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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Composer
Kokane
Kokane
Composer

Lyrics

(Amplified) Well, alright, y'all (Talk that shit to me) Tell it like it T-I-is, my nigga (Talk that shit to me) Uh, talk to me, 'cause I'll talk back It ain't my fault your girl fell in love with a gangsta mack Now that's cold, jack (Talk that shit to me) Peter Piper picked a pimp to play the game with passion Made power plays with paper while they folded like a pamphlet Protectin' my progression, politickin' for the people Platinum with Doggystyle, "Deep Cover" was the prequel Polarizin', prophesizin', I'm what put us on the map At Poly bustin' down them P-O-U-N-D's into them sacks Poundin' pavement with the pushers, pocket rocket for the pussies Player tried to play me cold, I left him bleedin' in the bushes I'm like a pigeon with precision, Snoopy shittin' from the top Piggly Wigglys on patrol, tryna pop us at the park Partner, please, we just posted up, we plottin' on some paper, man Just popped a Pontiac and peach is probably what I'll paint the thang Papered up, I can't complain Still, I play the game, but it won't ease the pain My homies passin' earlier than they 'posed to Pop 'pagne in the Porsche Most powerful Crip to ever throw up gangs on a poster Snoop D-O-double-G Talk that shit to me From the LBC Talk that shit to me (Talk that shit to me) It's levels to this game Got to earn your stripes Bitch, if you ain't breakin' bread Then you need to get a life (Talk that shit to me) Crip without a crush, cocket full of cucks, check that Cock it then I cuss, count one in the clutch, step back, swish This Crippin' collision causing catastrophes My casual conversations end up turnin' to casualties Cold game, cat crackin' with Kokane Go against the gang, we got a cellar with your name on it Showstopper that dropped classics The same nigga that closed curtains will close caskets 'Cause the crew on it too like compilation tracks Runnin' numbers up, but it ain't no miscalculatin' that Goin' kamikaze for me and my concentration camp 'Fore we had to take it back, 'cause really ain't no cake in that Cryptolite Play Superman, I'll be your Kryptonite Took the nigga's citch 'cause she'd rather fuck a Crip tonight Get this right, can't call yourself a king unless your clique is right You niggas better get your Crippin' right Snoop D-O-double-G Talk that shit to me From the LBC Talk that shit to me (Talk that shit to me) It's levels to this game Got to earn your stripes Bitch, if you ain't breakin' bread Then you need to get a life (Talk that shit to me) OG On me LBC Talk to me This game (This game) Earn my stripes (I got stripes) Get bread Bitch, get a life
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