Freestyle Conversation lyrics

by

Slick Rick


[Intro: Snoop Dogg & Homie]
Ay Dogg, let me holla at'cha man
Wuz up home?
Word is on the streets, your beats gon' be delicate
Since Dre did shake the spea's out, man
Delicate? Beats?
So that's what makes me now?
Man, I don't give a f*ck about no beat

(Now let me shake that sh*t man)
(I hear ya Dogg)
(It's a cold, cold thing!)
(It's a cold thing!)
(For real, hmm!)

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I got more n*ggas tryin to get at me than the President do sometimes
n*ggas be tryin to get at me cos I be droppin funky rhymes
What the f*ck is goin on? This rap game is made to make money
You n*ggas is taking the sh*t outta hand, actin' way too funny
Doin too much, y'know I see it from the get-go
What the f*ck's goin on wit you n*ggas, y'all tryin to play a low pro
And tryin ta be hard and tryin ta be big willies or whatever they call it
I guess it's time for me to act just like an alcoholic
And step to the game, I'm a stumble in like I don't know
And if a n*gga say somethin wrong, I'm takin off from the get-go
I ain't givin no room to try to get me first
Cos I done been bombed on before and I'mma tell you, man, that's the worst
Fifth in the world, but I'mma keep my thang together
Cos I'mma keep makin money and hope everything is still together
Havin papers, man, now what y'all n*ggas doin?
All y'all broke on the corner
Drinkin your drink, wanna be doin what I'm doin
But don't get mad and don't be tryin to play-hate
Cos, uhh, takin trips around state to state
Representin, uhh, what y'all wanna represent
But y'all can't represent it cos y'all got no dollars, no cents
I'm movin on, groovin on and I'm movin
Makin more moves than the average Cuban
Tryin ta get G's across the town, tryin ta make more hits
And tryin ta get my game tight and get at your b*tch
Now if she wants to get with this, she gone come holla at a player, do'
Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce
And she wants to jump in, bring a friend
Cos everything is like alphabet, come on in
Come on in and bring a friend and you can come on back
Cos when you do, we gone be sippin on some Cognac
It's on me, I'm feelin good tonight
Cos I'mma do mines and I'mma keep everything tight
I ain't lettin nothin leak cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught
And I can't get caught cos you know how they do it about that child support
sh*t, b*tches is cold on a n*gga who ain't got his game tight
Gettin 18-point-5 percent, half your life
sh*t, I love my baby boy and all
But I ain't gonna be payin no b*tch, no no, no way Dogg
I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too tight
I'm guaranteed to get away from some sh*t like dat, ain't that right
Cos, uhh, when you play in this game you got to be the real player
You can't be no fake ass n*gga talkin about you wanna be the man
Cos if you ain't with the game, the game ain't gonna be wit you
And I can put that on everything including you
[Interlude]
One of every five black males before the year 2000
Will be detained or deceased
No justice, no peace
Yeah the truth hurts, if you're scared, go to church

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Look here, but don't cut it, gettin five points
Step back for a second, I'm puttin less than five to this joint
Hmm, if this is the bomb n*ggas gonna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics
n*ggas be trippin but I'll be pimpin
I don't be trippin off no n*gga at all, no b*tches
Just tryin to get money, I don't even be trippin off no switches
I used to like low-riders but now I like Eastsiders
I put it down wit me and make a hit maker, y'knowhatI'msayin?
I love the Lakers now cos now they got Shaq O'Neal
It's time to make a million dollars and that's for real
See we gone blow up and show up and throw up nuttin but Dogg Pound
Guaranteed to put it down and we'll be 'round to your town
So just sit in your seats and wait 'til we come through
Until we do just keep smokin grey and blue
Or whatever you do just stay true to what you do
Cos we gone keep doin what the f*ck we got to do
Now, follow me now and listen to the instructions
Cos the game's gonna get deep now, n*ggas is tryin ta creep
Tryin ta get up on game but they don't wanna be down with the PG
All of a sudden everybody wanna dis DP
Now, what we look like?
Makin y'all diss us, that ain't right
I should get upset but I'mma stay composed
Chill for a second, spit at some hoes
Drinkin my drink, smokin my dank
Countin my bank, uhh that sh*t stank
Stanky bank is what I got cos I'mma keep it
And nah this ain't no motherf*ckin secret
[Interlude]
Yeah, we're in drought season
n*ggas lookin for a reason
It's like thanksgiving without the feast
Yeah the truth hurts, we're scared to go to church

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
They got me runnin' for my life, I'm jumpin' gates
They got dogs on my ass, but I'm a Dogg
So I know how to alert and get wit dat sh*t
The dog run up on me I give him a cold
Like n*gga back up off me
He turn around and bite the police, hmm
Game recognise Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes
I slide in the back of a garage, dippin with this ho
They run right past me, ask me "Have I seen the suspect?"
"Yeah, he went that way", now for the jack
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