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Snoop Dogg

"B Please"

Yeah.. time to bring yo' ass to the table y'all
It's X to the Z Xzibit, yeah (Where you at?)
Snoop double-D, uh, O.G. (West coast, Los Angeles)
What, bringin it live, with Dr. Dre, what?
Throwin up a BIG-ASS W, coverin up the world right?
YEAHHH! Hah, listen look

You ain't tryin to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Goin down by the second round, all hail the underground
How dat sound? Xzibit backin down from a conflict
f*ck the nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb sh*t
Glass and metal in every direction
Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson
I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon
And reason why n*ggas with problems keep on steppin
Xzibit ready to scrap, like Mike Tyson with his license back
Nine to five, minimum wage, what type of life is that
For me? It's blasphemy, you f*ckin around
With the Sundance Kid and Butch Cassidy
You had the audacity to wanna tangle with the X
Strangle your neck, slap you like the opposite sex
Drunk drivin tryin to stack my loot
While other rappers gettin "Treated Like a Prostitute"
So check the SoundScan

All I wanna be was a G, ha
My whole life, n*gga please, ha
Breakin off these motherf*ckin keys, ha
Let's get these motherf*ckin G's, ha
n*gga you don't wanna f*ck with this..

Hmm.. aww nah, big Snoop Dogg
Back up in the heezee bay-bay
You jockin my style, "You so cra-zy"
Dre say, ain't No Limit to this
As long as we drop gangsta sh*t
Look here b*tch, you fine and I dig your style
Come f*ck with a n*gga, do it +Doggystyle+
I'll be gentle, sentimental
sh*t, we f*cked in the rental
Lincoln, Continental
Hmm, coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago
(Yeah n*gga you know what's happenin man)
I get this pus*y everywhere that I go
(These b*tches know what time it is)
Ask the b*tches in your hood cause they know
(Hell yeah, hoes know about a n*gga like me MAN)
I get the pus*y everywhere that I go
(I pimp these hoes, n*gga, ha ha)
Ask the b*tches in your hood cause they know

b*tch please, get down on your god damn knees
For this money chronic clothes and weed (look)
You f*ckin with some real O.G's
b*tch please
b*tch please, get down on your motherf*ckin knees
We came to get the motherf*ckin G's
Yeah, you f*ckin' with some real O.G's
You di*k-tease!

b*tch, please! Now what you need to do is
Hem my coat, and roll me some dough (f'real)
Different strokes (uh-huh) for different folks
Oh, you like settin n*ggas up and gettin them loc's
A cute lil' b*tch with a whole lotta heart
sh*t gets thick when the light gets dark

She say she gots a lick for me (well hook it up)
Worth about, two hundred G's and thirty keys
Now check this out Dre, now if I don't move
Then a n*gga like me, sh*t I don't lose
But you know me, Dogg I'm movin
Ain't nuttin to it, but to get to groovin
You been, waitin on a n*gga like me (whas' happenin)
To take that chance and rob yo' man and beat up the pus*y
A victim of the circ*mstance (yeah right)
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
See we go out with a bang (bang BANG!)
I'm tryin to work this cold thang, and take this whole thang
I get the money everywhere that I go (I go)
I bust a b*tch and take her money fo' sho (fo' sho)
I get the money everywhere that I go (I go)
I bust a b*tch and take her money fo' sho (fo' sho)

Aiyyo.. aiyyo aiyyo; you don't wanna step to me
Still claimin D.P.G. - til the day I D-I-E

Aiyyo.. aiyyo aiyyo; you don't wanna step to me
Still claimin D.P.G. - til the day I D-I-E

Aiyyo.. aiyyo aiyyo; you don't wanna step to me
Still claimin D.P.G. - til the day I D-I-E

Aiyyo.. aiyyo aiyyo; you don't wanna step to me
Still claimin D.P.G. - til the day I D-I-E

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