Buss'n Rocks (Explicit)

Another smoke session up in this motherf**ker Blaze some s**t up for me Q Yea, wussup Dogg, this is whut I'm talkin bout Some of that gangsta s**t (Eastside) Shuttin these niggas up (Shut em up shut em up dogg) Westcoast nigga, Quik and Snoop Dogg (Forever) 9-9 nigga When I wake up in the morning and I get up out my bed I feel good, o yes I do Cause I still can give it up for you Cause we're all a little strong In the Beach, where the paper's long But as for me I only G when I'm buss'n rocks Dogg Pound Nigga, you know you gotta have heart I told you niggas from the start If I'm still in it, I'm in it for life Always stay down and keep my motha f**kin' game tight Cause ever since Elementary, or was it Pre-school Quik? I was a motha f**kin' fool I had to have papers it was routine A young nigga on a mission for them collard greens I, shake niggas Break Niggas Make niggas, shank theyselves For f**kin with my wealth (nigga) And it'll catch on Cause if it don't, it's on And, cuzz, I ain't even slippin' when I'm all alone Sittin' back loungin' in the Chronic Zone Clown me ya gone Surround me, it's on Get the money you're gone My niggas' paper so long They call him Snoop Capone So if you want me, get me, got me Should have shot him But now they call me Snoop Gotti And that's all I LBC Betta yet, that's all I DPGC I'm slappin' bones In front of my home Choppin' game on the phone Smokin' a zone Big 6, big 5-3's with ya b***hes My girls in the kitchen, cookin' up some fish and I'm blastin' at this nigga that was trippin' O, knuckle head nigga, thought I was slippin' But I wasn't slippin', I was on deck I blast his ass, peck peck now his shirt's wet Dead, gone, light's out With no remorse, I had to take him out I'm laughin' at this s**t cause it was funny f**kin' with the dogg I take your life and your money And then I dip to my spot (dip dip) And set up shop with yo rocks (motha f**ka) And nobody gon' speak on the 8-7 Cause still, all doggs go to heaven I'm freestylin' C-stylin' Snoop and Quik comin' through we fin' to take you to the island Where the b***hes and the bud come free And everybody listen to the D-O double G Hoes on my dick, niggas on my nuts People be lovin' me because I drop cuts That makes sense, it make big money See Snoop is that nigga who don't hafta play funny But I got yo honey, up under my wing Cause she like the song that the bow-wow sing I'll put her in a cling I won't buy her a ring But I'll put her on the hoe-stroll to make me some green And even if she never even saw me befo' There's just no way that she can tell me no You know my game's unbelievable baby (uh uh, uh uh) And it's strong enough to make your grandmama pay me West coast, gangsta s**t My nigga DJ Q Yea Like I told y'all DPG for the 9-9 DPG, yea Top Dogg, fo sho' Smoke y'all