(*song goes silence for 7 seconds*) (*beat comes in*) (*Beat stops and warren g comes along and the beat comes back in again*) (Warren G) Steppin on the M-I-C {n.e.s.t.d.o.g.p.o.u.n.d?} Just fucking around doggystyle Crushing silly fuckers on top of a pile Clocking a grip, dissing a bitch Ain't that a trip the way a nigga wanna flip Don't trip G Dub my name and my frame Ya see in long beach ain't nobody in the same game Thats why i gotta come at you like this So if ya step, ya diss, ya snitch It's all your fault and ya did it on your own Since i'm a dog i guess the mic is my bone Yea See my homie snoop dogg wants to hit it and take it over So ride the mic as if ya name was rover So take the mic cause i'm finna raise up Remember loc's down and dogs up (Snoop Dogg) S-N double O is to the P, finna run things So kick back while i put you in the swing I got the microphone in my palm And im finna explode on the scene like a bomb I'm coming correct and in effect and ya know I fess? the flow cause of the s n double o Into the p and imma thriller And when i step to the mic Best believe im gonna ? ? so you gimmie ya mind Listen to the lyrics and ya feel its time For snoop to get started I need just to bust with one Cause am full of fun Am on 2-1 street Cause thats where i chill at and live So watch me grab the microphone And come negative No need to come popping? Cause that ain't the life i live I grab the mic and i begin to lay a A rhyme i wrote i quote is dope A scrub i scope am a dogg i could never be a loc Now watch me flow into another rhyme And as you listen to the lyrics you will say its about time For snoop the dogg to do his thing And put ya'll all in the insane type of thing Thats what am talking about without a doubt Ya scream and dream and fiend ya know what I mean I comes correct on every tape i'm on My word is born you love to listen to my songs Me and my homie G Dub While i rock the mic He grabs the tables and scrubs Then the when the ladies love it Because when we make a tape Ya suckers be begging and bugging Love it, dub it, that's what they wanna do So let me take the microphone and begin to do a funky style of rhyme with combination I'm coming correct with another illustration But as i flow into another mind? you listen Don't interrupt cause my comprehension Level gets deeper by the second This a funky fresh song in other words a record That's coming through your ears (???????????????????????????????????) (Outro) - (Snoop Dogg & Warren G talking) We also like to give a shout to al the homies from (????) and my homies ruff dog, j-dog...country-loc (????) aww yeah...gone...you (???) motherfucker (*laughs*) I also like to give a shout to all the homies...my brother, taboo, crayon...rest in piece...and i also like to give a shout to my homie Money B for putting up the tracks...you know (*snoop laughs*) Yeah the homie fade, you know what i'm saying...yeah man...he'll be out the minute, i'm fresh out the collar-G, you know what i'm saying (*laughs*) Yeah, we're gone and all y'all punk ass bitches from the hood like i said like my homie 4-1-40...heh...i play like 50's you funky bitches (*laughs*) I also like to give a shout to kim...kesha...christina on the scene kicking like collar greens and i also like to give a shoutout to who...everybody from eastside insane BABBBYYYYYY????? The dogg poun-dation with the fresh illustration, never propertracing cause we use innovation (*echoes*) Aiyo, this is DJ Warren G...i was just like to say, uhm...why don't you stop all that shit out there, cause...we from the same side...Eastside, Long Beach... There ain't no westside, motherfucker and there ain't no northside, motherfucker...so why you talking about the east coast, nigga... Straight up, fuck that nigga that shot my little homie little loc though...i'll break his ass off the big piece...shit...straight up...we gone....BITCH (*unknown sound*) Hold up...(*laughs*) I love...a dog without his bone...i know...you know...i know.... Bitch! (*echoes*) (*record stops*)