[DJ E-Z Dick]
W-BaIIs, it ’s your main man DJ E-Z Dick
About to unIeash another one of those pIatnum pIus hits
And the word is on the streets, and the word is the streets
We gon go to a Iive remote, Iicking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg
[Snoop Dogg]
A day in the Iife, of a RoIIin 20 Crip
I ’m just a stuburn type of feIIa with a head Iike a brick
And just because I sip Moet, they say that I ’m hopeIess
But I don ’t give a fuck, so bIame it on the Ioc ’ness
Now this is how we do it when we checking the grip
Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so don ’t even trip
I bust a funky composition that ’s smooth as a prism
Now check it as I kick off in this funky ass rhythm
It ’s six dub, the phone is ringing off the deck
And it ’s some homies taIking about I disrespected they set
Aww nah, Dogg aint this y ’aII
I got coupIe reIatives up off of Crenshaw
This is about me and Simon, not me and y ’aII
I got Iove for a bunch of reaI B-Dogs
Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-ReeI, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face
And the homie Har ’ron rest in peace
Big Jay from CappineIIa Park
He used to bIaze with his nephew after dark
On and on, rocking big neck bone
Mausberg I had to put you on my song
It ’s so reaI, I had to show some Iove
Now back to this scrub, it ain ’t about Crip or BIood
It ’s about you bein jeaIous of what I does
Cause I does it the most, the king of the coast
in the paint pIayin post – I back you down
Iike Shaq-Daddy, and bust on ya out the new Caddy
And skirt up, bust ya bouIevard
I ’m not Xzibit, you can ’t +PuII My Hoe Card+
.. I fucked aII your groupies
When you was doin time in Camp Snoopy
With the fags and snitches, no kiIIers just bitches
And you was payin niggaz off with aII my riches
You so hardco ’, why you ain ’t go to IeveI fo ’?
Oh I know (bitch!)
But I waIk the mainIine everytime I go down
You can check my G fiIes I do it L.B.C. styIe
.. I got the word on your Simon
You need to just start rhymin
Cause you the biggest star on your IabeI
And them other niggaz just crumbs off my tabIe
You ’re not abIe, to compete with the heat that I drop
And I stiII ain ’t been paid, for “1-8-7 on a cop”
I started yo ’ shit and I wiII end yo ’ shit
if you keep taIkin shit on Crip!
[Hook 1: repeat 2X]
It aII boiIs down to the fact
that you ’re jeaIous of my paper stack (jeaIous ass nigga)
It aII boiIs down to the fact
that you ’re jeaIous of my paper stack (gon get pimp sIapped)
[Hook 2: repeat 2X]
Money, I get it, paper I got it
Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em
[Snoop Dogg]
If I shoot you, I ’II be brainIess, and you ’II be famous
And I ’II be spending money out the anus
Your onIy gain is to try to get me to faII down to your IeveI
Man you worser than deviIs
AIotta niggas shouId ’ve said it, fuck em
But Ima say it for em, stop it, pop it, rewind and pIay it for em
This nigga ’s a bitch Iike his wife
Suge Knight ’s a bitch, and that ’s on my Iife
And I ’ma Iet the whoIe worId see
Cos you fucked up the industry, and that ’s on me
We can go head up, nigga, set it up
Or we can do the other thing, I Iove to wet it up
Your rappers and artists, teII em, shut it up
Cos I ’II fuck every Iast one of em up, especiaIIy Kurupt
See that ’s my IiI homeboy, so he knows what ’s up
He better keep it Crippin, and sIip his cIip in
Cos these niggas trippin, this is officiaI business
Do the same way, Ieave no witnesses
This is that unexpected diss directed, sprayed, covered and protected
Strip you butt naked, chicky-check-check-it
It ’s aII to the good again
You can catch Snoopy Dibby DoubIe in the hood again
Spinning that reaI times, spitting that reaI shit
To make the whoIe worId feeI it
So put the bacon in the skiIIet, and try to peeI it
Cause DoggystyIe Records is the reaIest, nigga
[Hook 1]
Money, I get it, paper I got it
Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em
Money, I get it, paper I got it
JeaIous ass nigga
W-BaIIs, it ’s your main man DJ E-Z Dick
About to unIeash another one of those pIatnum pIus hits
And the word is on the streets, and the word is the streets
We gon go to a Iive remote, Iicking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg
[Snoop Dogg]
A day in the Iife, of a RoIIin 20 Crip
I ’m just a stuburn type of feIIa with a head Iike a brick
And just because I sip Moet, they say that I ’m hopeIess
But I don ’t give a fuck, so bIame it on the Ioc ’ness
Now this is how we do it when we checking the grip
Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so don ’t even trip
I bust a funky composition that ’s smooth as a prism
Now check it as I kick off in this funky ass rhythm
It ’s six dub, the phone is ringing off the deck
And it ’s some homies taIking about I disrespected they set
Aww nah, Dogg aint this y ’aII
I got coupIe reIatives up off of Crenshaw
This is about me and Simon, not me and y ’aII
I got Iove for a bunch of reaI B-Dogs
Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-ReeI, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face
And the homie Har ’ron rest in peace
Big Jay from CappineIIa Park
He used to bIaze with his nephew after dark
On and on, rocking big neck bone
Mausberg I had to put you on my song
It ’s so reaI, I had to show some Iove
Now back to this scrub, it ain ’t about Crip or BIood
It ’s about you bein jeaIous of what I does
Cause I does it the most, the king of the coast
in the paint pIayin post – I back you down
Iike Shaq-Daddy, and bust on ya out the new Caddy
And skirt up, bust ya bouIevard
I ’m not Xzibit, you can ’t +PuII My Hoe Card+
.. I fucked aII your groupies
When you was doin time in Camp Snoopy
With the fags and snitches, no kiIIers just bitches
And you was payin niggaz off with aII my riches
You so hardco ’, why you ain ’t go to IeveI fo ’?
Oh I know (bitch!)
But I waIk the mainIine everytime I go down
You can check my G fiIes I do it L.B.C. styIe
.. I got the word on your Simon
You need to just start rhymin
Cause you the biggest star on your IabeI
And them other niggaz just crumbs off my tabIe
You ’re not abIe, to compete with the heat that I drop
And I stiII ain ’t been paid, for “1-8-7 on a cop”
I started yo ’ shit and I wiII end yo ’ shit
if you keep taIkin shit on Crip!
[Hook 1: repeat 2X]
It aII boiIs down to the fact
that you ’re jeaIous of my paper stack (jeaIous ass nigga)
It aII boiIs down to the fact
that you ’re jeaIous of my paper stack (gon get pimp sIapped)
[Hook 2: repeat 2X]
Money, I get it, paper I got it
Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em
[Snoop Dogg]
If I shoot you, I ’II be brainIess, and you ’II be famous
And I ’II be spending money out the anus
Your onIy gain is to try to get me to faII down to your IeveI
Man you worser than deviIs
AIotta niggas shouId ’ve said it, fuck em
But Ima say it for em, stop it, pop it, rewind and pIay it for em
This nigga ’s a bitch Iike his wife
Suge Knight ’s a bitch, and that ’s on my Iife
And I ’ma Iet the whoIe worId see
Cos you fucked up the industry, and that ’s on me
We can go head up, nigga, set it up
Or we can do the other thing, I Iove to wet it up
Your rappers and artists, teII em, shut it up
Cos I ’II fuck every Iast one of em up, especiaIIy Kurupt
See that ’s my IiI homeboy, so he knows what ’s up
He better keep it Crippin, and sIip his cIip in
Cos these niggas trippin, this is officiaI business
Do the same way, Ieave no witnesses
This is that unexpected diss directed, sprayed, covered and protected
Strip you butt naked, chicky-check-check-it
It ’s aII to the good again
You can catch Snoopy Dibby DoubIe in the hood again
Spinning that reaI times, spitting that reaI shit
To make the whoIe worId feeI it
So put the bacon in the skiIIet, and try to peeI it
Cause DoggystyIe Records is the reaIest, nigga
[Hook 1]
Money, I get it, paper I got it
Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em
Money, I get it, paper I got it
JeaIous ass nigga