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tha dogg pound - we da west كلمات أغنية

[intro: snoop dogg (& dj whoo kid)]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [x3]

ahaha, yeah
what it do?
n_ggarachi at it again
say what, say what, what, what?
smokin’ on some o’ that, seth green
you dig?

[whoo, kid!]

[verse 1: snoop dogg]
the eastside villain is back, relax
adrenaline crack his whole f_ckin’ head open
n_gga, this rollin’ (rollin’)
ridin’ 7_5 like it’s stolen (stolen)
and only eat the bird if it’s golden (haha, haha, haha)
dogg pound wit’ it, neighborhood hot boy (boy)
in and out the city got no pity for a cop, boy (boy)
chucks on my feet like a n_gga ain’t made it
every single due in my life, i paid it
ride with my n_gga on a daily, crip sh_t crazy
the east since k!lla cali raised me (baby)
snoop dogg, n_gga, i’m the boss of this rap sh_t
we da west, n_gga, gettin’ richer off this rap sh_t (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, i’m on my t_i_p, n_gga, eastside (eastside)
gorilla on my mama, i’m a beast, right? (right? right? right?)
uh, i’m goin’ all in, guns on the table
with 21 b_tches in my stable (biatch)
[verse 2: bad lucc]
yeah, yeah
that’s about bad lucc when they wanna hear that street sh_t (hah)
i’m on the corner with my foolies
and i’m poppin’ off a double stack
trippin’, and i’m chunkin’ up the east, b_tch (yeah)
what the du_lo, like?
me and my n_gga e used to ride the caprice with the two_tone flights
the word of wheels got in two more fights (know about it, n_gga)
five ones got me lookin’ like i’m from the game
i gives a f_ck, it’s what it is, n_gga, that’s on my name
yeah
scr_p it out or bring the blapper witcha (brah)
fat boy going stupid, bring bananas witcha
boy, tatted up, any n_gga goin’ after, homie
keep yo’ mouth closed, ratchet on me (hah!)
the talk of the city on mama (mama)
watchin’ these goons; big poppa (yeah)
stretch a sucka out like a mobster (yeah)
breakin’ up lobster (yeah)
n_gga, don’t call yo’ mama, call the doctor
hah!

[interlude: snoop dogg]
yeah, signed and sealed
prescription filled
any n_gga on the west say they need a deal
i feel what you sayin’, nephew
and, uh, my priority is the west
so, stay hood, and stay street
come on, loc
[verse 3: daz dillinger]
yeah, yeah, n_gga, you know whassup! (west coast)
who dat n_gga that you love? smoke, ride and count greens (whassup?)
like flavor flav, 5000 and i’m audi
we da west (west, n_gga), we lie and supply that pure pressure (pressure)
dogg pound, n_gga (n_gga), you know we blowin’ the tec’s
because, you know

[hook: snoop dogg]
you know we got that sh_t, we smoke
you know that sh_t to blow your mind

[verse 4: daz dillinger]
time of the time and ass whippin’
pop and clap with the grip, (brrah), knock ’em down, who wit’ ’em? (uh)
get ’em, daz (daz), you know i’m on they ass (ass)
like a pitbull on necks, i shake and break ’em down (get him, boy, get him, get him, get him!)
you know i’m in the house (house)
any drama on my mama, n_gga, you know i’m turnin’ it out
huh

[verse 5: damani]
suwoop, that’s what i hear, home
d_mn? peach window on my cellphone
my n_gga ace gone
feds doubtin’ he was gettin’ too much bread in the hood and so they stopped him
locked him, paid, you n_ggas fadin’ on hyde park
broad day, they don’t wait ’til it’s dark
i’m at the park posted with fets?, all mac and p wit’ it
some real inglewood og’s
on me, the money, i’m on the turf wit’ it
goin’ hard, gq, with some model b_tches
i don’t even conversate if he ain’t got no b_tches
and i ain’t even talkin’ if he ain’t talkin’ riches
i don’t keep a gun, my n_gga butcher shoots you (brah)
br, hit a line, and run right through you (yeah, yeah)
[verse 6: problem]
yeah
come on
come on!
everything’s dollars (what, what), everything’s power (what, what)
so we ain’t stoppin’ ’til, everything’s ours (yeah)
i just slave hours, wanted chips galore
if money ain’t change you, you need to get some more (n_gga, baow!)
forever stay wit’ it, look what the ghetto made
corporate meat smellin’ like kush, yeah, the ghetto slave
more melon fade, poppin’ tabs
just a little, pocket full of cash, make the robbin’ sag just a little
all these f_ckin’ lives, they all know that i’m the truth to them (uh, uh, uh, uh)
think that we ain’t ballin’ just ’cause we ain’t choose to hoop with them (what)
stupid them, ’cause like in like real life we like minute to them (hah)
and i don’t beef with rappers just in case i got to shoot and k!ll (baow!)
banana colored lambo, drivin’ fast, zoom, zoom
with my hoover b_tch to learn to suck it like a vacuum (hi)
on my ghetto sh_t, yeah, i pop that at the tattoo (hey)
gave her ghetto d_ck, and my name she got a tattoo (hah!)
hood as a swap meet but boujee as a rich kid
sayin’ life’s a b_tch, i’m so happy that my d_ck’s big (what, n_gga?)
b_tch (huh), i’m so happy that my d_ck’s big (yeah)
hey, b_tch, come and l!ck this! (compton!)

[verse 7: soopafly]
yeah, dp, n_gga, deal wit’ it
same n_ggas on the block, you can still get it
.4_5 or the pump, we don’t clown with you chump ass n_ggas
tuck your jewels and hide yo’ b_tches
huh, swag on in the back of vip
smokin’ wit’ yo’ main hoe
lookin’ like the same old
pimp ass n_gga, got yo’ b_tch in check
lookin’ at her like today, hoe
i don’t really play so, n_gga, talk fast and quit
super dupe got smashed to get
please don’t get beside yourself
whole pound in the house
n_gga, back the f_ck up
get the chrome to yo’ mouth
come on (come on)
blaze the weed and keep smokin’
fake ass n_ggas keep hopin’
pimpin’ and loccin’
n_ggas lookin’ mad but he won’t say sh_t
’cause i got his b_tch open

[verse 7: kurupt]
now i keep the party poppin’, never stoppin’
hear the compton, when i c_ck it, you flock out with yo’ pockets
bottle rockets, we ain’t playin’ with ’em
fans knock it off and get the cam
bodies layin’ and decayin’, n_ggas playin’, stop displayin’
n_ggas sayin’ block the lamb’ but i’m weighin’ over bubble (bubble)
weighin’ over you, stop the k’in or the double (now)
disappear, my n_gga, who else disappeared, my n_gga?
and once disappeared, my n_gga, this is here, my n_gga (ahh)
ask about yo’ boy, you don’t know, now you do
the masked [?] boys will hit your board and hit you (ah)
i’m sick of all these imitators imitatin’ us
g_ngb_ngin’ cultures, slangin’ ducks, poppin’
chains hangin’, bullsh_ttin’
n_ggas snitchin’, n_ggas actin’ like some b_tches
b_tches actin’ like some n_ggas, line the figure whole base
i’m all in the hoe face, i’mma let the hoe taste
the big fat d_ck (d_ck!), treat it like a popsicle
let it drip, drip, drop, drop, drip, trickle
my d_ck make a b_tch tonsils tickle
she’ll chew on my d_ck, plastic? pickle
and i’m tired of these busta ass wacks
stealin’ no heart plenty actin’ b_tch n_ggas just like
b_tch n_ggas just like, b_tch n_ggas just like you

[outro: snoop dogg]
haha
blow the whistle on these n_ggas, man
west coast
we da mothaf_ckin’ west
you b_tch you
uh_huh
n_ggarachi
soopafly on the keys
that’s what it is, man
2010
can you dig that?
uh
yeah
holla
yeah, yeah
holla
haha!
woo!
that moaf_cka bangin’
now_now_now_now_now_now let the beat bang

- tha dogg pound

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