Intro/Chorus:
Up jump tha boogie to the bang bang boogie
While you're bangin on ya baby OG's
That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang homey
If I'm hangin it's with DPG
*repeat*
Verse 1: Snoop Doggy Dogg
Some do the things that they do cos they dumb
And some do the things that they do for crumbs
I do mine for me ya see?
Not the big homey double O-G
Scared to do your own work, man that's foul
And that's the reason why I had to shoot you down
Because you never should've tried to work my Dogg
And the lil homey wouldn't had no reason to bump
Y'all know the game ain't the same no mo'
Lil G's keep heat so big G's freeze, geez!
Johnny Rockafella went to jail-er
Few many times too many and became a teller
They sell a n***a dreams if he want em
But they won't sell you the game to get up on em
Ya tryin ta find em cos you want em, they shook out
Get the book out and when the pitch come, n***a look out
It ain't hard to pump up the lil homies n***a
But it's hard for your b**h a** to get wit us
But it's steel, you put it in their head
That at 13 they better off dead (now they gone)
Chorus
Verse 2: Kurupt
Aiyo Snoop, why when n***as get into the bracket
Of makin loot, n***as want trip
Spittin like you 'spose to be from the hood
Show me love n***a or don't show me sh**
Feel the fever, million dollar male like Cole Severs
Made a non-believin man into a believer
Receive a cheque the next day, my homies say
"it's the way to get paid", DP's invade
I don't know why you wanna get on my back? (why?)
Trippin cos you know the bomb's at where I'm at
Well if that's the case you shoulda roll
Wit the PG instead of losing control (motherf**er)
This is how we do, Dogg Pound Gangstas in blue
Me, D-A-Z, N-A-T-E and Snoop
n***as from Sets be tryin to set you up cos you set in your ways
So ask DJ Pooh what pays
Chorus
Verse 3: Snoop Dogg
Just what we need, bangin on wax, another crip(what's up cuz)
What you gon' do n***a, jack the mothership?
You're like a actor wit another script
Predictable as Rambo wit another clip(busta)
How many n***as you gon' k** in your verse?
You need to sit down and learn to get down first
Cos, uhh, real hoo-bangers are toast-slangers
Not part-time FBI singers
n***as havin bad intentions, sendin BG's on a mission
One move too many, n***a you missin
Listen you f** wit the cyco-lic-no
Loony a** n***a from your H-doubleO-D
n***as got too flossy from all the sacs they tossin
But guess what it cost me, they crossed me
But before I give a n***a a 9
I'd rather give a n***a a mic and write him a rhyme
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