Intro/Chorus:      Intro: (Snoop talking with homey)      Homey: Ai Dogg, let me holla at'cha man   Snoop: Wuz up home?   Homey: Word is on the streets   Your beats gone be delicate since Dre did shake the spea's out,   man.   Snoop: Delicate? Beats?   So that's what makes me now?   Man, I don't give a fuck about no beat      (Now let me shake that shit man)   (I hear ya Dogg)   (It's a cold, cold thing!)   (It's a cold thing!)   (For real, hmm!)      I got more niggas tryin to get at me than the President do sometimes   Niggas be tryin to get at me cos I be droppin funky rhymes   What the fuck is goin on? This rap game is made to make money   You niggas is taking the shit outta hand, actin' way too funny   Doin too much, y'know I see it from the get-go   What the fuck's goin on wit you niggas, y'all tryin to play a low pro   And tryin ta be hard and tryin ta be big willies or whatever they call it   I guess it's time for me to act just like an alcoholic   And step to the game, I'm a stumble in like I don't know   And if a nigga say somethin wrong, I'm takin off from the get-go   I ain't givin no room to try to get me first   Cos I done been bombed on before and I'ma tell you, man, that's the worst   Fifth in the world, but I'ma keep my thang together   Cos I'ma keep makin money and hope everything is still together   Havin papers, man, now what y'all niggas doin?   All y'all broke on the corner, drinkin your drink, wanna be doin what I'm   doin   But don't get mad and don't be tryin to play-hate   Cos, uhh, takin trips around state to state   Representin, uhh, what y'all wanna represent   But y'all can't represent it cos y'all got no dollars, no cents   I'm movin on, groovin on and I'm movin   Makin more moves than the average Cuban   Tryin ta get G's across the town, tryin ta make more hits   And tryin ta get my game tight and get at your bitch   Now if she wants to get with this, she gone come holla at a player, do'   Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce   And she wants to jump in, bring a friend   Cos everything is like alphabet, come on in   Come on in and bring a friend and you can come on back   Cos when you do, we gone be sippin on some Cognac   It's on me, I'm feelin good tonight   Cos I'ma do mines and I'ma keep everything tight   I ain't lettin nothin leak cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught   And I can't get caught cos you know how they do it about that child support   Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his game tight   Gettin 18-point-5 percent, half your life   Shit, I love my baby boy and all   But I ain't gonna be payin no bitch, no no, no way Dogg   I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too tight   I'm guaranteed to get away from some shit like dat, ain't that right   Cos, uhh, when you play in this game you got to be the real player   You can't be no fake ass nigga talkin about you wanna be the man   Cos if you ain't with the game, the game ain't gonna be wit you   And I can put that on everything including you      Interlude: (Snoop talking)      One of every five black males berfore the year 2000 will be detained or   deceased   No justice, no peace   Yeah the truth hurts, we scared to go to church      Look here, but don't cut it, gettin five points   Step back for a second, I'm puttin less than five to this joint   Hmm, if this is the bomb niggas gonna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics   Niggas be trippin but I'll be pimpin   I don't be trippin off no nigga at all, no bitches   Just tryin to get money, I don't even be trippin off no switches   I used to like low-riders but now I like Eastsiders   I put it down wit me and make a hit maker, y'knowhatI'msayin?   I love the Lakers now cos now they got Shaq O'Neal   It's time to make a million dollars and that's for real   See we gone blow up and show up and throw up nuttin but Dogg Pound   Give it to ya ta put it down and we'll be round to your town   So just sit in your seats and wait til we come through   Until we do just keep smokin grey and blue   Or whatever you do just stay true to what you do   Cos we gone keep doin what the fuck we got to do   Now, follow me now and listen to the instructions   Cos the game's gonna get deep now, niggas is tryin ta creep   Tryin ta get up on game but they don't wanna be down with the PG   All of a sudden everybody wanna dis DP   Now, what we look like?   Makin y'all diss us, that ain't right   I should get upset but I'ma stay composed   Chill for a second, spit at some hos   Drinkin my drink, smokin my dank   Countin my bank, uhh that shit stank   Stanky bank is what I got cos I'ma keep it   And nah this ain't no motherfuckin secret      Interlude: (Snoop talking)      Yeah, we're in drought season   Niggas lookin for a reason   It's like thanksgiving without the feast   Yeah the truth hurts, we're scared to go to church      They got me runnin from my life, I'm jumpin gates   They got dogs on my ass, but I'm a Dogg   So I know how to alert and get wit dat shit   The dog run up on me I give him a cold   Like nigga back up off me   He turn around and bite the police, hmm   Game recognise Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes   I slide in the back of a garage, dippin with this ho   They run right past me, ask me "Have I seen the suspect?"   "Yeah, he went that way", now for the jack