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snoop doggy dogg - snoop bounce lyrics
intro/chorus: charlie wilson
ain’t no funk, it’s funky, it’s doggystyle (ain’t it funky nuff?)
(death row-ow, death rowwwww)
(-everybody knows i got more bounce than an ounce-)
-repeat-
verse 1: snoop doggy dogg
shucks, stompin in my big blue chucks
more bounce to the ounce while i’m ditchin you clutz
b-mp-b-mp-b-mp-b-mp while you’re b-mpin your sounds
it’s the zoo and the pound we don’t f-ck around
relax your mind and let your conscience be free
and get down, stompin grounds is the lbc
i slid up out the game and mc’s get wacked
but now i’m back (oh sh-t!), so go get your strap
watch your head, i break wit
wit g’s, muslims, hardheads and dreds
bounce, rock while rollerskatin
on them 20 inch tyres wit the platinum daytons
i’m not that bg poppin all that junk
about “i’ll f-ck you up”, he sound like a punk
i been there and done that, no inspiration
all day ill-stration beat conversation
chorus
verse 2: snoop dogg
i keep n-gg-s in the studio, word is bond
been workin on ya new alb-m for two years strong
and still can’t come up with the right song
you know what they say:’study long, study long’
all aboard the train so come along
cos we keep the glue stuff against the bone
it’s alright ain’t no room for wrong
doggyland is the motherland, make yourself at home
i got money loads by the barrels
i even got a few fans that’s crazy like deniro
i’m international money maker, player hater
shhok up off the sake of spendin dollars and i always holler
at a player though cos players know the real from the fake
you can put that on your toast, your coast and your state
i give you people what you like
what i look like in jail and can’t get on the mic
chorus x1 1/2
verse 3: snoop dogg
killin up crews, give em the real street blues
have em slidin in their eelskins, groovin in their tennis shoes
of course it don’t stop bein a westside ridah
wit no tattoo that’s how they got the clue
i lay conversation on wax and cd’s
bg’s and o-riginals, here come the mission
makin biters ride the pound for the rest of the season
doggy dpg ya lil homey, uhh
i represent the lbc-ment
windows tint, n-gg- that’s the president
i hit you with a tune every blue moon
collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face
n-gg- say your grace before you touch your plate
it taste like it’s laced but it ain’t
this one puff uncut, no doubt
everybody know i gotta ounce and a half
chorus x1 1/2
outro:
shucks
(oooh ooh ooohhh oooohhhh ooh, oooh oooh oooohhhh ooh)
(death rowwww, death rowwww)
-repeat-
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