Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Unify , by - Snoop Dogg. Song from the album The Art Of Storytelling, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1998
Record label: DEF JAM
Song language: English
Unify |
| I falls off into a party in the N.Y.C |
| Niggas lookin at me strange but they lovin my chain |
| Bang bang, same thang, game came when I left em |
| I do it by my lonely now I’m the Big Homie |
| But I’m his Royal Slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is |
| The one who expose cornball rappers with the quickness |
| Uhh, who bum from and who balls you hung from |
| Wouldn’t give a fuck what part of the country you come from |
| I’m Snoop Dogg, I’m smooth and imperial |
| I wake up every morning to my Lucky Charms cereal |
| Times get drastic, yeah I’m a classic |
| Dogg Pound Gangsta chokin off that Boombastic |
| Now put my verse on the first one-beat the herds come |
| So be careful cause my rap will make you eat your words son |
| (Word to God) Scratch I? Who the hardest to match (I) |
| Bright rewrite your still Garbage to Patch |
| Haven’t you heard? I’m loose, shook the Feds like The Juice |
| Snoop Dogg is a hundred-and-twenty-first proof |
| Fool usea deuce-deuce of some Genuine, Draft |
| I’m genuine, like Vinny’s whinin all about cash |
| Cash, cash, so indeed I got the weed |
| And keep the lighter for the hash, has it |
| Ever been a time when you didn’t have a dime |
| And the only way to get it was to go and do a crime? |
| Chorus: Slick Rick (repeat 2X) |
| Many underclothes hangin on the hoes |
| Since (Snoop, Slick Rick) crushed anyone opposed |
| Lot of ladies — pop Cristal, toast to all those |
| Like (Kid Capri) helpin to Unify both coasts |
| I’m shredding your temple, none, 'head of the emperor |
| Washed up, gang member? Better remember |
| I wipe my feet upon a rapper like a doormat |
| I hit em -- where they sit around actin hardcore at |
| Thank God for the guardians — in light of this |
| Rappers always beg for me to show them who The Mighty is |
| Gats gonna limp, snaps on a kid |
| That always wanna start rappin (boy they’re not gonna win) |
| And wanna dash at lethal or evil |
| Could a King bring style and class to black people? |
| Stick a whole log in and he buggin |
| Cause I — represent self, with my man Snoop Dogg and them |
| I drop a pile of semen on em |
| Even in a Yugo I could take they woman from em |
| I make the hardest chew the kewl of this |
| Kid Capri, know the part of peasant, who The Ruler is? |
| I’m twenty-six. still in the mix |
| My hair gettin longer, my game gettin stronger |
| A nigga been on one, I thank God |
| Cause life in the city of stars is gettin hard |
| And it’s odd, for a G to get a job |
| So I’d rather steal and rob, and mob with my squad |
| My homie used to bang, now we follow Farrakhan |
| Used to read The Source |
| Now all he read is the Holy Qu’ran |
| Time brings change and change brings time |
| Listen to me hit you with this gangbang rhyme |
| Nigga, whattup, who up, YOU up! |
| Doggy Dogg is on the mic |
| I’m here to fuck it izzzup |
| I give it to y’all, like you really got to have it |
| Dogg Pound Gangstaz, boy this shit is gettin tragic |
| But I’ma make me a grip and dip quick |
| And fuck with my nigga Kid Capri on this G shit |
| Dial tail and bail with my nigga Slick Rick-y |
| And all you niggas talkin bullshit can just miss me |
| Can’t twist me, you fuckin paper haters |
| I’m dippin in my nine-eight gold Navigator |
| I’m dippin like a lo-lo |
| Bouncin, smokin ounces, fo' sho' doe |