Sokakların Mirası: Bir Dönüm Noktası Olarak "Doggystyle"

1993 yılı, müzik dünyasının belirli bir estetik ve yaşam tarzı anlayışıyla yeniden şekillendiği bir dönemi temsil eder. Bu albüm, sadece bir ses kaydı değil, aynı zamanda belirli bir coğrafyanın, dilin ve bakış açısının manifestosu niteliğindedir. Hikaye anlatıcılığı, günlük yaşamın karmaşası ve yükselme hırsı, bu eserin ana damarlarını oluşturur. Dinleyiciyi, bir yaşam biçiminin tüm çıplaklığıyla sergilendiği bir atmosferin içine çeken bu çalışma, türün sınırlarını belirleyen ve bugün bile etkisini koruyan bir teknik ustalığın ürünüdür.

## Albümün Genel Konsepti

Bu eser, **"Doggystyle"** kavramı etrafında şekillenmiş, oldukça kişisel ve yerel bir anlatıya sahiptir. Albüm, lirik bir otobiyografi gibi işlerken, aynı zamanda çevredeki karakterlerin, mekanların ve olayların bir panoramasını sunar. Lirik içerik; başarıyı elde etme mücadelesi, arkadaşlık bağları, sokak disiplini ve bu yaşam tarzının getirdiği hem zaferleri hem de kaçınılmaz trajedileri kapsar.

## Şarkı Bazlı İncelemeler

### Bathtub

* **Ana Tema:** Atmosferin kurulması ve sokak yaşamının doğal bir parçası.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albüm, bir banyonun özel ve mahrem atmosferiyle başlar. Bu giriş, dinleyiciye daha sonra karşılaşacağı sert gerçeklerin aksine, sanatçının gündelik hayatına ve "ev" ortamındaki rahatlığına dair bir ön izleme sunar.

### G Funk Intro

* **Ana Tema:** Yeni bir müzikal dönemin ilanı.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Bu parça, albümün genel müzikal kimliğini tanımlar. Köpek metaforları üzerinden şekillenen anlatı, kendi yaşam tarzlarının bir kimlik beyanı olduğunu vurgular. "Kendi kuralları olan bir yaşam" vurgusu ön plandadır.

### Gin And Juice

* **Ana Tema:** Eğlence, özgürlük ve bireysel başarı.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün en ikonik anlatılarından biridir. Parti atmosferi, gündelik dertlerden sıyrılma çabası ve finansal bağımsızlık arzusu ön plandadır. "Kendi parasını yöneten ve kendi hayatını yaşayan" figürün kutlamasıdır.

### W Balls

* **Ana Tema:** İletişim ve radyo kültürü.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümdeki diğer şarkıları birbirine bağlayan bir köprü görevi görür. Sokak radyo istasyonu estetiğiyle, dinleyiciyi albümün kurgusal dünyasının daha derinlerine çeker.

### Tha Shiznit

* **Ana Tema:** Hırs ve rekabet.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Sanatçının kendi yeteneğine olan güvenini ve sokaktaki konumunu pekiştirdiği parçadır. Lirikler, zorlukların üstesinden gelme ve başarı basamaklarını tırmanma üzerine kuruludur.

### Lodi Dodi

* **Ana Tema:** Hikaye anlatıcılığı ve mizahi gerçekçilik.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Bir günün detaylı bir şekilde anlatıldığı bu parça, gündelik yaşanmışlıkları bir mizah ve drama dengesiyle sunar. Karakterin aynayla olan diyaloğu, öz güvenin mizahi bir yansımasıdır.

### Murder Was The Case

* **Ana Tema:** Ölüm korkusu, kefaret ve kaderin değişimi.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün en karanlık ve derinlikli hikayesidir. Ölümle burun buruna gelen bir karakterin, yaşamla yaptığı "anlaşmayı" anlatır. Metaforik olarak ikinci bir şansın, beraberinde getirdiği ağır bedellerle olan imtihanıdır.

### Serial Killa

* **Ana Tema:** Sertlik ve hakimiyet kurma.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Sanatçıların birbirleriyle paslaştığı ve türün saldırgan estetiğini en üst seviyeye taşıdığı parçadır. "Hayatta kalma" içgüdüsü, şiddet içeren imgelerle dışa vurulur.

### Who Am I (What's My Name)?

* **Ana Tema:** Kimlik inşası ve tanınırlık.

* **Lirik Analizi:** İsim ve unvan vurgusu, bireyin sokak hiyerarşisindeki yerini kesinleştirir. Nakaratın akılda kalıcılığı, parçanın ana mesajı olan "kendini kanıtlama" durumunu destekler.

### For All My Niggaz & Bitches

* **Ana Tema:** Bağlılık, dayanışma ve ortak yaşam tarzı.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Kendi çevresine hitap eden, birliğin ve sokaktaki duruşun altını çizen bir marş niteliğindedir. Bireysel başarıdan ziyade, ekibin toplam gücüne vurgu yapılır.

### Ain't No Fun (If The Homies Can't Have None)

* **Ana Tema:** Paylaşımcılık ve arkadaşlık kuralları.

* **Lirik Analizi:** İlginç bir sosyal kuralı işler. Eğlencenin tek başına yaşanmaması gerektiği, arkadaşlarla paylaşıldığı sürece değer kazandığı anlatılır.

### Chronic Break / Doggy Dogg World

* **Ana Tema:** Sosyal gözlem ve yaşam felsefesi.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Yaşamın acımasızlığı üzerine bir özet sunar. "Dünya" kavramı, sanatçının gözünden, herkesin hayatta kalmaya çalıştığı bir yer olarak tanımlanır.

### Gz And Hustlas

* **Ana Tema:** Sosyal sınıflar ve hedefler.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Sokaktaki farklı tiplerin (G'ler ve Hustlerlar) bir portresini çizer. Herkesin ortak paydası, kendi imkanlarıyla hayatlarını idame ettirme çabasıdır.

### Pump Pump

* **Ana Tema:** Güç gösterisi ve final.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümü enerjik bir finalle noktalar. Bir kez daha güç, silahlar ve karizma ön plana çıkarılarak albümün başında kurulan atmosfer zirve noktasında bırakılır.

*Bu albüm, 1993 yılından günümüze, hikaye anlatıcılığı teknikleri ve yarattığı kendine has evrenle, dinleyiciyi bir yaşam tarzının tam merkezine yerleştiren bir başyapıttır.*

Snoop Dogg - "Doggystyle" Albüm Şarkı Sözleri (1993)

"Bathtub"

Uh, that felt good

Does it baby?

Yeah, rub my back for me

Where do you want me to rub it baby?

Right here

Okay

Turn around

Aight, check it out though

Why don't you put me on some music?

What you wanna hear baby?

Put me on some of that old gangsta shit

Aight then

Damn, the fuck is that?

Every time I'm chilling someone ringing my motherfucking doorbell

You want me to get that for you?

Yeah, handle that shit for me

Aight, I'll be right back

What the fuck?

Hey, Snoop!

Yo, what's up, Snoop Dogg?

Hey, hey, hey Snoop, what's going down?

What's up G-Dogg?

Oh, nothing, trying to live between the sky and Earth and ain't touching dirt nowhere, man

Right, right

I'm fucked about right about now Dogg

I'm about ready to get up out this, damn

I'm ready to get his shit up, man

With the motherfucking law after me

Punk-ass bitches, sucka-ass niggas

I can't take this shit no more dog

What? Man, you wanna get out the game? Come on man

You can smoke a pound of bud everyday

You got a big screen TV, man, you wanna give all this up?

You got the dopest shit out on the streets

Nigga, is you crazy? That's the American Dream, nigga

Well, ain't it?

Fool, you better come on in

Wait, wait, wait, wait, hold up Snoop

Hey, nigga, I put five dollars on the weed

You better quit fucking with me

It's time to get busy in this motherfucker

Like we always do about this time

☆☆☆☆☆

"G Funk Intro"

(feat. Rage)

[George Clinton:]

Yeah, this is another story about dogs

For the dog that don't pee on trees is a bitch

So says Snoop Dogg

So you better get your pooper scooper 'cause the nigga's talkin' shit

Roof! Roof! Roof! Roof! Roof!

[The Lady of Rage (Dr. Dre) {Snoop Dogg}:]

I'm sippin' on Tanqueray

With my mind on my money and my mouth fulla' gan-jay

R-A-G to the motherfuckin' E

Back with my nigga S-N-double-O-P

(Yeah, and ya don't stop)

Rage in effect, I just begun to rock

(I said, yeah, and ya don't quit)

{Hey-yo, Rage, would you please drop some gangsta shit?}

I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs

Handcuffed as I bust, 'bout to tear shit up

Oh, what? Did ya think I, didn't ever think I

Would be the one to make you blink eye, I'm catchy like pink-eye

Never will there ever be another like me, um

You can play the left 'cause it ain't no right in me

Out the picture, out the frame, out the box I knock 'em all

Smack 'em out the park, like "A Friendly Game of Baseball"

Grand slam, yes, I am

Kickin' up dust and I don't give a goddamn

'Cause I'm that lyrical murderer pleading guilty

You know from my skills I'm about to be

Filthy, large, Rage in charge

You know what's happenin', don't try to play Raj

This ain't no re-run, see, hun, don't you wanna be one?

However Rage'll wreck ya 'cause I'm def

I kick my vocals, I loc yo, coast to coast or local, uh!

I'll make 'em go coo-coo for my Cocoa

Puffin' stuff, ayo, Snoop, you're up

Let these niggas know that niggas don't give a fuck

[Snoop Dogg:]

This is just a small introduction to the G-funk era

Everyday of my life I take a glimpse in the mirror

And I see motherfuckers tryna be like me

Ever since I put it down with the D-R-E

[George Clinton:]

Foamin' at the mouth and waggin' his tail

Searchin through the yard with a keen sense of smell

Lookin' for the bitches in heat

And when he find it he'll be sniffing her seat

We travel in packs and we do it from the back

How else can you get to the booty?

We do it doggystyle

All the while we do it doggystyle

Yo motherfuckin' hoe!

He fucked the fleas off the bitch, he shaked the ticks off his dick

And in the booty, he buries his motherfuckin' bone

And if there's any left over, he'll roll over and take a doggy bag home

[Daz Dillinger (Snoop Dogg):]

Damn, that Tanqueray is talkin' to a nigga

(I ain't bullshittin', one of y'all niggas gotta get it)

Man, I got to piss

(Breath test?)

☆☆☆☆☆

"Gin And Juice"

[Daz Dillinger (Snoop Dogg):]

(Ugh) Ha-ha-ha, I'm serious, nigga

One of y'all niggas got some bad motherfuckin' breath

(Oh, man) Aye, baby, aye, baby, (shit) aye, baby

Get some bubblegum in this motherfucker or somethin'

Aye, nigga, get somethin' to eat, dog

Aye, nigga, study long, study wrong, nigga

[Snoop Dogg:]

With so much drama in the L-B-C

It's kind of hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G

But I, somehow, some way

Keep comin' up with funky-ass shit, like, every single day

May I kick a little something for the G's

And make a few ends as I breeze through?

Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'

'Cause my momma ain't home

I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on

And they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin'

So what you wanna do?

Shit, I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too

So turn off the lights and close the doors

But (But what?) we don't love them hoes, yeah

So we gon' smoke an ounce to this

G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this

[Daz Dillinger, Lil David Ruffin & Snoop Dogg:]

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo

Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back

With my mind on my money

And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo

Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back

With my mind on my money

And my money on my mind

[Snoop Dogg:]

Now that I got me some Seagram's gin

Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in

Now this type of shit happens all the time

You got to get yours but, fool, I gotta get mine

Everything is fine when you're listening to the D-O-G

I got the cultivating music that be captivating he

Who listens to the words that I speak

As I take me a drink to the middle of the street

And get to mackin' to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)

She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch)

80 degrees, when I tell that bitch please

Raise up off these N-U-Ts, 'cause you gets none of these

At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound

Feel the breeze beyotch, I'm just...

[Snoop Dogg (Daz Dillinger):]

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo

Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back

(With my mind on my money)

(And my money on my mind)

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo

Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back

(With my mind on my money)

(And my money on my mind)

[Snoop Dogg:]

Later on that day, my homie Dr. Dre

Came through with a gang of Tanqueray

And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic

That made me choke; shit, this ain't no joke

I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down

Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, I'm fucked up now

But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'

Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton

To serve me; not with a cherry on top

'Cause when I bust my nut I'm raising up off the cot

Don't get upset, girl, that's just how it goes

I don't love you, hoes, I'm out the door, and I'll be...

[Snoop Dogg (Daz Dillinger):]

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo

Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back

(With my mind on my money)

(And my money on my mind)

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo

Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back

(With my mind on my money)

(And my money on my mind)

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo

Sippin' on gin and juice, beyotch

(With my mind on my money)

(And my money on my mind)

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo

Sippin' on gin and juice, beyotch

(With my mind on my money)

(And my money on my mind)

☆☆☆☆☆

"W Balls"

(feat. Nanci Fletcher & Ricky Harris)

[Ricky Harris:]

That was the Dogg Pound here right on W Balls

187.4 on your FM dial

You're tuned in to the biggest balls of them all: DJ Saul T. Nuts

Aye, don't forget about my homeboy EZ Dicc and the Jackoff Hour

That's happening at twelve o'clock tonight

Right now we got some new Snoop Doggy Dogg for that ass

This one is called "Tha Shiznit"

You're about to go downtown bitch

Right here on the station that plays only platinum hits

That's 187.4 on your FM dial

If you're licking, that's W Balls

[The Queen of Funk:]

Everybody's got to hear the shit, on W Balls, W Balls, W Balls

☆☆☆☆☆

"Tha Shiznit"

Poppin', stoppin', hoppin' like a rabbit

When I take the Nina Ross, ya know I gots to have it

I lay back in the cut, retain myself

Think about the shit, and I'm thinkin' wealth

How can I makes my grip

And how should I make that nigga straight slip

Set trip, gotta get him for his grip

As I dip around the corner, now I'm on another

Mission, wishin', upon a star

Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar

In the back of the limo, no demo, this is the real

Breakin' niggas down like Evander Holyfield, chill

'Til the next episode

I make money, and I really don't love hoes

Tell you the truth, I swoop in the Coupe

I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops

But now I make hits every single day

With that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre

So lay back in the cut motherfucker 'fore you get shot

It's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin' cop

Boy it's gettin' hot, yes indeed it is

Snoop Dogg is on the mic, I'm 'bout as crazy as Biz

Markie, spark the chronic bud real quick

And let me get into some fly gangsta shit

Yeah, I lay back, stay back in the cut

Niggas try to play the D-O-G like a mutt

I got a little message, don't try to see Snoop

I'm finna fuck a bitch, what's her name? It's Luke

You tried to see me on the TV, you'se a B.G

D-O-double-G, yes I'm a O.G

You can't see my homie Dr. Dre

So what the fuck a nigga like you gotta say?

Gotta take a trip to the MIA

And serve your ass with a motherfuckin' AK

You can't see the D-O-double-G, 'cause that be me

I'm servin' 'em, swervin' in the Coupe

The Lexus flexes from Long Beach to Texas

Sexist hoes, they wanna get with this

'Cause Snoop Dogg is the shit, biatch!

Ah, I'm somewhat brain boggled

So I look to the microphone and slowly start to wobble

Grab it, habit, stick it to the plug

It's Snoop Doggy, I got a got a fat dub

Sack of the chronic in my back pocket loc

Need myself a lighter so I can take a smoke

I toke everyday, I loc everyday

With the P-O-U-N-D and my nigga Dr. Dre

Lay back in the cut like I told your ass

Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast

I got a little cousin by the name of Daz

And bitches who fuck him gimme the ass

'Cause they know about the shit that we be goin' through

And they know about the shit that I be puttin' up

And they be knowin' bout the shit I do when I'm on the mic

'Cause Snoop Dogg is Trump tight like a virgin, the surgeon

Is Dr. Drizzay, so lizzay, and plizzay

With D-O-double-Gizzay the fly human being seein'

No, I'm not European bein' all I can

When I put the motherfuckin' mic in my hand, and

You don't understand what I'm kickin'

'Cause Snoop is on the mic and I gets wicked, follow me

Listen to me, 'cause I do you like you wanna be done

Snoop Doggy Dogg on this three two one, um

Dum, diddy-dum here I come

With the gat, and the guitar will strum, I'm

Not that lunatic nigga who you thought I was

When I caught you slippin', I'ma catch you then I'll peel your cap

Snap back, relax

Ya bet' not be slippin' with them Ds on that '83 Cadillac

So we gon' smoke an ounce to this

G'z up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this

☆☆☆☆☆

"Lodi Dodi Intro"

Domino motherfucker what's happening?

Ah nigga eat a dick nigga, don't break my mamma's nice ass table nigga

Yeah fuck that, fuck what they talking 'bout nigga

Rack them motherfucking dominoes up nigga

Fuck that nigga, just look, look out for the table nigga

Fuck that

Aiyyo where's Snoop Dogg?

I don't know them niggas went upstairs with that big booty bitch man

Ah no he ain't busting no nuts on my mamma's spread

That nigga up there getting his socks blown the fuck off

Getting his ass chewed out

Better ask somebody

Balls licked up and down

Hell yeah

Aiyyo whassup with them niggas that was on the TV dissing you?

Man fuck them niggas, man I ain't thinking about that old shit, man

Busta ass, HIV pussy-ass motherfuckers

Yo yo yo Daz, easy come, easy

☆☆☆☆☆

"Lodi Dodi"

[Snoop Dogg:]

Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick

For those who don't like it, eat a dick

But for those who with me, sing that shit

As it go a little something like this

Lodi Dodi, we likes to party

We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody

We're just some niggas who're on the mic

And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic (right)

For all my Doggs keepin' y'all in health

Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself

'Cause it's cool when you cause the cozy condition in

Which we create, cause that's our mission

So listen close, to what we say

Because this types of shit happens every day

I woke up around 10 o'clock in the morning

I gave myself a stretch, up, a morning yawn, and

Went to the bathroom to wash up

I threw some soap on my face and put my hands up on a cup

And said "Um, mirror mirror, on, the wall

Who is the top dog of them all?"

There was a ruffle duffle, five minutes it lasted

The mirror said, "You are, you conceited bastard!"

Well that's true! That's why we never have no beef

So I slipped off my khakis and my gold leaf

Used Oil of Olay 'cause my skin gets pale

And then I got the file for my fingernails

I'm true to the style on my behalf

I put some bubbles in the tub so I can take a bubble bath

Clean, dry, was my body and hair

I threw on my brand new doggy underwear

For all the bitches I might take home

I got the Johnson's Baby Powder and Cool Water cologne

Now I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks

Threw on my white socks, with my all-blue Chucks

Stepped out the house, stopped short, "oh no"

I went back in, "I forgot my Indo!"

Then I dilly (dally) I ran through a (alley)

I bumped into this smoker named (Sally) from the (Valley)

This was a girl playing hard to get

So I said "What's wrong?" 'cause she looked upset

She said, um:

[Nancy Fletcher:]

It's all because of you, I'm feeling sad and blue

You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days

I love you so, how much you'll never know

'Cause you took your dope away from me

[Snoop Dogg:]

Damn, now what was I to do?

She's crying over me and she was feelin blue

I said, "Um, don't cry, dry your eye

And here comes your mother with those two little guys"

Her mean mother steps then says to me "Hi!"

Decked Sally in the face and punched her in the eye

Punched her in the belly and stepped on her feet

Slammed the child on the hard concrete

The bitch was strong, the kids was gone

Something was wrong I said, "What was goin on?"

I tried to break it up, I said, "Stop it, just leave her!"

She said, "If I can't smoke none, she can't either!"

She grabbed me closely by my socks

And so I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks

But um, they gave chase, they caught up quick

They started crying on my shoes and grabbin' my dick

And saying "Why don't you give me a play

So we can break it down the Long Beach way

And if you give me that okay

I'll give you all my love today

Doggy, Doggy, Doggy, can't you see?

Somehow your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your jazzy ways

Doggy Dogg, your love is here to stay"

And on and on and on she kept goin'

The bitch been around before my mother's born!

I said "Cheer up!" and I gave her a hit

I said, "You can't have me, I'm too young for you bitch!"

She said, "No you're not!" then she starts cryin'

I says I'm 19, she says, "Stop lying!"

I says, "I am, go ask my mother

And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover"

Yeah, uh, tick-tock ya don't stop

And to the, uh, tick-tock n'ya don't quit

Yeah, n'ya tick-tock ya don't stop

And to the, uh, tick-tock n'ya don't quit

Biatch!

☆☆☆☆☆

"Murder Was The Case (DeathAfterVisualizingEternity)"

Aye, aye, JC

'Sup Enron

Ain't that Snoop Dogg over there?

That nigga with that blue coat on?

Yeah

Yeah, oh yeah, that's that nigga

Nigga roll up on the side of him, man

Roll your window down

Man, hand me my motherfucking Glock man, give me another clip

'Cause I'm gonna smoke this fool

Yeah roll the windows down

Yeah, okay there you go

Aye man, you Snoop Dogg?

Snoop, Snoop Doggy Dogg?

Man he's Snoop Dogg

Man fuck that nigga

Nigga man

Get that nigga man

Man get up fool man, get up man, don't be trying to run man

Get up on that fool man, I don't give a fuck

What set you got now?

Fuck you nigga

Yeah nigga, what's up?

Nigga

Yeah motherfucker

Yeah nigga, one less nigga

Yeah nigga, you's a dead motherfucker now

As I look up at the sky

My mind starts tripping, a tear drops my eye

My body temperature falls

I'm shaking and they break in tryna save the Dogg

Pumping on my chest and I'm screaming

I stop breathing, damn, I see demons

Dear God, I wonder can you save me

I can't die, my boo boo's 'bout to have my baby

I think it's too late for praying, hold up

A voice spoke to me and it slowly started saying

(Bring your lifestyle to me, I'll make it better)

How long will I live? (Eternal life and forever)

And will I be the G that I was?

(I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of

So relax your soul, let me take control

Close your eyes my son) my eyes are closed

Murder

Murder was the case that they gave me

Murder

Murder was the case that they gave me

I'm fresh up out my coma

I got my Momma and my Daddy and my homies in my corner

It's gonna take a miracle they say

For me to walk again and talk again but anyway

I get fronted some keys to get back on my feet

And everything that nigga said came to reality

Living like a baller loc

Having money and blowing hella chronic smoke

I bought my Momma a Benz, and bought my boo boo a Jag

And now I'm rolling in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad

(Just remember who changed your mind

'Cause when you start set-tripping, that ass is mine)

Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed

Never have a want, never have a need

They say I'm greedy but I still want mo'

'Cause my eyes wanna journey some mo', really doe (check it out)

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord, my soul to keep

If I should die, before I wake

I pray the Lord, my soul to take

No more indo, gin and juice

I'm on my way to Chino, rolling on the grey goose

Shackled from head to toe

Twenty-five with an izz-el, with nowhere to gizzo, I know

Them niggas from the other side recognize my face

'Cause it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C

Mad dogging niggas 'cause I don't care

Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair

Niggas stare as I enter the center

They send me to a level three yard, that's where I stay

Late night I hear toothbrushes scraping on the floor

Niggas getting they shanks, just in case the war, pops off

'Cause you can't tell what's next

My little homie Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck

And he probably won't make it to see twenty-two

I put that on my Momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo

Murder

Murder was the case that they gave me

Murder

Murder was the case that they gave me

☆☆☆☆☆

"Serial Killa"

(feat. Kurupt, Daz, RBX)

[Cutty Ranks:]

Six million ways to die, choose one

[Kurupt:]

It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed

Up or down, right or left, life or death

I see myself in a mist of smoke

Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke

We hit a five dollar stick, now we putting in work

Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggas

Anybody killer, you know what the deal is

Nigga, you know what the real is

[Daz:]

I see some off brand niggas on the corner flagging me down

Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound?

Is that nigga Snoop alright? Ayo what's up with the crew?

Is them niggas in jail, or are them niggas through?"

I said, "If you ain't up on thangs

Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game"

It's like this, they don't understand

It's an everyday thang to gang-bang

Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggas know

What's up with you? I represent the Pound and Death Row

And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach

And Compton and Watts see D-O-Gs

Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't

See long to the G of the gang

One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest

(Pump pump!) Put two slugs dead in your chest

Now you dead then a motherfucker creeping and sleeping

6-feet deep in, fucking with the Pound is

[The D.O.C.:]

Suicide, it's a suicide

[Snoop Dogg:]

The cloud becomes black and the sky becomes blue

Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew

Ain't no clue on why the fuck we do what we do

Leave you in a state of paranoia, ooh

Don't make a move for your gat so soon

'Cause I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga)

Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you

I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you (I won't leave you)

I won't leave you until you get the full comprehension

And when you do, that's when the mission

Or survival becomes your every thought

Keep your eyes open 'cause you don't wanna be caught

Half stepping with your weapon on safety

Now break yourself motherfucker 'fore you make me

Take this 211 to another level

I come up with your ends, you go down with the Devil

Now roam through the depths of Hell

Where the rest your busta-ass homeboys dwell, well

[The D.O.C. (Snoop Dogg):]

Suicide, it's a suicide

(Now tell me, what's my motherfucking name?)

Serial killa!

(Wake up in the morning, eat your Lucky Charms cereal)

[RBX:]

Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta

Now picture this

Let's picnic inside a morgue

Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets!

And I got the machine to crack your fucking chest plates

Open and release them guts

Then I release def cuts

Brutal, jagged edged, totally rough-neck!

Now everybody scream, 'nough respect to the X

'Nough respect given

Disrespect and you will not be living

Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma

[The D.O.C. (RBX) {Snoop Dogg}:]

Suicide, it's a suicide

(Now tell me, what's my motherfucking name?)

Serial killa!

(Wake up in the morning eat your Lucky Charms cereal)

☆☆☆☆☆

"Who Am I (What's My Name)?"

Eee-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah The Dogg Pound's in the house (The bomb)

Eee-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah The Dogg Pound's in the house

Snoop Doggy, Dogg (The bomb)

Snoop Doggy, Dogg (Dog)

From the depths of the sea, back to the block

Snoop Doggy Dogg, funky as the, the, The D.O.C

Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same

Long Beach is the spot where I serve my 'caine

Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don't lose your grip

Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to fuck up shit

So I ain't holding nuttin' back

And motherfucker, I got five on that twenty sack

It's like that and as a matter of fact (Rat-tat-tat-tat)

'Cause I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back

Yeah, so peep out the manuscript

You see that it's a must we drop gangsta shit

What's my motherfuckin' name?

Snoop Doggy Dogg (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Snoop Doggy Dogg (The bomb)

Da-da-da-da-dah

Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dah (Dog)

It's the bow to the wow, creeping and crawling

Yiggy yes-y'allin', Snoop Doggy Dogg in

The motherfuckin' house like everyday

Droppin' shit with my nigga Mr. Dr. Dre

Like I said, niggas can't FUCK with this

And niggas can't FUCK with that

Shit that I drop 'cause ya know it don't stop

Mr. One Eight Seven on a motherfuckin' cop

Tic toc never the Glock just some nuts and a cock

Robbin' motherfuckers then I kill them blood clots

Then I step through the fog and I creep through the smog

'Cause I'm Snoop Doggy (Who?) Doggy (What?) Doggy Dogg

Snoop Doggy Dogg

Snoop Doggy Dogg (The bomb)

Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay

Bow wow wow yippie-yo (The bomb)

Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay

Bow wow wow yippie yo yo yo yo (Dog)

Now just throw your hands in the motherfuckin' air

And wave the motherfuckers like ya just don't care (Dog)

Yeah roll up the dank, and pour the drank

And watch your step (Why?) 'cause Doggy's on the gank

My bank roll's on swoll

My shit's on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll

With the Dogg Pound right behind me

And up in yo bitch, is where ya might find me

Laying that, playing that G Thang

She want the nigga with the biggest nuts, and guess what?

He is I, and I am him, slim with the tilted brim

What's my motherfuckin' name?

Snoop Doggy Dogg (The bomb)

Snoop Doggy Dogg

Snoop Doggy Dogg (The bomb)

Snoop Doggy Dogg (Dog)

Da-da-da-da-dah

Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dah (The bomb)

Da-da-da-da-dah

Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dah (Dog, the bomb)

Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg

(Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie yay

Bow wow wow yippie-yo (The bomb)

Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie yay

Bow wow wow yippie yo (The bomb))

What is, his name? (Dog) Snoop Dogg, and the Dogg Pound (Dog) (The bomb)

Oh, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg (The bomb)

Yeah yeah (Dog) I know his name

C'mon Snoopy, c'mon Snoopy (The bomb)

And the Dogg Pound

Snoopy Dogg (The bomb) Snoopy Dogg

Snoopy Dogg (Dog)

(Dog, nasty dog, doggy dog)

☆☆☆☆☆

"For All My Niggaz & Bitches"

(feat. Kurupt, Daz, Rage)

[Kurupt:]

Well, it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga

See these other fools, but you can't see me, nigga

Who am I? (It's Kurupt, motherfucker!)

Do or die (We gives a fuck, motherfucker!)

So slow yo' roll, I'm In Control like Janet

The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet

Take it for granted, if ya wanna

'Cause I'm gonna grab my strap then clear the corner, bitch!!

[Dat Nigga Daz & Lil' Malik:]

To all my bitches and my niggas, and my niggas and my bitches

Wave yo' motherfuckin' hands in the air

And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit

Wave yo' motherfuckin' fingers in the air

To all my niggas and my bitches, and my bitches and my niggas

Wave yo' motherfuckin' hands in the air

And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck

Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air

[Dat Nigga Daz:]

Now, on a one (one), two (two), three (three), who could it be?

Comin' wit' a grip of gangsta shit for '93

So '94's arrived, nigga, back on up

And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up

Now, can't nobody see me here or there

Wherever I bails, I put it down all around, 'cause ain't shit for sale

In the Coupe wit' the beat, flossin' off gold D's

And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean

And it don't take much, for Tha Dogg Pound to bust a cap

In yo' ass, for gettin' us all fucked up

Now check it, it's a callin' for niggas like Doggs

Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin' like hoes

(Yes, y'all) other Doggs, (Yes, y'all) Yiggy y'all

Stay full of that gin and juice, and have a ball

[Kurupt:]

I packs a strap like that, I kicks it like this

Now, how many bitches must get dicked?

Befo' they say, "Oh, that is that nigga from back in the day

I never, ever thought I'd see him bustin' with Dr. Dre"

'Cause I grips mics, I rips mics in half

Hoes be comin' to my flat so I can tap that ass

[Dat Nigga Daz & Lil' Malik:]

To all my bitches and my niggas, and my niggas and my bitches

Wave yo' motherfuckin' hands in the air

And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit

Wave yo' motherfuckin' fingers in the air

To all my niggas and my bitches, and my bitches and my niggas

Wave yo' motherfuckin' hands in the air

And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck

Keep yo' motherfuckin' hands in the air

[Kurupt (Dat Nigga Daz):]

You're headed my way, nigga, you best to hit a U-turn quick

So what's happenin'? I'm cappin' shit up like a Western flick

The kingpin of the clique, top notch

17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop!

The run of the mill, fool get broke off for tryin' to serve the best

Kurupt's era, peep the terror, 'cause it's a murder fest!

I smoke chronic every day, so what have we?

Another motherfucker gettin' served like some cavi

Now who, drops (ruff rhymes), I got the Juice like 2Pac

(Plus I'm..) rollin' wit' two Glocks

Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt

Hellraisin' like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin' shit the fuck up!

Slow yo' roll, like your legs was broken

Who's jokin'? Rakim never joked, so why should I, loc?

And that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe

Runnin' 'em like Flo Jo, Stranded on Death Row

Mediocre motherfuckers die 'cause I'm servin'

And they can't fuck wit' or see me, I'm mass-murderous

(Smokin' indo, look out my window I suppose) Yeah

(Niggas don't understand how we kicks different flows

I'm raw like news footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich

(Bring yo' whole set and get yo' hood lynched)

(Drop to yo' knees like a dog in heat)

Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techniques

[Dat Nigga Daz & Lil' Malik:]

To all my bitches and my niggas, and my niggas and my bitches

Wave yo' motherfuckin' hands in the air

And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit

Keep yo' motherfuckin' fingers in the air

To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas

Wave yo' motherfuckin' hands in the air

And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck

Keep yo' motherfuckin' fingers in the air

[Lady of Rage:]

Check it out, it's Rage! Ready for the breakdown, take down

When it comes to the mic, I'm puttin' my weight down

And that's 175 pounds of beef

Beatin' yo' ass down to the concrete

Fool, act like ya know

I'm Stranded on Death Row wit' nowhere to go

So, what's a girl to do?

Take out a crew or two, a few, what you wanna do?

[Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound:]

Throw yo' guns in the motherfucking air, we don't care

(Niggas don't give a fuck, nigga!)

About nothin' at all, just my Doggs and clocking the grip', bitch!

(Niggas don't give a fuck, nigga!)

That's why I can kick it so tuff, 'cause when times get ruff, my

(Niggas don't give a fuck, nigga!)

The clique that I'm wit' don't give a shit, ya know why?

(Real niggas don't give a fuck!)

[Dat Nigga Daz:]

Now all the bitches, and the niggas

Wave yo' motherfuckin' hands in the air

To all my niggas, and my bitches

Wave yo'our motherfucking hands in the air

To all my niggas, and my bitches

Wave yo' motherfuckin' hands in the air

And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck

Keep yo' motherfuckin' fingers in the air

☆☆☆☆☆

"Ain't No Fun (If The Homies Can't Have None)"

(feat. Nate Dogg, Kurupt, Warren G)

[Ricky Harris:]

You're back now at the jack-off hour

This is DJ EZ Dicc

On WBALLZ

Right now, something new by Snoop Doggy Dogg

And this one goes out to the ladies from all the guys

A big bow-wow-wow

'Cause we gonna make it a little misty here tonight

This is DJ EZ Dicc

On the station that slaps you across your fat ass with a fat dick

[Nate Dogg:]

When I met you last night, baby

Before you opened up your gap

I had respect for you, lady

But now, I take it all back

'Cause you gave me all your pussy

And you even licked my balls

Leave your number on the cabinet

And I promise, baby, I'll give you a call

Next time I'm feelin' kinda horny

You can come on over

And I'll break you off

And if you can't fuck that day, baby

Just lay back and open your mouth

'Cause I have never met a girl

That I love in the whole wide world

[Kurupt:]

Well, if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch, I'd always be broke

I'd never have no motherfuckin' Indo to smoke

I gets loc'ed and loony, bitch, you can't do me

Do we look like BBD, you hoochie groupie?

I have no love for hoes

That's somethin' that I learned in Tha Pound

So how the fuck am I supposed to pay this hoe just to lay this hoe?

I know the pussy's mines, I'ma fuck a couple mo' times

And then I'm through wit' it, there's nothin' else to do wit' it

Pass it to the homie, now you hit it

'Cause she ain't nothin' but a bitch to me

And y'all know, that bitches ain't shit to me

I gives a fuck! Why don't y'all pay attention?

Approach her with a different proposition

I'm Kurupt, ho, you'll never be my only one, trick-ass bitch!

[Nate Dogg:]

It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none

[Snoop Dogg:]

Guess who's back in the motherfuckin' house?!

With a fat dick for your motherfuckin' mouth!

Hoes recognize, niggas do too

'Cause when bitches get scandalous and pull a voodoo

What you gon' do? You really don't know

So I'd advise you not to trust that ho

Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch

Knowin' damn well I'm too caught up wit' my grip

Now, as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger

How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga named Snoop Doggy?

I'm all the above

I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up wit' you hoes

But see, it ain't no fun

If my homies can't get a taste of it

'Cause you know I don't love it

[Warren G:]

Woo! Hey! Now you know

Inhale, exhale with my flow

One for the money, two for the bitches

Three to get ready, and fo' to hit the switches

In my Chevy — '64 red, to be exact

With bitches on my side, and bitches on my back

So back up, bitch, because I'm strugglin'

Just get on your knees, and then start jugglin'

These motherfuckin' nuts in your mouth

It's me, Warren G, the nigga wit' the clout

[Nate Dogg:]

It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none

☆☆☆☆☆

"Chronic Break"

Can we get a motherfucking moment of silence

For this small chronic break?

A-hah, yeah, niggas be brown-nosing these hoes and shit

Takin' bitches out to eat, and spendin' money on these hoes. You know what I'm saying?

I treat a bitch like 7-Up, I never have, I never will

I tell a bitch like this

"Bitch, you without me is like Harold Melvin without the Bluenotes;

You'll never go 'Platinum'"

Hey Daz, give me a light, nigga

☆☆☆☆☆

"Doggy Dogg World"

(feat. Kurupt, Daz and The Dramatics)

[Snoop Dogg:]

Can we get a motherfuckin' moment of silence

For the small chronic break?

A-hah, niggas be brown-nosin' these hoes and shit

Takin' bitches out to eat, and spendin' money on these hoes

Know what I'm sayin'?

I treat a bitch like 7-Up — I never have, I never will

I tell a bitch like this:

"Bitch, you without me is like Harold Melvin without Blue Notes

You'll never go platinum!"

Hey Daz, give me a light, nigga

[Taa Dow:]

We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West

I own this motherfucker, and my name is Taa-Dow

Y'all niggas know who I am, y'all niggas tearin' up shit

But we got somethin' old, and somethin' new for y'all tonight

Put yo' hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg

The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics

[Snoop Dogg:]

It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go

I'm hearin' motherfuckers tryin' to steal my flow

But it ain't no thang, 'cause, see, my nigga Coolio

Put me up on the game when I stepped through the do'

You know, some of these niggas is so deceptive

Usin' my styles like a contraceptive

I hope you get burnt, seems you haven't learnt

It's the knick-knack, paddywhack, I still got the biggest sack

So put your gun away, run away, 'cause I'm back (Why?)

Hit 'em up, get 'em up, spit 'em up

Now, tell me, what's going on?

It make me wanna holler, 'cause my dollars come in O-zones

Known for the break up, so take off your clothes

And quit tryin' to spit at my motherfuckin' hoes

Speakin' of hoes, I'll get to the point

You think you got the bomb 'cause I rolled you a joint?

You'se a flea! And I'm the Big Dogg

I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin' paws

Y'alls niggas better recognize (Uh-huh)

And see where I'm comin' from — it's still Eastside 'til I die

Why ask why?

As the world keeps spinnin' to the D-O-double G, Y

[The Dramatics & Nancy Fletcher:]

It's a crazy, mixed-up world

It's a Doggy Dogg World

[Kurupt:]

Well, if you give me ten bitches, then I'll fuck all ten

See my homie Snoop Dogg sippin' juice and gin

Don't slip, I'm for the set-trip to get papers

Styles vary, packin' flavor like Lifesavers

Ain't that somethin'? Talk shit and I'm dumpin'

I had your whole fuckin' block bumpin'

Don't sweat, but check the technique, I'm unique like China

You'll never find a bomber rhymer than this nigga behind ya

So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm comin' through

One-two, three — you can't see me

I'm a G like that, strapped with hit-hard tactics

A fuckin' menace, usin' hoes like tennis rackets

It's on again, it's on and poppin'

All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin'

I wanna see some panties droppin'

I'm comin' from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton

(All I ever did was just use that ho

Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)

I'm dishin' out blues, I'm upsettin' like bad news

Cut off khakis, French braids, and house shoes

Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin' slugs

And I smoke weed for the fuck of it

Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanatory how I gets wicked

But it's mandatory that I kick it

Check it, I'm runnin' hoes in '94, now must I prove it

Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin' and movin'

Prepare for a war, it's on

I'm head huntin', hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn

Peep the massacre from a verbal assassin

Murderin' with rhymes packin' TEC-9s for some action

You really don't know, do you? You fuckin' with a hog

You can't do me, I'm goin' out looney like O-Dog

[The Dramatics & Nancy Fletcher:]

It's a crazy, mixed-up world

It's a Doggy Dogg World

[Dat Nigga Daz:]

Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (All night long)

Uh-huh, 'til when? ('Til the early morn')

It don't stop, and uh... it don't quit for the...

Tha Dogg Pound clique to drop the cavi dope shit

Diggity-Daz out of the motherfuckin' cut once mo'

So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow

I flip-flop and serve hoes with the fat dick

'Til I die, I'm still screamin' out ("Bitches ain't shit!")

Now, I'm the mack daddy, had he

Not known about the city where I'm from, dum-diddy-dum

As you groove to the gangster shit

The D-O-double G, the P-O-U-N-D, the gangster clique

Now as Tha Pound break it down with the gangster funk

I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want

So I blaze up the chronic so I can get high

I promise I'll smoke chronic 'til the day that I die

[The Dramatics & Nancy Fletcher:]

It's a Doggy Dogg World

☆☆☆☆☆

"You Betta Ask Somebody (Gz And Hustlas Intro)"

Good Morning boys and girls, I'm your substitute teacher

My name is Mr. Buckwort

The topic for today is, what you would like to be when you grow up

You, over there in the jean shirt

What you wanna be when you grow up?

"I wanna be a police officer"

Alright, that's a pretty good profession

You over there in that black shirt

What you wanna be when you grow up?

"I would like to be a fire man"

Alright, that's a pretty good profession too

Hey, you in the back with those French braids, what's yo name?

"My name is Snoop"

Hi, Snoop, what you wanna be when you grow up?

"I wanna be a motherfucking hustler, ya better ask somebody"

☆☆☆☆☆

"Gz And Hustlas"

This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas

This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz

This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas

This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz

Freeze, at ease, now let me drop some more of them keys

It's 1-9-9-tre so let me just play

It's Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic, I'm back with Dr. Dre

But this time I'mma hit yo' ass with a touch

To leave motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up

So sit back relax new jacks get smacked

It's Snoop Doggy Dogg I'm at the top of the stack

I don't lack for a second, and I'm still checkin'

The dopest motherfucker that ya hearin' on the record

It's me, ya see, S-N-double-O-P

D-O-double-G-Y, the D-O-double-G

I'm fly as a falcon, soarin' through the sky

And I'm high 'til I dizzie, rizzide

So check it, I get busy, I make your head dizzy

I blow up your mouth like I was Dizzy Gillespie

I'm crazy, you can't phase me

I'm the S oh yes, I'm fresh, I don't fuck with the stress

I'm all about the chronic, bionic ya see

Every single day, chillin' with the D-O-double-G's

P-O-U-N-D that's my clique, my crew

You fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up

I thought ya knew, but yet and still

Ya wanna get real, now it's time to peel, ya say chill

And feel, the motherfuckin' realism

Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic I'm hittin' hard as steel nigga

This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas

This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz

This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas

This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz

How many hoes in your motherfuckin group

Wanna take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, DeVille

Chill, as I take you on a trip

Where them niggas ride, and slide, you know about the East Side

Niggas like myself, here to show you where it's at

With my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back

Papers I stack daily, and Death Row is still the label that pays me

But you know how that goes

We flow toe for toe, if you ain't on the Row

Fuck you and your ho, really doe, so check it

It's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip

Still clockin' grip, and don't really give a shit

About nuttin' at all, just my Doggs, steppin' through the fog

And I'm still gonna fade 'em all

With the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin'

How many hoes in ninety-four will I be bangin'?

Every single one, to get the job done

As I dip, skip, flip, right back to two one

Where the sun be shinin' and I be rhymin'

It's me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and I'm climbin'

This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas

This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz

This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas

This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz

I come creepin' through the fog with my saggin' deuce

East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeVille

I'm rollin' with the G Funk, bumpin' in my shit and it don't quit

So drop it on the one motherfucker put together that set

A nigga with a grip of that gangsta shit

With the Eastside hoes on my motherfuckin' dick

And the Compton niggas all about to set trip

Swing it back, bring it back, just like this

And if you with my shit, then blaze up another spliff

And keep the motherfuckin' blunt in your pocket, loc

'Cause Doggy Dogg is all about the zig zag smoke

See it's a West coast thing, where I'm from

And if you want some, get some, bad enough, take some

But watch the gun by my side

Because it represents me and the motherfuckin' East Side

So bow down to the bow wow, 'cause bow wow

Yippie yo, you can't see my flow

My shit is dope, original, now you know

And can't no hood fuck with Death Rizzow

This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas

This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz

This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas

This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz

☆☆☆☆☆

"U Betta Recognize (Pump Pump Intro)"

(feat. Sam Sneed)

Oh shit is, is that Snoop over there? Oh shit

Fuck that nigga bitch. My name is Sam Sneed you betta recognize

Aiyyo, aiy, I'm sorry, I just love that nigga he is so fine

Man fuck that nigga

His music is so fucking dope

Hey look Sam man, I gotta go pee I'll be right back aight

Yeah aight

Yeah yeah I'm just sliding you know

Get this Henny tap in my vein

Yo Snoop whassup Snoop?

Ay, hold up, yo

Hey, how you doing?

Whas happening?

Yo Snoop you know I just love your shit you are just so fine to me

Aiyyo bitch, bring your black ass back over

What the fuck's wrong with you?

Yo whas happening is that your nigga or something?

Look check this shit out that nigga he don't run me OK?

I'm talking to you that's all

Yeah whassup nigga? What the fuck's wrong with you?

Yo nigga whas happening fool?

You know the name of the game, your bitch chose me

Nigga we can handle this like some gentlemen

Or we can get into some gangsta shit

So whassup nigga?

Have it your motherfucking way

Well whassup?

That's whassup nigga

☆☆☆☆☆

"Gz Up, Hoes Down"

(feat. Hug)

[Snoop Dogg:]

Yeah, what's happening?

This one is dedicated to my niggas

All my niggas out there, G's up, hoes down

Ladies and gents, playas and pimps listen

Snoop Doggy Dogg on the mic, pay attention

One, two, oh what shall I do?

I'm slipping on my khaki suit (Which one?)

The blue one, gun by my side as I mob to the beach

On a mission and I'm fishing for my DJ Warren G

Now as I look for the bud sack

And see where my loves at on the lake where the doves at

Cognac is the drink that's drank by G's

Sagging like a mothafucka, khakis to they knees

Bitch please, you know how we do the undercover

I'm Snoop Doggy Dogg, not your average motherfucka, see

Some of you don't know about the G thang, baby

It's the smooth gangsta shit that be driving ya crazy

Now as ya groove to the beat and ya move to the sound

I'mma hit ya up with the Pound, G's up, hoes down

[Hug:]

Will all the real Gs, please stand up

And let all be accounted for

And if you don't give a fuck about a bitch

Then you're rolling with the Row

[Snoop Dogg (Hug):]

Back with the one, two, three, and to the fo'

It's the S-N, O and to the O, P

(Why am I so fly?) I don't know, but

(Why am I so high?) It's the Indo

[Snoop Dogg:]

I don't fuck with the pocus, everybody knows this

Fucking with The Chronic cause The Chronic gives me dopeness

Now focus your eyes on these, follow me

As I take ya rolling with the real OGs

East Side is the motherfuckin' place, known as home

Doggy Dogg with my bone in my hand, twenty grand and

Some of you don't know about the G thang, baby

It's the smooth gangsta shit that be driving ya crazy

Now as ya groove to the beat and ya move to the sound

I'mma hit ya up with the Pound, G's up, hoes down

[Hug:]

Will all the real G's, please stand up

And let all be accounted for

And if you don't give a fuck about a bitch

Then you're rolling with the Row

[Snoop Dogg:]

Hell yeah, you know what I'm saying?

This is stricly for the G's, you know I'm saying? Fuck that, bitch

Niggas always handcuffing that ho

When a nigga like me steps in the place

I don't want that ho, I don't love that ho

I'm caught up with my greens

Collard greens, Indo and the cash flow

You know what I'm saying? Peace, G's up, hoes down

☆☆☆☆☆

"Pump Pump"

(feat. Malik (Lil Hershey Loc))

[Sam Sneed:]

Oh shit, is, is that Snoop over there? Oh shit

(Fuck that nigga, bitch, my name is Sam Sneed, you better recognize)

Ayo, uh, I'm sorry, I just love that nigga

He is so fine, his music is so fucking dope (man, fuck that nigga)

Ay, look Samuel, I gotta go pee, I'll be right back alright? (Yeah, aight)

Oh shit

Yo Snoop, what's up Snoop? (Yo, hold on)

Hey, how you doing? (Yo, what's happening?)

Yo, Snoop, you know, I just love your shit

You are just so fine, and you- (ayo bitch)

(Bring your black ass back over, what the fuck's wrong with you?)

(Yo, what's happening? Is that your nigga or something?) Ay

Look check this shit out, that nigga, he don't run me, okay?

I'm talking to you, let's- (yeah, what's up nigga?)

(What the fuck's wrong with you?) Man

Yo, nigga, what's happening fool?

You know the name of the game, yo' bitch chose me

Nigga, we can handle this like some gentleman or we can get into some gangsta shit

(Well what's up nigga?) Have it your motherfucking way

(Well what' up?)

That's what's up, nigga

[Snoop Dogg:]

Pump pump, pump pump, pump pump, pump pump

Pump pump

Let the motion of your body be the key 'cause we

Be the motherfucking G Funk family

Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game

Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the gang

If it ain't one thing, it's a motherfuckin' 'nother

Word to my granny and my daddy and my mother

Whether standing on the corner or bouncing in the six-deuce

When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get loose

'Cause 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 niggas see the Doggy Dogg

'Cause I'm one rude bwoy coming with the wickedness

So shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kicking this

Blam blam, blam to them all

Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump)

Blam blam, blam to them all

Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump)

Di, di di di da di da, di di di di da

Di di di di da (pump, pump)

Di di di da, di, di di di di da

Di, di di di da, di, di di di da (pump, pump)

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 (pump pump)

I come down with the wickedness

One rude bwoy coming with the dopeness (blam!)

Close your eyes 'cause you can't see me

I quit school 'cause of recess, you fucking B.G.

I'm shaking up the party, like Lodi Dodi

Is he the dopest? You better aks somebody

When, then, send some gin

And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin

In nineteen-motherfucking-ninety-three

I'm fucking up every nigga known in the industry

Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang

You know who I am you know my motherfucking name, who am I?

(The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Slim) 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

Blam blam, blam to them all

Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump)

Blam blam, blam to them all

Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump)

Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da, di di di da di da (Blam!)

Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da (Blam!) ba-da-bam! Ba-ba-ba-bam!

[Mr. 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 something for them niggas in the front and the rear

I handle the sides, did a drive-by 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 permission, motherfucker I'ma kick it

Niggas sweat my shit I wet 'em up with the biscuit

Lick 'em up shot, it don't stop, 'til them all drop

Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks

Just stop, ridin' on the next nigga's jock

I'm strapped with my Glock on your block

And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot

[Snoop Dogg & Mr. Malik:]

Blam blam, blam to them all

Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump)

[Snoop Dogg:]

Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da, di di di da di da da

Da di di da, da da da di di da da

Da di di da, da da da di di da-

Da di di da, da da da di di da da

Ba-da-bam! Calm down, the shows over...