Snoop Dogg - 2001 Lyrics
All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yall...*repeat*Its structures to this game, its instinct mixed with knowledgeIm a player in the game and I know not from collegeEyes open, focus, scopin out the sceneWatch the gangsta haters close cos they worse than dope fiendsI hope things get better for youCos ima make things get better for meAnd keep the doggystyle hottest thing out the lbThe l-l-g wit dpg by the seaWe ride at high tide, the east is my sideIma tell you long as my voice is recordableThat plan you got aint gonna work you better audibleOh yes Im fresh and like spy from existenceWit persistence I perceiveTo supply you wit what you need, no room for greedBetter go around and when it come to youDont bite off more than you can chewRespect the game and the game will respect you backGame is life, life is struggleWithout the coastal juggleSo if you drop I test that, fragile as a crsytal(will you get mad and go pull out your pistol? )Or will you be a man and pick up all the piecesAnd put it back together and remain tougher than leatherAs for me Im tryin to keep it real doggAll I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yallChorus:Just keep it real doggAll I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yall*repeat x2**? teatlet? *, hold em, shake em, rollFly g boys and all you hoodrat girlsPound puts it down all around the worldBut lets pick up the litter, lb young niggaI need solar on my dogg nall, I bark when it get dark*****es in heat we tear the beat up, what?On the microphone I bury the boneAlways, strays try to follow me homeUhh, to get the pooper scooper, why? they droppin doo-dooIm steppin on shit, lift up the bottom of my shoeSee Im smashin full-breaded wit no leashWhen I mob, make marks across the streetSee Im vicious like hell, got em waggin they tailFor the bow-wow lbc styleHit you like the dogg bopper fever, I fetch paperOn the receiver, go get it like a retrieverI want em close enough so I can lock on emWit the mizzic, see I let the doggz loose on emCheck this out here man, I lick em, sick emMans bestfriend, I hit you for ten, uhhFleas cant seize my pack, what whats my name?Major trick were hittin licks like a doberman gangYdone trip and try to ***** me up ever since a young puppyRun a cat up a tree, nigga its dpgChorus:All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yallJust keep it real dogg*repeat x2*They say once upon a time in the land of the loccsWhere its all about dope and pistol smokeI packs me a heavy calibre .38 revolverWed out, dpd out, gcd outOh, did you not knowSnoop wit the .44 knockin atcha doorWe the passion for smashin and mashin the massesKnockin niggas llike cash is, dogg pound gangsta assassinIts like in a actionCos for the cash in my own zone we known for blastinBustin, no need for discussionWe dont discuss, we stay close as 10 inches then bustClose enough to touch then rushClean and radical and get clutchThe dogg is the don like killer corleoneFor the d-o-double g (with the solid gold rhyme)Chorus:Just keep it real doggAll I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce yall*repeat x3*
