Intro: I think it's bout' time that we hit these n***as upside The head with some of that west coast Gangsta' sh......... ooh.....wee!!!!!!!!!!
1st verse: It's a whole 'nother day I'm back up in ya' Snoop d-o-double g I representa' Been away for a while but you all know I'm still doggystylin' on death row Got shit locked down Sewed up So if you plan on comin' out nigga hold up. This a stick up Dick up They got yo' shit on the shelf, oh mine is too And guess who they gon' pick up? Some niggas think they know they shit But they don't Some m-a's escape Some won't Bumpin' heads with niggas Where you from? East side long beach, nigga, 2-1 The homie just got paroled And he got more stories than the highway patrol Tellin' me about the money suge knight stole But I'll make that shit late Cause nigga I get swole Niggas tryin' to get in, to get out. Put me up on game tellin' me who gon' jack me But ever since I was a puppy Till I was paroled I never had no other dog pullin' on my chrome.
Chorus: Say snoop's upside yo' head, Say snoop's upside yo' head. (4x)
2nd verse: Niggas in the game be doin' way too much Akin' tough with this east-west coast stuff. See me I'm all about my money mane I stay fly and dry I don't get caught up in the rain Cuz game recognize game No matter where you from We all can get dumb, insane and Turn the party out Without a doubt Unless You them niggas who ain't got no clout Lbc and b what? Uh, my crew Cuz uh, we out there smokin' on the krazy glue Upside yo' head like oops Snoop's The shit, that you hear them bumpin' in the hoops. Can't afford it Homeboy This is finished I represented From v-a to venice So when it's timid And cold outside Rely on the doggy dogg To put the heat in yo' life
Chorus
3rd verse: It takes a whole lot To be number one I can't walk down the street Without my gun I can't trust these niggas fool It ain't no fun I'm sittin' up in court Cuz somebody got dumped What really counts is how the crowd bounce Go home and say Snoop rocked the parte' Nobody got kilt It's what got annouced I guess they got a chance to see dr. bombay But I keep my heat in case niggas get cold Warm you up with the sheet Zip you up and roll Now doggystyle records is now official Gettin' money at the pliz-ate with my initials Shippin' weapons overseas I'm makin' g's What who you make call enemies But i See nothing funny about Makin' money Cuz uh We all know it don't grow on trees So i Gotta' get what I gotta' get when I can Up homie in the mo'ning wit' the gat van Burning rubber down to get a new car So don't get jealous when you see me in the Double r.
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