Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doin' Too Much, artist - Snoop Dogg.
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Doin' Too Much |
Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo Quik check this out dog |
You know mothafuckers be doin' way way too mothafuckin' much |
You know? |
That’s real |
Just like baby right here, she doin too much |
Now if that nigga next to you got a rented car |
And he actin' like it’s his but you know it’s not |
Say he doin' too much, yeah nigga you doin' too much |
And if that stuck-up bitch got the bar posted-up |
She actin like that hair’s hers but you know what’s up |
Say she doin' too much, yeah baby you doin' too much |
I gave my kinfolk the keys to my Suburb |
I told em «Hit the side and slide and get the herb» |
But guess who’s callin', Pipedream Patty |
Made that nigga park my whoride beside the alley |
Forget about that nigga though (fuck that nigga) |
Fuck that nigga yo |
But I can’t forget about him 'cause he taught me everything I know |
Oh no Joe, walkin' down the wrong lane |
Tootin' on that cocaine, fuckin' wit that wrong thang |
Niggas like that (what), get things like they want it (damn) |
Then fake the funk, doggonnit |
Now loc, look at this predicament |
You smoked out and can’t be trusted, I can’t kick it wit |
Niggas like you, used to be in my crew |
Goddamn, they don’t make niggas like they used to |
I remember Marley Marl and the Juice Crew |
That’s probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce-deuce |
Now if you’re doin' for your family and you can’t stand it |
'Cause you know these mothafuckers tryin' take advantage |
Say they doin' too much, yeah nigga you doin' too much |
And if your kinfolk broke and he smoke dope |
And he need to catch a mothafuckin' different stroke |
Say he doin too much, yeah Joey you doin too much |
We parlay, parlay everyday DPG style |
We might throw a pool party every once in a while |
Now in fact we gon' do one this weekend |
Let’s see how many hoes me and my nigga Rose can weed in |
I believe in, sharin' the cock |
Also, I believe in comparin' the cock |
Look, don’t knock a nigga like me (why?) |
'Cause she love the way I just beat up the pussy |
Not just knee deep, she was totally deep |
When she went down on me |
She blew a nigga socks off, got a nigga rocks off |
Ooh wee, baby you’s a freak |
Put my homie up on game like a gangsta |
But my homie fell in love and he banked her |
Ain’t that a trip? |
Now we in a twist |
Back in the county wit the red ribbon on his wrist |
Now when a nigga hit his girl and she don’t hit back |
And he get his third strike wit no get back |
Say he doin too much, yeah homey you doin too much |
And when the homey in the pen, doin a sin |
And his girlfriend fuckin wit his best friend |
Say she doin too much, hell yeah she doin too much |
I’m livin' up in the hills, wine sippin' wit mills |
I’m havin' major type of paper, I ain’t trippin' off bills (still) |
Show me some respect and accept my coolness |
And don’t mistake my kindness to mean I’m foolish |
Use this as a warning, 'cause I’m startin' |
To figure it’s some niggas think I’m soft as Charmin |
Pardon me, 'cause I ain’t mad when you get bent |
But I hate when fools mistake me for U.S. ?spray? |
Friends and family, gettin' after me like repo |
Eat, smoke, choke then want me to throw 'em a c-note |
You doin' too much when you clutchin' on my touch-tone |
Callin' strays over nigga leadin' months gone |
Conversate for fo' hours, wastin' mo' power |
And only get to hit a cold shower |
You fakin' like you’re makin' more moves than Simpson |
But frontin', pushin' buttons, doin nuttin' but sin |
And when a nigga on yo' phone, runnin' up yo' bill |
Tryin to tell some hoodrat bitch how he feel |
You know he doin' too much, yeah nigga you doin' too much |
And when your baby momma cryin' 'bout she need some milk |
And you heard some other nigga did been at her tilt |
You know she doin too much, yeah baby you doin too much |
That’s real |