Snoop Doggy Dogg - Buss'n Rocks

Another smoke session up in this motherfucker 
Blaze some shit up for me Q 
Yea  wussup Dogg  this is whut I`m talkin bout 
Some of that gangsta shit (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 

Chorus: 
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 
(repeat) 

Verse One: 
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 fuckin` game tight 
Cause ever since Elementary, or was it Pre-school Quik? 
I was a motha fuckin` 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 fuckin 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 

Chorus (2x) 

Verse Two: 
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 bitches 
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 shit cause it was funny 
Fuckin` 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 fucka) 
And nobody gon` speak on the 8-7 
Cause still, all doggs go to heaven 

Chorus (2x) 

Verse 3: 
I`m freestylin` 
C-stylin` 
Snoop and Quik comin` through we fin` to take you to the island 
Where the bitches 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 

Chorus (2x) 

West coast, gangsta shit 
My nigga DJ Q 
Yea 
Like I told y`all 
DPG for the 9-9 
DPG, yea Top Dogg, fo sho` 
Smoke y`all