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アーティスト：Snoop Dogg  アルバム：Death Row's Snoop Doggy Dogg At His Best 

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[Bigg Snoop Dogg] You'z a fool fo' dis, yeah My dogg Hi-Tek, representin' Cincinnati, Ohio! Eastside shit, y'all know how we get down 7 dizzles a wizzle, Bigg Bow Wiggle's, up in the hizzle Fo' shizzle bizzle, here we go again Freshly dressed, I jump up in the mo'nin' tryna find some Zest Psyche, we like the Bom, somebody betta ring the alarm And hit the folks at the forum Let my homies off the yard I shall see the head nigga in charge Push... Bush outta office, dump 'til they get off us Make them offers, that leave niggas in coffins [Goldie Loc] Can you feel it my nigga, I'm 'bout to kill it my niggas Sound like guerillas, fo' real'a off gangsta government millas Coke killas, when it comes to off mic'n wit me I was branded in a gang, f**k havin' techniques Just ride, not a damn lettin' these fools breathe Pop peas, push keys, find a stash fo' yo cheese Is it possible that laws might get jealous Hell yeah they be hatin' on the 3 Good Fellas [Tray Deee] Over-dosage of ferocious, WestCoast in effect Bang straight gangsta shit, so you know it's on deck Hold and respect, cold as it get, don't wanna test Kidnap ya wife and ya kids, you get the message Insanity, commanded me to savagely spit Suffer casualties, challenge me, I handle it quick No talkin', C-Walkin', we chokin' the block off Lettin' the glock off And throwin' up DoggHouse [Hook: Nate Dogg] WestCoast niggas and we all in yo house Gang bang niggas we gon' turn this bitch out Eastside ridaz and we all in yo mouth Dogg Pound Gang we let the mothaf**kin' doggs out Nate Dogg, Goldie, Snoopy, Tray Deee Never loved a ho and run the "G-A" in me Always got a bitch, but never in the front seat Still the same let the mothaf**kin' doggs out [Goldie Loc] Yeah! it's about to get Crip'd out crazy Blast on all you suckas with the throw away to daily Don't you shoot that little mothaf**ka no mo' That ain't what he said when he hit the chest went through his heart, came out his elbow You shouldn't have been talkin' that shit bitch boy Sayin' the wrong thing against the real McCoy Didn't know I was a cold-blooded gangsta If you ain't ridin' wit us fool, we'll catch ya lata [Tray Deee] We exploded, reloaded and sewed it up Sprayed shots to the crowed, like a loaded pump Keep this mothaf**ka jumpin' 'til they close it up Then we dippin' wit a sip and some hoes to f**k Pour late, the hard way, ain't no bustas here So explict you can only get it



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