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点击复制Album by: Doggystyle
Artist by: Snoop Dogg
Verse one:
*static*
Pump pump, pump pump, pump pump, pump pump
Pump pump
Let the motion of your body be the key, cuz we
Be the motherf**kin g funk family
Now, Ill play the g in this deadly game
Snoop dogg is the name dogg pounds the game
If it aint one thing its a motherf**kin nother
Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother
Whether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuce
When I was locked up, I couldnt wait to get loose
Cuz back in the days, on the side where its at
A ni**a had to have a fat stack
And I was a fool, dont make me have to grab my strap and go
Rat-tat-tat-tat, ni**a slap to a motherf**ker face he fall
Cant none of yall niggaz see the doggy dogg
Cuz Im one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness
So shut the f**k up, and listen while Im kickin this
Chorus: (repeat 2x)
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my ni**a doggy dogg (pump pump)
Verse two: snoop
Now you can look to the sun, and spot the moon
And see snoop doggy dogg step into the room
With the g funk, he funk, she funk, we funk
Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a ni**a...
I come down with the wickedness
One rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!)
Close your eyes cuz you cant see me
I quit school cause of recess you f**kin b.g.
Im shakin up the party, like lodi dodi
Is he the dopest? ya betta ask somebody
When, then, send, some gin
And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin
In nineteen-motherf**kin-ninety-three
Im f**kin up every ni**a known in the indistry
Check this out, its a dogg pound thang
You know who I am you know my motherf**kin name, who am i?
(the s-n-double-o-p) nickname (silky smell) last name (d-o-double-g)
The behavior and the flavor that I found
Makes me wanna hit that a** up with the dogg pound
Chorus
Verse three: malik
Now just back up, dont act up, I pack up much heat
Any battle Im in, I win, I cant be beat
Dont sleep while I creep peep out my technique
I forgot, Im out of sight so you cant see the
Mc of the year, you hear and you fear
I got somethin for them niggaz in the front and the rear
I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride
Im satisfied now everything is really alright
You know when I come ni**a I come wicked
Dont need no permisison, motherf**ker ima kick it
Niggaz sweat my sh*t I wet em up with the biscuit
Lick em up shot, it dont stop, till dem all drop
Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks
Just stop, rottin on the next niggaz jock
Im strapped with my glock on your block
And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot
Chorus