L.T. Hutton - Usual Suspects lyrics

[Intro: Snoop Dogg] Ha, what ya got? (x4) [Verse 1: Threat:] It get hectic livin' life as a suspect Ferocious out there, wild as a grizzly bear Yo girl on a mission tryna jack ol boy for the cash Two ski masks, strapped, where the yay at? Ain't nothin' nice about the criminal life Knives and guns and the chains and the teens in gangs That done dropped outta school, he too cool To read a book, see nook, crooks wind up on the news The earth rattle, the over contaminated cattle The enemies sail across seas to do battle I know, I used to do those, now I'm retired I desire not to have my soul burn fire Everybody got a nickname and they clique bang Rumble you can hear it through the concrete jungle I spit it so well cause I see it all day Homemade, pushin' sledge, spittin' gettin' that Ladies say hey come close, I don't bite I go to cla** durin' the day and I work at night I go where I want and I do what I like I'm pursuin' doin' plumbin', layin' down pipes (that's right) [Hook (x2): Snoop Dogg] A million things run through my mind And you ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Time brings change and change brings time Just sit back and listen let me hit you wit a line That I wrote and I quote that it's dope from the top Please don't you quit, oh Snoop can't stop I rock non stop when I have that mic I give you motherf**ers just what ya like You can bounce, you can pop, but just don't stop Cause when I take the mic I plan to make your body rock And don't you quit and don't you spit nothing to me Cause you can't do me, why you talkin' madness you handed Your microphone to your mouth now You couldn't spit nothin' couldn't even turn it out, dumb a** You got jealous and the fellas got mad at you You couldn't do what the L.B.C. Crew do You couldn't do what the D.P.G. n***as do And you damn sure can't do what the L.A. zoo do Try to stay true and try to get wit this n***as since Dogg was on the mic I'm too sick wit this And when I come with some, boy I'm so ridiculous Now shut the f** up and listen while I'm kickin' this [Hook (x2): Snoop Dogg] A million things run through my mind And you ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time [Verse 3: Threat] k**in' up crews give 'em the real street blues Have 'em slidin' in they eel skins, groovin' in they tennis shoes Of course I don't stop, being a west side rider Wit no tattoos, that's how they got you I make conversations on rappers CD's And B.G.s and originals listen for the mission Behind the wall, raise the shot call Aimin' at the liberty blastin' artillery My mental mind state is to build and create And to weed out s**ers, cremate motherf**ers Mail through, put it down on your whole military Pen ink scary like d**h at 13ths [Snoop Dogg:] So all you alley cats get your eyes off the trash And beware the bow wow cause I'm bitin' at your a** And got you barkin' at the wrong tree, n***a Can't you see we got the whole game locked like the penitentiary, n***a [Hook x3] [Outro: Snoop Dogg] What you watchin' the clock for? Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin', slippin', slippin'... Me and my n***as just keep on dippin'... But I ain't set trippin' Yeah... Throwin' down y'all They f**ed around and let some dogs in the zoo I've never seen a dog at a zoo True... Oh yeah, west coast (We are party people, Dogg Pound Gangstas are party people)