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I gots hairy hairy-ass legs dat turn blonde up in tha sun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da lil playas used ta come up n' reach up in tha pool & rub mah leg down so dat shiznit was straight & peep tha afro come back up again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So I hustled bout roaches, I hustled bout lil playas jumpin on mah lap, n' I gots a straight-up boner fo' lil playas jumpin on mah lap...

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

Pooh, you a fool for this one Ha Oh lord, Jetson made another one Hah Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh) She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah) I just signed a deal, I'm on Yeah, yeah I go where I want Good, good Play if you want, let's do it (Ha) I'm a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) Yeah, yeah The first nigga play, I'ma body a nigga (Ha) I just checked my balance I'll probably pull up to your hood And come buy me a nigga (No cap) You know that your ho told you that nigga crazy Don't think that she lied to you, nigga (Bitch) Get caught with your ho when I'm poppin' 'em both Now they high just like Bobby and Whitney (Haa) Say I'm the goat, act like I don't know But fuck it, I'm obviously winning Don't make me go hit the bank And take out a hundred To show you our pockets are different (Ha) I'm out with your bitch and I only want knowledge She got a lil' mileage, I'm chillin' (Uh) You disrespect me and I'll beat your ass up All in front of your partners and children (Ahh, ahh) I'm the type to let a nigga think that I'm broke Until I pop out with a million (I pop) Take 20K and put that on your head And make one of your partners come kill you (Yeah) Say he fuckin' with me then he gotta grow up 'Cause this nigga gotta be kiddin' (Kiddin') This shit, it can't fit in my pocket I got it, like I hit the lottery, nigga (Hot, hot, hot) Opp, I'll slap the shit out a nigga No talkin', I don't like to argue with niggas (I don't) Ain't gon' be no more laughin' You see me whip out guns I'm gon' shot me a nigga (No cap) I don't follow no bitches on IG But all of your bitches, they follow a nigga (Ha) And that lil' nigga ain't gon' shoot shit with that gun He just pull it out in his pictures (Bitch, uh) Hah Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh) She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah) I just signed a deal, I'm on Yeah, yeah I go where I want Good, good Play if you want, let's do it (Ha) I'm a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) Yeah, yeah Hah Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh) She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah) I just signed a deal, I'm on Yeah, yeah I go where I want Good, good Play if you want, let's do it (Ha) I'm a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) Yeah, yeah Talkin' 'bout, "Shit I'm gon' pop that" (Pop) Got like thirty-two thousand in one of my pockets The other one, that's where the Glock at (Glock) You little nigga wanna be internet gangster Man, tell all these little niggas stop that (Ha) Beat and burnt me a nigga in front of the store Where your mammy and grandmama shop at (Bitch) Hopped out on a whole other wave from these niggas Let's see one of you little niggas top that I will turn a nigga into a convertable Push me a lil' nigga top back (Vroom) Her boyfriend be hatin' and callin' her groupie Just 'cause she like all my music (Ha) She'll send me a text and then delete the message He tryna find out, it's confusing I don't know what these niggas is thinking about Use the brain in your head 'fore you lose it (Bitch) I'll pull up after school and I'll teach her some shit Tell your bro I'm a motherfuckin' tutor 'Member I used to cheat off of pretty bitch test All the teachers, they thought I was stupid (Uh huh) Was expecting the Boxer to pull up on a trap Man, this nigga pulled up on a scooter (The fuck?) Hah Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh) She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah) I just signed a deal, I'm on Yeah, yeah I go where I want Good, good Play if you want, let's do it (Ha) I'm a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) Yeah, yeah Hah Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh) She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah) I just signed a deal, I'm on Yeah, yeah I go where I want Good, good Play if you want, let's do it (Ha) I'm a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) Yeah, yeah

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?