| Yeah, ha ha, Snoop Dogg
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| Dub C. heh, yeah
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| All up in here, bay-bay. |
| yeah
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| Uh-huh
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| Straight G thang, yeah
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| Code of the night is droppin these thangs on your dome
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| Hittin up my enemies, mad doggin em with a heart full of stone
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| BLAM BLAM! |
| Kickin yo' door down, throwdown, dirty and low down
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| It’s bout to go down, who ready for the showdown?
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| Which one of y’all wanna be the first to get tossed in the tussle
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| Buckle, choked up by these muscles and, taste these knuckles
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| Lost I’m runnin em all, haters I’m gunnin em all
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| Tricks I done done em all then I ain’t go no love for none of y’all
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| I’m comin through like a Brougham, givin it up with both hands
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| Slaughterin your whole fam, rippin up the program
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| Total chaos, deadly as snake eyes, so cain’t
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| None of you bustaz hurt me — fool I’m a G with no mercy
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| When I say, «Hell» — you say, «Yeah»
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| (c'mon) Hell — yeah (c'mon) hell — YEAH
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| (c'mon) Hell — YEAH! |
| (everybody c’mon) hell — YEAH!
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| (everybody-body) Hell — YEAH!
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| (c'mon, c’mon) Hell — yeah (ha ha)
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| Chorus: Snoop Dogg
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| If you down with these hits say HELL YEAH
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| If you came to get busy say HELL YEAH
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| If you like what you see say HELL YEAH
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| If you down with me, say HELL YEAH
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| If you like what you see say HELL YEAH
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| If you came to get busy say HELL YEAH
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| If you down with 'Stone Cold' say HELL YEAH
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| Party people in the house say HELL YEAH
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| Gettin my bail on, swell on, far from a rookie
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| I SPIT in your face and look at ya dare ya to say somethin to me
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| Temper tantrum, smash random, quick to put you in a casket
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| The fool that run up is that fool to get his ass kicked
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| Ludicrous you the ones, it’s an open invitation
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| These ass-kickins I’m dishin they got no discrimination
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| Patience, long gone, I’ma, chalkin em off
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| Walkin up bombin on sight cause I’m through talkin to y’all
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| Hands up loc I’m lit up, fed up, ready to bust, shakin em up
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| Wettin em up, slangin these knuckles cameras I’m gettin em up
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| Raised on the turf where we, slay for the turf
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| And I’m the realest rider to walk the, face of this Earth
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| Strapped you best to be, ain’t no standin next to me
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| Checkin me, thought I warned you cowards about testin me
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| Pressin me, see the game of pain, yo I’mma plug it
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| I’m so rugged -- shhhh, I’m cold blooded
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| Yeah, y’all know what time it is
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| Y’all know how it’s goin down
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| No surrender no retreat no takedown
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| Beanie Mac cookin up the track
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| That’s right, Snoop Dogg and Dub-C ridin in the back
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| Make sure y’all know what time it is
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| Huh huh, yeah, we gon' make this happen
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| For everybody out there, the heat bangers, and headbangers
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| Check this out — what’s crackin homey?
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| All up in this be-i-itch! |