it's your main man dj e-z dick
about to unleash another one of those platnum plus hits
and the word is on the streets
and the word is the streets
we gon go to a live remote
licking wit my main man mr doggy dogg
i'm just a stuburn type of fella with a head like a brick
and just because i sip moet
they say that i'm hopeless
so blame it on the loc'ness
now this is how we do it when we checking the grip
snoop dogg is in this bitch
i bust a funky composition that's smooth as a prism
now check it as i kick off in this funky ass rhythm
the phone is ringing off the deck
and it's some homies talking about i disrespected they set
i got couple relatives up off of crenshaw
this is about me and simon
i got love for a bunch of real b-dogs
and the homie har'ron rest in peace
big jay from cappinella park
he used to blaze with his nephew after dark
mausberg i had to put you on my song
it ain't about crip or blood
it's about you bein jealous of what i does
in the paint playin post - i back you down
and bust on ya out the new caddy
you can't +pull my hoe card+
i fucked all your groupies
when you was doin time in camp snoopy
with the fags and snitches
and you was payin niggaz off with all my riches
why you ain't go to level fo'?
but i walk the mainline everytime i go down
you can check my g files i do it l.b.c. style
i got the word on your simon
you need to just start rhymin
cause you the biggest star on your label
and them other niggaz just crumbs off my table
to compete with the heat that i drop
and i still ain't been paid