Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snoop Dogg
Vocals
Mr. Malik
Vocals
Nancy Fletcher
Vocals
Quincy Jones
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
Lamorris La Monte Edwards
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeffery “Champ” Massey
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Julio “Protoolio” Uloa
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Chris "The Glove" Taylor
Mixing Engineer
Dr. Dre
Producer
Ulrich Wild
Recording Engineer
Letras
[Intro]
Oh shit, is, is that Snoop over there? Oh shit
Fuck that ****, bitch
My name is Sam Sneed, you better recognize
Ayo, uh, I'm sorry, I just love that ****, he is so fine
His music is so fucking dope (Man, fuck that ****)
Aye, look, Samuel
I gotta go pee, I'll be right back, alright?
Yeah, aight
Yeah, you know, I'm just slidin'
You know, through the city, checkin' my thangs, you dig? (Oh, shit)
Yo Snoop, what's up, Snoop? Hey, how you doing?
Yo, hold on, yo, what's happening?
Yo, Snoop, you know, I just love your shit
You are just so fine, and you— (Ayo, bitch, bring your black ass back over)
The fuck's wrong with you?
Yo, what's happening? Is that your **** or something?
Hey, look, check this shit out, that ****, he don't run me, okay?
I'm talking to you, let's— hold up (Yeah, what's up ****? What the fuck's wrong with you?)
Yo, ****, what's happening, fool?
You know the name of the game, yo' bitch chose me
****, we can handle this like some gentleman or we can get into some gangsta shit
What's up, ****?
Have it your motherfuckin' way
Well, what's up?
That's what's up, ****
[Bridge]
Pump-pump, pump-pump, pump-pump
Pump-pump
[Verse 1]
Let the motion of your body be the key 'cause we
Be the motherfuckin' G-Funk family
Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the gang
If it ain't one thing, it's a motherfuckin' 'nother
Word to my granny and my daddy and my mother
Whether standin' on the corner or bouncin' in the six-deuce
When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get loose
'Cause back in the days, on the side where it's at
A **** had to have a fat stack
And I was a fool
Don't make me have to grab my strap and go rat-tat-tat-tat
****, slap to a motherfucker face, he fall
Can't none of y'all **** see the Doggy Dogg
'Cause I'm one rude bwoy comin' with the wickedness
So shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kickin' this
[Chorus]
Blam-blam, blam till them fall
Listen to them shots from a **** Doggy Dogg
Blam-blam, blam till them fall
Listen to them shots from a **** Doggy Dogg, blam
Di, di-di-di-da-di-da
Di, di-di-di-da, di, di-di-di-da, blam
Di-di-di-da, di, di-di-di-da
Di, di-di-di-da, di, di-di-di-da, blam
[Verse 2]
Now you can look to the sun and spot the moon
And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room
With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk
Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a ****
I come down with the wickedness
One rude bwoy comin' with the dopeness, blam
Close your eyes 'cause you can't see me
I quit school 'cause of recess, you fuckin' B.G.
I'm shakin up the party like "Lodi Dodi"
Is he the dopest? You better ask somebody
When, then, send some gin
And a pack of Zig-Zags, now let the games begin
In nineteen-motherfuckin'-ninety-three
I'm fuckin' up every **** known in the industry
Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang
You know who I am, you know my motherfuckin' name
Who am I?
The S-N-double-O-P (Nickname?)
Silky Slim (Last name?)
D-O-double-G
The behavior and the flavor that I found
Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound
[Chorus]
Blam-blam, blam till them fall
Listen to them shots from a **** Doggy Dogg
Blam-blam, blam till them fall
Listen to them shots from a **** Doggy Dogg
Di-da, di-di-di-da-di-da
Di-di, di-da, di-di-di-da-di-da, blam
Di-da, di-di-di-da-di-da, blam
Ba-da-bam, ba-ba-ba-bam
[Verse 3]
Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat
Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat
Don't sleep while I creep, peep out my technique
I forgot, I'm out of sight, so you can't see the
MC of the year, you hear and you fear
I got somethin' for them **** in the front and the rear
I handle the sides, did a drive-by in the hoo-ride
I'm satisfied, now everything is really alright
You know when I come, ****, I come wicked
Don't need no permission, motherfucker, I'ma kick it
**** sweat my shit, I wet 'em up with the biscuit
Lick 'em up shot, it don't stop till dem all drop
Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks
Just stop ridin' on the next ****'s jock
I'm strapped with my Glock on your block
And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot
[Chorus]
Blam-blam, blam till them fall
Listen to the sounds of my **** Doggy Dogg
Blam-blam, blam till them fall
Listen to the sounds of my **** Doggy Dogg
Blam-blam, blam till them fall
Listen to the sounds of my **** Doggy Dogg
Blam-blam, blam till them fall
Listen to the sounds of my **** Doggy Dogg, blam
[Outro]
Di-da, di-di-di-da-di-da
Di-di, da, di-di-di, di-di, da-da
Da-di-di-da, da-da-da-di-di, da-da
Da-di-di-da, da-di-di-da-di-da, blam
Da-di-di-da, da-di-di-da-di-da, da
Di-di-di-da, di-di-di, da-di-da, da
Di-di-di-da, di-di-di, da-di-da, da
Ba-da-bam, come down, Snoop Dogg, blam
Di-di-di, da, di-di-di, di-di, da-da
Written by: Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.

