| Let the motion of your body be the key, cuz we
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| be the motherfuckin G Funk family
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| Now, I’ll play the G in this deadly game
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| Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound’s the game
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| If it ain’t one thing it’s a motherfuckin nother
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| Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother
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| Whether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuce
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| When I was locked up, I couldn’t wait to get loose
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| Cuz back in the days, on the side where it’s at
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| A nigga had to have a fat stack
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| And I was a fool, don’t make me have to grab my strap and go
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| rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall
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| Can’t none of y’all niggaz see the Doggy Dogg
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| Cuz I’m one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness
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| So shut the fuck up, and listen while I’m kickin this
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| Blam blam, blam to dem all
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| Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump)
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| Now you can look to the Sun, and spot the moon
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| And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room
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| With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk
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| Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a nigga…
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| I come down with the wickedness
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| One rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!)
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| Close your eyes cuz you can’t see me
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| I quit school cause of recess you fuckin B.G.
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| I’m shakin up the party, like Lodi Dodi
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| Is he the dopest? |
| Ya betta ask somebody
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| When, then, send, some gin
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| And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin
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| In nineteen-motherfuckin-ninety-three
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| I’m fuckin up every nigga known in the indistry
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| Check this out, it’s a Dogg Pound thang
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| You know who I am you know my motherfuckin name, who am I?
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| (The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Smell) last name (D-O-double-G)
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| The behavior and the flavor that I found
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| Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound
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| Now just back up, don’t act up, I pack up much heat
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| Any battle I’m in, I win, I can’t be beat
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| Don’t sleep while I creep peep out my technique
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| I forgot, I’m out of sight so you can’t see the
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| MC of the year, you hear and you fear
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| i got somethin for them niggaz in the front and the rear
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| I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride
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| I’m satisfied now everything is really alright
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| You know when I come nigga I come wicked
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| Don’t need no permisison, motherfucker I’ma kick it
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| Niggaz sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuit
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| Lick em up shot, it don’t stop, till dem all drop
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| Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks
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| Just stop, rottin on the next niggaz jock
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| I’m strapped with my glock on your block
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| And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot |