Featuring T Bo [Snoop Dogg] Yeah wassup my nigga? I'm sittin here chillin with my nigga Kurupt and we sayin I mean it ain't no hard motherfuckin whiteboys in the rap game dog You know? No disrespect (that's right) That nigga Slim Shady is tight than a muh'fucka though (yeah that's true) But we want a nigga to come with some GANGSTA shit You feel me? [T Bo] I went from rags to riches to hittin these hoes and switches Duckin snitches, and these money hungry bitches So you want a dollar? Well baby I can't holla You ain't gettin shit, from the break a bitch scowlin scowlin Not even a penny, homegirl you ain't gettin any Oh by the way... you're too fuckin skinny Why don't you go weep, and wash your stankin ass feet While my vogues burn, up and down the street Eatin steak and shrimp, got my name on a blimp Walk with a limp, cause I'm a motherfuckin pimp My diamonds is blindin yeah candy paint out shinin Got yo' bitch chasin me, while yo' old lady two-timin Whether you mobbin in buckets, or roll in a Benz Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, seperate yo' foes from yo' friends Fuckin models, drinkin Alize by the bottles Eleven hundred ??, and my hand's on the throttle Chorus: Snoop Dogg (paraphrasing Masta Ase "Jeep Ass Niguh") 2X White boy, white boy, turn that shit down You know that America ain't ready for the sound From dem white boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz) White boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz) [Snoop Dogg] I'm high 'n a motherfucker, perv on the curve Fuckin with this white boy, slangin my herb D.P.G. to the fullest young cuz My homeboy Ricky said, "Show me some love!" He got the club with this fool named T-Bo From the Dirty South, gold's in his mouth, my peoples All of my homies from the L.B.C. All my white homies who smoke with me Sell me bud on the weekdays cause This shit's for y'all, from me and my doggz If you don't know you do know T-Bo my new dog Fuck what you goin through, we bout to fuck it up y'all Chorus: T-Bo says first line with Snoop (1X only) [T-Bo] You know who I wanna be, that white boy, that everybody talk about The one that's tearin up shows, fuckin these hoes, representin the South Eyes bare-ly open, laid back in the Cadillac tokin Them hoes talkin bout ridin with me and Snoop the bitches must be jokin Toke smoke, up the block and glock stay cocked so you must get busted And my city's hotter than a corner full of hustlers Twelve slappin, trunk rattlin, and when you yappin we in a gun battle When you talkin the talk, we walkin the walk So stay in yo' house when after dark We bark and we bite, ?? Knuckle up in the club to push and shove til everybody starts to fightin You might think the shit's funny, but fool we ain't actin You bout that yappin? We bout that action and scratchin Playin for keeps, screamin take it to the streets Camouflaged down, with them soles on my feet And up in the club, thugs push and they shove And you won't know who's a killer, so you betta watch who you mug [Snoop Dogg] Bitch get your mind right, get your mind right Bitch get your mind right, get your mind right Yeah, white boyz up in the motherfucker My nigga T-Bo! Chorus [Snoop Dogg] Yeah that shit funky dog That's what I'm talkin bout My nigga T-Bo, Dirty South all up in this bitch (We No Limit Soldiers, we No Limit Soldiers) Yeah, Dogghouse Production Dogghouse wreckin, bow wow (white white white white white boyz) That's how we doin it for the nine-nine White boyz, yeah we fuckin with whiteboys in ninety-nine Cause they fuckin with us It's a game of death Chorus
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