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  • 作词 : Snoop Doggy Dogg
    Intro/Chorus:
    Intro:(Snoop talking with homey)
    Homey:Ai Dogg, let me holla at'cha man
    Snoop: Wuz up home?
    Homey: Word is on the streets
    Your beats gone be delicate since Dre did shake the spea's out,
    man.
    Snoop: Delicate? Beats?
    So that's what makes me now?
    Man, I don't give a **** about no beat
    (Now let me shake that **** man)
    (I hear ya Dogg)
    (It's a cold, cold thing!)
    (It's a cold thing!)
    (For real, hmm!)
    I got more ****** tryin to get at me than the President do sometimes
    ****** be tryin to get at me cos I be droppin funky rhymes
    What the **** is goin on? This rap game is made to make money
    You ****** is taking the **** outta hand, actin' way too funny
    Doin too much, y'know I see it from the get-go
    What the ****'s goin on wit you ******, y'all tryin to play a low pro
    And tryin ta be hard and tryin ta be big willies or whatever they call it
    I guess it's time for me to act just like an alcoholic
    And step to the game, I'm a stumble in like I don't know
    And if a ***** say somethin wrong, I'm takin off from the get-go
    I ain't givin no room to try to get me first
    Cos I done been bombed on before and I'ma tell you, man, that's the worst
    Fifth in the world, but I'ma keep my thang together
    Cos I'ma keep makin money and hope everything is still together
    Havin papers, man, now what y'all ****** doin?
    All y'all broke on the corner, drinkin your drink, wanna be doin what I'm
    doin
    But don't get mad and don't be tryin to play-hate
    Cos, uhh, takin trips around state to state
    Representin, uhh, what y'all wanna represent
    But y'all can't represent it cos y'all got no dollars, no cents
    I'm movin on, groovin on and I'm movin
    Makin more moves than the average Cuban
    Tryin ta get G's across the town, tryin ta make more hits
    And tryin ta get my game tight and get at your *****
    Now if she wants to get with this, she gone come holla at a player, do'
    Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce
    And she wants to jump in, bring a friend
    Cos everything is like alphabet, come on in
    Come on in and bring a friend and you can come on back
    Cos when you do, we gone be sippin on some Cognac
    It's on me, I'm feelin good tonight
    Cos I'ma do mines and I'ma keep everything tight
    I ain't lettin nothin leak cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught
    And I can't get caught cos you know how they do it about that child support
    ****, *****es is cold on a ***** who ain't got his game tight
    Gettin 18-point-5 percent, half your life
    ****, I love my baby boy and all
    But I ain't gonna be payin no *****, no no, no way Dogg
    I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too tight
    I'm guaranteed to get away from some **** like dat, ain't that right
    Cos, uhh, when you play in this game you got to be the real player
    You can't be no fake ass ***** talkin about you wanna be the man
    Cos if you ain't with the game, the game ain't gonna be wit you
    And I can put that on everything including you
    Interlude: (Snoop talking)
    One of every five black males berfore the year 2000 will be detained or
    deceased
    No justice, no peace
    Yeah the truth hurts, we scared to go to church
    Look here, but don't cut it, gettin five points
    Step back for a second, I'm puttin less than five to this joint
    Hmm, if this is the bomb ****** gonna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics
    ****** be trippin but I'll be pimpin
    I don't be trippin off no ***** at all, no *****es
    Just tryin to get money, I don't even be trippin off no switches
    I used to like low-riders but now I like Eastsiders
    I put it down wit me and make a hit maker, y'knowhatI'msayin?
    I love the Lakers now cos now they got Shaq O'Neal
    It's time to make a million dollars and that's for real
    See we gone blow up and show up and throw up nuttin but Dogg Pound
    Give it to ya ta put it down and we'll be round to your town
    So just sit in your seats and wait til we come through
    Until we do just keep smokin grey and blue
    Or whatever you do just stay true to what you do
    Cos we gone keep doin what the **** we got to do
    Now, follow me now and listen to the instructions
    Cos the game's gonna get deep now, ****** is tryin ta creep
    Tryin ta get up on game but they don't wanna be down with the PG
    All of a sudden everybody wanna dis DP
    Now, what we look like?
    Makin y'all diss us, that ain't right
    I should get upset but I'ma stay composed
    Chill for a second, spit at some hos
    Drinkin my drink, smokin my dank
    Countin my bank, uhh that **** stank
    Stanky bank is what I got cos I'ma keep it
    And nah this ain't no **********in secret
    Interlude: (Snoop talking)
    Yeah, we're in drought season
    ****** lookin for a reason
    It's like thanksgiving without the feast
    Yeah the truth hurts, we're scared to go to church
    They got me runnin from my life, I'm jumpin gates
    They got dogs on my ass, but I'm a Dogg
    So I know how to alert and get wit dat ****
    The dog run up on me I give him a cold
    Like ***** back up off me
    He turn around and bite the police, hmm
    Game recognise Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes
    I slide in the back of a garage, dippin with this ho
    They run right past me, ask me 'Have I seen the suspect?'
    'Yeah, he went that way', now for the jack
  • 作词 : Snoop Doggy Dogg
    Intro/Chorus:
    Intro:(Snoop talking with homey)
    Homey:Ai Dogg, let me holla at'cha man
    Snoop: Wuz up home?
    Homey: Word is on the streets
    Your beats gone be delicate since Dre did shake the spea's out,
    man.
    Snoop: Delicate? Beats?
    So that's what makes me now?
    Man, I don't give a **** about no beat
    (Now let me shake that **** man)
    (I hear ya Dogg)
    (It's a cold, cold thing!)
    (It's a cold thing!)
    (For real, hmm!)
    I got more ****** tryin to get at me than the President do sometimes
    ****** be tryin to get at me cos I be droppin funky rhymes
    What the **** is goin on? This rap game is made to make money
    You ****** is taking the **** outta hand, actin' way too funny
    Doin too much, y'know I see it from the get-go
    What the ****'s goin on wit you ******, y'all tryin to play a low pro
    And tryin ta be hard and tryin ta be big willies or whatever they call it
    I guess it's time for me to act just like an alcoholic
    And step to the game, I'm a stumble in like I don't know
    And if a ***** say somethin wrong, I'm takin off from the get-go
    I ain't givin no room to try to get me first
    Cos I done been bombed on before and I'ma tell you, man, that's the worst
    Fifth in the world, but I'ma keep my thang together
    Cos I'ma keep makin money and hope everything is still together
    Havin papers, man, now what y'all ****** doin?
    All y'all broke on the corner, drinkin your drink, wanna be doin what I'm
    doin
    But don't get mad and don't be tryin to play-hate
    Cos, uhh, takin trips around state to state
    Representin, uhh, what y'all wanna represent
    But y'all can't represent it cos y'all got no dollars, no cents
    I'm movin on, groovin on and I'm movin
    Makin more moves than the average Cuban
    Tryin ta get G's across the town, tryin ta make more hits
    And tryin ta get my game tight and get at your *****
    Now if she wants to get with this, she gone come holla at a player, do'
    Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce
    And she wants to jump in, bring a friend
    Cos everything is like alphabet, come on in
    Come on in and bring a friend and you can come on back
    Cos when you do, we gone be sippin on some Cognac
    It's on me, I'm feelin good tonight
    Cos I'ma do mines and I'ma keep everything tight
    I ain't lettin nothin leak cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught
    And I can't get caught cos you know how they do it about that child support
    ****, *****es is cold on a ***** who ain't got his game tight
    Gettin 18-point-5 percent, half your life
    ****, I love my baby boy and all
    But I ain't gonna be payin no *****, no no, no way Dogg
    I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too tight
    I'm guaranteed to get away from some **** like dat, ain't that right
    Cos, uhh, when you play in this game you got to be the real player
    You can't be no fake ass ***** talkin about you wanna be the man
    Cos if you ain't with the game, the game ain't gonna be wit you
    And I can put that on everything including you
    Interlude: (Snoop talking)
    One of every five black males berfore the year 2000 will be detained or
    deceased
    No justice, no peace
    Yeah the truth hurts, we scared to go to church
    Look here, but don't cut it, gettin five points
    Step back for a second, I'm puttin less than five to this joint
    Hmm, if this is the bomb ****** gonna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics
    ****** be trippin but I'll be pimpin
    I don't be trippin off no ***** at all, no *****es
    Just tryin to get money, I don't even be trippin off no switches
    I used to like low-riders but now I like Eastsiders
    I put it down wit me and make a hit maker, y'knowhatI'msayin?
    I love the Lakers now cos now they got Shaq O'Neal
    It's time to make a million dollars and that's for real
    See we gone blow up and show up and throw up nuttin but Dogg Pound
    Give it to ya ta put it down and we'll be round to your town
    So just sit in your seats and wait til we come through
    Until we do just keep smokin grey and blue
    Or whatever you do just stay true to what you do
    Cos we gone keep doin what the **** we got to do
    Now, follow me now and listen to the instructions
    Cos the game's gonna get deep now, ****** is tryin ta creep
    Tryin ta get up on game but they don't wanna be down with the PG
    All of a sudden everybody wanna dis DP
    Now, what we look like?
    Makin y'all diss us, that ain't right
    I should get upset but I'ma stay composed
    Chill for a second, spit at some hos
    Drinkin my drink, smokin my dank
    Countin my bank, uhh that **** stank
    Stanky bank is what I got cos I'ma keep it
    And nah this ain't no **********in secret
    Interlude: (Snoop talking)
    Yeah, we're in drought season
    ****** lookin for a reason
    It's like thanksgiving without the feast
    Yeah the truth hurts, we're scared to go to church
    They got me runnin from my life, I'm jumpin gates
    They got dogs on my ass, but I'm a Dogg
    So I know how to alert and get wit dat ****
    The dog run up on me I give him a cold
    Like ***** back up off me
    He turn around and bite the police, hmm
    Game recognise Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes
    I slide in the back of a garage, dippin with this ho
    They run right past me, ask me 'Have I seen the suspect?'
    'Yeah, he went that way', now for the jack