Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tha Fatha Figure , by - Snoop Dogg. Release date: 27.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tha Fatha Figure |
| Hustlas, ballers, players |
| Yeah, uh |
| The father figure |
| It don’t stop, it don’t stop |
| Uh, it don’t stop |
| One love, one love |
| I was raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds |
| Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles, we younger minors |
| Me, I be the one that’s only 12 years old |
| Crankin off the hook from cousin, let me sport his gold |
| And I was told to put it down, and keep it real |
| Like 3X Krazy young player about the scrill |
| In this California lifestyle that I live |
| Them playas is havin money man in plushed out cribs |
| Survivin in the city is a serious task |
| Didn’t know the (?) wanted, didn’t have time to ask |
| Cuz I’m Bout It Bout It like the TRU |
| One love to real hustlers, straight dollars for two |
| Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers too |
| Baby youngsters wanna be like you |
| You’re the father figure of today |
| We need to find a better way |
| We at the afterparty chillin cuz we ain’t no punks |
| Some cats is in the back with macks and gold fronts |
| With sacks they post up, you know we be watchin |
| Thinkin they got it crankin, playa we got it poppin |
| Now bitin over dirty work, that ain’t cool |
| With cats in drop 'Vettes in mobs and old schools |
| We rob them old fools, won’t you amount your scratch |
| Respect them young G’s, they the ones that’s strapped, ya know |
| Dogg Pound, that’s the sound, check around, we hold it down |
| It’s the super duper, yes the Snoop-a |
| Comin through, in all gray and blue |
| Kickin the game to the playas from the bay |
| All over the world and out the UK |
| Everybody around they love Snoop D-O double to the G |
| Cuz I’m what they love, you see |
| I’ll break em, shake em and I make em and I take em |
| To the whale, leave em in a spell |
| And I got a little story to tell |
| For all my homies that’s locked up in jail |
| I kick it to ya give it to ya for real |
| Cuz I know y’all dealin with the reals every day and |
| To get killed ain’t nothin to laugh about |
| But some niggas goin out so sideways make me wanna get me a |
| Bulletproof |
| Hoo ride and slide around town in |
| But yet and still, if I get peeled |
| My niggas gon ride forver and that’s real |
| Ain’t no stoppin we ain’t coppin no pleas |
| We spit game for all the real G’s |
| Feel up the (?) they love to have it |
| They love to take it to the dome, yeah it’s on |
| Meanwhile back in the lab |
| Paper was gettin stacked, hatas was gettin mad |
| Confidential information exchanged up on the regular |
| One dead head, two steps a my competitor |
| Catch em slippin cuz they just been bought |
| Got directions to the house and the keys to the vault |
| Well let me open up this bundle of money, each off a half |
| Pullin capers with cousin Snoop, Kurrupt and young Daz |
| In for the cash |
| Man this gang is thick |
| If one caught up in the track we can all get sick |
| And have em shook |
| The four O crook didn’t leave a clue |
| Snoop D-O double G tell em what you gon do |
| (Both) |
| I’ll keep doin what I’m gon do |
| With my (nigga J.T.) the Bigga Figga, that’s my nigga |
| Representin (Frisco, in case you didn’t know) |
| (We blow by like Jerry Rice |
| Come back with styles that are oh so nice) |
| Snoop D-O double to the G from the LBC |
| You gots to have (cash) to make it these days |
| You could make it at least a hundred different (ways) |
| I go the man and I get a (8 track) |
| Make me a beat, (smoke me a sack) |
| Roll up some fat ass uh uh uh |
| Blaze with my homies and it’s (on like that y’all) |