Lyrics > Snoop Dogg
Doggy Dogg World
(Ft. Kurupt, Dat Nigga Daz and The Dramatics)
We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this mothafucka, my name is Taa-Dow
Y'all niggaz know who I am, y'all niggaz tearin' up shit
But we got something old N' something new for y'all tongiht
Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
Tha Dogg Pound N' the fabulous Dramatics
It's like everywhere I look N' everywhere I go
I'm hearin' mothafuckaz tryin' to steal my flow
But it ain't no thang cuz see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game when I step through the do'
You know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive
Usin' my styles like a contraceptive
I hope you get burnt, seems ya havn't learnt
It's the nick-nack patty wack, I still got the biggest sack
So put your gun away, run away, cuz I'm back
Hit 'em up, get 'em up, spit 'em up
Tell me what's goin' on
It make me wanna holler cuz my dollars come in ozones
Known for the break-up, so take off your clothes
N' quit tryin' to spit at my mothafuckin' hoes
Speakin' of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint?
You's a flea, N' I'm the big dog
I scratch you off my balls with my mothafuckin' paws
Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize
N' see where I'm comin' from is still east side
Till I die, why ask why
As the world keeps spinnin' to the D-O-Double-G-Y
Chorus:(The Dramatics and some girl)
It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World
It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World
The Dogg's World
Well if you give me ten bitches N' I'll fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop Dogg sippin' juice N' gin
Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin' flavor like Life Savors
Ain't that something, talk shit N' I'm dumpin'
I had your whole fuckin' block bumpin'
Don't sweat, but check the technique, I'm unique like China
You never find the bomb-a-rama than this nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm comin' through
One-two, three, you can't see me
I'm a G like that, strapped with hit hard tactics
A fuckin' menace, usin' hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, it's on N' poppin'
All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin'
I wanna see some panties droppin'
I'm comin from L.A.
She used to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was just(?) use that ho
Show her my dickies, get quickies N' kick flows)
I'm dishin' out blues, I'm upsettin' like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids N' house shoes
Kurupt, the name's often(?) marked for catchin' slugs
N' I smoke weed for the fuck of it
Rough N' rugged shit
It's unexplainatory how I gets wicked
But it's mandatory that I kick it
I'm runnin' hoes in '94, now must I prove it
Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin N' movin'
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin'
Hit the button N' light shit up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massacre from a verbal assassin
Murderin' with rhymes packin Tec 9s for some action
You really don't know, do you, you fuckin' wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm goin' out looney like O-Dog
Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party
(All night long)
Ah ha, till when?
(Till the early morn)
It don't stop (N' uh) it don't quit (for the)
The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit)
Diggity Daz outta the mothafuckin' cut once mo'
So grab a seat N' grab your gin N' juice N' check out the flow
I flip flop N' serve hoes with a fat dick
Till I die I'm still screamin' that
(Bitches ain't shit)
Now I'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about
The city where I'm from, dum diddy dum
As you groove to the gangster shit
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique
Now as Tha Pound break it down with the gangsta funk
I can see N' I can tell that's what the fuck you want
So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high
I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die
Gin and Juice
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G
But I somehow, some way
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)
N', make a few ends (yeah!)
As I breeze, through two in the morning
N' the party's still jumpin' cuz my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on N'
They ain't leavin' til six in the morning
(Six in the morning)
So what you wanna do, shit
I got a pocket full of rubbers N' my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights N' close the doors
But (but what?) we don't love them hoes
So we gon' smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you mothafuckaz bounce to this
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin N' juice
(With my mind on my money N' my money on my mind)
Now that I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit happens all the time
You gotta get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G
I got the cultivatin' music that be captivatin' he
Who listens to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
N' get to mackin' to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboys' lady (Oh, that bitch?)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, cuz you gets none of these
As I mob with Tha Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
N' a fat ass G
Of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it N' sit my cup down
Tanqueray N' chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cuz when I bust my nut, I'm raisin' up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'
N' I'll be...
Murder Was the Case [DeathAfterVisualizingEternity]
As I look up at the sky
My mind starts trippin', a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin' N' they breakin', tryin' to save the Dogg
Pumpin' on my chest N' I'm screamin'
I stop breathin', damn am I seein' deamons?
Dear God, I wonder can ya save me
I can't die, my Boo-Boo's 'bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for prayin', hold up
A voice spoke to me N' it slowly started sayin'
-Bring your lifestyle to me, I'll make it better
-How long will I live?
-Eternal life N' forever
-N' will I be the G that I was?
-I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes my son
-My eyes are closed
Murder... (Murder was the case that they gave me)(X2)
I'm fresh up out my coma
I got my momma N' my daddy N' my homies in my corner
It's gonna take a miracle, they say
For me to walk again N' talk again but anyway
I get fronted some keys, to get back on my feet
N' everything that nigga said came to reality
Livin' like a baller,loc
Havin' money, N' blowin' hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a Benz N' bought my Boo-Boo a Jag
N' now I'm rollin' in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad
-Just remember who changed your mind
Cuz when you start set-trippin', that ass mine
Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
Never have a want, never have a need
They say I'm greedy but I still want mo'
Cuz my eyes wanna journey some mo', really doe
(Check it out)
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take
No mo' indo, gin N' juice
I'm on my way to Chino, rollin' on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know
Them niggaz from the other side recognize my face
Cuz it's the O.G. D-O-double G, L-B-C
Mad doggin' niggaz cuz I don't care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
Niggaz stare as I enter the center
They send me to a leval 3 yard, that's where I stay
Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin' on the floor
Niggaz gettin' they shanks, just in case the war
Pops off, cuz you can't tell what's next
My little homey Baby Boo took a pistol in his neck
N' he probably won't make it to see twenty-two
I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo
Murder... (Murder was the case that they gave me)(X4)
Ain't No Fun (If the Homies Can't Have None)
(With Kurupt, Warren G and Nate Dogg)
(You're back now at the Jack Off hour, this is DJ E...asy Dick
On W. Balls, right now something new by Snoop Doggy Dogg
N' this one goes out to the ladies... from all of the guys
A big bow-wow-wow, cuz we gonna make it a little misty here tonight
This is DJ E...asy Dick, on the station that slaps you across your fat ass
With a fat dick)
When I met you last night, baby
Before you opened up your gap
I had respect for your lady
But now I take it all back
Cuz you gave me all your pussy
N' you even licked my balls
Leave your number on the cabinet
N' I promise baby, I'll give you a call
Next time I'm feelin kinda horny
You can come on over, N' I'll break you off
N' if you can't fuck that day, baby
Just lay back N' open your mouth
Cuz I have never met a girl
That I love in the whole wide world
Well if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch I'd always be broke
I'd never have no mothafuckin' indo to smoke
I gets loc'd N' looney, bitch you can't do me
Do we look BBD, you hoochie groupie?
I have no love for hoes
That's something that I learned in the Pound so how the fuck 'me I'm supposed
To pay this ho, just to lay this ho
I know the pussy is mines, I'ma fuck a couple mo' times
N' then I'm through with it, there's nothing else to do with it
Pass it to the homie, now you hit it
Cuz she ain't nothing but a bitch to me
N' y'all know, that bitches ain't shit to me
I gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention
Approach it with a different proposition
I'm Kurupt, ho, you'll never be my only one
Trick ass biiitch!
It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none(X4)
(Snoop Doggy Dogg)
Guess who back in the mothafuckin' house
With a fat dick for your mothafuckin' mouth
Hoes recognize, niggaz do too
Cuz when bitches get scandess N' pull a voodoo
What you gon do? You really don't know?
So I'd advise you not to trust that ho
Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch
Knowin' damn well, I'm too caught up with my grip
Now as the sun rotates N' my game grows bigger
How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga
Named Snoop Doggy, I'm all the above
I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes
But see, it ain't no fun
If my homies can't get a taste of it cuz you know I don't love 'em
Hey, now ya know
Inhale, exhale with my flow
One for the money, two for the bitches
Three to get ready, N' four to hit the switches
In my Chevy, six-fo' red to be exact
With bitches on my side, N' bitches on back
So back up bitch cuz I'm strugglin'
So get on your knees N' then start jugglin'
These mothafuckin' nuts in your mouth
It's me, Warren G, the nigga with the clout
Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick
For those who don't like it, eat a dick
But for those who with me, sing that shit
As it go a little something like this
Lodi Dodi, we likes to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody
Just some niggaz who on the mic
N' when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic (right)
For all my Dogs keepin' y'all in health
Just to see you smile N' enjoy yourself
Cuz it's cool when ya cause a cozy conditionin'
Which we create, cuz that's our mission
So listen close to what we say
Because this types of shit happens every day
Woke up around ten O'clock in the morning
I gave myself a strech up (Ahhh...)
A mornin' yawnin'
Went to the bathroom to wash up
I threw some soap on my face N put my hands up on a cup
N' said ummm:
"Mirror mirror, on, the wall
Who is the top dog of them all?"
There was a rubble dubble, five minutes it lasted
The mirror said, "You are you conceited bastard"
Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef
So I slipped off my khakis N my gold leaf
Used Oil of Olay, cuz my skin gets pale
N' then I got the file, for my fingernails
I'm true to the style on my behalf
I put some bubbles in the tub so I can take a bubble bath
Clean, dry, was my body N' hair
I threw on my brand new doggy underwear
For all the bitches I might take home
I got the Johnson baby powder N' Cool Water cologne
Now I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Threw on my white sox with my all blue chucks
Stepped out the house, stopped short, oh no
I went back in, I forgot my indo
Then I dilly (dally) I ran through a (alley)
I bumped into this smoker named (Sally) from the (Valley)
This was a girl playin' hard to get
So I said "What's wrong?" cuz she looked upset
She said um:
"It's all because of you, I'm feelin' sad N' blue
You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days
I love you so, how much you'll never know
Cuz you took your dope away from me
A-huh, a-huh, a-huh..."
Damn, now what was I to do?
She's cryin' over me N' she was feelin' blue
I said um: "Don't cry, dry your eye
N' here comes your mother with those two little guys"
Her mean mother steps then says to me "Hi!"
Decked Sally in the face N' punched her in the (eye)
Punched her in the belly N' stepped on her feet
Slammed the child on the hard concrete
The bitch was strong, the kids was gone
Something was wrong I said, "What was goin' on?"
I tried to break up, I said, "Stop it, just leave her!"
She said, "If I can't smoke none, she can't either"
She grabbed my closely by my socks
So I broke the hell out, N' I grabbed my sack of rocks
But umm, they gave chase, they caught up quick
They started cryin' on my shoes N' grabbin' my dick
"Why don't you give me a play
So we can brake it down the Long Beach way
N' if you give me that okay
I'll give you all my love today
Doggy, Doggy, Doggy, can't you see
Somehow your words just hypnotize me
N' I just love your jazzy ways
Doggy Dogg, your love is here to stay"
N' on N' on N' on she kept goin'
The bitch been around before my mother's born
I said, "Cheer up!", so I gave her a hit
I said, "You can't have me, I'm too young for you, bitch!"
She said, "No you're not," then she starts cryin'
I says "I'm nineteen", she says, "Stop lyin'!"
I says, "I am, go ask my mother
N' with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover"
Yeah, uhh, tic toc you don't stop
N' to the, ah tic toc N' you don't quit
Yeah, tic toc N' ya don't stop, N' to the
ah tic toc N' ya don't quit, biaaatch!