| I falls off into a party in the N.Y.C
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| Niggas lookin' at me strange but they lovin' my chain
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| Bang bang, same thang, game came when I left 'em
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| I do it by my lonely, now, I’m the Big Homie
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| But I’m his Royal Slickness, ghetto weakness, 'cause Rick is
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| The one who expose cornball rappers with the quickness
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| (Uhh) Who bum from and who balls you hung from
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| Wouldn’t give a fuck what part of the country you come from
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| I’m Snoop Dogg, I’m smooth and imperial
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| I wake up every mornin' to my Lucky Charms cereal
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| Times get drastic, yeah, I’m a classic
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| Dogg Pound Gangsta chokin' off that Boombastic
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| Now, put my verse on the first one, peep the herds come
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| So, be careful 'cause my rap will make you eat your words, son
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| (Word to God) Scratch I? |
| Who the hardest to match? |
| (I)
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| Bite, rewrite, you’re still garbage to Patch Eye
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| Haven’t you heard? |
| I’m loose, shook the Feds like The Juice
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| Snoop Dogg is 121st proof
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| Fool, you’s a deuce-deuce of some Genuine Draft
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| I’m genuine, like vintage wine and all about cash
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| Cash, cash, so indeed I got the weed
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| And keep the lighter for the hash
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| Has it ever been a time when you didn’t have a dime
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| And the only way to get it was to go and do a crime?
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| Many underclothes hangin' on the hoes
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| Since (Snoop, Slick Rick) crushed anyone opposed
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| Lot of ladies — pop Cristal, toast to all those
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| Like (Kid Capri) helpin' to Unify both coasts
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| I’m shreddin' ya temper, none 'head of the emperor
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| Washed up gang member? |
| Better remember
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| I wipe my feet upon a rapper like a doormat
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| I hit 'em where they sit around actin hardcore at
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| Thank God for the guardians, in light of this
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| Rappers always beg for me to show them who The Mighty is
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| Gats gonna limp, snaps on a kid
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| That always wanna start rap, boy, they’re not gonna win
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| And wanna dash at lethal or evil
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| Could a King bring style and class to black people?
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| Stick a whole log in and he buggin'
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| 'Cause I represent self, with my man Snoop Dogg and 'em
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| I drop a pile of semen on 'em
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| Even in a Yugo, I could take they woman from 'em
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| I make the hardest chew they kewl to this
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| Kid Capri (Yeah?) Notify the peasant who The Ruler is
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| I’m 26, still in the mix
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| My hair gettin' longer, my game gettin' stronger
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| A nigga been on one, I thank God
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| 'Cause life in the city of stars is gettin' hard
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| And it’s odd, for a G to get a job
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| So, I’d rather steal and rob and mob with my squad
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| My homie used to bang, now we follow Farrakhan
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| Used to read The Source
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| Now all he read is the Holy Qu’ran
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| Time brings change and change brings time
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| Listen to me hit you with this gangbang rhyme
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| Nigga, whattup? |
| Who up? |
| YOU up!
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| Doggy Dogg is on the mic, I’m here to fuck it izzzup
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| I give it to y’all, like you really gotta have it
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| Dogg Pound Gangstaz, boy, this shit is gettin' tragic
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| But I’mma make me a grip and dip quick
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| And fuck with my nigga Kid Capri on this G shit
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| Dial tail and bail with my nigga Slick Ricky
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| And all you niggas talkin' bullshit can just miss me
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| Can’t twist me, you fuckin' paper haters
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| I’m dippin' in my '98 gold Navigator
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| I’m dippin' like a lo-lo
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| Bouncin', smokin ounces', fo' sho', tho |