| Nuthin' but a gangsta party
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| Nuthin' but a gangsta party
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| Got me up against the fence, back against the wall
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| Get to actin' like a fool if ain’t no justice for the Dogg
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| Got to take it out on all, y’all
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| Better read the papers, all my homies goin' crazy, baby
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| Only God could save us
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| Got my, mind on currency, hurry, see I ain’t worried
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| It’s a gangsta party so, Bad Boy gettin' buried
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| Snoop Dogg, why they fantasize
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| When we ride it’s a must adversaries die every time
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| Yes, yes, y’all, not $hort but Snoop Dogg
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| And you know it’s like that y’all
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| I’m so smooth about my paper check it just how it’s done
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| I’m servin' any on a platter Snoop Dogg Corleone
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| Corleone, now do you know what that mean?
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| A Teflon Don to this hip-hop game, super supreme
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| It’s like what happen can happen but will it stop
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| That won’t happen I’m feelin' good about the mission for jackin'
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| Ayo Pac, can you feel me?
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| Why these fools, tryin' to kill me?
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| It’s so hard to stay focused on my eyes and prize
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| But if I don’t, the Dogg won’t survive
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| We ballin' in my opinion, eternal was wild wheel spinnin'
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| Once implemented it’s represented for five minutes
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| Two of the livest wanted dead or alive
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| We riders, ban us cause we inquired and watch the G’s ride
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| Two of America’s most, straight out the West Coast
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| Bow down fool, this is Death Row
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| Been waitin' way too long, fresh out the pen, now it’s on
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| C’mon, Snoop Dogg, time to bone
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| Ain’t nothin' changed too down to hang I slang a bang with a rhyme
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| Me and the homey Pac trippin' Death Row on knobs
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| Gon survive by Eastside of DPG’z
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| Still creepin bump through the hood, always involved in the streets
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| (Westside)
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| Snoop Doggy Dogg homie, did you forget who I was
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| The big homie to you, there it is and there it was
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| Now take a look through the eyes of a G
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| And just ride to the rhythm of a gangsta beat
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| All my homies tellin' me
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| Ain’t no love for a real G
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| Straight cowards all you playa haters kill me
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| Throw up your hands if you feel me
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| We gettin' dollars, homie, holler if you hear me
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| It’s one time for my comrades doin' bad lockdown
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| Fresh out bust the top and bounce drop down
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| Can you visualize perfection
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| Cause every ryder in my set labelled a vet best in their profession
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| Don’t hold your breath, stick to Smith & Wesson
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| Steady study your lessons to keep the crowd guessin'
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| Straight gangsta, y’know
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| Money to be made, situations get deeper
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| Niggas always tryin' to creep
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| But I know what time it is
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| Gangstas, yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah, gangstas
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| Play or stay
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| Yeah, play or stay
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| Y’know? |
| Stay a gangsta
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| All my doggs, all my niggas on lockdown, Big Dogg
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| It’s for you nigga
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| We gonna ride this motherfucker til the wheels fall off
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| Yeah yeah
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| Play or stay
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| Yeah, play or stay
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| Yeah yeah, play or stay
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| Yeah yeah, Death Row!
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| Yeah yeah, my nigga 2Pac rest in peace
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| Dogg Pound
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| Dippin real hard y’knowhatI’msayin?
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| Yeah yeah, stay down
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| Gangstas gangstas
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| Foe life, Eastside!
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| Westside of the coast
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| Yeah, Eastside!
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| Mmmm, for all my soldiers
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| Yeah
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| Where ya at?
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| Yeah
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| Y’know? |
| Yeah
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| Stay down
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| For real
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| Y’know? |
| What it look like?
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| Mmm, what it feel like?
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| It ain’t easy, y’know? |
| Death Row |