| Another episode of a Doggy Dogg tale, you know me well
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| You know I’m coming by the smell
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| I’m here when you see the weed smoke in the air
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| Party people, wave your hands like you just don’t care
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| Crip your enthusiasm
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| Mm, pen and paper, money maker, let the beat ride
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| Let me put you up on this nigga from the east side
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| This nigga born ready, serve a nigga ether
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| With the pen or off the heady, this nigga flow is deadly (Where he at?)
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| Right here, Snoop Dogg, I’m with the G Child
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| Play something, let me fuck you up just with this freestyle (That's dope)
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| For sure, but let’s make a real record with real effort
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| 'Cause my pen game is lethal cyanide mixed with ether
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| Spittin' nothin' but them hits out
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| The Chronic put the world up on this shit Snoopy been about
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| I wrote it down, needed backup, called the hounds
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| I’m worldwide, you know the voice, you know the sound (Ha-ha)
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| Paint it like Picasso, my spot on top of the charts
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| You ain’t fuckin' with the Dogg, I do this shit every day
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| I don’t play with this here, just look at my resume
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| I’m probably Pimp of the Year, that’s what all the players say
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| My smooth tone, reppin' for the blue zone
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| Crip shit, for niggas to get they groove on (Hey)
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| I tell my street life glory in a east side story
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| I got that Hall of Fame pen game, nigga, ain’t shit changed
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| Still leave you niggas assed out like Ving Rhames
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| Ever since I started, I’ve been all about big things
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| Crip it, curve it, flip it and serve it
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| I’m at your service so don’t get nervous
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| These are words coming from the Dogg
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| And everything I do is lit (Yes, sir)
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| Hoppin' right along, tryna get my party on
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| Call my nigga (Leon Black), let’s go bust a bitch (Mm)
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| La-dickda-di, Snoopy’s in the party
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| Smokin' that yessir, the best served, that’s good for everybody
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| It’s some players in the house, if you see 'em, point 'em out
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| Pulled up in that Bentley with my nigga Leon Black with me
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| That’s simply two layers of mackin' on you bitches
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| Like true players (But I’m here with my baby daddy), bitch, who cares?
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| We came to make the party crack, no games
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| I’m in the party strapped, Snoop Dogg and Black, now, where the party at?
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| Pop that champagne bottle, we goin' up full throttle
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| Don’t matter, wherever Snoopy go, these hoes gon' follow
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| Glasses up, we toastin', Backwoods I’m smokin'
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| V.I.P., I’m posted, eeny-meeny-miney
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| You know where to find me
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| With a cute-faced bitch, big ass and waist tiny
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| I got 'em lined up like tic-tac-toe, that’s three in a row
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| An exotic bitch, a snow bunny and me and your ho
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| We all up in the club livin' our best life
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| Black gave a nigga thumbs, nigga like, «That's right»
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| Hit the dance floor with some twins, they was close friends
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| Back that ass up, she said, «Grab it with both hands»
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| Now players do what players do
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| You know the Dogg, no sugar-coatin', I speak the truth
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| I make the rules, grip it, curve it, flip it and serve it
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| I’m at your service, now, don’t get nervous
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| Another episode of a Doggy Dogg tale, you know me well
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| You know I’m coming by the smell
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| I’m here when you see the weed smoke in the air
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| Party people, wave your hands like you just don’t care
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| Crip your enthusiasm
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| Yeah, say what?
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| Crip your enthusiasm
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| Okay, like that?
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| Say what, say what?
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| Crip your enthusiasm
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| Uh, like this?
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| Yeah, Crip your enthusiasm
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| Uh |