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Snoop Dogg Ego Trippin' Whateva U Do Kids get your parents permision befor.fore.befo.fo.before tryin' this, Half of the hoes and the music goin bang Everybody everybody yeh we all doin everything So u kno wats happenin, there no need to pitty-pat Dogg in this motherfucker, yeh I get da kitty-kat Swervin on da one-ten blowin on some herb One hand on the steerin wheel the other up her mini skirt Tryna get some pussy while I'm pushin my wherree Funny thing about it is that I'm fuck your bitch Ok yo, hoe lay low, get mayo, like OJ yo, say hoe Plug it in, pull it out, put it in, wat it is, that's wat it's all about Now wat would I be if I let a punk motherfucker run up on me I play chess checkmate him in the street, 32 fever off blast that's three Swish swish fresh fish ain't that a bitch, like ray-jay I gotta run which Look at the place I'm in, I never fuck superhead acam crawdashier It's a discrace to yourself, dogg is the champ to the face with the belt I'm undefeated, undisputed, persicuted, spaded and neutered; faded and booted (Chorus:) We got that chronic chronic, we got that yack yack for you We got that chronic chronic, we got that yack yack for you We got that chronic chronic, we got that yack yack for you We got that chronic chronic, we got that wateva u do Put ya hands in the sky, stick up, pick up piece of american pie Wat kind of car do ya drive? Suicide doors on the passenger side? Do the windows roll down? do the doors lift high? Do the car change colour when that bitch drive by? I don't really know an I don't really care Cause me and my money's like sonny and cher Spend dow at the goochy store I never spend dow on the coochy though You can check it, I got a record in brazil For runnin out and not payin the bitches Juvinial delinquint, see when I speak dis Move when I bleep dis Lil nigga peep dis Ya secrets is all exposed If ya grew up on ma music Ya mumma's one of ma hoes Ya daddy's one of ma foe's Ya granny's been to one of ma shows It is contrary that my literachary Is very nesesary, ya feel me? An you can try to rewind it, define it Deside it to a whole notha groove Play it to anotha move Hope ya go through Cause ya won't strike two With twelve jury's up your piers You better hope they like you Ain't no tellin wat they might do So I'm gonna just stay out their motha f&%$#! way view Dippin in an outta town Gotta get a hundred thou Even if it's just for a setta I been blessed by kings and kissed by queens Even got a homie named prince akeem Yes, I mean black diamonds I can have anything, yep There's twenty game Even if I coulda of I would of never stopped Started on the bottom, now they got him on the top Sensation, big snoop dogg rattin number one in the nation Top draft pick, always got a top bad bitch Every time u see me, niggas wanna be me It ain't that easy, it's still hard bein Snoop D O mothafucker double G Believe me. (Chorus:) We got that chronic chronic, we got that yack yack for you We got that chronic chronic, we got that yack yack for you We got that chronic chronic, we got that yack yack for you We got that chronic chronic, we got that wateva u do |
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