[Chorus : Tray Deee and Snoop Dogg]
Motherfucking dogg (Named Snoop) bow wow, (Snoop!)
(Named Snoop) (Snoop!)
Motherfucking dogg (Named Snoop), Motherfucking dogg (Named Snoop)
(Snoop!) What, (Named Snoop) (Snoop!), what
Motherfucking dogg (Named Snoop) Motherfucking dogg, damn (Named Snoop)
(Snoop!) uh huh (Named Snoop) what's up (SNOOP!) what
Motherfucking dogg, damn (Named Snoop) Motherfucking dogg (Named Snoop)
(Snoop!) alright (Named Snoop) (Snoop!) Motherfucking dogg
(Named Snoop) Motherfucking dogg (Named Snoop) (Snoop!) what's up
(Named Snoop), alright (Snoop!) yeah
Motherfucking dogg (Named Snoop)
[Snoop Dogg]
10-20-71, the day I come out
Two days later, I'm running my mouth
Mom's put a bottle to my grill
I look her in the face and I say chill
So she puts her back up on a pillow, uh huh
Two minutes later I'm bailin' out the hos-pital
On my way to the liquor store
First thing I grab is some skins and a 4-0
Dropped the O-E cause it's just too cold
Get myself some gin instead and then I stroll
But before I get out the door
The man behind the counter says hey, yo, yo
He picks me up and sit me on the seat
And then he get the phone and get to dialin' the police
I'm on the run but I can't walk yet
Can't grapple nothin' said, cause I can't talk yet
First trip in the police car
Cameras all around me as if I was a star
Mom's grabbed me, hugged me, and kissed me
This fool tried to twist me, mom's say she missed me (I missed you)
Re-group it, swoopin' in the coupe and
That's what I'ma name you cause boy you be snoopin'
Soon to be hoopin' hoes I be scoopin'
First piece of ass before I got my first whoopin'
Cookin', bookin', hookin' up with G's
Twenty days later I'm from are-T-see
Doin' it up, rollin', givin' it up
Sellin' candy for a white boy outta light blue truck
And I'm comin' up, that's right, niggas runnin' up
Havin' fun and stuff
You niggas don't want none of us
[Snoop Dogg]
What's up homie (What's up 'cause, where you from)
My name Snoop Dogg (Where you from though)
Eastside, rollin' twenty crip (What)
(Oh) yeah (OK, it's all good cuz) That's what I'm talkin' bout
(Yeah) Ah, you gonna feel me nigga, sooner or later
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
Roll with me, S-N-double O-P
Mel-man where ya been O.G.
Tell me, the game'll never fail me
Ask J or my lil' homie Shelby
Uh, I cut em' up like Marcus Welby
This is the dopest G, that you will ever see
There'll never be, another me
By the grace of God, ya lovin' me
Pause, do it to em' dogg
Now drop a rock em' dogg
Now put a lock em' dogg
Rollin' down the river spinnin' on a log
Jog to the liquor store, grab me a thicker ho
Get me a Michelob, now I want to Snicker though
Remind me of the old days
When my mama used to bang the O'Jays
Family reunion, ha ha, hey 8-track style
Mel-Man you a fool for this 'cause
Cause I'm the motherfucking dogg, named Snoop
Motherfucking dogg (Named Snoop) bow wow, (Snoop!)
(Named Snoop) (Snoop!)
Motherfucking dogg (Named Snoop), Motherfucking dogg (Named Snoop)
(Snoop!) What, (Named Snoop) (Snoop!), what
Motherfucking dogg (Named Snoop) Motherfucking dogg, damn (Named Snoop)
(Snoop!) uh huh (Named Snoop) what's up (SNOOP!) what
Motherfucking dogg, damn (Named Snoop) Motherfucking dogg (Named Snoop)
(Snoop!) alright (Named Snoop) (Snoop!) Motherfucking dogg
(Named Snoop) Motherfucking dogg (Named Snoop) (Snoop!) what's up
(Named Snoop), alright (Snoop!) yeah
Motherfucking dogg (Named Snoop)
[Snoop Dogg]
10-20-71, the day I come out
Two days later, I'm running my mouth
Mom's put a bottle to my grill
I look her in the face and I say chill
So she puts her back up on a pillow, uh huh
Two minutes later I'm bailin' out the hos-pital
On my way to the liquor store
First thing I grab is some skins and a 4-0
Dropped the O-E cause it's just too cold
Get myself some gin instead and then I stroll
But before I get out the door
The man behind the counter says hey, yo, yo
He picks me up and sit me on the seat
And then he get the phone and get to dialin' the police
I'm on the run but I can't walk yet
Can't grapple nothin' said, cause I can't talk yet
First trip in the police car
Cameras all around me as if I was a star
Mom's grabbed me, hugged me, and kissed me
This fool tried to twist me, mom's say she missed me (I missed you)
Re-group it, swoopin' in the coupe and
That's what I'ma name you cause boy you be snoopin'
Soon to be hoopin' hoes I be scoopin'
First piece of ass before I got my first whoopin'
Cookin', bookin', hookin' up with G's
Twenty days later I'm from are-T-see
Doin' it up, rollin', givin' it up
Sellin' candy for a white boy outta light blue truck
And I'm comin' up, that's right, niggas runnin' up
Havin' fun and stuff
You niggas don't want none of us
[Snoop Dogg]
What's up homie (What's up 'cause, where you from)
My name Snoop Dogg (Where you from though)
Eastside, rollin' twenty crip (What)
(Oh) yeah (OK, it's all good cuz) That's what I'm talkin' bout
(Yeah) Ah, you gonna feel me nigga, sooner or later
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
Roll with me, S-N-double O-P
Mel-man where ya been O.G.
Tell me, the game'll never fail me
Ask J or my lil' homie Shelby
Uh, I cut em' up like Marcus Welby
This is the dopest G, that you will ever see
There'll never be, another me
By the grace of God, ya lovin' me
Pause, do it to em' dogg
Now drop a rock em' dogg
Now put a lock em' dogg
Rollin' down the river spinnin' on a log
Jog to the liquor store, grab me a thicker ho
Get me a Michelob, now I want to Snicker though
Remind me of the old days
When my mama used to bang the O'Jays
Family reunion, ha ha, hey 8-track style
Mel-Man you a fool for this 'cause
Cause I'm the motherfucking dogg, named Snoop
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"Smoke till your eyes get cataracts", that line cracks me up everytime I hear it.
Nope, that's not what it means at all. It just means that I enjoy a style of music that you do not enjoy. It's no one's fault, and it certainly doesn't mean that anyone lacks a brain. In fact, I would contest that there's a good chance I'm more intelligent than you... although of course that's just speculation. Long story short: you're going to need a much more logical argument if you expect anyone to give a damn about your opinion. Next:
"Sure, not every song has to be "deep and meaningful", but I expect it to at least be coherent. Notice how nobody has attempted to decipher the meaning of this song? That's because it's so incoherent and random that it doesnt' have one at all."
No offense, but it's obvious that you don't know a thing about hip hop. What makes hip hop so great is the fact that anyone can do it. Anyone, and I mean anyone, can get on a mic and say whatever the hell they want to. Maybe it'll make sense, maybe it'll be nonsense. Maybe it'll be fun and uplifting, maybe it'll be hardcore and serious. As long as the beat is hot and it flows, it's all gravy. It's not about crafting a beautiful piece of songwriting, it's about skill and charisma. If this idea doesn't appeal to you, then by all means, listen to your rock records. But choosing to act like a snob because you don't like the music is only indicative of a crappy elitist personality. BTW, this is coming from a person who listens to many styles of music, from hip hop to soul to classic rock to IDM to indie rock. Long story short: your opinion isn't as wonderful or interesting as I'm sure you'd like it to be. Next:
"This song is stupid! A monkey could say "Drop it like its hott"! But yet....i like this song"
Yup, and that's exactly what's so great about it (and, of course, the beat is fire). Finally, someone who gets it. Huzzah to you, good sir.
this song is great too, though, of course =D