Snoop Dogg - Snoop Bounce Lyrics
Intro/chorus: charlie wilsonAint no funk, its funky, its doggystyle (aint it funky nuff? )(death row-ow, death rowwwww)(*everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce*)*repeat*Verse 1: snoop doggy doggShucks, stompin in my big blue chucksMore bounce to the ounce while Im ditchin you clutzBump-bump-bump-bump while youre bumpin your soundsIts the zoo and the pound we dont ***** aroundRelax your mind and let your conscience be freeAnd get down, stompin grounds is the lbcI slid up out the game and mcs get wackedBut now Im back (oh shit!), so go get your strapWatch your head, I break witWit gs, muslims, hardheads and dredsBounce, rock while rollerskatinOn them 20 inch tyres wit the platinum daytonsIm not that bg poppin all that junkAbout Ill ***** you up, he sound like a punkI been there and done that, no inspirationAll day illustration beat conversationChorusVerse 2: snoop doggI keep niggas in the studio, word is bondBeen workin on ya new album for two years strongAnd still cant come up with the right songYou know what they say:study long, study longAll aboard the train so come alongCos we keep the glue stuff against the boneIts alright aint no room for wrongDoggyland is the motherland, make yourself at homeI got money loads by the barrelsI even got a few fans thats crazy like deniroIm international money maker, player haterShhok up off the sake of spendin dollars and I always hollerAt a player though cos players know the real from the fakeYou can put that on your toast, your coast and your stateI give you people what you likeWhat I look like in jail and cant get on the micChorus x1 1/2Verse 3: snoop doggKillin up crews, give em the real street bluesHave em slidin in their eelskins, groovin in their tennis shoesOf course it dont stop bein a westside ridahWit no tattoo thats how they got the clueI lay conversation on wax and cdsBgs and o-riginals, here come the missionMakin biters ride the pound for the rest of the seasonDoggy dpg ya lil homey, uhhI represent the lbc-mentWindows tint, nigga thats the presidentI hit you with a tune every blue moonCollard on your plate so you can stuff it in your faceNigga say your grace before you touch your plateIt taste like its laced but it aintThis one puff uncut, no doubtEverybody know I gotta ounce and a halfChorus x1 1/2Outro:Shucks(oooh ooh ooohhh oooohhhh ooh, oooh oooh oooohhhh ooh)(death rowwww, death rowwww)*repeat*
