Snoop Dogg - Pimp Slapp'd Lyrics
[dj e-z dick]W-balls, its your main man dj e-z dickAbout to unleash another one of those platnum plus hitsAnd the word is on the streets, and the word is the streetsWe gon go to a live remote, licking wit my main man mr doggy dogg[snoop dogg]A day in the life, of a rollin 20 cripIm just a stuburn type of fella with a head like a brickAnd just because I sip moet, they say that Im hopelessBut I dont give a *****, so blame it on the locnessNow this is how we do it when we checking the gripSnoop dogg is in this *****, so dont even tripI bust a funky composition thats smooth as a prismNow check it as I kick off in this funky ass rhythmIts six dub, the phone is ringing off the deckAnd its some homies talking about I disrespected they setAww nah, dogg aint this yallI got couple relatives up off of crenshawThis is about me and simon, not me and yallI got love for a bunch of real b-dogsLike k-dub, top cat, b-reel, e-rock, boo-lay faceAnd the homie harron rest in peaceBig jay from cappinella parkHe used to blaze with his nephew after darkOn and on, rocking big neck boneMausberg I had to put you on my songIts so real, I had to show some loveNow back to this scrub, it aint about crip or bloodIts about you bein jealous of what I doesCause I does it the most, the king of the coastIn the paint playin post - I back you downLike shaq-daddy, and bust on ya out the new caddyAnd skirt up, bust ya boulevardIm not xzibit, you cant +pull my hoe card+.. I *****ed all your groupiesWhen you was doin time in camp snoopyWith the fags and snitches, no killers just *****esAnd you was payin niggaz off with all my richesYou so hardco, why you aint go to level fo?Oh I know (*****!)But I walk the mainline everytime I go downYou can check my g files I do it l.b.c. style.. I got the word on your simonYou need to just start rhyminCause you the biggest star on your labelAnd them other niggaz just crumbs off my tableYoure not able, to compete with the heat that I dropAnd I still aint been paid, for 1-8-7 on a copI started yo shit and I will end yo shitIf you keep talkin shit on crip![hook 1: repeat 2x]It all boils down to the factThat youre jealous of my paper stack (jealous ass nigga)It all boils down to the factThat youre jealous of my paper stack (gon get pimp slapped)[hook 2: repeat 2x]Money, I get it, paper I got itHeaters, I keep em, *****es I got em[snoop dogg]If I shoot you, Ill be brainless, and youll be famousAnd Ill be spending money out the anusYour only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your levelMan you worser than devilsAlotta niggas shouldve said it, ***** emBut ima say it for em, stop it, pop it, rewind and play it for emThis niggas a ***** like his wifeSuge knights a *****, and thats on my lifeAnd ima let the whole world seeCos you *****ed up the industry, and thats on meWe can go head up, nigga, set it upOr we can do the other thing, I love to wet it upYour rappers and artists, tell em, shut it upCos Ill ***** every last one of em up, especially kuruptSee thats my lil homeboy, so he knows whats upHe better keep it crippin, and slip his clip inCos these niggas trippin, this is official businessDo the same way, leave no witnessesThis is that unexpected diss directed, sprayed, covered and protectedStrip you butt *****, chicky-check-check-itIts all to the good againYou can catch snoopy dibby double in the hood againSpinning that real times, spitting that real shitTo make the whole world feel itSo put the bacon in the skillet, and try to peel itCause doggystyle records is the realest, nigga[hook 1]Money, I get it, paper I got itHeaters, I keep em, *****es I got emMoney, I get it, paper I got itJealous ass nigga