Da, da, da, da, da | It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg!) | Da, da, da, da, da
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Da, da, da, da, da | It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg!) | Da, da, da, da, da
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Da, da, da, da, da It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg!) Da, da, da, da, da You know I'm mobbin' with the D.R.E. (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You know who's back up in this motherfucker! (What, what, what, what?) So blaze the weed up then! (Blaze it up, blaze it up!) Blaze that shit up, nigga... yeah 'Sup Snoop? Top Dogg, bite 'em all, nigga, burn that shit up D-P-G-C, my nigga, turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah, we hookin' back up And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up Thug niggas, drug dealers, yeah, they givin' it up Lowlife, yo' life, boy, we livin' it up Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party fo' sho' Slip my hoe a 44 when she got in the back do' Bitches lookin' at me strange but you know I don't care Step up in this motherfucker just a-swingin' my hair Bitch quit talkin', crip-walk if you're down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope on this jet Out o' town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch, shut your trap Come back, get back, that's the part of success If you believe in the S, you'll be relievin' your stress Da, da, da, da, da It's the motherfuckin' D.R.E. (Dr. Dre, motherfucker!) Da, da, da, da, da You know I'm mobbin' with the D-O-double-G Straight off the fuckin' streets of C-P-T King of the beats—you ride to 'em in your Fleet- (Fleetwood!) Wood Coupe DeVille rollin' on dubs How you feel—whoopty-whoop—nigga what? Dre and Snoop chronic'd out in the 'lac (In the 'lac!) With Doc in the back, sippin' on 'gnac (Yeah) Clip in the strap, dippin' through 'hoods (What 'hoods?) Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood! South Central out to the Westside (Westside) It's California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang o' pub I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club With my jeans on and my team strong Get my drink on and my smoke on Then go home wit' somethin' to poke on (Wha'sup bitch?) Loc', it's on for the two-triple-oh Comin' real, it's the next episode Hold up, hey For my niggas who be thinkin' we soft We don't play We gon' rock it 'til the wheels fall off Hold up, hey For my niggas who be actin' too bold Take a seat Hope you ready for the next episode— Hey Smoke weed everday
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