[DJ E-Z Dick] W-Balls, its your main man DJ E-Z Dick About to unleash another one of those platnum plus hits And the word is on the streets, and the word is the streets We gon go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg [Snoop Dogg] A day in the life, of a Rollin 20 Crip Im just a stuburn type of fella with a head like a brick And just because I sip Moet, they say that Im hopeless But I dont give a fuck, so blame it on the locness Now this is how we do it when we checking the grip Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so dont even trip I bust a funky composition thats smooth as a prism Now check it as I kick off in this funky ass rhythm Its six dub, the phone is ringing off the deck And its some homies talking about I disrespected they set Aww nah, Dogg aint this yall I got couple relatives up off of Crenshaw This is about me and Simon, not me and yall I got love for a bunch of real B-Dogs Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face And the homie Harron rest in peace Big Jay from Cappinella Park He used to blaze with his nephew after dark On and on, rocking big neck bone Mauseberg I had to put you on my song Its so real, I had show some love Now back to the scrub, it aint about Crip or Blood Its about you being jealous bout what I does Cos I does it the most, the King of The Coast, in a Pink Plaint Pos I back ya down like Shack Daddy, and bust on ya out the new Caddy And skirt up Wiltshire Boulevard Im not Xzibit, you cant pull my hoe card I fucked all your groupies, when you was doing time and kept Snoopy With the fags & snitches, no killers just bitches And you was paying niggas off of all my riches You so hard caught, why aint you go to level 4? Oh I know (bitch) But I walk the main line everytime I go down You can check my G Files, I do it LBC style I got the word on ya Simon (Simon), you need to just start rhyming Cos you the biggest star on your label And them other niggas just crumbs off my table, youre not able To compete with the heat that I drop And I still aint been paid, for One-Eight-Seven On A Cop I started yo shit, and Ill end yo shit If you keep talking shit on Crip [Hook 1:] It all boils down to the fact that youre jealous of my paper stack (jealous ass nigga) It all boils down to the fact that youre jealous of my paper stack (gon get pimp slapped) [x2] [Hook 2:] Money, I get it, paper I got it Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em [x2] [Snoop Dogg] If I shoot you, Ill be brainless, and youll be famous And Ill be spending money out the anus Your only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your level Man you worser than devils Alotta niggas shouldve said it, fuck em But Ima say it for em, stop it, pop it, rewind and play it for em This niggas a bitch like his wife Suge Knights a bitch, and thats on my life And Ima let the whole world see Cos you fucked up the industry, and thats on me We can go head up, nigga, set it up Or we can do the other thing, I love to wet it up Your rappers and artists, tell em, shut it up Cos Ill fuck every last one of em up, especially Kurupt See thats my lil homeboy, so he knows whats up He better keep it Crippin, and slip his clip in Cos these niggas trippin, this is official business Do the same way, leave no witnesses This is that unexpected diss directed, sprayed, covered and protected Strip you butt naked, chicky-check-check-it Its all to the good again You can catch Snoopy Dibby Double in the hood again Spinning that real times, spitting that real shit To make the whole world feel it So put the bacon in the skillet, and try to peel it Cos Doggystyle Records is the realest, nigga [Hook 1:] It all boils down to the fact that youre jealous of my paper stack (jealous ass nigga) It all boils down to the fact that youre jealous of my paper stack (gon get pimp slapped) [x2] Money, I get it, paper I got it Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em Money, I get it, paper I got it Jealous ass nigga
Artist: Snoop Dogg
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