[Produced by Dr. Dre]
[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
(Buck 'em)
Damn, this sh** sound low then motherf**er in my earphones
Alright, yeah that's it right there n***a
[Verse 1]
As soon as the ba** hits your dome
Snoop Dogg grabs the chrome
And gets in your system
Shootin off rhymes like a pistol
f**in your click off with this blow
This ho, that ho make me rich
Snoop Dogg please won't you break that b*atch
I'm back in the game gettin my dough
And f** any motherf**er that say it ain't so
Do it to em, D.O
Cause on the real, dog you the hardest n***a we know
We shakin em off, breakin em off
Shot him in his face and now they takin him off
Here's a shoutout to those with a plot out
Fool we should have got out, now you gettin popped out
I'm not out to diss but to get my chips
And smash, pa** with cash
And blaze the spliff now pa** the fifth
For real n***a did you hear me? Ya heard
You ran up and got served, ha ha
Now ain't that a trip (what what)
You need to get up off of that bullsh**
C'mon
[Hook: Sticky Fingaz]
(Buck 'em, Buck 'em)
Young beast to Fort Greene
Dirty or clean, n***a the money is all green
(Buck 'em, Buck 'em)
co*k it back, ya know me
Every n***a look the same behind a stocking cap
(Buck 'em, Buck 'em)
sh** on waisted
Rather see d**h then be locked down in metal bracelets
(Buck 'em, Buck 'em)
Don't make a difference
n***as in the hood is still broke and can't fix it
[Verse 2]
(Buck em), the scene is set (set)
And it's a million b**h n***as bout to straight get wet
I walk em all in the street
(Buck em), I cuff they hands and blind they eyes and hog tie they feet
(Buck em), with no remorse n***a cut em down
Love the way we shut em down, sh** it ain't funny now
Used to be my buddy pal, n***a wet and bloody now
n***a where your homies now, half them n***as funny style
(Buck em), it's bout to get sh**ty now
Doggy bout to get him now cause you better sit him down
n***a what up now, you act like a b**h
You bound to get f**ed you trick a** snitch
(Buck em), boy we on a rampage
Rippin up this damn stage, yeah it's still a G thang
Slammin doors, slappin hoes
Cuz f** videos, I get a hundred for shows
If you ain't got the papers
I ain't got the time to sit and chat about the motherf**ing vapors
Biach, don't even trip
You need to raise up off of that bullsh**
C'mon
[Hook]
(Buck' em)