Snoop Dogg Lyrics
Snoop Dogg Lyrics
"187 (Deep Cover Remix) Lyrics"
Personality Crisis Lyrics
[Sugar Cane CD5] [Kim ] wa wa wa wa wa wa wa no no no no no no no no no na na na well we can't take her this week and her friends all want another speech hoping for a better day to hear what she's got to say all about the personality crisis you got it while it was hot but now frustration and heartache is what you've got talking talking talking talking personality personality now you're
[Sugar Cane CD5] [Kim ] wa wa wa wa wa wa wa no no no no no no no no no na na na well we can't take her this week and her friends all want another speech hoping for a better day to hear what she's got to say all about the personality crisis you got it while it was hot but now frustration and heartache is what you've got talking talking talking talking personality personality now you're
[Dr. Dre]
Niggers that I used to know and sell dope wit'
Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit,
And let me know what's up and they can blast on,
Thinkin' about the homeys that passed on.
Death Row come to show you all the game at,
And show you how my label got the name that
So many wanna see me, and time is money,
But never in the P-E-N, yo.
Welcome back to Viet Nam, California.
Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me warn you.
Every motherfuckin minute you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 niggers that just died.
Walkin' down the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on this spot gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' like this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps peelin' back.
So creep when you in the C-P-T.
You catch heat from fuckin' with
Walking My Cat Named Dog Lyrics
(Tanega) I'm walking all around the town I'm seeing all the people down Walking around Talking around Me and my cat named Dog We're walking high against the fog Singing my song Singing my song Happy, sad and crazy, wonder Choking up my mind with perpetual dreaming Drifting up and down the street Searching for the sound of people Swinging their feet Swinging their beat <
' the D-R-E.(Tanega) I'm walking all around the town I'm seeing all the people down Walking around Talking around Me and my cat named Dog We're walking high against the fog Singing my song Singing my song Happy, sad and crazy, wonder Choking up my mind with perpetual dreaming Drifting up and down the street Searching for the sound of people Swinging their feet Swinging their beat <
I got my eyes on the shit unfolding.
And there ain't gonna be no trippin'
Cause they know the type of shit that I be holding.
If there's another word said,
I'll let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga.
Yeah, and you don't stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you don't stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
[Snoop Dogg]
3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
Head away, sent away, get away Snoop's got a gun,
And he's lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's time to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the streets with my khakis and my scars,
Nuts full of cavi and I'm headed for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, cause I'm fresh out,
But I got to make my green, and plus they all fiend
Follow me, they keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga that you k
1999 Lyrics
Original Performer: Prince Don't worry, I won't hurt you I only want you to have some fun I was dreamin' when I wrote this Forgive me if it goes astray But when I woke up this mornin' Coulda sworn it was judgment day The sky was all purple There were people runnin' everywhere Tryin' to run from the destruction You know I didn't even care 'Cuz they say two thousand zero z
ow drop.Original Performer: Prince Don't worry, I won't hurt you I only want you to have some fun I was dreamin' when I wrote this Forgive me if it goes astray But when I woke up this mornin' Coulda sworn it was judgment day The sky was all purple There were people runnin' everywhere Tryin' to run from the destruction You know I didn't even care 'Cuz they say two thousand zero z
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 pigs on a block with me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna knock with me,
A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the motherfuckin' D-O-G, comin' from the L-B-C.
Look at what the doc brought in,
A chrome 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 10
So what you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the mothafuckin 22
so if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"
Yeah, and you don't stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you don't stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Splat to a motherfucker face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to load the glock again.
Hit 'im with the hollow points and watch him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do this qui
Viva! Las Vegas Lyrics
{One of two new tracks especially recorded for this package. Sung by Dusty, whose affinity for the big E is well-known to concert-goers delighted by his tonsil-blistering treatment of "Jailhouse Rock." Written by Rock 'N' Roll Hall of Famer Doc Pomus, ZZ's "VLV" includes echoes from its original performer, beyond the pale. The inspiration for recording the track was born -- and a rough vocal demo cut -- in<
ck.{One of two new tracks especially recorded for this package. Sung by Dusty, whose affinity for the big E is well-known to concert-goers delighted by his tonsil-blistering treatment of "Jailhouse Rock." Written by Rock 'N' Roll Hall of Famer Doc Pomus, ZZ's "VLV" includes echoes from its original performer, beyond the pale. The inspiration for recording the track was born -- and a rough vocal demo cut -- in<
Grabbed the glock 17, the clip went click.
Tried to detect, but did not detect perfect
So I creep on that ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to stop from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a full six pack.
Relax, cause I'm about to take my respect.
I aimed the twelve gauge straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! then I fade into the wind.
1-8-7 and it's on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip,
Niggas keep your hands on your motherfuckin' shit.
Yeah, and you don't stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you don't stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop...