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Hoes wanna pop E, hang with a Dogg

I told my man Snoop, she salmonella
Got a ho with no dough with condoms with her
I'm a ride to the death of Def Squad on my chest
Look at it, crook at it, rob you and jet

Surprise you and flex
Funk in the Cadillac truck with a chicken, bobbing her neck
You done woke up and ain't trying to sleep
You done called up Hugh Heffner to find the freaks

I'mma stay on the street
I'mma stay saying, "Fuck you" behind police
My mamma ain't raise no fool, she love me
That's why she hide my tool inside her room

I'm a jump, bump, throw that ass
Rough sex, I gotta fuck with shoulder pads
I'm like baby powder, ain't nann 'nother
Ain't nann ho getting Redman butter

And my man Gutter, DJ Murder Inc.
Ja know them hoes yo we can't love 'em
Underground the heat, yeah I stay buzzing
Mixtapes I'm on the street, they stay dubbing

Brick City riding, then 'bout it 'bout it
Shoot up you town then we Bin Ladin' hidin'
Meth, show 'em where the Luger kept
Open your safe, show me where the food and vest

I hope when Dre hear this, he give a beat for ten
'Cause I stay on the corner like squegeemen
Yo Nate Dogg, what's happening y'all
Long Beach, Brick City, scream at your frog

Everybody shaking, all these hoes around me
She was lost in the land of love, glad that Nate Dogg found me
Girl you got a phatty, New York back to Cali
You know who got the bomb weed, Long beach 2 Brick City

I know just want you want, I got just want you need
Just turn that shit around, and back it up on me
Since I was the first, I guess I'll be the last to leave
D O double G, won't you keep it gangsta please

I got to do it, yes yes loc, we keep the best smoke
Me and my nigga, my nerve, my kinfolk
I kick a bitch in the ass and then smoke
I'm a motherfucking fool in the pool doing the breast stroke

You want a problem, well, let's go
'Cause if not I came to disco
And freak this ho from Acapulco
And flip her inside out, now I'm 'bout to ride

Let's go we hit the hood slow
Post up, set up shop and press four
Who got the best flow, who got the most dough
Who got the best hoes, nigga you know

Shit it's been ten years since I hit some cess smoke
But I still rock a mean coat on the west coast
In the summertime and I crumble mine down to the dandelion
Nigga watch how I handle mine

Spiritual, hear we go, hear this
Snoop D O double G, man I'm so fearless
Square Biz, you know what time it is
I'm cool on these niggas but I'm hard on a bitch

Now check dis, fact is
Put your back out, now back in
Go ahead, wiggle it 'round you feeling me now
Girlfriend, you killing them now

The way you shake your booty
It makes me want your booty
The way you shake your booty
Sure looks good to me

The way you shake your booty
It makes me want your booty
The way you shake your booty
Sure looks good to me