt, peace me up a piece of the pie
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We can try to make it right and the pimps to ride
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Who's the man, (?)
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With my suave, the world wide homicidal plan
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Too many stressed in here I'm bout to touch my loot
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The fucking dogg on where the only things to own and shoot
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And he's a dogg and the room is wet
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And the Nigga like me tired in worst day
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I be rhymin' to fuck a mic since the first day
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My eyes open wide I finally realize it's the way to get paid
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Chorus x2
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We Came To Rock Ya Body
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The Click |