| I am Sir Dogg, DPG fuck… and I hate water
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| I never learned to swim…
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| AAAAH! |
| PUT ME DOWN!!! |
| Let go of my leg!!!
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| I HATE WATER!!! |
| I CAN’T SWIM!!! |
| AAAAH!!!
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| (Snoop)
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| Now matter where I go, you got’cha eyes on me
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| And everybody sittin' around waitin' on me
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| Show us how you do it Uncle Snoopy
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| So fluid wit' your technique, y’all niggas gon' respect me
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| Man, I been doin' dis' shit before I even learned how to crawl though
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| Gettin' interviewed by mothafuckaz like Geraldo
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| And niggas wanna know if I smoke Newports or Marlboros?
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| Man, I’m fuckin' wit' dat real shit, nigga can you feel dis'?
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| I make dat shit for the realest of millions
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| While I’m wheelin' and dealin' and feelin the feelin'
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| Hmm… and oh what a relief it is
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| That Snoop is back in dis mothafucka handlin' his biz
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| Takin' care of his kids and makin' hits, oh shit
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| There it is again, you never know if your career might flop, fizz
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| So, stay on your toes and keep a pair wit’cha foes
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| And keep a set of new hoes and floatin' and tie da bow
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| Fuck these niggas and peep out Whitey Ro (?)
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| Somebody told? |
| Well then, somebody gettin' rolled on
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| And that’s usually how the scenario rolls on
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| Baby girl said she wanna keep her clothes on
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| She either fuckin' gettin' stole on or gotta stroll home
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| Well number one, keep your hand on your gun
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| And don’t (don't) trust (trust) anyone (anyone, one, one…)
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| Ohh… you can’t trust nobody baby… you can’t even trust your own Mama!!!
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| This is Snoopy Collins… trust no one… especially a bitch…
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| Or even a bitch-ass nigga… Yo Ha!!!
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| T-R-U-S-T in me, I’m sexy but I’m pussy
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| The homies in the hood call me Lil' Bo Peep
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| And you da type a nigga I been dyin' ta meet
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| So Snoopy, what’chu tryin' to do?
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| Now hold on lil' mama, ain’t no reason for me to lie to you
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| Now what I’m tryin' to do, and what I’m gon' do
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| Is hit this bud, I got a wife at home
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| Bitch I ain’t lookin' for none, you might got kids for cuz, or down wit' bud
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| Pushin' them dubs, look here cuz
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| Lemme tell you how it’s gon' be
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| If I was broke loc, these bitches wouldn’t want me
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| I’m tellin' you the good-god truth, you want proof?
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| Ask them hoes over there, «Y'all wanna fuck Snoop?» |
| (yeah!)
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| We’ll take the money and the game away
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| I bet they won’t say the same that day
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| But it’s okay, cuz I don’t trip
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| Cuz «Bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks»
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| I thought I told you, bitch I’m a soulja
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| East side, long beach, gang-bang roller
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| From the solar, cuz this, is it
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| Can ya dig it? |
| (I can dig it!!!)
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| Jelly Roll pulled a rabbit out his hat
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| I pull a strap out my mothafuckin' back (Aaah!), cuz I know it’s like dat
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| I’m in a meetin' wit' these white folks talkin' bread
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| They want a contract on a nigga till' I’m dead
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| If I don’t sign they gon' turn me over to the feds
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| They struck me out, now I’m pinch-hittin' for the Reds
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| But I’m a Dodger blue, so I gotta keep it true
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| I gotta home-run, nigga we long gone
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| I’m realizin', justizin', visualizin'
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| Rip-ridin', put mines in
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| Takin' this game to the next level
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| Trustin' no one, especially them Red Devils
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| Keep ya head level, hand on my get-up
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| Stay on the red-up, pimpin' ain’t easy, but there’s a whole lot of fed-up
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| And like I told you from the get-go, don’t trust no one (no one, no one)
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| And like I told you from the getti, don’t trust no one…
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| (Alien)
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| OH NO!!! |
| YOU DID IT AGAIN!!! |
| PUT ME DOWN!!!
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| I HATE WATER, I CAN’T SWIM!!! |
| I NEVER LEARNED TO SWIM!!!
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| I SHOULDN’T HAVE TRUSTED YOU!!! |
| I PUT ALL OF MY TRUST IN YOU!!!
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| AND YOU TOOK ME TO THE WATER… OH NO!!! |