[Chorus, Snoop singing] Don't do the crime if you can't do the time Yeah Don't do it Fell off into a party in the CPT Niggas looking at me strange But I'm up on the game I ain't fucking with them niggas no mo Shit, I feel the same way ya'll feel Nigga, fuck Death Row (ha ha) I cut em loose, send em juice With visine in their cup Catch em slipping, all my homeys get em stuck It's the tale of a whale locked in a cell On the streets he was the heat cause cuz had major mail Had his homeboys plugged, wearing gold chains Hanging at the studio, splurging and thangs Nigga fucking off money, saving them hoes Fucked off some money of mine And bought me a white rolls Living on Wilshire in a penthouse suite Fucking bad bitches seven days a week Colder than a motherfucker but now I'm hot Floss me a brand new suit from Dionne Scott I guess I'm balling now Money falling down I can hear them movie star bitches calling me now Doggy Dogg come and get with the PG Mr. Calvin Broadus could you please come and see me But I ain't tripping, I'm just Dogg Pound Cripping Talking big shit and in a bulletproof dipping Make my own beats, so fuck ya'll too And I'm down with the niggas from the you know who We get to the point Blaze the joint Step into the party and holla at everybody As long as the gin get mixed with juice And the five on the crap game gon hit with deuce Shit niggas gon be niggas so nigga nigga what Just because I'm having paper don't mean fuck I once was in the same predicament you was Thinking to myself "Damn should I kill cuz?" But I know deep in my heart Two wrongs ain't right And it started from a fist fight I only got one life to live I'm trying to see a grandfather with some grandkids You dig? I'm trying to live long like my hair Put the shit down, like Fred Estaire I want to share my world But how the fuck can I share it Everytime I throw you something You look at mine and compare it Man, it's a cold shame But it's a cold game I ain't make the rules to this game Look, all I know and all I do Is try to come through with something new Banging for you So whatever you do, you like it or not Because when your shit play out I be back on the dope spot My grandpappy once sat me in his lap and he said "Son get your money like that" (get your money, man) I sit alone in the zone Face of stone Live the live of Al Capone A Don Corleone Casually casualties, fatalities And all kind of funny looking niggas coming after me Funny, it's got me dodging, dipping, slipping, and sliding Eastside up, Eastsiders cause we riding (eastside up) This is portable something to fuck with your ear Doggy Dogg will appear to make it sound so clear I fucks it up, like I always do And that's a trick I'm saying some shit To make the bitches want to suck my dick See it's an everyday thang Communicating to ya'll with the Dogg Pound Slang Back up in the house and we just don't stop Call ya mama, fuck her fat, call the motherfucking cops Hit roccs, yeah, you know what? You know what They told me like this [Refrain x 2]
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