Buss'n Rocks

Another smoke session up in this motherfuckerBlaze some shit up for me QYea, wussup Dogg, this is whut I'm talkin boutSome of that gangsta shit (Eastside)Shuttin these niggas up (Shut em up shut em up dogg)Westcoast nigga, Quik and Snoop Dogg (Forever)9-9 niggaWhen I wake up in the morning and I get up out my bedI feel good, o yes I doCause I still can give it up for you[Chorus:]Cause we're all a little strongIn the Beach, where the paper's longBut as for meI only G when I'm buss'n rocksDogg Pound[repeat][Verse One:]Nigga, you know you gotta have heartI told you niggas from the startIf I'm still in it, I'm in it for lifeAlways stay down and keep my motha fuckin' game tightCause ever since Elementary, or was it Pre-school Quik?I was a motha fuckin' foolI had to have papers it was routineA young nigga on a mission for them collard greensI, shake niggasBreak NiggasMake niggas, shank theyselvesFor fuckin with my wealth (nigga)And it'll catch onCause if it don't, it's onAnd, cuzz, I ain't even slippin' when I'm all aloneSittin' back loungin' in the Chronic ZoneClown me ya goneSurround me, it's onGet the money you're goneMy niggas' paper so longThey call him Snoop CaponeSo if you want me, get me, got meShould have shot himBut now they call me Snoop GottiAnd that's all I LBCBetta yet, that's all I DPGC[Chorus (2x)][Verse Two:]I'm slappin' bonesIn front of my homeChoppin' game on the phoneSmokin' a zoneBig 6, big 5-3's with ya bitchesMy girls in the kitchen, cookin' up some fish andI'm blastin' at this nigga that was trippinO, knuckle head nigga, thought I was slippinBut I wasn't slippin', I was on deckI blast his ass, peck peck now his shirt's wetDead, gone, light's outWith no remorse, I had to take him outI'm laughin' at this shit cause it was funnyFuckin' with the dogg I take your life and your moneyAnd then I dip to my spot (dip dip)And set up shop with yo rocks (motha fucka)And nobody gon' speak on the 8-7Cause still, all doggs go to heaven[Chorus (2x)][Verse 3:]I'm freestylinC-stylinSnoop and Quik comin' through we fin' to take you to the islandWhere the bitches and the bud come freeAnd everybody listen to the D-O double GHoes on my dick, niggas on my nutsPeople be lovin' me because I drop cutsThat makes sense, it make big moneySee Snoop is that nigga who don't hafta play funnyBut I got yo honey, up under my wingCause she like the song that the bow-wow singI'll put her in a clingI won't buy her a ringBut I'll put her on the hoe-stroll to make me some greenAnd even if she never even saw me befoThere's just no way that she can tell me noYou know my game's unbelievable baby (uh uh, uh uh)And it's strong enough to make your grandmama pay me[Chorus (2x)]West coast, gangsta shitMy nigga DJ QYeaLike I told y'allDPG for the 9-9DPG, yea Top Dogg, fo shoSmoke y'all