Snoop Dogg - Pump Pump Lyrics
Verse one:*static*Pump pump, pump pump, pump pump, pump pumpPump pumpLet the motion of your body be the key, cuz weBe the mother*****in g funk familyNow, Ill play the g in this deadly gameSnoop dogg is the name dogg pounds the gameIf it aint one thing its a mother*****in notherWord to my granny and my daddy, and my motherWhether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuceWhen I was locked up, I couldnt wait to get looseCuz back in the days, on the side where its atA nigga had to have a fat stackAnd I was a fool, dont make me have to grab my strap and goRat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a mother*****er face he fallCant none of yall niggaz see the doggy doggCuz Im one rude bwoy comin with the wickednessSo shut the ***** up, and listen while Im kickin thisChorus: (repeat 2x)Blam blam, blam to dem allListen to the shots from my nigga doggy dogg (pump pump)Verse two: snoopNow you can look to the sun, and spot the moonAnd see snoop doggy dogg step into the roomWith the g funk, he funk, she funk, we funkFollow me, follow me, listen to the words that a nigga...I come down with the wickednessOne rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!)Close your eyes cuz you cant see meI quit school cause of recess you *****in b.g.Im shakin up the party, like lodi dodiIs he the dopest? ya betta ask somebodyWhen, then, send, some ginAnd a pack of zig zags now let the games beginIn nineteen-mother*****in-ninety-threeIm *****in up every nigga known in the indistryCheck this out, its a dogg pound thangYou know who I am you know my mother*****in name, who am i?(the s-n-double-o-p) nickname (silky smell) last name (d-o-double-g)The behavior and the flavor that I foundMakes me wanna hit that ass up with the dogg poundChorusVerse three: malikNow just back up, dont act up, I pack up much heatAny battle Im in, I win, I cant be beatDont sleep while I creep peep out my techniqueI forgot, Im out of sight so you cant see theMc of the year, you hear and you fearI got somethin for them niggaz in the front and the rearI handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-rideIm satisfied now everything is really alrightYou know when I come nigga I come wickedDont need no permisison, mother*****er ima kick itNiggaz sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuitLick em up shot, it dont stop, till dem all dropMake up your mind, go pop or slang rocksJust stop, rottin on the next niggaz jockIm strapped with my glock on your blockAnd ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spotChorus
