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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Chant
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Chant
Camara Kambon
Camara Kambon
Claviers
David McCallum
David McCallum
Artiste samplé
Kurupt
Kurupt
Chant
Nate Dogg
Nate Dogg
Chœurs
Preston Crump
Preston Crump
Basse électrique
Sean Cruse
Sean Cruse
Guitare électrique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Paroles/Composition
Melvin Charles Bradford
Melvin Charles Bradford
Paroles/Composition
Brian Bailey
Brian Bailey
Paroles/Composition
Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.
Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.
Paroles/Composition
David Axelrod
David Axelrod
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Production
Mel-Man
Mel-Man
Production
Richard "Segal" Huredia
Richard "Segal" Huredia
Ingénierie de mixage
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Dave Tenhouten
Dave Tenhouten
Assistance d’ingénierie
Tom T. Gordon
Tom T. Gordon
Assistance d’ingénierie

Paroles

Da, da, da, da, da It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg!) Da, da, da, da, da You know I'm mobbin' with the D.R.E. (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You know who's back up in this motherfucker! (What, what, what, what?) So blaze the weed up then! (Blaze it up, blaze it up!) Blaze that shit up, nigga... yeah 'Sup Snoop? Top Dogg, bite 'em all, nigga, burn that shit up D-P-G-C, my nigga, turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah, we hookin' back up And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up Thug niggas, drug dealers, yeah, they givin' it up Lowlife, yo' life, boy, we livin' it up Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party fo' sho' Slip my hoe a 44 when she got in the back do' Bitches lookin' at me strange but you know I don't care Step up in this motherfucker just a-swingin' my hair Bitch quit talkin', crip-walk if you're down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope on this jet Out o' town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch, shut your trap Come back, get back, that's the part of success If you believe in the S, you'll be relievin' your stress Da, da, da, da, da It's the motherfuckin' D.R.E. (Dr. Dre, motherfucker!) Da, da, da, da, da You know I'm mobbin' with the D-O-double-G Straight off the fuckin' streets of C-P-T King of the beats—you ride to 'em in your Fleet- (Fleetwood!) Wood Coupe DeVille rollin' on dubs How you feel—whoopty-whoop—nigga what? Dre and Snoop chronic'd out in the 'lac (In the 'lac!) With Doc in the back, sippin' on 'gnac (Yeah) Clip in the strap, dippin' through 'hoods (What 'hoods?) Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood! South Central out to the Westside (Westside) It's California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang o' pub I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club With my jeans on and my team strong Get my drink on and my smoke on Then go home wit' somethin' to poke on (Wha'sup bitch?) Loc', it's on for the two-triple-oh Comin' real, it's the next episode Hold up, hey For my niggas who be thinkin' we soft We don't play We gon' rock it 'til the wheels fall off Hold up, hey For my niggas who be actin' too bold Take a seat Hope you ready for the next episode— Hey Smoke weed everday
Writer(s): Calvin Broadus, Melvin Bradford, Andre Romell Young, David Axelrod, Barry Ridgeway Bailey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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