How to Pronounce Acnothin

Sun is down, freezin' cold That's how we already know winter's here My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else I tried to show 'em, yeah I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Gone on you with the pick and roll Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot (Gimme the loot!) Was off the Remy, had a Papoose Had to hit my old town to duck the news Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose Some-some-some, someone said To win the retreat, we all in too deep P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said) To win the retreat, we all in too deep P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah) This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue All of these hoes I made off records I produced I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group Hit my esés, I need the bootch 'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too" In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke (Don't stop, pop that pussy!) Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof (uh) She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon" We ain't even make it to the room She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool Now I got her open, it's just the Goose Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said) Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue Someone said (playin' for keeps) Someone said, motherfuck what someone said (Don't play us for weak) Yeah Astro Yeah, yeah Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up (Ay, ay) She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah) Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hands I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy, yeah Like a light, ayy Slept through the flight, ayy Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man This shit got double bedroom, man I still got scores to settle, man I crept down the block (down the block), made a right (yeah, right) Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the price (yeah) Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah), it's on sight (yeah, what?) Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man) Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah) That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah) Lost my respect, you not a threat When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!) See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy) Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinnin' Valley Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?) Like where is he? (Yeah, what?) No one seen him (yeah, yeah) I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah) She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo!) I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land Had me out like a light, like a light Like a light, like a light Like a light (yeah), like a light Like a light Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah He said, "Keep that on lock" I said, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit!) LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt) We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah Shawty in the back She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God) Ain't by the book, yeah This how it look, yeah 'Bout a check, yeah Just check the foots, yeah Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah) Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah

Eee-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah The Dogg Pound's in the house (the bomb) Eee-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah The Dogg Pound's in the house Snoop Doggy, Dogg (the bomb) Snoop Doggy, Dogg (Dogg) 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 'caine 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 nothin' back And motherfucker I got five on the 20 sack It's like that and as a matter of fact (ra-ta-tat-tat) 'Cause 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? Snoop Doggy, Dogg (yeah, yeah, yeah) Snoop Doggy, Dogg (the bomb) Da-da-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dah (Dogg) It's the bow to the wow, creepin' and crawlin' Yiggy yes y'allin, Snoop Doggy Dogg In the motherfuckin' house like every day Droppin' shit with my nigga Mr. Dr. Dre Like I said, niggas can't fuck with this And niggas can't fuck with that Shit that I drop 'cause 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 bloodclaats Then I step through the fog and I creep through the smog 'Cause I'm Snoop Doggy (who?) Doggy (what?) Doggy (Dogg) Snoop Doggy, Dogg Snoop Doggy, Dogg (the bomb) Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay Bow wow wow yippie-yo (the bomb) Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yo-yo-yo Now just throw your hands in the motherfuckin' air And wave the motherfuckers like ya just don't care (Dogg) Yeah, roll up the dank, and pour the drank And watch your step (why?) 'cause 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? Snoop Doggy, Dogg (the bomb) Snoop Doggy, Dogg Snoop Doggy, Dogg (the bomb) Snoop Doggy, Dogg (Dogg) Da-da-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dah (the bomb) Da-da-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dah (Dogg) (the bomb) Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg (the bomb) Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay (the bomb) What is, his name? (Dogg) Snoop Dogg, and the Dogg Pound (the bomb) Oh-oh yeah, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg (the bomb) Yeah, yeah (Dogg) I know his name Come on Snoopy, come on Snoopy (The bomb) and The Dogg Pound Snoopy Dogg (the bomb) Snoopy Dogg Snoopy Dogg (Dogg) (Dog, nasty dog, doggy dog)

I was chilling, Right around my way, 21st Eastside of the Beach, This mother fucker ran up on me, Talkin' shit with his homies, Like he was a straight G, Askin' where I'm from While he runnin' up, Gang bang my set on every one of 'em, Something son they just won't change, Fools don't respect nothin' but the gang bang, What's seen is what's on, Dog is the law I had you niggas runnin' like a marathon, Lil' G's tryin to creep on the ease wit' it, Talkin' 'bout they gon get my chain And they gon leave wit' it, But they don't know, Once they get close It's tic tac toe, Three mother fuckers laid on the flo' (watch out, watch out) Yea, this happened yesterday On the west they spray, I heard a ese say, he said Vato, you won't believe what I saw, I saw this pack of guys and they act real hard (And what they do?) They twist they fingers, say you know who we are, He say I don't give a fuck, I Snoop Doggy Dogg They keep talkin' then it went too far, So Snoopy he went straight to the trunk of his car, ( And what he get?) He got his gun and they start runnin' hard, He started firing and then he just charged, Run nigga run nigga Duck nigga duck nigga Run motherfucker run Run motherfucker run Run nigga run nigga Duck nigga duck nigga Run mother fucker run I didn't mean to hit what I hit, Now that's three mother fuckers dead And I ain't seen shit, But these niggas will scream a plea, But for a G like me It's just a case, really you could see, I crack the mack back and pop off rollin', And smack ya neck back you drop off fallin', I haven't seen my momma in a week, And she ain't even ran her mouth about me, Fuck that, I don't give a fuck about the law, Niggas say they wanna brawl, You would think that they were brods, Believin' all the things that you never saw, In it ya'll, been a Dogg, smoke you like a menethol, You think you know, but this can't go, You think you'll blow, on my door, What the fuck, No, See these niggas proceed with speed, So feel the need to bleed, All you hear my enemies goin' I wouldn't be the nigga that I am, If I didn't pop niggas in they mouth, God Damn, And Snoop will keep one foot on the streets, And leave 'em covered in sheets, Run wit' dem niggas wit da heat, Ya never seen a thug like this, Ya never seen a dub like me, And I ain't weak fo war and peace, In fact I could be Beast of the East, Mother fucka, I never hesitate to blaze, A nigga really tryin' to change his ways, We gotta move our team, Cuz my people is screamin' that we need mo' For funnel is illegal, Ba-ba-bang on this song, Make it feel like a drive by, It's a shame but somebody gotta die, They say it happens state to state, But when I mob in LA, All I hear the ese's say, (They go) Snoop Dogg him bust gun shots, Skate board P they say him bust gun shots DPG them bust gunshots BBC ya know them bust gun shots Come again now, Snoop Dogg him bust gun shots Skate board P you know him bust gust gun shots, Come again now, BBC them bust gun shots, DPG see you know dem bust gun shots Run motherfucker Run motherfucker

Look, I was gonna go easy on you Not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes) Just a feeling I've got Like something's about to happen But I don't know what If that means what I think it means We're in trouble, big trouble And if he is as bananas as you say I'm not taking any chances You are just what the doc ordered I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough To slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot But for me to rap like a computer It must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a livin' and a killin' off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC In the back of the Ac' Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack And at the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts While I'm practicin' that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs Feel my wrath of attack Rappers are havin' a rough time period Here's a maxi pad It's actually disastrously bad for the wack While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard Everybody wants the key and the secret To rap immortality like Ι have got Well, to be truthful the blueprint's Simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hit the Earth like an asteroid Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (Pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I'm a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up Blow up and be in a position To meet Run–D.M.C., induct them Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Even though I'll walk in the church And burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in Is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You fags think it's all a game 'Til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'? Little gay-lookin' boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face Lookin' boy (Ha-ha!) You're witnessin' a massacre Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy "Oy vey, that boy's gay!"—that's all they say, lookin' boy You get a thumbs up, pat on the back And a "way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy? I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy I'ma work for everything I have Never asked nobody for shit Get outta my face, lookin' boy! Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause— I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod The way I'm racin' around the track Call me NASCAR, NASCAR Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet's Krypton—no, Asgard, Asgard So you'll be Thor, I'll be Odin You rodent, I'm omnipotent Let off, then I'm reloadin' Immediately with these bombs, I'm totin' And I should not be woken I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head A zombie floatin' But I got your mom deep-throatin' I'm out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin' in common, poodle I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm And pay homage, pupil It's me, my honesty's brutal But it's honestly futile if I don't Utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this Chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case, 'cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoah Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin' To censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9 See if I get away with it now That I ain't as big as I was, but I'm Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows You write normal? Fuck being normal! And I just bought a new raygun from the future Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad Singin' to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!" Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman? Innovative and I'm made of rubber So that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me And it'll glue to you and I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience A feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he's too mainstream." Well, that's what they do when they get jealous They confuse it "It's not hip-hop, it's pop, "—'cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it "I don't know how to make songs like that I don't know what words to use." Let me know when it occurs to you While I'm rippin' any one of these S that versus you It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you How many verses I gotta murder to Prove that if you were half as nice Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too? Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself 'cause I make me do What I put my mind to And I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues But it's still tongue-in-cheek fuck you I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel I'ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz Still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils And here's what they want from me They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can't batter the women How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then? Don't mistake him for Satan; it's a fatal mistake If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and Don't be a retard — Be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a God?