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作词 : Dat Nigga Daz, Fields ... |
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Artist：Snoop Dogg/Tha Dogg Pound/The Dramatics |
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Intro： |
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We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West |
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I own this mother******* and my name is Taa-Dow |
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Y'all *************z know who I am y'all *************z tearin up *************t |
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But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht |
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Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg |
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The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics |
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Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg |
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It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go |
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I'm hearin mother*******s tryin to steal my flow |
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But it ain't no thang cause see my ************* Coolio |
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Put me up on the game when I step through the do' |
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Ya know, some of these *************z is so deceptive |
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Usin my styles like a contraceptive |
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I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt |
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It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack |
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So put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?) |
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Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now |
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Tell me what's goin on |
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It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones |
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Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes |
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and quit tryin to spit at my mother****** hoes |
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Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point |
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You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint |
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You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg |
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I'll scratch you off my ************* with my mother****** paws |
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Y'alls, *************z, better recognize |
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And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die |
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Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y |
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Chorus: |
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It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World |
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It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World |
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The Dogg's World |
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Verse Two: Kurupt |
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Well if you give me ten ******* then I'll ************* all ten |
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See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin |
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Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers |
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Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors |
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Ain't that somethin, talk *************t and I'm dumpin |
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I had your whole ****** block bumpin |
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Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China |
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Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this ************* behind ya |
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So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through |
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One-two, three, you can't see me |
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I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics |
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A ****** menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets |
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It's on again, it's on and poppin |
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All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin |
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I wanna see some panties droppin |
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I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton |
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(All I ever did was just use that hoe |
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Show her my *************ies, get with these, and kick flows) |
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I'm di*************n out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news |
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Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes |
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Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugs |
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and I smoke ****** for the ************* of it |
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Ruff and rugged *************t, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked |
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but it's manditory that I kick it |
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Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it |
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Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin |
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Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin |
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Hit the button, and light *************t up like Red Dawn |
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Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin |
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Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action |
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You really don't know, do you, you ****** wit a hog |
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You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog |
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Chorus |
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Verse Three: Daz |
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Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long) |
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Tell when (till the early morn) |
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It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the) |
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The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg *************t) |
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Diggity Daz out of the mother****** cut once mo' |
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So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow |
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I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat ************* |
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Till I die I'm still screamin that (******* ain't *************t) |
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Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about |
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the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum |
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As you groove to the gangster *************t |
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The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique |
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Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk |
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I can see and I can tell that's what the ************* you want |
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So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high |
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I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die |
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Chorus |