Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Bidness , by - Snoop Dogg. Release date: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Bidness |
| Ay whassup my nig? |
| Shit, just chillin, what’s happenin? |
| Shit nuttin, whatchu up to? |
| Shit, not too much — ay you ain’t seen that nigga Snoop? |
| Man hell naw, I been callin that nigga since Starsky & Hutch |
| I ain’t fin' to call that nigga no more man |
| Tchk, oh like that? |
| Man f’real man, I ain’t buyin that new album either |
| I’mma download that motherfucker for free |
| Let that nigga know when I see him man |
| Shit, there he go right there |
| Huh? |
| I don’t say much |
| I don’t say Alize, no I don’t say Dutch |
| Keep yo' hands off until I say, okay touch |
| I never come off tacky, I’m a boss exactly |
| I’m like the slick suit Snooperfly Versace |
| Conversation flashy, y’all niggas can’t match me |
| I talk to you slow, so your game can roll |
| Take advice from a player |
| Don’t love her just play her |
| Boy I never could dare, to pay double the fare |
| Man I swear to God it’s gon' be some trouble in here |
| Before I pay that bitch, I’m like a bossy hog |
| Half dog, half gorilla, bitch Donkey Kong |
| Niggas thirst for hoes, I got a thirst to ball |
| Tryin to knock a pimp’s hustle, be the first to fall |
| Fuckin with a-hundred-fifty, whole can of vodka |
| Mixed with gangbang, got a program like Poppa (hey hold up man) |
| I’mma do you a favor, let this pimpin save ya |
| Leave that bitch alone, the homies call her Ms. Behavior |
| Boy you move too fast, done too much talkin |
| I’m too much walkin to one who keep hoes hawkin |
| Don’t fuck with Snoop too much cause he goes off when |
| Niggas mouth too much, so please no flossin |
| I step up quicker, cause the game don’t pause |
| I gotta stay sucka free, cause it ain’t no laws |
| Dig this y’all |
| That’s the bidness mayne, step my game up up in this mayne |
| Long hours hard minutes mayne, with this hustle on splendid mayne |
| P.A. |
| perfect attendance mayne |
| Cause I’m a boss. |
| Yeah, real bossy like, and sometimes flossy |
| And if you fuckin with that |
| I had to tell you the truth homey, but you got mad |
| Yeah I hurt yo' feelings, FUCK IT, it’s too damn bad |
| I’m a major player, I got major game |
| I might floss a different bitch, but the pimpin the same |
| I ain’t got time for no haters, I lay 'em flat on they back |
| I’m from the Dogg Pound homey, I don’t fuck with them cats |
| I fuck with, niggas, who be bustin them shots |
| I’m talkin Long Beach, Inglewood, Compton, Watts |
| Close your chops, I knows your spots |
| Keep talkin nigga I’ll expose your knots |
| You ain’t ready for daddy, boy I do this for fun |
| It’s like you versus Kobe ballin one on one |
| You ain’t got no chance, you ain’t got no fans |
| I kick the shit out you punk, look momma no hands |
| I’m not a, holy roller but I pray so hard |
| Help me, I’m sendin these bitch niggas straight to God |
| Shit I’m too damn grown, conversation is sho’t |
| While your talk is funny, Jack I talk with money |
| Keep the chain on bling, the rock is sunny |
| For you smart mouthted bitches I ain’t that dummy |
| That’s the bidness, that’s the bidness |
| Aww, that’s the bidness, can I get a witness? |
| Aww, yeah, that’s the bidness, aww yeah, say what, yeah |
| That’s the bidness, but can I get a witness? |