Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Vocals
Sticky Fingers
Sticky Fingers
Rap
Sticky Fingaz
Sticky Fingaz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Melvin Charles Bradford
Melvin Charles Bradford
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
Kirk Jones
Kirk Jones
Songwriter
William Curtis
William Curtis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer

Texty

[Verse 1]
(Buck 'em)
Damn this sound lower than a mother fucker in my earphones
Alright, yeah, that's it, right there, ****
[Verse 2]
As soon as the bass hits your dome
Snoop Dogg grabs the chrome
And gets in your system
Shootin' off rhymes like a pistol
Fuckin' your click off with this flow
This hoe, that hoe, make me rich
Snoop Dogg please, won't you break that bitch (Break that bitch)
I'm back in the game, gettin' my dough
And fuck any mother fucker that say it ain't so (Say it ain't so)
Do it to 'em, be young
'Cause on the real Dogg, you the hardest **** we know
We shakin' 'em off, breakin' 'em off
Shot him in his face and now they takin' him off
Here's a shout out to those with quad out
Fool, you should have got out, now you gettin' popped out
I'm not out to diss, but to get my chips
And smash, pass with cash
And blaze the spliff, now pass the fifth
For real ****, did you hear me, ya heard?
You ran up and got served, ha, ha
Mm, ain't that a trip? (What? What?)
You need to get up off of that bullshit
Come on
[Verse 3]
(Buck 'em, buck 'em)
Young beast to four green
Dirty or clean, ****, the money is all green
(Buck 'em, buck 'em)
Cock it back, you know me
Every **** look the same behind a stocking cap
(Buck 'em, buck 'em)
Shit, I'm wasted
Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets
(Buck 'em, buck 'em)
Don't make a difference
**** in the hood is still broke and can't fix it
[Verse 4]
Fuck 'em, the scene is set (set)
And it's a million bitch **** 'bout to straight get wet
I walk 'em all in the street
(Fuck 'em) I cuff they hands and blind them eyes and hog tie they feet
(Fuck 'em) With no remorse, **** cut 'em down
Love the way we shut 'em down, shit it ain't funny now
Used to be my buddy pal, **** wet and bloody now
****, where your homies now, half them **** funny style
(Fuck 'em) It's 'bout to get shitty now
Doggy 'bout to get him now, 'cause you better sit him down
****, what up now, (What?) you act like a bitch
You bound to get fucked, (Yeah) you trick ass snitch
(Fuck 'em) Boy we on a rampage
Rippin' up this damn stage, yeah it's still a G thing
Slammin' doors, slappin' hoes
Cuz fuck videos, I get a hundred for shows
If you ain't got the papers
I ain't got time to sit and chat about the mother fuckin' vapors
Bitch, don't even trip
You need to raise up off of that bullshit
Come on
[Verse 5]
(Buck 'em, buck 'em)
Young beast to four green
Dirty or clean, ****, the money is all green
(Buck 'em, buck 'em)
Cock it back, you know me
Every **** look the same behind a stocking cap
(Buck 'em, buck 'em)
Shit, I'm wasted
Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets
(Buck 'em, buck 'em)
Don't make a difference
**** in the hood is still broke and can't fix it
(Buck 'em)
Written by: Dr. Dre, Melvin Charles Bradford, Snoop Dogg
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