Wonderwall

■ doggystyle - snoop doggy dog

bathtub

[Snoop and some girl are in a bathtub]

Uhh that felt good
Does it baby?
Yeah rub my back for me
Where do you want me to rub it baby?
Right here
OK
Ohh
Turn around
Aight check it out though
Why don't you put me on some music?
What you wanna hear baby?
Put me on some of that old gangsta shit
Aight
☆ding dong☆ ☆needle scratching☆
Damn! the fuck is that everytime i'm chillin someone ringing my
motherfuckin doorbell
You want me to get that for you?
Yeah, handle that shit for me
Aight, i'll be right back
What the fuck?

[diffrent voices say thigs to snoop]
Hey Snoop!
Yo, what's up Snoop Dogg?!

Hey, hey, hey Snoop, what's goin on?
What's up G-Dogg?
Ohh nuttin, tryin to live between this guy
I met tonight to have some dirt no way man
Right right
That nigga fucked about right about now Dogg
I'm about ready to get up out this damn
I'm ready to get his shit up man
With motherfuckin law after me
Punk ass bitches, sucka ass niggaz
I can't take this shit no more dogg
What?! Man you wanna get out the game, come on man
You can, smoke a pound of bud everyday
You got a big screen TV, man, you wanna give all this up?
You got the dopest shit out on the streets
Nigga, is you crazy? That's the American Dream nigga
Well ain't it?
Fool, you better come on in
Wait wait wait wait hold up Snoop
Hey nigga, I put five dollars on the weed
You better quit fuckin with me

[Dre] It's time to get busy in this motherfucker...
Like we always do about this time 



G Funk Intro 
featuring Rage

Intro:

Yeah....
This is another story about dogs
For the dog that don't pee on trees is a bitch
So says Snoop Dogg get your pooper scooper
Cuz the nigga's talkin shit
Aroof! ☆echoes☆

Verse One: Rage

I'm sippin on Tanqueray
with my my mind on my money and my mouth in the ganjahy
R A G to the motherfuckin E
Back with my nigga S N double O P
[Dre] Yeah and ya don't stop
Rage in effect I just begun to rock
[Dre] I said yeah, and you don't quit
[Snoop] Hey yo Rage would you please drop some gangsta shit
I rock ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs
Handcuffed as I bust bout to tear shit up
Oh what did ya think I, could never think I
Would be the one to make you blink out, I catch you like Inca
Never will there ever be another like me
Um you can play the left, cuz it ain't no right in me
Out the picture out the frame out the box I knock em all
Smack em out the park, like A Friendly Game of Baseball
Grand, slam, yes I am
Kickin up dust and I don't give a god DAMN
Cuz I'm that lyrical murderer
Pleading guilty, you know for my skills I'm about to be
Filthy large, Rage in charge
You know what's happenin don't try to play large
this ain't no Rerun, see hun, don't ya wanna be one
A cover, word to wreck ya, cause I never get my vocals
I'm loco, close to Constatanople, uhhh!
I'll make 'em go coo-coo for my Cocoa
puffin stuff, aiyyo Snoop, you're up
Let these niggaz know that niggaz don't give a fuck!

Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg

This is just a small introduction to the G Funk Era
Everyday of my life I take a glimpse in the mirror
And I see motherfuckers tryin to be like me
Every since I put it down with the D-R-E

Outro:

Foamin at the mouth and waggin his tail
Searchin through the yards with a keen sense of smell
Lookin for the business in heat
And when he find it he'll be sniffin her seat
We travel in packs and we do it from the back
How else can you get to the booty?
We do it Doggystyle, all the while we do it Doggystyle
Yo motherfuckin hoes!!!
He fucked the fleas off a bitch
He shaked the ticks off his dick
And in the booty, he buries his motherfuckin bone
And if there's any left over
He'll roll over and take a doggy bag home

Damn, that Tanqueray is talkin to a nigga
I ain't bullshittin, one of y'all niggaz gotta get it
Man I got ta piss
Breath test? 

Gin & Juice 


Intro: dre

☆man pissing☆
Heah hah hah!
Im serious nigga one of yall niggaz got this ass motherfuckin up
Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker
Steady long, steady long nigga

Verse one: snoop

With so much drama in the l-b-c
Its kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-g
But i, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
May i, kick a little something for the gs (yeah)
And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the partys still jumpin
Cause my momma aint home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
And, they aint leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we dont love them hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
Gs up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this

Chorus: repeat 2x

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

Verse two:

Now, that, I got me some seagrams gin
Everybody got they cups, but they aint chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the d-o-g
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
Who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And get to mackin to this bitch named sadie (sadie? )
She used to be the homeboys lady (oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these n-u-ts, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the dogg pound, feel the breeze
Beeeitch, Im just

Chorus

Verse three:

Later on that day
My homey dr. dre came through with a gang of tanqueray
And a fat ass j, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this aint no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah Im fucked up now
But it aint no stoppin, Im still poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, Im raisin up off the cot
Dont get upset girl, thats just how it goes
I dont love you hoes, Im out the do
And Ill be

Chorus

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]


Tha Shiznit
☆radio static☆
That was the Dogg Pound here right on W Balls
187.4 on your FM dial
You're tuned in to the biggest balls of them all
DJ Suk T Nutts
Aiy don't forget about my homeboy Eazy Dick in the jackoff hour
That's happening at twelve o'clock tonight
Right now we got some Snoop Doggy Dogg for that ass
This one is called Tha Shiznit
You're about to go downtown bitch
Right here on the station that plays only platinum hits
That's 187.4 on your FM dial
If you're lickin that's, W-Balls
☆static☆
Everybody's got to hear the shit, on W-Balls, W-Balls, W-Balls 


Verse One:

Poppin stoppin hoppin like a rabbit
When I take the nina Ross ya know I gota ta have it
I lay back in the cut retain myself
Think about the shit and I'm thinkin wealth
How can I makes my grip
And how should I make that nigga straight slip
Set trip gotta get him for his grip
as i dip around the corner now i'm on a nother
mission wishin upon a star
Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar
In the back of the limo no demo, this is the real
Breakin niggaz down like Evander Holyfield, chill
to the next Episode
I make money, and I really don't love hoes
Tell ya the truth, I swoop in the Coupe
I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops
But now I, make, hits, every single day
With, that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre
So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot
It's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop

Verse Two:

Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is
Snoop Dogg on the mic i'm about as crazy as Biz
Markie, spark the, chronic bud real quick
And let me get into some fly gangsta shit
Yeah, I lay back, stay back in the cut
Niggaz try to play the D-O-G like a mutt
I got a little message, don't try to see Snoop
I'm fin to fuck a bitch, what's her name it's Luke
You tried to see me, on the TV, youse a B.G.
D-O-double-G, yes I'ma O.G.
You can't see my homey Dr. Dre
So what the fuck a nigga like you gotta say
Gotta take a trip to the MIA
And serve your ass with a motherfuckin AK
You, can't, see, the D-O-double-G, cuz that be me
i'm servin um, swervin in the Coupe
The Lexus, flexes, from Long Beach to Texas
Sexist, hoes, they wanna get witht his
Cuz Snoop Dogg is the shit, beeeitch!

Verse Three:

Ahhhh, I'm somewhat brain boggled
So I look to the microphone and slowly start to wobble
Grab it, have it, stick it to the plug
It's Snoop, Doggy, I got a got a fat dub
Sack of the chronic in my back pocket loc
Need myself a lighter so I can't take a smoke
I toke everyday, I loc everyday
With the P-O-U-N-D and my nigga Dr. Dre
Lay back in the cut, like I told your ass
Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast
I got a little cousin by the name of Daz
And bitches who fuck him, gimme the ass
Cuz they know about the shit that we be goin through
And they know about the shit that I be puttin up
And they be knowin bout the shit I do when I'm on the mic
Cause Snoop Dogg is Trump tight like a virgin, the surgeon
Is Dr. Drizzay, so lizzay, and plizzay
With D-O-double-Gizzay the fly human being seein
No I'm not European bein all I can
When I put the motherfuckin mic in my hand, and
You don't understand when i'm kickin
Cuz Snoop is on the mic and I gets wicked, follow me
Listen to me, cuz I do you like you wanna be done
Snoop Doggy Dogg on this three two one, umm
Dum, diddy-dum here I come
With the gat and the guitar was strung, I'm
not that lunatic nigga who you thought I was
When I caught you slippin, I'm gon catch you then I peel your cap
Snapped back, relax
Ya better not be slippin with them deez on the '83 Cadillac
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this 



Lodi Dodi 
Domino motherfucker what's happenin?
Ahh nigga eat a dick nigga don't break my momma's nice ass table nigga
Yeah fuck that fuck what they talkin bout nigga
Rack them motherfuckin dominoes up nigga
Fuck that nigga just look look out for the table nigga
Fuck that
Aiyyo where's Snoop Dogg?
I don't know them niggaz went upstairs with that big booty bitch man
Ahh no he ain't bustin no nuts on my momma's spread
That nigga up there gettin his socks blown the fuck off
Gettin his ass chewed out
Better ask somebody
Balls licked up and down
Hell yeah
Aiyyo whassup with them niggaz that was on the TV dissin you?
Man fuck them niggaz, man I ain't thinkin about that old shit, man
Busta ass, HIV pussy-ass motherfuckers
Yo yo yo Daz, easy come, easy ☆blam☆ 


Yeah gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick
For those who don't like it eat a dick
But for those who with me sing that shit
As it go a little something like this

La Di Da Di we likes to party
We don't cause trouble we don't bother nobody
We're just some niggaz who're on the mic
And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic [right]
For all my Doggs keepin y'all in health
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
Cuz it's cool when ya cause a cozy conditionin
Which we create, cuz that's our mission
So listen close, to what we say
Because this types of shit happens every-day
I woke up around 10 o'clock in the mornin
I gave myself a strech up, a mornin yawn and
went to the bathroom to wash up
I threw some soap on my face and put my hands up on a cup
and said um "Mirror mirror, on, the wall
Who is the top Dogg of them all?"
There was a rubble dubble, five minutes it lasted
The mirror said, "You are you conceited bastard"
Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef
So I slipped off my khakis and my gold leaf
Used Oil of Olay, cuz my skin gets pale
And then I got the file, for my fingernails
I'm true to the style on my behalf
I put some bubbles in the tub so I can take a bubble bath
Clean, dry, was my body and hair
I threw on my brand new Doggy underwear
for all the bitches I might take home
I got the Johnson baby powder and Cool Water cologne
Now I'm fresh, dressed, like a million bucks
Threw on my white sox, with my all blue chucks
Stepped out the house, stopped short, oh no
I went back in, I forgot my indo
Then I dilly [dally] I ran through an [alley]
I bumped into this smoker named [Sally] from the [Valley]
This was a girl playin hard to get
So I said "What's wrong?" cuz she looked upset
She said um

It's all because of you, i'm feelin said and blue
You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days
I love you so, how much you'll never know
Cause you took your dope away from me
A-huh, a-huh, ahuh

Damn, now what was I to do
She's cryin over me and she was feelin blue
I said, "Um, don't cry, dry your eye
And here comes your mother with those two little guys"
Her mean mother steps then says to me "Hi!!"
Decked Sally in the face and punched her in the eye
Punched her in the belly and stepped on her feet
Slammed the child on the hard concrete
The bitch was strong, the kids was gone
Somethin was wrong I said, "What was goin on?"
I tried to break up, I said, "Stop it, just leave her!"
She said, "If I can't smoke none, she can't either!"
She grabbed my closely by my socks
So I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks
But um, they gave chase, they caught up quick
They started cryin on my shoes and grabbin my dick
and sayin....


Why don't you give me a play
So we can brake it down the Long Beach way
And if you give me that okay
I'll give you all my love today
Doggy, Doggy, Doggy, can't you see
Somehow your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your jazzy ways
Doggy Dogg, your love is here to stay

And on and on and on she kept goin
The bitch been around before my mother's born!
I said, "Cheer up!" so I gave her a hit
I said, "You can't have me, I'm too young for you bitch!"
She said, "No you're not," then she starts cryin
I says I'm nineteen, she says, "Stop lyin!"
I says, "I am, go ask my mother
And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover"
Yeah, uhh, tic toc you don't stop
And to the, ah tic toc and you don't quit
Yeah, tic toc and ya don't stop, and to the
ah tic toc and ya don't quit, beeeotch! 



murder was the case
Intro: (Mista Grimm's "Indo Smoke" plays in the background)

Ay ay Jaycee
Sup Aron?
Ain't that Snoop Dogg over there?
That that nigga with that blue coat on?
Yeah
Yeah oh yeah that's that nigga
Nigga roll up on the side of him man
Roll your window down
Man hand me my motherfuckin Glock man gimme another clip
Cuz I'm gonna smoke this fool
Yeah roll the windows down
Yeah, OK there you go
Ay man, you Snoop Dogg?
Snoop?
Huh?
Snoop Doggy Dogg?
Man he's Snoop Dogg
Man fuck that nigga!!
☆gun shots☆
Nigga man!
Get that nigga man!
Man get up fool man, get up man, don't be tryin to run man
Get up on that fool man, I don't give a fuck
What set you got now? Fuck you nigga!
Yeah nigga, whassup?
Nigga?
Yeah motherfucker
Yeah nigga, one less nigga
Yeah nigga, youse a dead motherfucker now

Verse One:

As I look up at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg
Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin
I stop breathin, damn I see deamons
Dear God, I wonder can ya save me
I can't die Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
"Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better"
How long will I live?
"Eternal life and forever"
And will I be, the G that I was?
"I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes my son"
My eyes are closed

Chorus:

Murder... murder was the case that they gave me
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me

Verse Two:

I'm fresh up out my coma
I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner
It's gonna take a miracle they say
For me to walk again and talk again but anyway
I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet
And everything that nigga said, came to reality
Livin like a baller loc
Havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a Benz, and bought my Boo-Boo a Jag
And now I'm rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad
"Just remember who changed your mind
Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass mine"
Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
Never have a want, never have a need
They say I'm greedy but I still want mo'
Cuz my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord, my soul to keep
If I should die, before I wake
I pray the lord, my soul to take

No more indo, gin and juice
I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know
them niggaz from the other side recognize my face
Cuz it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C
Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
Niggaz stare as I enter the center
They send me to a leval 3 yard, that's where I stay
Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor
Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off
Cuz you can't tell what's next
My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck
And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two
I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo

Chorus 2X

☆flatline noise☆ 



serial killa
Six million ways to die, choose one

Verse one: kurupt, daz

Its time to escape, but I dont know where the fuck Im headed
Up or down, right or left, life or death
I see myself in a mist of smoke
Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz
Anybody killa, you know what the deal is
Nigga, you know what the real is

I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me down
Sayin, yo daz, whats up with the pound? 
Is that nigga snoop alright? aiyyo whats up with the crew? 
Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through? 
I said, if you aint up on thangs
Snoop dogg is the name, dogg pounds the game
Its like this they dont understand
Its an everyday thang, to gangbang
Make that twist, dont be a bitch, let these niggaz know
Whats up with you I represent the pound and death row
And cant no other motherfucker in l.a. or long beach
And compton, and watts, see d-o-gs
Now, you cant come and you cant run, and you cant
See long to the g of the gang
One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest
Pump pump, put 2 slugs dead in your chest
Now you dead then a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, fuckin with the pound is

[rbx] suicide, its a suicide (4x)

Verse two: snoop doggy dogg

The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
Now you in the midst of the dogg pound crew
Aint no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do
Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh
Dont make a move for your gat so soon cuz
I drops bombs like platoon (ay nigga)
Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
Ill take you on a journey, and I promise I wont leave you
(I wont leave you) until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, thats when the mission
Or survival, becomes your every thought
Keep your eyes open, cuz you dont wanna be caught
Half steppin with your weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker fore you make me
Take this 211 to another level
I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam through the depths of hell
Where the rest your buster ass homeboys dwell
Well...

[rbx] suicide, its a suicide (4x)

Now tell me, whats my motherfuckin name
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa

(wake up in the morning, to lucky charms cereal)

Verse three: rbx

Deep, deep like the mind of minolta, now picture this!
Lets picnic inside a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets
And I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin chest plates
Open and release them guts
Then I release def cuts
Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck
Now everybody scream nuff respect to the x
Nuff respect given
Disrespect and you will not be livin
Word to momma, emma, drama, dilemma

[rbx] suicide, its a suicide (4x)

Now tell me, whats my motherfuckin name
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa

(wake up in the morning, to lucky charms cereal)


Who Am I (What's My Name)? 
Intro:

EeeyiyiyiyiyahtheDoggPound'sinthehou owwse (the bomb)
EeeyiyiyiyiyeahtheDoggPound'sinthehou oww owse
Snoop Doggy Do owww ohhhh oggg (the bomb)
Snoop Doggy Do owww ohhhh oggg (Dog)

Verse One:

From the depths of the sea back to the block
Snoop Doggy Dogg funky as the the The D.O.C
Went solo on that ass but it's still the same
Long Beach is the spot where I served my cane
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don't lose your grip
Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to fuck up shit
So I ain't holdin nuttin back
And motherfucker I got five on the twenty sack
It's like that and as a matter of fact [rat-tat-tat-tat]
Cuz I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Yeah, so peep out the manuscript
You see that it's a must we drop gangsta shit]
What's my motherfuckin name?

Chorus:

Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (yeah yeah yeah)
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb)
Da-duh-da-da-dah
Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (Dog)

Verse Two:

It's the bow to the wow, creepin and crawlin
Yiggy yes y'allin, Snoop Doggy Dogg in
the motherfuckin house like everyday
Droppin shit with my nigga Mr Dr. Dre
Like I said, niggaz can't FUCK with this
And niggaz can't FUCK with that
shit that I drop cuz ya know it don't stop
Mr. One Eight Seven on a motherfuckin cop
Tic toc never the glock just some nuts and a cock
Robbin motherfuckers then I kill dem blood claats
Then I step through the fog and I creep through the smog
Cuz I'm Snoop Doggy (who?) Doggy (what?) Doggy [Dogg]

Chorus:

Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb)
Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb)
Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyoyoyoyoyoyo

Verse Three:

Now just throw your hands in the motherfuckin air
And wave the motherfuckers like ya just don't care
Yeah roll up the dank, and pour the drank
And watch your step (why?) cuz Doggy's on the gank
My bank roll's on swoll
My shit's on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll
with the Dogg Pound right behind me
and up in yo bitch, is where ya might find me
Layin that, playin that G Thang
She want the nigga with the biggest nuts, and guess what?
He is I, and I am him, slim with the tilted brim
What's my motherfuckin name?

Chorus:

Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb)
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb)
Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (Dog)
Da-duh-da-da-dah
Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (the bomb)
Da-duh-da-da-dah
Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (Dog) (the bomb)
Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb)
Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg
Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb)
What is, his name? Snoop Dogg, and the Dogg Pound
(Dog) (the bomb)
Ohhh, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg (the bomb)
Yeah yeah (Dog) I know his name
C'mon Snoopy, c'mon Snoopy (the bomb)
And the Dogg Pound
Snoopy Dogg (the bomb) Snoopy Dogg
Snoopy Dogg (Dog)
(Dog, nasty dog, doggy dog) 



For All My Niggaz & Bitches
featuring Kurupt Daz Rage

Verse One: Kurupt

Well it's that slow flow D O double G nigga
See these other fools but you can't see me nigga
Who am I? [It's Kurupt motherfucker]
Do or die [We gives a fuck motherfucker]
So slow your roll I'm In Control like Janet
The loc est twenty one year old nigga that's on this planet
Take it for granted if ya wanna cuz I'm gonna
grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!!

Chorus: repeat 2X

So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit
Like we don't give a shit
Wave your motherfuckin fingers in the air

Verse Two: Daz, Kurupt

Now on a one, two, three who could it be
Comin with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three
So ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on up
And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up
Now can't nobody see me here or there
wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground
Cuz ain't shit for sale in the Coupe
with the beat flossin off gold D's
And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean
And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap
in your ass, for gettin us all fucked up
Now check it, it's a callin for niggaz like Doggs
who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin like hogs
(Yes y'all) Walk the Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all
Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball

I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this
Now how many bitches must get dick?
Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day
Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre
Cuz I grips mics, I rips mics in half
Hoes be comin to my flat so I can tap that ass

Chorus

Verse Three: Kurupt

You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick
So what's happenin? I'm cappin shit up like a Western flick
The kinpin of the clique, top notch
17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop
The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin to serve
the best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, cuz it's a murder fest
I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we
Another motherfucker, gettin served like some cavy
Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac
(plus I'm) rollin with two Glocks
Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt
Hellraisin like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin shit the fuck up
Slow your roll, like your legs was broken
Who's jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?
Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe
Runnin em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row
Mediocre motherfuckers die cuz I'm servin it
They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murderin
[Smokin indo, look out my window I suppose] Yeah
[Niggaz don't understand how we kicks diffrent flows]
(I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich
(Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched)
[Drop to your knees like a dog in heat]
Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques

Chorus

Verse Four: Rage

Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown
Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm puttin my weight down
And that's 175 pounds of beed
beatin yo' ass down to the concrete
Fool, act like ya know
I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so
What's a girl to do
Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?

[Snoop] Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we don't care
[Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
[Snoop] About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip bitch
[Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
[Snoop] That's why I can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my
[Dogg Pound] Niggaz don't give a fuck nigga
[Snoop] The clique i'm with, don't give a sheeit, ya know why?
[Dogg Pound] Real niggaz don't give a fuck

Chorus 



Ain't No Fun
Intro:

You're back now at the jack-off hour this is dj, eazy dick
On w-balls, right now, somethin new, by snoop doggy dogg
And this one goes out to the ladies, from all the guys
A big bow wow wow, cuz we gonna make it a little mystery
Here tonight, this is dj eazy dick, on the station that
Slaps you across your fat ass, with a fat dick

Verse one: nate dogg

When i met you last night baby
Before you opened up your gap
I had respect for ya lady
But now i take it all back
Cause you gave me all your pussy
And ya even licked my balls
Leave your number on the cabinet
And i promise baby, i'll give ya a call
Next time i'm feelin kinda horny
You can come on over, and i'll break you off
And if you can't fuck, that day, baby
Just lay back, and open your mouth
Cause i have never
Met a girl
That i love
In the whole wide world

Verse two: kurupt

Well, if kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch i'd always be broke
I'd never have no motherfuckin indo to smoke
I gets loced and looney, bitch you can't do me
Do we like bbd, you hoochie groupie?
I have no love for hoes
That's somethin i learned in the pound
So how the fuck am i supposed
To pay this hoe, just to lay this hoe
I know the pussy's mines, i'ma fuck a couple more times
And then i'm through with it, there's nothing else to do with it
Pass it to the homie, now you hit it
Cause she ain't nuthin but a bitch to me
And y'all know, that bitches ain't shit to me
I gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention
Approach it with a different proposition, i'm kurupt
Hoe you'll never be my only one, trick ass beeeitch!

Chorus: (repeat 4x)

It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

Verse three: snoop doggy dogg

Guess who back in the motherfuckin house
With a fat dick for your motherfuckin mouth
Hoes recognize, niggaz do too
Cuz when bitches get skanless and pull a voodoo
What you gon do? you really don't know
So i'd advise you not to trust that hoe
Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch
Knowin damn well, i'm too caught up with my grip
Now as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger
How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga named snoop
Doggy, i'm all the above
I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes
But see, it ain't no fun, if my homies can't get a taste of it
Cause you know i don't love em

Verse four: warren g

Whoa!
Hey, now ya know, inhale, exhale with my flow
One for the money, two for the btiches
Three to get ready, and four to hit the switches
In my chevy, six-fo' rad to be exact
With bitches on my side, and bitches on back
So back up bitch cuz i'm strugglin, so get
Off your knees and then start jugglin
These motherfuckin nuts in your mouth
It's me, warren g the nigga with the clout
Whoo!

Chorus



doggy dogg world

Intro:

Wed like to welcome yall to the fabulous carolina west
I own this motherfucker and my name is taa-dow
Yall niggaz know who I am yall niggaz tearin up shit
But we got somethin old, and somethin new for yall tongiht
Put your hands together for snoop doggy dogg
The dogg pound, and the fabulous dramatics

Verse one: snoop doggy dogg

Its like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
Im hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow
But it aint no thang cause see my nigga coolio
Put me up on the game when I step through the do
Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive
Usin my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havnt learnt
Its the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
So put your gun away, run away, cuz Im back (why? )
Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now
Tell me whats goin on
It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes
And quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes
Seakin of hoes, Ill get to the point
You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint
Youse a flea and Im the big dogg
Ill scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws
Yalls, niggaz, better recognize
And see where Im comin from its still east side till I die
Why ask why? as the world keeps spinning to the d-o-double-g-y

Chorus:

Its a crazy mixed up world, its a doggy dogg world
Its a doggy dogg world, its a doggy dogg world
The doggs world

Verse two: kurupt

Well if you give me ten bitches then Ill fuck all ten
See my homey snoop doggy sippin juice and gin
Dont slip, Im fo to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin flavor like life savors
Aint that somethin, talk shit and Im dumpin
I had your whole fuckin block bumpin
Dont sweat, but check the tecnique, Im unique like china
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, Im coming through
One-two, three, you cant see me
Im a g like that strapped with hit hard tactics
A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets
Its on again, its on and poppin
All I see is green, so there aint no stoppin
I wanna see some panties droppin
Im comin from l.a., she used to chill with dre up in compton
(all I ever did was just use that hoe
Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)
Im dishin out blues, Im upsetting like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes
Kurupt, the names often marked for catchin slugs
And I smoke weed for the fuck of it
Ruff and rugged shit, its unexplanitory how I gets wicked
But its manditory that I kick it
Check it, Im runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it
Hoes call me sugar ray for the way I be stickin and movin
Prepare for a war, its on, Im head huntin
Hit the button, and light shit up like red dawn
Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin
Murderin with rhymes packin tec-9s for some action
You really dont know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog
You cant do me, Im goin out looney like o-dog

Chorus

Verse three: daz

Tha dogg pound rocks the party (all night long)
Tell when (till the early morn)
It dont stop (and uh) it dont quit (for the)
The dogg pound clique (to drop the cavvy dogg shit)

Diggity daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo
So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick
Till I die Im still screamin that (bitches aint shit)
Now Im the mack daddy, had he, not known about
The city where Im from, dum diddy dum
As you groove to the gangster shit
The d-o-double-g the p-o-u-n-d, the gangsta clique
Now as the pound break it down with the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell thats what the fuck you want
So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high
I promise Ill smoke chronic till the day that I die

Chorus

Gz And Hustlas
Chorus:

This is for the Gz and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz
This is for the Gz and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz

Verse One:

Freeze at ease now let me drop some more of them keys
It's 19 9 tre so let me just play
it's Snoop Dogg I'm on the mic I'm back with Dr. Dre
But this time I'ma hit yo' ass with a touch
To leave motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back relax new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second, and I'm still checkin
The dopest motherfucker that ya hearin on the record
it's me, ya see, S-N-double-O-P
D-O-double-G-Y, the D-O-double-G
I'm fly as a falcon, soarin through the sky
And I'm high till I dizzie, rizzide
So check it, I get busy, I make your head dizzy
I blow up your mouth like I was Dizzy Gillespie
I'm crazy, you can't phase me
I'm the S oh yes, I'm fresh, I don't fuck with the stress
I'm all about the chronic, bionic ya see
Every single day, chillin with the D-O-double-G's
P-O-U-N-D that's my clique, my crew
Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up
I thought ya knew, but yet and still
Ya wanna get real, now it's time to peel, ya say chill
and feel, the motherfuckin realism
Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic i'm hittin hard as steel nigga

Chorus

Verse Two:

How many hoes in your motherfuckin group
Wanna take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, DeVille
Chill, as i take you on a trip
where them niggaz ride, and slide, you know about the East Side
Niggaz like myself, here to show you where it's at
With my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back
Papers I stack daily, and Death Row is still the label that pays me
but you know how that goes
We flow toe for toe, if you ain't on the Row
Fuck you and your hoe, really doe, so check it
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip
Still clockin grip, and really don't give a sheeit
about nuttin at all, just my Doggs, steppin through the fog
and i'm still gonna fade em all
With the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin
How many hoes in ninety-four will I be bangin?
Every single one, to get the job done
As I dip, skip, flip, right back to two one
Where the sun be shinin and i be ryhmin
It's me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and I'm climbin

Chorus

Verse Three:

I come creepin through the fog with my saggin Dukes
East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeBille
I'm rollin with the G Funk, bumpin in my shit and it don't quit
So drop it on the one motherfucker put together that set
A nigga with a grip of that gangsta shit
With the Eastside hoes on my motherfuckin dick
And the Compton niggaz all about to set trip
Swing it back, bring it back, just like this
And if you with my shit, then blaze up another spliff
And keep the motherfuckin blunt in your pocket loc
Cuz Doggy Dogg is all about the zig zag smoke
See it's a West coast thing, where I'm from
And if you want some, get some, bad enough, take some
But watch the gun by my side
Because it represents me and the motherfuckin East Side
So bow down to the bow wow, cause bow wow
yippie yo, you can't see my flow
My shit is dope, original, now you know
And can't no hood fuck with Death Rizzow

Chorus 

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■ [食人エントリ]船中の祈り 22:44

　その船が豪華客船で無いことは一目瞭然なのだが、壮大な奴隷船というわけでもなさそうだった。天国のように快適ではないが、地獄のような耐え難い場所でもない。目的地はどこなのか、どのような運航予定なのか、すべては謎であり未知である。航路の先に答えがあるのかも知れないが、それを保障するものもない。未だ見ぬ大海原に漕ぎ出す冒険の船出かもしれないし、あてもなく永遠にさまよい続ける難破船かもしれない。ふと不安を感じ、船内の散策を試みたのだが、その船はあまりに大きく、どの客室も同じような人間で溢れていて身動きがとれず、とても操縦室には行き着けないだろうし、誰が何の目的で運行している船なのかを知る手掛かりすら見当たらない。人々はただその巨大な船に乗っているだけなのだ。何故ならそれは人々が子供の頃から取り組んでいたゲームにおける最善の選択の結果だったからである。許された選択肢の中から常に最も上位にあるものを選択してきた結果、人々はその船に乗り合わせたのだ。他の船のことはよくわからないし、同じ船にどれだけの人間が乗っているのかもわからない。ただ目の前の課題にベストを尽くし、余所見をせずに努力してまっすぐ進んできた結果である。恥ずかしいことや後ろめたいことなどなかったはずだ。ならばもっと胸を張るべきなのだが、なにか漠然とした不安がぬぐえないのは何故なのだろうか。ふと思い立ち、自分の心の不安を解き明かそうとしたその瞬間、ある可能性が脳裏に浮かんだ。あまりに忌まわしき想像だったのですぐに打ち消そうとしたのだが、強烈なイメージが心に刺さってしまった。口に出すのも、考えることすらはばかれるような、本能的な違和感を感じて吐き気がした。船内のバーカウンターには豊富な酒が用意してあったので、ストレートのウイスキーを身体の中に流し込み、その恐怖をなんとか麻痺させることができた。もう寝よう。明日も早い。

　寝床に入り、麻痺した頭で今できるベストな行動を模索してみた。しかし残された選択肢はもう祈るくらいしかなかった。生まれてはじめてその事実を痛感した。涙が出てきた。それでも祈らないよりはマシだと思い、全力で祈った。

『どうかこの船が、食肉運搬用の船ではありませんように。』

　しかし最後の祈りも安楽を与えてはくれなかった。それどころかさらなる絶望に襲われることとなった。

　いったい私は何に対して祈ればいいのだろうか。

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■ ガチ食人ｷﾀ 22:49

人を食べる人間を題材にした本を執筆し、魔法も使えるというメキシコ人作家が、（実生活で）元恋人の女性を絞殺し、遺体の一部を揚げて食べるという事件が発生した。検察当局が１５日に明らかにした。

　警察が先週、ホセ・ルイス・カルバ容疑者のアパートを家宅捜索したところ、食卓の上で食器類とともに、油で揚げた人間の肉が乗った皿を発見した。さらに冷蔵庫にも人間の肉、シリアルの箱からは人間の骨が見つかった。

　メキシコ市の検察当局者は、記者会見で「男（容疑者）が人間の肉を食べたと仮定しても全く差し支えない」と述べた。

　カルバ容疑者は、警察がアパートに突入した際に逃げようとしてベランダから転落し負傷、現在病院で治療を受けている。

　検察側は、同容疑者が過去２年間に別の女性２人も絞殺し、遺体を切断した疑いがあるとみている。

　同容疑者は、自作の詩を路上で売って生計を立てていたとみられており、アパートからは、人を食べる人間を題材にした書きかけの本が見つかっている。（ロイター）

食人小説家、殺した恋人を揚げて食べる　メキシコ - MSN産経ニュース

■ よくわからないけど食人でなんか書けばいいのね？ 00:18

説明がわかりにくいよ新参者に冷たすぎだよおまえら食っちまうぞｺﾉﾔﾛｰ

■ Wonderwall 06:50

Today is gonna be the day

That they're gonna throw it back to you

By now you should've somehow

Realized what you gotta do

I don't believe that anybody

Feels the way I do about you now

Backbeat the word was on the street

That the fire in your heart is out

I'm sure you've heard it all before

But you never really had a doubt

I don't believe that anybody feels

The way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk along are winding

And all the lights that lead us there are blinding

There are many things that I would

Like to say to you

I don't know how

Because maybe

You're gonna be the one who saves me ?

And after all

You're my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day?

But they'll never throw it back to you

By now you should've somehow

Realized what you're not to do

I don't believe that anybody

Feels the way I do

About you now

And all the roads that lead to you were winding

And all the lights that light the way are blinding

There are many things that I would like to say to you

I don't know how

I said maybe

You're gonna be the one who saves me ?

And after all

You're my wonderwall

I said maybe

You're gonna be the one who saves me ?

And after an

You're my wonderwall

Said maybe

You're gonna be the one that saves me

You're gonna be the one that saves me

You're gonna be the one that saves me