feat. Big Bamm [Snoop Dogg] Fuck it Hey, Buck, I told you, my nigga Turn the track up a little bit in my ear drums, man, need to hear that Detail It's so gangsta Chorus: Snoop Dogg I make it clap Hell yeah I make it clap Fa' sho, cuz' I make it clap Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah I make it clap Hook: Snoop Dogg A little somethin' for the bitches, and somethin' for the G's A little somethin' for my peoples 'round the world, stackin' cheese We gettin' money, y'all We gettin' money, y'all Now if ya bankroll fat and you can bet right back And blow a hundred thousand, nigga, on a night like back We gettin' money, y'all We gettin' money, y'all [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] I get my focus, then ride, I put some Hen in my life I get my pen and my pie Man, I drift when I drive I feel the breezes I breeze, I got the keys to my boat Ain't that a bitch, motherfucker, say the Dogg on coke I sold coke my whole life, I never snort that shit See I'm a ex-gangbanger, you can quote that shit I'm livin' Everyday like Thanksgivin' I watch my big homey Tookie get murdered in prison Now I can't sit back I gotta spit that rap I hit the streets with this heat, I got some cases to beat I ain't bitchin' Nigga snitchin' They think I'm crippin' And trippin' and flippin' But trip this You know I'm dippin' With the bulletproof, tucked in a snub I got the streets on lock And now I'm up in the club Thy kingdom come Thy will be done Thirteen years Later, motherfucker, and I'm still number one Repeat Chorus [Verse 2: Big Bamm] I make it clap (BRRAT!) Ain't no questions about it Bigg Snoop Dogg is who the ese is down with (Boss) And on one I was slangin' in Yale It's 2007 and I got pussy to sell Young Bamm, and I'm a beast on these streets Now let me rap or take some game on this Snoop Dogg beat Buck found me in the trap From a quarter ounce of crack To a thousand square feet In the creek, in the back I'm young, rich and strap, and I'm a make it Tron max Sippin' cold cognac On the old Cadillac I put it down for the Pound like Everyday So when you see me, holla "Church!" cause I keep it that way Yeah We gon' bust in the air I make the .40 cal clap like the motherfuckin' snare From the L-1-3 To the DPG I just got my weed license, fuck the L.A.P.D. Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] This old man, yeah, he sure can D-O-Double G with twenty mil in his hand I stand tall, against the wall, I'm gonna ball and I'll walk it off My favorite shows to watch, on the phone, I don't really talk at all From the valley Lowes of Clarksdale I'm Gangsta, Gangsta like Avon Barksdale You know the word is out He's on the loose I'm back in the hood again, sippin' on that Gin & Juice Superman got dressed in the phone booth Wha-wha-what, what you gon' do, my niggas is on you See I was all about peace to your way You motherfuckin' mouth, tell the police, now it's on Yeah My gangsta boots is laced up I came here to shoot this motherfuckin' place up Don't play no games, don't say no names Don't do nothin', get popped in your motherfuckin' brain Repeat Chorus Twice
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