Snoop Dogg - Freestyle Conversation Lyrics
Intro: (snoop talking with homey)Homey: ai dogg, let me holla atcha manSnoop: wuz up home?Homey: word is on the streetsYour beats gone be delicate since dre did shake the speas out,Man.Snoop: delicate? beats?So thats what makes me now?Man, I dont give a ***** about no beat(now let me shake that shit man)(I hear ya dogg)(its a cold, cold thing!)(its a cold thing!)(for real, hmm!)I got more niggas tryin to get at me than the president do sometimesNiggas be tryin to get at me cos I be droppin funky rhymesWhat the ***** is goin on? this rap game is made to make moneyYou niggas is taking the shit outta hand, actin way too funnyDoin too much, yknow I see it from the get-goWhat the *****s goin on wit you niggas, yall tryin to play a low proAnd tryin ta be hard and tryin ta be big willies or whatever they call itI guess its time for me to act just like an alcoholicAnd step to the game, Im a stumble in like I dont knowAnd if a nigga say somethin wrong, Im takin off from the get-goI aint givin no room to try to get me firstCos I done been bombed on before and ima tell you, man, thats the worstFifth in the world, but ima keep my thang togetherCos ima keep makin money and hope everything is still togetherHavin papers, man, now what yall niggas doin?All yall broke on the corner, drinkin your drink, wanna be doin what imDoinBut dont get mad and dont be tryin to play-hateCos, uhh, takin trips around state to stateRepresentin, uhh, what yall wanna representBut yall cant represent it cos yall got no dollars, no centsIm movin on, groovin on and Im movinMakin more moves than the average cubanTryin ta get gs across the town, tryin ta make more hitsAnd tryin ta get my game tight and get at your *****Now if she wants to get with this, she gone come holla at a player, doCos she know that snoop dogg is got that white rolls royceAnd she wants to jump in, bring a friendCos everything is like alphabet, come on inCome on in and bring a friend and you can come on backCos when you do, we gone be sippin on some cognacIts on me, Im feelin good tonightCos ima do mines and ima keep everything tightI aint lettin nothin leak cos if thangs leak, then Im get caughtAnd I cant get caught cos you know how they do it about that child supportShit, *****es is cold on a nigga who aint got his game tightGettin 18-point-5 percent, half your lifeShit, I love my baby boy and allBut I aint gonna be payin no *****, no no, no way doggIm too slick on my toes, Im too tightIm guaranteed to get away from some shit like dat, aint that rightCos, uhh, when you play in this game you got to be the real playerYou cant be no fake ass nigga talkin about you wanna be the manCos if you aint with the game, the game aint gonna be wit youAnd I can put that on everything including youInterlude: (snoop talking)One of every five black males berfore the year 2000 will be detained orDeceasedNo justice, no peaceYeah the truth hurts, we scared to go to churchLook here, but dont cut it, gettin five pointsStep back for a second, Im puttin less than five to this jointHmm, if this is the bomb niggas gonna blow up like atlanta at the olympicsNiggas be trippin but Ill be pimpinI dont be trippin off no nigga at all, no *****esJust tryin to get money, I dont even be trippin off no switchesI used to like low-riders but now I like eastsidersI put it down wit me and make a hit maker, yknowhatimsayin?I love the lakers now cos now they got shaq onealIts time to make a million dollars and thats for realSee we gone blow up and show up and throw up nuttin but dogg poundGive it to ya ta put it down and well be round to your townSo just sit in your seats and wait til we come throughUntil we do just keep smokin grey and blueOr whatever you do just stay true to what you doCos we gone keep doin what the ***** we got to doNow, follow me now and listen to the instructionsCos the games gonna get deep now, niggas is tryin ta creepTryin ta get up on game but they dont wanna be down with the pgAll of a sudden everybody wanna dis dpNow, what we look like?Makin yall diss us, that aint rightI should get upset but ima stay composedChill for a second, spit at some hosDrinkin my drink, smokin my dankCountin my bank, uhh that shit stankStanky bank is what I got cos ima keep itAnd nah this aint no mother*****in secretInterlude: (snoop talking)Yeah, were in drought seasonNiggas lookin for a reasonIts like thanksgiving without the feastYeah the truth hurts, were scared to go to churchThey got me runnin from my life, Im jumpin gatesThey got dogs on my ass, but Im a doggSo I know how to alert and get wit dat shitThe dog run up on me I give him a coldLike nigga back up off meHe turn around and bite the police, hmmGame recognise snoop dogg too cold, Im on my toesI slide in the back of a garage, dippin with this hoThey run right past me, ask me have I seen the suspect?Yeah, he went that way, now for the jack
