Hey Snoop! What's up?
So here's the topio, so Nick
And Lucky Luciano 'bout to sing soprano
And I know, I know, the way you feel
And baby bubba, we gon' keep it on the real
Just to get you caught up in amazement
We puffin' on cubans, so it might get dangerous
Now when it dizzle, you can sit on bizzack
And let the bizzow whizzow ride the twizzack (ha ha!)
Now how you feelin'? I'm at the ceilin'
I'm ridin' like a villain, makin' a killin'
I'm thrillin' the crowd with my new hairdo
Outfits from you (what?)
Fifty dollar socks, hundred thousand dollar shoes
Man, I get a blues to the sucker MCs
Who you be? You know who I be
Young nigga, I'm the Doggfather
Yeah, come on, yeah, get dogg
Yeah, yeah, come on, yeah, come on, yeah, come on
Snoop Dogg, get dogg, Doggfather
Come on, come on, come on
Let's make a move for this paper (yo, what we want, dogg?)
We gots to get paid, makin' paper all y'all
I mean I step to the stage in my G-boy stance
And kick a few rhymes to make your girls wanna dance
I'm so fly like a dove, I come from up above
You trippin' on your girl 'cause she showed me love
Nigga, don't beat her, 'cause if you beat her, you don't need her
You lay your hands on baby, watch how fast they take your freedom
I delete 'em, and don't mistreat 'em, I stay up on 'em
But that's one to grow on, let me flow on
You can rock to the rhythm, you see
Or you can rock to the rhythm of me, me, me
But when you do your thing, make sure you do your thing
On the hang, and everything is everything
Man, I'm on this paper chase
Like them white boy DAs was on the case
But you know I ain't tryin' to floss
But a murder was the murder was the case that they lost
I'm the Doggfather
Come on, yeah, come on, come on
Somebody say hell yeah! (Hell yeah)
Say hell yeah! (Hell yeah)
Do anybody in the house remember?
Come on, come on, yeah, come on, yeah, come on, come on
Now, do anybody in the house remember (remember what?)
When it wasn't no Snoop Dogg? (Hell yeah!)
It wasn't no rappers hollerin' 'bout LBC
Am I trippin' y'all? (Hell naw!)
Now, when I grow up, I wanna be like Snoop
Have prestigious women and stay true from the beginning
In and out of the flyest hotels
They say your family don't know me?
Hold on, homie, that's promo and fo' mo'
Tales, tales, scales and jails
Success before death, no one in my clique fails
And we fails with the almighty fatherly
Exceedin' to give our peoples what they need
And it ain't no party like this kind
So you can leave your worries for his eye
But I'ma get back to the grist side
Snoop D-O-double-G, I'm comin' back for Mizzy
And I'm the Doggfather
Oowee, yeah!
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