| Poppin', stoppin', hoppin' like a rabbit
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| When I take the Nina Ross, ya know I gots to have it
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| I lay back in the cut, retain myself
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| Think about the shit, and I’m thinkin' wealth
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| How can I makes my grip
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| And how should I make that nigga straight slip
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| Set trip, gotta get him for his grip
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| As I dip around the corner, now I’m on another
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| Mission, wishin', upon a star
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| Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar
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| In the back of the limo, no demo, this is the real
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| Breakin' niggas down like Evander Holyfield,
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| chill
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| 'Til the next episode
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| I make money, and I really don’t love hoes
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| Tell you the truth, I swoop in the Coupe
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| I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops
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| But now I make hits every single day
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| With that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre
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| So lay back in the cut motherfucker 'fore you get shot
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| It’s 1−8-7 on a motherfuckin' cop
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| Boy it’s gettin' hot, yes indeed it is
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| Snoop Dogg is on the mic, I’m 'bout as crazy as Biz
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| Markie, spark the chronic bud real quick
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| And let me get into some fly gangsta shit
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| Yeah, I lay back, stay back in the cut
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| Niggas try to play the D-O-G like a mutt
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| I got a little message, don’t try to see Snoop
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| I’m finna fuck a bitch, what’s her name? |
| It’s Luke
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| You tried to see me on the TV, you’se a B. G
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| D-O-double-G, yes I’m a O. G
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| You can’t see my homie Dr. Dre
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| So what the fuck a nigga like you gotta say
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| Gotta take a trip to the MIA
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| And serve your ass with a motherfuckin' AK
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| You can’t see the D-O-double-G, 'cause that be me
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| I’m servin' 'em, swervin' in the Coupe
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| The Lexus flexes from Long Beach to Texas
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| Sexist hoes, they wanna get with this
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| 'Cause Snoop Dogg is the shit, biatch!
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| Ahhhh, I’m somewhat brain boggled
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| So I look to the microphone and slowly start to wobble
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| Grab it, habit, stick it to the plug
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| It’s Snoop Doggy, I got a got a fat dub
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| Sack of the chronic in my back pocket loc
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| Need myself a lighter so I can take a smoke
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| I toke everyday, I loc everyday
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| With the P-O-U-N-D and my nigga Dr. Dre
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| Lay back in the cut like I told your ass
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| Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast
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| I got a little cousin by the name of Daz
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| And bitches who fuck him gimme the ass
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| 'Cause they know about the shit that we be goin' through
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| And they know about the shit that I be puttin' up
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| And they be knowin' bout the shit I do when I’m on the mic
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| 'Cause Snoop Dogg is Trump tight like a virgin, the surgeon
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| Is Dr. Drizzay,
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| so lizzay, and plizzay
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| With D-O-double-Gizzay the fly human being seein'
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| No, I’m not European bein' all I can
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| When I put the motherfuckin' mic in my hand, and
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| You don’t understand what I’m kickin'
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| 'Cause Snoop is on the mic and I gets wicked, follow me
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| Listen to me, 'cause I do you like you wanna be done
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| Snoop Doggy Dogg on this three two one, umm
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| Dum, diddy-dum here I come
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| With the gat, and the guitar will strum,
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| I’m
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| Not that lunatic nigga who you thought I was
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| When I caught you slippin', I’ma catch you then I’ll peel your cap
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| Snap back, relax
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| Ya bet' not be slippin' with them D’s on that '83 Cadillac
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| So we gon' smoke an ounce to this
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| G’z up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this |