Set It Off

Lyrics

[Intro: Snoop] Real nigga shit... Now I'm 'bout to show you how the West Coast rock Real nigga shit Now I'm 'bout to show you how the West Coast rock Real nigga shit... [Verse 1: MC Ren] Here come The Villain again, grab your ho and get the fuck outta town This nigga shit make the world go round It's that Black nigga Ren, duck when I bust Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will love to cuss You wanna fuck with us? Man, I wouldn't do it Ask this nigga here – his ass, we ran right through it You out actin' like yo' shit be tight Get some shit, fuck it off like Tomica Wright Get the fuck out my sight, I Ren-incarnate Droppin' West Coast shit in every motherfuckin' state Motherfuckin' legend, y'all niggas be knowin' You can leave yo' bitch, and keep on goin' [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] I am Doggy Dogg, bitch (Beitch) – love to hit a switch Never hit a bitch (Geitch) – love that gangsta shit "Can I hear your flow?" Can I fuck yo' ho? "Boy, you hard on 'em" Nigga, you ain't know? When you testify, you got to keep it fly A lot of niggas lie, shit – we do or die E'ryday we high, it's like a 9 to 5 I got my nina, my fo'-heata, beata by my side I keep it tucked close when I'm on the West Coast (West Coast) I keep it on post when I'm with my East Coast folks, locs (East Coast) Y'all know what's crack-a-lackin' I'm from the hood of the drive-bys, and kidnappings, and car-jackings [Hook: Ice Cube] Me and Snoop Dogg on the hog On our way to the mall, fuck alla y'all We gon' ball 'til we fall, watch the chrome crawl Intercept these fine bitches, 'cause we want 'em all Droppin' drawers, poppin' coochie, and lickin' balls Only gangsta ass nigga follow nigga laws Only gangsta ass bitches get to run the hogs Only real ass niggas get to set it off [Verse 3: The Lady of Rage] Now, the way I gets off in that ass, it's a sin to not assassin Grab a microphone, have flashbacks, and start flashin' – ahh I'm bound to toast ya String you up, like you was on the Ponderosa Sip on Mimosa, do it that way, 'cause I'm supposed ta Now most of ya, don't measure up I'll make it hot and turn the pressure up – steamin' Regular? Nah, supreme And I–ain't gassed I blow an MC away, like Fox, when I pass Ain't nothin' shitty about this here, fuck around and that's that ass Just like grass I – I want more Green than the Goblin Matter of fact, I want more Bank than that chick that be modelin' (UHH!) My uzi weighs more than a single ton I leave you single, son Who wanna mingle? Not a single one Hah, now tell me what you figure, nigga? Rob load up the show, slow flow spitter The hard hitter (UHH), the R, nigga, roll I break it down sweet, then I bring it back slow [Hook: Ice Cube] Me and Snoop Dogg on the hog On our way to the mall, fuck alla y'all We gon' ball 'til we fall, watch the chrome crawl Intercept these fine bitches, 'cause we want 'em all Droppin' drawers, poppin' coochie, and lickin' balls Only gangsta ass nigga follow nigga laws Only gangsta ass bitches get to run the hogs Only real ass niggas get to set it off [Verse 4: Nate Dogg] Nigga, that was dumb-diggy-diggy-dumb dumb Here them niggas come-kiddy-kiddy-come come I think a nigga sprung-spriggy-spriggy-sprung sprung Probably why he done-diggy-diggy-done done Yo' lady think I'm cute, I be knockin' her boots When she's away from home, she be swallowin' juice You thinkin' that's yo' son, but he ain't lookin' like you See the barrel of a gun – nigga, whatcha gon' do? Set it off [Verse 5: Snoop Dogg] Niggas pop mo' shit, while we drop mo' shit Continously, nigga, nigga please Slang yo' ki's, birdies and trees You can catch me and my niggas, overseas Shootin' the breeze, with a cute Vietnamese Or was she Lebanese? I think she Chinese It really don't matter, 'cause they all on they knees It's somethin' 'bout these motherfuckin' West Coast G's Make that cheese, when the cops come, you bet' not freeze Blast on 'em like the Genovese, they yo' enemies Lock you up and fuck you up Talk shit to you, beat you down, then cuff you up And leave you in a cell stuck (Damn!) I ain't got no money for bail, that's real as fuck (F'real) Tryin' to get a meal ticket and kick it Chill, catch a plane to Spain, or maybe Brazil On the real, can you feel me? [Outro: Kurupt] Yeah, yeah, set it off It's Kurupt Young Gotti Doin' it big, for all y'all suckers We set it off, Snoop Dogg! It's 'Tha Last Meal'! Last time y'all suckers gon' eat off my big homeboy We set it off! We set it off! West Coast