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sn00p d0ggg - for all my niggaz & bitches lyrics

[verse 1: kurupt]
well, it’s that slow flow, d_o_double_g, n_gga!
see these other fools, but you can’t see me, n_gga!
who am i? (it’s kurupt, m_th_f_cka!)
do or die (we gives a f_ck, m_th_f_cka!)
so slow yo’ roll, i’m in control like janet
the loc_est twenty_one year old n_gga that’s on this planet
take it for granted, if ya wanna
’cause i’m gonna grab my strap then clear the corner, biatch!!

[verse 2: dat n_gga daz]
now, on a one (one), two (two), three (three), who could it be?
comin’ wit’ a grip of gangsta sh_t for ’93
so ’94’s arrived, n_gga, back on up
and let me and my dogg kurupt f_ck sh_t up
now, can’t n0body see me here or there
wherever i bails, i put it down all around, ’cause ain’t sh_t for sale
in the coupe wit’ the beat, flossin’ off gold d’s
and my cousin snoop packs well, you know what i mean
and it don’t take much, for tha dogg pound to bust a cap
in yo’ ass, for gettin’ us all f_cked up
now check it, it’s a callin’ for n_ggas like doggs
who supposed to be the sh_t, but steadily b_tchin’ like hoes
(yes, y’all) other doggs, (yes, y’all) yiggy y’all
stay full of that gin and juice, and have a ball
chorus: dat n_gga daz & lil’ malik]
to all my b_tches and my n_ggas, and my n_ggas and my b_tches
wave yo’ m_th_f_ckin’ hands in the air
and if you don’t give a sh_t like we don’t give a sh_t
wave yo’ m_th_f_ckin’ fingers in the air
to all my n_ggas and my b_tches, and my b_tches and my n_ggas
wave yo’ m_th_f_ckin’ hands in the air
and if you don’t give a f_ck like we don’t give a f_ck
keep your m_th_f_ckin’ hands in the air

[verse 3: kurupt]
i packs a strap like that, i kicks it like this
now, how many b_tches must get d_cked?
befo’ they say, “oh, that is that n_gga from back in the day
i never, ever thought i’d see him bustin’ with dr. dre”
’cause i grips mics, i rips mics in half
hoes be comin’ to my flat so i can tap that ass

[chorus: dat n_gga daz & lil’ malik]
to all my b_tches and my n_ggas, and my n_ggas and my b_tches
wave yo’ m_th_f_ckin’ hands in the air
and if you don’t give a sh_t like we don’t give a sh_t
wave yo’ m_th_f_ckin’ fingers in the air
to all my n_ggas and my b_tches, and my b_tches and my n_ggas
wave yo’ m_th_f_ckin’ hands in the air
and if you don’t give a f_ck like we don’t give a f_ck
keep yo’ m_th_f_ckin’ hands in the air
[verse 4: kurupt & (dat n_gga daz)]
you’re headed my way, n_gga, you best to hit a u_turn quick
so what’s happenin’? i’m cappin’ sh_t up like a western fl!ck
the kingpin of tha clique, top notch
17 shot glock c_cked, so all n_gga drop!
the run of the mill, fool get broke off for tryin’ to serve the best
kurupt’s era, peep the terror, ’cause it’s a murder fest!
i smoke chronic every day, so what have we?
another m_th_f_cka gettin’ served like some cavi
now who, drops (ruff rhymes), i got the juice like 2pac
(plus i’m..) rollin’ wit’ two glocks
fly m_th_f_ckaz can’t see kurupt
h_llraisin’ like pinhead, beware i’m tearin’ sh_t the f_ck up!
slow yo’ roll, like your legs was broken
who’s jokin’? rakim never joked, so why should i, loc?
and that’s my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe
runnin’ ’em like flo jo, stranded on death row
mediocre m_th_f_ckaz die ’cause i’m servin’
and they can’t f_ck wit’ or see me, i’m mass_murderous
(smokin’ indo, look out my window i suppose) yeah
(n_ggas don’t understand how we kicks diffrent flows
i’m raw like news footage) i’m rugged like a bf goodrich
(bring yo’ whole set and get yo’ hood lynched)
(drop to yo’ knees like a dog in heat)
peep the murderous styles and the poetical techniques
[chorus: dat n_gga daz & lil’ malik]
to all my b_tches and my n_ggas, and my n_ggas and my b_tches
wave yo’ m_th_f_ckin’ hands in the air
and if you don’t give a sh_t like we don’t give a sh_t
keep yo’ m_th_f_ckin’ fingers in the air
to all my n_ggas and my b_tches and my b_tches and my n_ggas
wave yo’ m_th_f_ckin’ hands in the air
and if you don’t give a f_ck like we don’t give a f_ck
keep yo’ m_th_f_ckin’ fingers in the air

[verse 5: lady of rage]
check it out, it’s rage! ready for the breakdown, take down
when it comes to the mic, i’m puttin’ my weight down
and that’s 175 pounds of beef
beatin’ yo’ ass down to the concrete
fool, act like ya know
i’m stranded on death row wit’ nowhere to go
so, what’s a girl to do?
take out a crew or two, a few, what you wanna do?

[outro: snoop dogg, (tha dogg pound) and dat n_gga daz]
throw yo’ guns in the motherf_ckin air, we don’t care
(n_ggas don’t give a f_ck, n_gga!)
about nuthin’ at all, just my doggs and clockin the grip’, b_tch!
(n_ggas don’t give a f_ck, n_gga!)
that’s why i can kick it so tuff, ’cause when times get ruff, my..
(n_ggas don’t give a f_ck, n_gga!)
the clique that i’m wit’ don’t give a sheeit, ya know why?
(real n_ggas don’t give a f_ck!)

now all the b_tches, and the n_ggas
wave yo’ m_th_f_ckin’ hands in the air
to all my n_ggas, and my b_tches
wave yo’our m_th_f_ckin hands in the air
to all my n_ggas, and my b_tches
wave yo’ m_th_f_ckin’ hands in the air
and if you don’t give a f_ck like we don’t give a f_ck
keep yo’ m_th_f_ckin’ fingers in the air

- sn00p d0ggg lyrics

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