Snoop Dogg - The Fatha Figure Lyrics
Hustlas, ballers, playersYeah, uhThe father figureIt dont stop, it dont stopUh, it dont stopOne love, one love[j.t. the bigga figga]I was raised in the inner city by ballers with diamondsClimbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minorsMe, I be the one thats only 12 years oldCrankin off the hook from cousin, let me sport his goldAnd I was told to put it down, and keep it realLike 3x krazy young player about the scrillIn this california lifestyle that I liveThem playas is havin money man in plushed out cribsSurvivin in the city is a serious taskDidnt know the (? ) wanted, didnt have time to askCuz Im bout it bout it like the truOne love to real hustlers, straight dollars for two[hook:]Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers tooBaby youngsters wanna be like youYoure the father figure of todayWe need to find a better way[j.t. the bigga figga]We at the afterparty chillin cuz we aint no punksSome cats is in the back with macks and gold frontsWith sacks they post up, you know we be watchinThinkin they got it crankin, playa we got it poppinNow bitin over dirty work, that aint coolWith cats in drop vettes in mobs and old schoolsWe rob them old fools, wont you amount your scratchRespect them young gs, they the ones thats strapped, ya know[snoop doggy dogg]Dogg pound, thats the sound, check around, we hold it downIts the super duper, yes the snoop-aComin through, in all gray and blueKickin the game to the playas from the bayAll over the world and out the ukEverybody around they love snoop d-o double to the gCuz Im what they love, you seeIll break em, shake em and I make em and I take emTo the whale, leave em in a spellAnd I got a little story to tellFor all my homies thats locked up in jailI kick it to ya give it to ya for realCuz I know yall dealin with the reals every day andTo get killed aint nothin to laugh aboutBut some niggas goin out so sideways make me wanna get me aBulletproofHoo ride and slide around town inBut yet and still, if I get peeledMy niggas gon ride forver and thats realAint no stoppin we aint coppin no pleasWe spit game for all the real gsFeel up the (? ) they love to have itThey love to take it to the dome, yeah its on[j.t. the bigga figga]Meanwhile back in the labPaper was gettin stacked, hatas was gettin madConfidential information exchanged up on the regularOne dead head, two steps a my competitorCatch em slippin cuz they just been boughtGot directions to the house and the keys to the vaultWell let me open up this bundle of money, each off a halfPullin capers with cousin snoop, kurrupt and young dazIn for the cashMan this gang is thickIf one caught up in the track we can all get sickAnd have em shookThe four o crook didnt leave a clueSnoop d-o double g tell em what you gon do[snoop doggy dogg] (both)Ill keep doin what Im gon doWith my (nigga j.t.) the bigga figga, thats my niggaRepresentin (frisco, in case you didnt know)(we blow by like jerry riceCome back with styles that are oh so nice)Snoop d-o double to the g from the lbcYou gots to have (cash) to make it these daysYou could make it at least a hundred different (ways)I go the man and I get a (8 track)Make me a beat, (smoke me a sack)Roll up some fat ass uh uh uhBlaze with my homies and its (on like that yall)[hook] x 3
