| Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m finna up in the corner in my lowrider, dogg. |
| Ya heard me?
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| Top dollar with the gold flea collar
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| Yeah, it’s still a G thang
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| Top dollar with the gold flea collar
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| It’s time for all the lowriders out there
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| Top dollar with the gold flea collar
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| Yeah, all the dippers you like to get ya dip on
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| Hit a switch or two, bang a corna' sittin' on threes
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| Top dollar with the gold flea collar
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| Yeah, right trip
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| It’s like 4 & to the 5 & to the 6 & to the 7
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| I once was told that all doggs go to Heaven
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| Well how ya been where ya been & what it look like?
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| My game trump tight especially when it bump like
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| Four DPG’s gettin' crazy
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| And No Limit is the label that pays me!
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| Ridin' 'round town layin' game down like Goldie
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| And I remember what my momma showed me
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| Told me game recognize game
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| & stay true to what ya do & don’t be ashamed
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| I got all my game from her sometimes I have to wonder
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| How I keep from goin' under I’m a bad muthafucka
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| I fall to my knees & thank God before I do my thang
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| I don’t know why, I love to gangbang
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| See life ain’t nuthin' but a twist anyway bitch anyway
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| You can say what you wanna say
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| Just don’t get in my way cause I’m a mean old
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| Fiend know C know & P know see loc
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| We make music for the thugs and the bangers
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| And the bitches. |
| Fuck you R&B singers
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| She want a nigga with his khakis hangin' real low
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| In a black rag Sixty-four hmm
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| Rollin' down the street lookin' way clean
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| Bangin' that real shit nigga like Al Green
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| I’m headed straight to the LB
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| Forget it that’s what they tell me
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| Sell me everythang except some bullshit
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| And when it’s time for the gunfight nigga pull quick
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| Cause ain’t nothin' butter but us
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| And nigga you’ll get wet up for fuckin' with my cheddar
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| It’s cold outside nigga grab ya sweater
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| And that bad bitch you fuckin' with
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| Nigga she get ya set up
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| Boy you done put all ya trust in that ho
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| Didn’t ya see what happened to the President niggaro
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| Livin' in a tight house big as the White House
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| You fucked around & stuck ya dick
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| In that white bitch mouth
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| What you talkin' 'bout? |
| Fool I’m dirty like the South
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| And to be real I feel that’s how I’m comin' out
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| Back on the ho stroll highway pimp patrol
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| Put ya cuffs on ya girl nigga let her off parole
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| Man nigga way cold with his game
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| What’s his muthafuckin' name? |
| Who me?
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| I’m the capital S I don’t fuck with stress
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| N double O-P D-O muthafuckin double G
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| Coldest entertainer gangbanger since Alphonse Capone
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| Count money like Basie police try to chase me
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| Niggas try to replace me but you can’t
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| I’m ridin' in a tank I’m blowin' hella dank
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| So whether ridin' in ya lo-lo or smokin' on some doe doe
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| Spread the word and take the fo' door
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| The Last Don done hooked up with the muthafuckin'
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| King of the coast with the most here’s a toast
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| And Snoop Dogg is the representer
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| Through the niggas & G’s through the LBC’s
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| And the Calio projects Brooklyn to Queens
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| Chi-town woe now the Dogg Pound in the house
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| Everytime we touch down right next to my hometown
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| D-town Eastside St. Louie
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| Spokane get ya money man tic-tock
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| Little Rock right next to Houston, Texas
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| Home of Rap-A-Lot we like to jack a lot
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| Gimme what ya got let me get that up out ya nigga
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| I got ya somethin' for the summertime while it’s hot
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| And got the bitches posted up in the parkin' lot
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| And guess what she want the
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| Nigga with the biggest nuts
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| A nigga who don’t give a fuck
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| Ya see niggas like me all we see is
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| Money, power moves, and a bitch a week
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| And last but not least my nigga *D-O-C*
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| Much love from the N.O. |
| my nigga Feel me?
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| And my little cousin D-A-Z forever nigga
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| This DPGC and oh yeah Dr. D-R-E
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| You know where I’m at nigga holla at me
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| Get at me holla at me nigga holla at a dogg that’s real
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| Y’all niggas know what’s happenin'
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| It’s still a thang
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| It’s still a G thang
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| Top dollar with the gold flea collar
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| Dippin' in my blue Impala
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| Top dollar with the gold flea collar
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| Dippin' in my blue Impala
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| Top dollar with the gold flea collar
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| Dippin' in my blue Impala
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| Top dollar with the gold flea collar
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| Dippin' in my blue Impala
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| Top dollar with the gold flea collar
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| Dippin' in my blue Impala
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| Top dollar with the gold flea collar
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| Dippin' in my blue Impala
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| Top dollar with the gold flea collar
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| Dippin' in my blue Impala
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| Top dollar with the gold flea collar
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| Dippin' in my blue Impala |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Still A G Thang , by - Snoop Dogg. Song from the album The Best Of Snoop Dogg, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп