Freestyle lyrics

by

Warren G


[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Yea man, I heard you wasn't gonna do it no more
They said it was overwith for you
Overwith? sh*t n*gga I ain't going nowhere
sh*t n*gga I ain't going nowhere
sh*t n*gga I ain't going nowhere

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Snoop Dogg this is me
Back up in the place to be
I walk a bit, I blaze a jay
I talk some sh*t, hey hey hey hey
I'm going at baby
Listen close we gon' dream
And we gon' toast, this that year
When things was bad this that time
When I'm gon' smash getting cash
Is all I know, I think the year was '94
Or was it later really don't matter
Cause I gets cheese , I gets cheddar

[Verse 2: Kurupt]
Funny style, funny n*ggas
Funny style, funny n*ggas
Funny style, Kurupt in the building
They funny style, aye Snoop
Punk motherf*ckers in disguise I can tell
Soon as I see them when I rise in the spot
Gotti in the building everybody realized
Looking in my eyes n*ggas is surprised
What the f*ck is cracking don't they know what's happening?
The next time this n*gga get close, clap him
This n*gga like a b*tch moving so slow
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Just bring the beat back and let the sh*t bang
Cause Snoop is on the mic and I came to bang
I don't come to play I come to drop heat
And n*ggas like you get dusted in the streets
You just try to rap about what you know
And I'm gonna keep this sh*t way on the low
Me man my clique me and my crew
We come through this b*tch and banging on you
You think you can f*ck with us
But I don't think you'll f*ck with us
See we the sh*t DPGC
For 20 years and thats all me

[Verse 4: Kurupt]
b*tch, run through the spot
Tipping the hit
Run and get all my money n*gga I get
The b*tches they love me and they stay on my di*k
I'm rolling with dabs, little half [?]
Me and big Snoop getting that bread
Make them pus*y lips spread
b*tches is crazy, they all on my di*k
Loving my Mercedes what up b*tch

[Verse 5: Snoop Dogg]
I'mma show you motherf*ckers whats a poster G
And let me get these n*ggas close to me
You can size me up, you can picture the frame
You can study my style you can write down my name
You can change up the beat and you can slow this sh*t down
You can try to get close but this is still Dogg Pound
We be f*ckin it up, we be smoking the dope
We be on the tour bus from coast to coast
[Verse 6: Kurupt]
Got all my money, all my hoes
Every corner, all my hoes
All my homies, all my souls
Like what's crackin, and they know
In a second n*ggas get hit then it's over
Look look, why these n*ggas trippin all over
In the spot with my homies deep with heaters
Looking at these suckers pulling out they millimeters

[Verse 7: Snoop Dogg]
So y'all should know when you stepped up
You got f*cked up and that's what's up
See this is true we gray and blue
DPGC I thought you knew
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