I said it’s one for the trouble
two for the time
c’mon yall
lets bust some rhymes
Let’s daance
doo chee doo doo chee
doo chee doo doo doo chee
LET’S DANCE
doom doo doom doo doo chee..
(more to follow:cool: )
In a material world
full of fallacy
the truest place
i found in me
Snoop Dogg Lyrics
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
[repeat x2]
[Snoop Dogg]
Me and my partner, in my impala
Poppin’ on collars, tossin up dollars
A truck on the side of us but who wanna fck with us
Bet a hundred dollars that they all wanna smoke with us
Doggy Doggfather
I do it to you real hard then it gets hot, it’s nada
Thang on mine, bang on mine
I smoke an ounce and bounce at the same time
It’s off the limbo with Timbo, you motherfckin bimbo
So quit knockin at my window, you nympho
Maniac, bring it back, now shake it up
Put it on the table, now break it up
Give it to me, now put a lighter on the end of it
It really don’t matter what you spent on it
As long as you’re gettin what you paid for
That’s what it’s made for, ain’t that what you stayed for?
[chorus]
Who’s that dippin’ in the Cadillac?
Snoop Dogg
Smoke till your eyes get cataracts
Snoop Dogg
You’ve got a girl lay her on her back
Snoop Dogg
Millionaire, makin that paper stack
Snoop Dogg
[Snoop]
You play me and I’ll play you
You pay me and I’ll pay you
Hold on boo, you got the game all wrong
This aint your thang, this my song
Move on, we in the club, at the Shark Bar
Valet my keys, and park my car
No snap shots, cuz I might get popped
As I slide by security, givin ‘em props
First thing I do, when I get in
Let me take you back to when I first slid in
Grab my gin and, get my woman, put my bib in, no bullsh!ttin
We be sippin, in the corner
With smoke comin’ from up under us like we sittin in the sauna
Burnin’ up the charts, break a ***** off hard
Little mama don’t you start
[chorus]
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
[x2]
[Snoop]
Tick tock, the ice on my watch
Slap me 'cross the face around 2 o’clock
But the party don’t stop till we blow up
Now every little nigga wanna show up
Manuev’in to this, groovin to this
Dippin to this, flippin to this, trippin to this
Ain’t no skippin to this, trust this
Bust this, it’s too hot to touch this
He say, she say, I say no way
Don’t need foreplay, ok, obey
Everything that I say
And every day’ll be like a holiday
I put you in the front seat of my car
And roll you round town like a superstar
Recline your seat and turn up the beat
Number one with a bullet, rollin down the mothaf*ckin backstreets
[chorus x2]
[Timbaland making vocal scratches to fade]
True Lies Lyrics
(feat. KoKane)
[cameras flashing, Snoop interviewing Bill Clinton]
Yo, hold on hold on hold on hold on
Stop the cameras, stop the press stop the press
Now Bill, this yo’ nigga, Snoop Dogg
Now answer me this - did you f*ck that b!tch or what?
[Bill Clinton]
That’s actually, not the first time that question’s been asked; but
since, I believe, and I think any person - reasonable person would
believe, that that is not covered, in the definition of sexual
relations I was given - ahh - I’m not going to answer it except to
refer to my statement. I had intimate, contact with her that was
inappropriate - I do not believe any of the contacts I had with
her violated the definition I was given; therefore I believe I
did not, do anything but testify truthfully on these matters.
[Chorus One: KoKane]
What’s the use of the truth if you can’t tell a lie sometimes?
What’s the use of the truth if you can’t tell a lie..hie..
What’s the use of the truth if you can’t tell a lie sometimes?
What’s the use of the truth if you can’t tell a lie..hie..
[Chorus Two: Snoop Dogg]
Lies, lies, stories and alibis
Big Mac in the land of the small fries
Everyone lies and tries to get by
Some of us drink while most just get high
[Snoop Dogg]
You tryin to cover up the holes in your sneakers
You need to put your motherfckin face to the speakers (ba-bom, ba-bom)
And quit tryin to run from it (holla holla at me)
and c’mere, you big dummy (dumb ass nigga)
Don’t you know you can’t run from the Dizzogg
I’m down with (?)za, the long arm of the lizzaw
Y’all, niggaz know what’s happening you turn your back again
and I’m bound to get it crack-a-lin I’m back again
And everybody happy for me - ain’t that the truth?
That’s a motherfckin lie (f*ck that fool)
Black folks stick together til we die, hmm
That’ll be the day..
[Chorus One]
[Snoop Dogg]
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Smoke so much dope they call me Snoopy Pryor (well God d@mn!)
Which way is up I’m tryin to get higher
I won’t stop puffin til I re-tire
My b!tches, my niggaz, they off the wire
They love-ly, they love me, call me Sire
Movie star b!tches the ones you desire
Angela Bassett, Tyra, Mariah, the flyest, the flyer
See most b!tches like f*ckin with a rider
Slider, to the sider, invite her
to a gangsta, party, provider [laughing]
with a lot of meat by-products (mm)
And beat the puddy-pot and got up
She licked the d!ck from the top to the bottom
(woo woo woo woo) (That’s a bad b!tch!)
Then she grabbed me by my nuts, and said “Hmm I got 'em!”
[Chorus One]
[Chorus Two]
[KoKane scats and ad libs to the music]
[KoKane]
Ah what’s the use of the truth
if you can’t tell a lie sometimes?
Big girls dont cry,
they take all of it.
doggy style like
george and the parliament
Tha DoggFather
I put down more hits than mafioso made
And Lucky Lucianno ‘bout to sing soprano
And I know, I know the way you feel
And baby bubba we gon’ keep it on tha real
Just to get you caught up in amazement
We puffin’ on Cubans so it might get dangerous
But when it isn’t, you can sit izzon bizzack
And let the Bizzow Wizzow ride the trizzack, ha ha
How you feelin’? I’m up to dealin’, ridin’ like a villan
Makin’ a killin’, thrillin’ the crowd wit my new hairdo,
Outfits unused, fifty dollar socks, hundred-thousand dollar shoes
Man, I’m givin’ blues to these sucka MC’s
Who you be? You know who I be, young nigga
I’m Tha DoggFather
::Chorus::
Snoop Doggy Dogg is Doggy Dogg Father (Father)
{Repeat}
Let’s make a move for this paper (Where we rollin’ Dogg?)
We got’s ta get paid (Makin’ money all ya’ll)
I mean I steps to tha stage in my G-boy stance
And say a few rhymes to make your girl wanna dance
I’m so fly like a dove
I come from up above
You trippin’ on your girl cause she showed me love
Nigga don’t beat em, cause if you beat em, you don’t need em
You lay your hands on me, watch how fast I take your freedom
I delete em, but don’t mistreat em
I stay up on em, and that’s one ta grow on,
Let me flow on
You can rock to tha rythme you see
or you can rock to tha rythme of me
Just remember when you do your thang,
Make sure you do your thang on a hang
And everythang, is everythang
There ain’t no mo’ than this paper chase
Like them white-boy DA’s was on tha case
You know I ain’t tryin’ ta floss, but uh,
(Murder, murder, murder) was the case that they lost
I’m Tha DoggFather
::Chorus::
Now, do anybody in tha house remember
When there wasn’t no Snoop Dogg? (Hell yeah!)
There wasn’t no rappers hollin’ ‘bout LBC
Am I trippin’ ya’ll? (Hell no!)
Now, when I grow up, I wanna be like Snoop
Have prestigious women
That’s the truth from the begining
In and out of the flyest hotels
You say your family don’t know me
Hold on hommie, that’s formost and promos
Sales, tails, scales and jails
Success before death
No one in my clique fails
As females with the almighty Father lead
Succeedin’ ta give my peep’s just what they need
And it ain’t no party like this kind,
Cause you can leave your worries behizzind
But I’ma git back to tha grizzind
Snoop D-O double G comin’ back for mizzine and
I’m tha DoggFather
{Chorus (Repeat until fade out)}
Looks like Xebs got wild around here…
reminds me of the main forum by now.
Xeb’s not here.
I know.You two remind me of his work.
My ambition is to beat u into submission for not listenin/
I challenge u/
to a duel/
of no-holds barred competition/
ur fixin to get yo ass kicked/
u want ya lip split?/
keep talkin $hit, and I’ll fix u up real quick/
U wanna battle over a beat/
or meet up in the street/
if u bringin three, nigga then I’m bringin a fleet/
Cuz this $hit should done be mano a mano/
No tons of gunz/
Fightin till the end is my motto/
Cuz there can be only one/
And,That victory is for me/
there will be no recounts/
there will be no discrepency/
there will be no rebounds/
u will not get the best of me/
u will not get a re-bout/
even if u ask insestantly/
don’t waste your time tryna invest in me/
throwin fits like u had epilepsy/
Cuz I’ll show u no remorse/
I’ll stay the course/
And head norse/
In this game
and slowly become a force/
by- Yung Apprentice a.k.a Krule-T
All the hoes down south d ick and balls in their mouth
All the hoes up north you can $uck it back and forth
all you hoes out east w/ this di ck between your teeth
all you hoes out west w/ this d ick up in your chest
d ick and balls b itch
DJ Sluggo:eek:
Word Indeed
I am a white boy/
But my neck is red
I put miracle whip/
On my wonderbread
Don’t hate the playa/
hate tha game.
I’m in the pit/
an’ there’s tigers to tame.
All these motherers/
Tryin to get my head
Motherers gonna end up
in the ground instead.
WORD! I’m a scared white boy
in a minority neighborhood!
Take yo mike, beyotch
WTF!? Why don’t u post this in http://ezine.kungfumagazine.com/forum/showthread.php?threadid=23616&pagenumber=2 you ****ing mossad gator! :mad:
Huh!
Not u
Kristoffer, I thought u flowed too?
Oh, coo.
yo, yo
Here I go
lettin u in to my flow as I know I be down
Wid the greatest on these boards
smooth like cords on a gitar
I smother ya fools and leave your pieces in a jar
freestyleish