[Snoop Dogg]
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Yeah wassup my nigga?
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I'm sittin here chillin with my nigga Kurupt and we sayin
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I mean it ain't no hard motherfuckin whiteboys in the rap game dog
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You know? No disrespect (that's right)
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That nigga Slim Shady is tight than a muh'fucka though (yeah that's true)
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But we want a nigga to come with some GANGSTA shit
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You feel me?
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[T-Bo]
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I went from rags to riches, to hittin these hoes and switches
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Duckin snitches, and these money hungry bitches
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So you want a dollar? Well baby I can't holla
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You ain't gettin shit, from the break a bitch scowlin scowlin
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Not even a penny, homegirl you ain't gettin any
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Oh by the way... you're too fuckin skinny
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Why don't you go weep, and wash your stankin ass feet
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while my vogues burn, up and down the street
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Eatin steak and shrimp, got my name on a blimp
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Walk with a limp, cause I'm a motherfuckin pimp
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My diamonds is blindin yeah candy paint out shinin
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Got yo' bitch chasin me, while yo' old lady two-timin
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Whether you mobbin in buckets, or roll in a Benz
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Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, seperate yo' foes from yo' friends
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Fuckin models, drinkin Alize by the bottles
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Eleven hundred ??, and my hand's on the throttle
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Chorus: Snoop Dogg (paraphrasing Masta Ase "Jeep Ass Niguh") 2X
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White boy, white boy, turn that shit down
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You know that America ain't ready for the sound
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from dem white boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz)
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White boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz)
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[Snoop Dogg]
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I'm high 'n a motherfucker, perv on the curve
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Fuckin with this white boy, slangin my herb
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D.P.G. to the fullest young cuz
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My homeboy Ricky said, "Show me some love!"
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He got the club with this fool named T-Bo
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From the Dirty South, gold's in his mouth, my peoples
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All of my homies from the L.B.C.
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All my white homies who smoke with me
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Sell me bud on the weekdays cause
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this shit's for y'all, from me and my doggz
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If you don't know you do know T-Bo my new dog
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Fuck what you goin through, we bout to fuck it up y'all
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Chorus: T-Bo says first line with Snoop (1X only)
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[T-Bo]
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You know who I wanna be, that white boy, that everybody talk about
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The one that's tearin up shows, fuckin these hoes, representin the South
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Eyes bare-ly open, laid back in the Cadillac tokin
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Them hoes talkin bout ridin with me and Snoop the bitches must be jokin
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Toke smoke, up the block and glock stay cocked so you must get busted
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And my city's hotter than a corner full of hustlers
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Twelve slappin, trunk rattlin, and when you yappin we in a gun battle
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When you talkin the talk, we walkin the walk
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So stay in yo' house when after dark
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We bark and we bite, ??
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Knuckle up in the club to push and shove til everybody starts to fightin
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You might think the shit's funny, but fool we ain't actin
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You bout that yappin? We bout that action and scratchin
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Playin for keeps, screamin take it to the streets
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Camouflaged down, with them soles on my feet
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And up in the club, thugs push and they shove
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And you won't know who's a killer, so you betta watch who you mug
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[Snoop Dogg]
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Bitch get your mind right, get your mind right
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Bitch get your mind right, get your mind right
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Yeah, white boyz up in the motherfucker
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My nigga T-Bo!
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Chorus
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[Snoop Dogg]
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Yeah that shit funky dog
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That's what I'm talkin bout
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My nigga T-Bo, Dirty South all up in this bitch
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(We No Limit Soldiers, we No Limit Soldiers)
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Yeah, Dogghouse Production
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Dogghouse wreckin, bow wow
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(white white white white white boyz)
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That's how we doin it for the nine-nine
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White boyz, yeah we fuckin with whiteboys in ninety-nine
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cause they fuckin with us
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It's a game of death
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Chorus
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White Boyz
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Snoop Dogg |