| I falls off into a party in the N.Y.C | 
| Niggas lookin at me strange but they lovin my chain | 
| Bang bang, same thang, game came when I left em | 
| I do it by my lonely now I’m the Big Homie | 
| But I’m his Royal Slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is | 
| The one who expose cornball rappers with the quickness | 
| Uhh, who bum from and who balls you hung from | 
| Wouldn’t give a fuck what part of the country you come from | 
| I’m Snoop Dogg, I’m smooth and imperial | 
| I wake up every morning to my Lucky Charms cereal | 
| Times get drastic, yeah I’m a classic | 
| Dogg Pound Gangsta chokin off that Boombastic | 
| Now put my verse on the first one-beat the herds come | 
| So be careful cause my rap will make you eat your words son | 
| (Word to God) Scratch I? Who the hardest to match (I) | 
| Bright rewrite your still Garbage to Patch | 
| Haven’t you heard? I’m loose, shook the Feds like The Juice | 
| Snoop Dogg is a hundred-and-twenty-first proof | 
| Fool usea deuce-deuce of some Genuine, Draft | 
| I’m genuine, like Vinny’s whinin all about cash | 
| Cash, cash, so indeed I got the weed | 
| And keep the lighter for the hash, has it | 
| Ever been a time when you didn’t have a dime | 
| And the only way to get it was to go and do a crime? | 
| Chorus: Slick Rick (repeat 2X) | 
| Many underclothes hangin on the hoes | 
| Since (Snoop, Slick Rick) crushed anyone opposed | 
| Lot of ladies — pop Cristal, toast to all those | 
| Like (Kid Capri) helpin to Unify both coasts | 
| I’m shredding your temple, none, 'head of the emperor | 
| Washed up, gang member? Better remember | 
| I wipe my feet upon a rapper like a doormat | 
| I hit em -- where they sit around actin hardcore at | 
| Thank God for the guardians — in light of this | 
| Rappers always beg for me to show them who The Mighty is | 
| Gats gonna limp, snaps on a kid | 
| That always wanna start rappin (boy they’re not gonna win) | 
| And wanna dash at lethal or evil | 
| Could a King bring style and class to black people? | 
| Stick a whole log in and he buggin | 
| Cause I — represent self, with my man Snoop Dogg and them | 
| I drop a pile of semen on em | 
| Even in a Yugo I could take they woman from em | 
| I make the hardest chew the kewl of this | 
| Kid Capri, know the part of peasant, who The Ruler is? | 
| I’m twenty-six. still in the mix | 
| My hair gettin longer, my game gettin stronger | 
| A nigga been on one, I thank God | 
| Cause life in the city of stars is gettin hard | 
| And it’s odd, for a G to get a job | 
| So I’d rather steal and rob, and mob with my squad | 
| My homie used to bang, now we follow Farrakhan | 
| Used to read The Source | 
| Now all he read is the Holy Qu’ran | 
| Time brings change and change brings time | 
| Listen to me hit you with this gangbang rhyme | 
| Nigga, whattup, who up, YOU up! | 
| Doggy Dogg is on the mic | 
| I’m here to fuck it izzzup | 
| I give it to y’all, like you really got to have it | 
| Dogg Pound Gangstaz, boy this shit is gettin tragic | 
| But I’ma make me a grip and dip quick | 
| And fuck with my nigga Kid Capri on this G shit | 
| Dial tail and bail with my nigga Slick Rick-y | 
| And all you niggas talkin bullshit can just miss me | 
| Can’t twist me, you fuckin paper haters | 
| I’m dippin in my nine-eight gold Navigator | 
| I’m dippin like a lo-lo | 
| Bouncin, smokin ounces, fo' sho' doe |