Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buss'n Rocks, artist - Snoop Dogg. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Buss'n Rocks |
| Another smoke session up in this motherfucker |
| Blaze some shit up for me Q |
| Yea, wussup Dogg, this is whut I’m talkin bout |
| Some of that gangsta shit (Eastside) |
| Shuttin these niggas up (Shut em up shut em up dogg) |
| Westcoast nigga, Quik and Snoop Dogg (Forever) |
| 9−9 nigga |
| When I wake up in the morning and I get up out my bed |
| I feel good, o yes I do |
| Cause I still can give it up for you |
| Cause we’re all a little strong |
| In the Beach, where the paper’s long |
| But as for me |
| I only G when I’m buss’n rocks |
| Dogg Pound |
| Verse One: |
| Nigga, you know you gotta have heart |
| I told you niggas from the start |
| If I’m still in it, I’m in it for life |
| Always stay down and keep my motha fuckin' game tight |
| Cause ever since Elementary, or was it Pre-school Quik? |
| I was a motha fuckin' fool |
| I had to have papers it was routine |
| A young nigga on a mission for them collard greens |
| I, shake niggas |
| Break Niggas |
| Make niggas, shank theyselves |
| For fuckin with my wealth (nigga) |
| And it’ll catch on |
| Cause if it don’t, it’s on |
| And, cuzz, I ain’t even slippin' when I’m all alone |
| Sittin' back loungin' in the Chronic Zone |
| Clown me ya gone |
| Surround me, it’s on |
| Get the money you’re gone |
| My niggas' paper so long |
| They call him Snoop Capone |
| So if you want me, get me, got me |
| Should have shot him |
| But now they call me Snoop Gotti |
| And that’s all I LBC |
| Betta yet, that’s all I DPGC |
| Verse Two: |
| I’m slappin' bones |
| In front of my home |
| Choppin' game on the phone |
| Smokin' a zone |
| Big 6, big 5−3's with ya bitches |
| My girls in the kitchen, and she cookin' up some fish and |
| I’m blastin' at this nigga that was trippin' |
| Ol knuckle head nigga, thought I was slippin' |
| But I wasn’t slippin', I was on deck |
| I blast his ass, peck peck now his shirt’s wet |
| Dead, gone, light’s out |
| With no remorse, I had to take him out |
| I’m laughin' at this shit cause it was funny |
| Fuckin' with the dogg I take your life and your money |
| And then I dip to my spot (dip dip) |
| And set up shop with yo rocks (motha fucka) |
| And nobody gon' speak on the 8−7 |
| Cause still, all doggs go to heaven |
| I’m freestylin' |
| Snoop and Quik comin' through we fin' to take you to the island |
| Where the bitches and the bud come free |
| And everybody listen to the D-O double G |
| Hoes on my dick, niggas on my nuts |
| People be lovin' me because I drop cuts |
| That makes sense, it make big money |
| See Snoop is that nigga who don’t hafta play funny |
| But I got yo honey, up under my wing |
| Cause she like the song that the bow-wow sing |
| I’ll put her in a cling |
| I won’t buy her a ring |
| But I’ll put her on the ho-stroll to make me some green |
| And even if she never even saw me befo' |
| There’s just no way that she can tell me no |
| You know my game’s unbelievable baby (uh uh, uh uh) |
| And it’s strong enough to make your grandmama pay me |
| West coast, gangsta shit |
| My nigga DJ Q |
| Yea |
| Like I told y’all |
| DPG for the 9−9 |
| DPG, yea Top Dogg, fo sho' |
| Smoke y’all |