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snoop dogg -woof (1998)
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# Posté le lundi 07 janvier 2008 15:38
Snoop Dogg feat.Steady Mobbin-Game Of Life(1998)
Grand classique, encore un son pure gangsta
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# Posté le jeudi 16 octobre 2008 07:58
Snoop Dogg - Slown Down Feat. Mia X(1998)
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# Posté le jeudi 16 octobre 2008 08:02
Snoop Dogg - Still A G Thang(1998)
Yeah yeah yeah I'm fin up in the corner in my
lowrider dogg. Ya heard me?
*Top dollar with the gold flea collar
dippin' in my blue Impala [DPG]*
*Repeats throughout intro*
[Yeah it's still a G thang]
It's time for all the lowriders out there
yeah all the dippers you like to get ya dip on
hit a switch or two, bang a corna' sittin' on threes
yeah right trip...
It's like 4 & to the 5 & to the 6 & to the 7
I once was told that all doggs go to Heaven
Well how ya been where ya been & what it look like?
My game trump tight especially when it bump like
four DPG's gettin' crazy
& No Limit is the label that pays me!
Ridin' 'round town layin' game down like Goldie
& I remember what my momma showed me
told me game recognize game
& stay true to what ya do & don't be ashamed
I got all my game from her sometimes I have to wonder
how I keep from goin' under I'm a cold muthafucka
I fall to my knees & thank God before I do my thang
I don't know why, I love to gangbang
See life ain't nuthin' but a twist anyway bitch anyway
you can say what you wanna say
Just don't get in my way 'cause I'm a mean old
Fiend know C know & P know see loc
We make music for the thugs and the bangers
and the bitches. Fuck you R&B singers
She want a nigga with his khackies hangin' real low
in a black rag Sixty-four hmm
Rollin' down the street lookin' way clean
bangin' that real shit nigga like Al Green
I'm headed straight to the LB
forget it that's what they tell me
Sell me everythang except some bullshit
and when it's time for the gunfight nigga pull quick
Cause ain't nothin' butter but us
and nigga you'll get wet up for fuckin' with my cheddar
It's cold outside nigga grab ya sweater
and that bad bitch you fuckin' with
nigga she get ya set up
Boy you done put all ya trust in that hoe
didn't ya see what happened to the President niggaro
livin' in a tight house big as the White House
You fucked around & stuck ya dick
in that white bitch mouth
What you talkin' 'bout? Fool I'm dirty like the South
and to be real I feel that's how I'm comin' out
Back on the hoe stroll highway pimp patrol
put ya cuffs on ya girl nigga let her off parole
Man nigga way cold with his game
What's his muthafuckin' name? Who me?
I'm the capital S I don't fuck with stress
N double O-P D-O muthafuckin double G
Coldest entertainer gangbanger since Alphonz Capone
Count money like Basie police try to chase me
Niggas try to replace me but you can't
I'm ridin' in a tank I'm blowin' hella dank
So whether ridin' in ya lo-lo or smokin' on some doe doe
spread the word and take the fo' door
The Last Don done hooked up with the muthafuckin'
King of the coast with the most here's a toast
and Snoop Dogg is the representer
through the niggas & G's through the LBC's
and the Calio projects Brooklyn to Queens
Chi-town woe now the Dogg Pound in the house
everytime we touch down right next to my hometown
D-town [Detroit] Eastside St. Louie [St Louie]
Spokane get ya money man tic-tock
Little Rock right next to Houston, Texas
home of Rap-A-Lot we like to jack a lot
gimme what ya got let me get that up out ya nigga
I got ya somethin' for the summertime while it's hot
and got the bitches posted up in the parkin' lot
and guess what she want the
nigga with the biggest nuts [Who dat?]
A nigga who don't give a fuck
Ya see niggas like me all we see is
money, power moves, and a bitch a week
And last but not least my nigga *B-O-Z*
much love from the N.O. my nigga Feel me?
and my little cousin D-A-Z forever nigga
this DPGC and oh yeah Dr. D-R-E
you know where I'm at nigga holla at me
get at me holla at me nigga holla at a dogg that's real
y'all niggas know what's happenin'
It's still a [DPG] thang
It's still a G thang
*Top dollar with the gold flea collar
dippin' in my blue Impala [DPG]*
*Repeats 'til end with adlibs*
lowrider dogg. Ya heard me?
*Top dollar with the gold flea collar
dippin' in my blue Impala [DPG]*
*Repeats throughout intro*
[Yeah it's still a G thang]
It's time for all the lowriders out there
yeah all the dippers you like to get ya dip on
hit a switch or two, bang a corna' sittin' on threes
yeah right trip...
It's like 4 & to the 5 & to the 6 & to the 7
I once was told that all doggs go to Heaven
Well how ya been where ya been & what it look like?
My game trump tight especially when it bump like
four DPG's gettin' crazy
& No Limit is the label that pays me!
Ridin' 'round town layin' game down like Goldie
& I remember what my momma showed me
told me game recognize game
& stay true to what ya do & don't be ashamed
I got all my game from her sometimes I have to wonder
how I keep from goin' under I'm a cold muthafucka
I fall to my knees & thank God before I do my thang
I don't know why, I love to gangbang
See life ain't nuthin' but a twist anyway bitch anyway
you can say what you wanna say
Just don't get in my way 'cause I'm a mean old
Fiend know C know & P know see loc
We make music for the thugs and the bangers
and the bitches. Fuck you R&B singers
She want a nigga with his khackies hangin' real low
in a black rag Sixty-four hmm
Rollin' down the street lookin' way clean
bangin' that real shit nigga like Al Green
I'm headed straight to the LB
forget it that's what they tell me
Sell me everythang except some bullshit
and when it's time for the gunfight nigga pull quick
Cause ain't nothin' butter but us
and nigga you'll get wet up for fuckin' with my cheddar
It's cold outside nigga grab ya sweater
and that bad bitch you fuckin' with
nigga she get ya set up
Boy you done put all ya trust in that hoe
didn't ya see what happened to the President niggaro
livin' in a tight house big as the White House
You fucked around & stuck ya dick
in that white bitch mouth
What you talkin' 'bout? Fool I'm dirty like the South
and to be real I feel that's how I'm comin' out
Back on the hoe stroll highway pimp patrol
put ya cuffs on ya girl nigga let her off parole
Man nigga way cold with his game
What's his muthafuckin' name? Who me?
I'm the capital S I don't fuck with stress
N double O-P D-O muthafuckin double G
Coldest entertainer gangbanger since Alphonz Capone
Count money like Basie police try to chase me
Niggas try to replace me but you can't
I'm ridin' in a tank I'm blowin' hella dank
So whether ridin' in ya lo-lo or smokin' on some doe doe
spread the word and take the fo' door
The Last Don done hooked up with the muthafuckin'
King of the coast with the most here's a toast
and Snoop Dogg is the representer
through the niggas & G's through the LBC's
and the Calio projects Brooklyn to Queens
Chi-town woe now the Dogg Pound in the house
everytime we touch down right next to my hometown
D-town [Detroit] Eastside St. Louie [St Louie]
Spokane get ya money man tic-tock
Little Rock right next to Houston, Texas
home of Rap-A-Lot we like to jack a lot
gimme what ya got let me get that up out ya nigga
I got ya somethin' for the summertime while it's hot
and got the bitches posted up in the parkin' lot
and guess what she want the
nigga with the biggest nuts [Who dat?]
A nigga who don't give a fuck
Ya see niggas like me all we see is
money, power moves, and a bitch a week
And last but not least my nigga *B-O-Z*
much love from the N.O. my nigga Feel me?
and my little cousin D-A-Z forever nigga
this DPGC and oh yeah Dr. D-R-E
you know where I'm at nigga holla at me
get at me holla at me nigga holla at a dogg that's real
y'all niggas know what's happenin'
It's still a [DPG] thang
It's still a G thang
*Top dollar with the gold flea collar
dippin' in my blue Impala [DPG]*
*Repeats 'til end with adlibs*
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# Posté le jeudi 16 octobre 2008 08:07
Daz ft Snoop dogg & Nate dogg - O.G(1998)
Snoop (daz):
Yeah, what ima do right here is take my time,
And dedicating this one to my niggas resting in peace,
And my niggas behind the wall.
See you when I get there, you know what Im saying? (really doe)
So drip with me as I go down memory lane.
Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener,
(1-8-7 aint shit but a misdemeanor).
Ive seen a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas done up,
Some rest in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed.
But it's a east side thang, a hoo ride thang,
(cause if we bang to the boogie than we boogie to the bang).
I bring you the motherfucking .38,
(just get the mc and the homie nate).
So we can slide, slide, slipperdy slide,
As I take you on a trip nigga ride (east side).
Nate (daz):
Do you remember back on the east side?
Where all us niggas used to love to ride.
We didn't care what we did,
Time was nothing to us we were just kids.
Times are different now, but you still get stuck,
Im not a kid no more, I just don't give a fuck.
So if you're thinking about coming and stepping to me,
Keep this in mind: Im a motherfucking o.g.
Snoop:
Lets speed the clock up and pass some time,
June 17th, 1979.
That's my first time being arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I aint going to confess to this shit.
I learned than from the gs,
A g is an overseer, the overseer sees.
More than you do cause he gets experienced,
And besides Im just a juvenile delinquent.
So I was gone, and Im on my way home,
My mommas going to get me, and I flee with (? ? ? ).
She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb,
We stop and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones.
She telling me that I didn't need to do what I done,
She said: "playing football should be your only fun son".
Im like "allright" so we enter the house,
Come up to the door and pops fired to the mouth.
I couldnt do nothing but cry like a bitch,
I looked at my momma and said: "damn, why you snitch? "
They put me on punishment but that didn't work,
Now wearing khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt.
And throwing up the neighborhood gang sides,
I do my first robbery and now I gotta do time.
Nate:
My homie told me one day he had a jack move,
He said: "come on nate dogg, it'll be smooth".
I agreed and said "come on, lets go and jack them fools",
Next day we were draped in the county blues.
I went and did a little time in the bucket see (seventeen years),
Saying to myself "ill never fuck with that nigga again".
Fore Im locked down I learned to be
What I am now and that's a motherfucking o.g.
Original gangsta
Daz:
I grew up in the city as a chap, faced the trials,
Never smiled, became a gangster in the meanwhile.
Youd find me swearing and lying, trying to be an o.g.,
Beating the shit out of niggas for guess, some hillfigers.
The man behind the trigger, committing robberies,
With the homies, no one could stop, nobody knew me.
Breaking niggas for showing, sucker niggas better know me,
Because we aint letting the bullshit slide no more.
Do your wear nigga and kick in your front door,
To let you know we can't take no more.
Feeling revenge, killing enemies, family and friends,
And let you pay the cost for my homies life, it's lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair,
And ask myself: "who the fuck should I really fear? ".
I ran around with the best killers,
Thug criminals and drug dealers.
Blasting niggas if they come near us,
(? ? ? ) with evil spirits, no one could help us if we could.
Knock on wood for good luck,
Serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now youve been struck.
Stood gangsta in a static gangsta mack,
A grown child laying niggas the fuck down.
Nate (daz):
Original gangsta (original gangsta),
Coming from long beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming from the east side...
Youre fucking with the pound, oh nigga please,
C-o-b.s can't see the d-o-double gs, [o.g.s... repeat 5 times]
Shout outs to my nigga mr. d-a-z,
Shout outs to my nigga mr. warren g,
Shout outs to my nigga s-n-double o-p,
Shout outs to my niggas c, style and me.
Snoop (nate):
Yeah, straight up, based on a true story.
You know what Im saying? it's a g thang baby (original gangsta)
You trick ass bitch!
Yeah, what ima do right here is take my time,
And dedicating this one to my niggas resting in peace,
And my niggas behind the wall.
See you when I get there, you know what Im saying? (really doe)
So drip with me as I go down memory lane.
Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener,
(1-8-7 aint shit but a misdemeanor).
Ive seen a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas done up,
Some rest in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed.
But it's a east side thang, a hoo ride thang,
(cause if we bang to the boogie than we boogie to the bang).
I bring you the motherfucking .38,
(just get the mc and the homie nate).
So we can slide, slide, slipperdy slide,
As I take you on a trip nigga ride (east side).
Nate (daz):
Do you remember back on the east side?
Where all us niggas used to love to ride.
We didn't care what we did,
Time was nothing to us we were just kids.
Times are different now, but you still get stuck,
Im not a kid no more, I just don't give a fuck.
So if you're thinking about coming and stepping to me,
Keep this in mind: Im a motherfucking o.g.
Snoop:
Lets speed the clock up and pass some time,
June 17th, 1979.
That's my first time being arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I aint going to confess to this shit.
I learned than from the gs,
A g is an overseer, the overseer sees.
More than you do cause he gets experienced,
And besides Im just a juvenile delinquent.
So I was gone, and Im on my way home,
My mommas going to get me, and I flee with (? ? ? ).
She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb,
We stop and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones.
She telling me that I didn't need to do what I done,
She said: "playing football should be your only fun son".
Im like "allright" so we enter the house,
Come up to the door and pops fired to the mouth.
I couldnt do nothing but cry like a bitch,
I looked at my momma and said: "damn, why you snitch? "
They put me on punishment but that didn't work,
Now wearing khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt.
And throwing up the neighborhood gang sides,
I do my first robbery and now I gotta do time.
Nate:
My homie told me one day he had a jack move,
He said: "come on nate dogg, it'll be smooth".
I agreed and said "come on, lets go and jack them fools",
Next day we were draped in the county blues.
I went and did a little time in the bucket see (seventeen years),
Saying to myself "ill never fuck with that nigga again".
Fore Im locked down I learned to be
What I am now and that's a motherfucking o.g.
Original gangsta
Daz:
I grew up in the city as a chap, faced the trials,
Never smiled, became a gangster in the meanwhile.
Youd find me swearing and lying, trying to be an o.g.,
Beating the shit out of niggas for guess, some hillfigers.
The man behind the trigger, committing robberies,
With the homies, no one could stop, nobody knew me.
Breaking niggas for showing, sucker niggas better know me,
Because we aint letting the bullshit slide no more.
Do your wear nigga and kick in your front door,
To let you know we can't take no more.
Feeling revenge, killing enemies, family and friends,
And let you pay the cost for my homies life, it's lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair,
And ask myself: "who the fuck should I really fear? ".
I ran around with the best killers,
Thug criminals and drug dealers.
Blasting niggas if they come near us,
(? ? ? ) with evil spirits, no one could help us if we could.
Knock on wood for good luck,
Serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now youve been struck.
Stood gangsta in a static gangsta mack,
A grown child laying niggas the fuck down.
Nate (daz):
Original gangsta (original gangsta),
Coming from long beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming from the east side...
Youre fucking with the pound, oh nigga please,
C-o-b.s can't see the d-o-double gs, [o.g.s... repeat 5 times]
Shout outs to my nigga mr. d-a-z,
Shout outs to my nigga mr. warren g,
Shout outs to my nigga s-n-double o-p,
Shout outs to my niggas c, style and me.
Snoop (nate):
Yeah, straight up, based on a true story.
You know what Im saying? it's a g thang baby (original gangsta)
You trick ass bitch!
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# Posté le vendredi 17 octobre 2008 06:22
Modifié le vendredi 17 octobre 2008 06:35
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