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Verse One:
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Poppin, stoppin, hoppin like a rabbit
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When I take the nina Ross ya know I gota ta have it
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I lay back in the cut retain myself
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Think about the shit, and I'm thinkin wealth
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How can I makes my grip
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And how should I make that nigga straight slip
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Set trip, gotta get him for his grip
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as i dip around the corner, now i'm on a-nother
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mission, wishin, upon a star
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Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar
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In the back of the limo no demo, this is the real
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Breakin niggaz down like Evander Holyfield, chill
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to the next Episode
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I make money, and I really don't love hoes
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Tell ya the truth, I swoop in the Coupe
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I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops
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But now I, make, hits, every single day
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With, that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre
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So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot
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It's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
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Verse Two:
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Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is
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Snoop Dogg on the mic i'm about as crazy as Biz
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Markie, spark the, chronic bud real quick
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And let me get into some fly gangsta shit
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Yeah, I lay back, stay back in the cut
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Niggaz try to play the D-O-G like a mutt
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I got a little message, don't try to see Snoop
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I'm fin to fuck a bitch, what's her name it's Luke
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You tried to see me, on the TV, youse a B.G.
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D-O-double-G, yes I'ma O.G.
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You can't see my homey Dr. Dre
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So what the fuck a nigga like you gotta say
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Gotta take a trip to the MIA
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And serve your ass with a motherfuckin AK
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You, can't, see, the D-O-double-G, cuz that be me
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i'm servin um, swervin in the Coupe
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The Lexus, flexes, from Long Beach to Texas
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Sexist, hoes, they wanna get witht his
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Cuz Snoop Dogg is the shit, beeeitch!
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Verse Three:
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Ahhhh, I'm somewhat brain boggled
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So I look to the microphone and slowly start to wobble
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Grab it, have it, stick it to the plug
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It's Snoop, Doggy, I got a got a fat dub
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Sack of the chronic in my back pocket loc
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Need myself a lighter so I can't take a smoke
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I toke everyday, I loc everyday
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With the P-O-U-N-D and my nigga Dr. Dre
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Lay back in the cut, like I told your ass
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Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast
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I got a little cousin by the name of Daz
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And bitches who fuck him, gimme the ass
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Cuz they know about the shit that we be goin through
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And they know about the shit that I be puttin up
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And they be knowin bout the shit I do when I'm on the mic
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Cause Snoop Dogg is Trump tight like a virgin, the surgeon
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Is Dr. Drizzay, so lizzay, and plizzay
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With D-O-double-Gizzay the fly human being seein
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No I'm not European bein all I can
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When I put the motherfuckin mic in my hand, and
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You don't understand when i'm kickin
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Cuz Snoop is on the mic and I gets wicked, follow me
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Listen to me, cuz I do you like you wanna be done
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Snoop Doggy Dogg on this three two one, umm
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Dum, diddy-dum here I come
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With the gat and the guitar was strung, I'm
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not that lunatic nigga who you thought I was
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When I caught you slippin, I'm gon catch you then I peel your cap
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Snapped back, relax
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Ya better not be slippin with them deez on the '83 Cadillac
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So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
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G's up hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this
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Tha Shiznit
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Snoop Doggy Dogg |