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[Intro: Snoop Dogg (& DJ Whoo Kid)] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [x3] Ahaha, yeah What it do? Niggarachi at it again Say what, say what, what, what? Smokin' on some o' that, Seth Green You dig? [Whoo, Kid!] [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] The Eastside villain is back, relax Adrenaline crack his whole fuckin' head open Nigga, this Rollin' (Rollin') Ridin' 7-5 like it's stolen (Stolen) And only eat the bird if it's golden (Haha, haha, haha) Dogg Pound wit' it, neighborhood hot boy (Boy) In and out the city got no pity for a cop, boy (Boy) Chucks on my feet like a nigga ain't made it Every single due in my life, I paid it Ride with my nigga on a daily, Crip shit crazy The East since Killa Cali raised me (Baby) Snoop Dogg, nigga, I'm the boss of this rap shit We da West, nigga, gettin' richer off this rap shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, I'm on my T-I-P, nigga, Eastside (Eastside) Gorilla on my mama, I'm a beast, right? (Right? Right? Right?) Uh, I'm goin' all in, guns on the table With 21 bitches in my stable (Biatch) [Verse 2: Bad Lucc] Yeah, yeah That's about Bad Lucc when they wanna hear that street shit (Hah) I'm on the corner with my foolies And I'm poppin' off a double stack Trippin', and I'm chunkin' up the East, bitch (Yeah) What the du-lo, like? Me and my nigga E used to ride the Caprice with the two-tone flights The word of wheels got in two more fights (Know about it, nigga) Five ones got me lookin' like I'm from the game I gives a fuck, it's what it is, nigga, that's on my name Yeah Scrap it out or bring the blapper witcha (Brah) Fat boy going stupid, bring bananas witcha Boy, tatted up, any nigga goin' after, homie Keep yo' mouth closed, ratchet on me (Hah!) The talk of the city on mama (Mama) Watchin' these goons; Big Poppa (Yeah) Stretch a sucka out like a mobster (Yeah) Breakin' up lobster (Yeah) Nigga, don't call yo' mama, call the doctor Hah! [Interlude: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, signed and sealed Prescription filled Any nigga on the West say they need a deal I feel what you sayin', nephew And, uh, my priority is the West So, stay hood, and stay street Come on, Loc [Verse 3: Daz Dillinger] Yeah, yeah, nigga, you know whassup! (West Coast) Who dat nigga that you love? Smoke, ride and count greens (Whassup?) Like Flavor Flav, 5000 and I'm Audi We da West (West, nigga), we lie and supply that pure pressure (Pressure) Dogg Pound, nigga (nigga), you know we blowin' the TEC's Because, you know [Hook: Snoop Dogg] You know we got that shit, we smoke You know that shit to blow your mind [Verse 4: Daz Dillinger] Time of the time and ass whippin' Pop and clap with the grip, (brrah), knock 'em down, who wit' 'em? (Uh) Get 'em, Daz (Daz), you know I'm on they ass (Ass) Like a Pitbull on necks, I shake and break 'em down (Get him, boy, get him, get him, get him!) You know I'm in the house (House) Any drama on my mama, nigga, you know I'm turnin' it out Huh [Verse 5: Damani] Suwoop, that's what I hear, home Damn? peach window on my cellphone My nigga Ace gone Feds doubtin' he was gettin' too much bread in the hood and so they stopped him Locked him, paid, you niggas fadin' on Hyde Park Broad day, they don't wait 'til it's dark I'm at the park posted with Fets?, all Mac and P wit' it Some real Inglewood OG's On me, the money, I'm on the turf wit' it Goin' hard, GQ, with some model bitches I don't even conversate if he ain't got no bitches And I ain't even talkin' if he ain't talkin' riches I don't keep a gun, my nigga Butcher shoots you (Brah) BR, hit a line, and run right through you (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 6: Problem] Yeah Come on Come on! Everything's dollars (what, what), everything's power (What, what) So we ain't stoppin' 'til, everything's ours (Yeah) I just slave hours, wanted chips galore If money ain't change you, you need to get some more (Nigga, baow!) Forever stay wit' it, look what the ghetto made Corporate meat smellin' like kush, yeah, the ghetto slave More melon fade, poppin' tabs Just a little, pocket full of cash, make the robbin' sag just a little All these fuckin' lives, they all know that I'm the truth to them (Uh, uh, uh, uh) Think that we ain't ballin' just 'cause we ain't choose to hoop with them (What) Stupid them, 'cause like in like real life we like minute to them (Hah) And I don't beef with rappers just in case I got to shoot and kill (Baow!) Banana colored Lambo, drivin' fast, zoom, zoom With my Hoover bitch to learn to suck it like a vacuum (Hi) On my ghetto shit, yeah, I pop that at the tattoo (Hey) Gave her ghetto dick, and my name she got a tattoo (Hah!) Hood as a Swap Meet but boujee as a rich kid Sayin' life's a bitch, I'm so happy that my dick's big (What, nigga?) Bitch (huh), I'm so happy that my dick's big (Yeah) Hey, bitch, come and lick this! (Compton!) [Verse 7: Soopafly] Yeah, DP, nigga, deal wit' it Same niggas on the block, you can still get it .4-5 or the pump, we don't clown with you chump ass niggas Tuck your jewels and hide yo' bitches Huh, swag on in the back of VIP Smokin' wit' yo' main hoe Lookin' like the same old Pimp ass nigga, got yo' bitch in check Lookin' at her like today, hoe I don't really play so, nigga, talk fast and quit Super dupe got smashed to get Please don't get beside yourself Whole Pound in the house Nigga, back the fuck up Get the chrome to yo' mouth Come on (Come on) Blaze the weed and keep smokin' Fake ass niggas keep hopin' Pimpin' and loccin' Niggas lookin' mad but he won't say shit 'Cause I got his bitch open [Verse 7: Kurupt] Now I keep the party poppin', never stoppin' Hear the Compton, when I cock it, you flock out with yo' pockets Bottle rockets, we ain't playin' with 'em Fans knock it off and get the cam Bodies layin' and decayin', niggas playin', stop displayin' Niggas sayin' block the Lamb' but I'm weighin' over bubble (Bubble) Weighin' over you, stop the K'in or the double (Now) Disappear, my nigga, who else disappeared, my nigga? And once disappeared, my nigga, this is here, my nigga (Ahh) Ask about yo' boy, you don't know, now you do The masked [?] boys will hit your board and hit you (Ah) I'm sick of all these imitators imitatin' us Gangbangin' cultures, slangin' ducks, poppin' Chains hangin', bullshittin' Niggas snitchin', niggas actin' like some bitches Bitches actin' like some niggas, line the figure whole base I'm all in the hoe face, I'mma let the hoe taste The big fat dick (dick!), treat it like a popsicle Let it drip, drip, drop, drop, drip, trickle My dick make a bitch tonsils tickle She'll chew on my dick, plastic? pickle And I'm tired of these busta ass wacks Stealin' no heart plenty actin' bitch niggas just like Bitch niggas just like, bitch niggas just like you [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Haha Blow the whistle on these niggas, man West Coast We da mothafuckin' West You bitch you Uh-huh Niggarachi Soopafly on the keys That's what it is, man 2010 Can you dig that? Uh Yeah Holla Yeah, yeah Holla Haha! Woo! That moafucka bangin' Now-Now-Now-Now-Now-Now let the beat bang