[DJ E-Z Dick]
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W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick
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About to unleash another one of those platnum plus hits
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And the word is on the streets, and the word is the streets
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We gon go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg
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[Snoop Dogg]
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A day in the life, of a Rollin 20 Crip
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I'm just a stuburn type of fella with a head like a brick
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And just because I sip Moet, they say that I'm hopeless
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But I don't give a f*ck, so blame it on the loc'ness
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Now this is how we do it when we checking the grip
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Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so don't even trip
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I bust a funky composition that's smooth as a prism
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Now check it as I kick off in this funky ass rhythm
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It's six dub, the phone is ringing off the deck
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And it's some homies talking about I disrespected they set
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Aww nah, Dogg aint this y'all
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I got couple relatives up off of Crenshaw
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This is about me and Simon, not me and y'all
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I got love for a bunch of real B-Dogs
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Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face
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And the homie Har'ron rest in peace
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Big Jay from Cappinella Park
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He used to blaze with his nephew after dark
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On and on, rocking big neck bone
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Mausberg I had to put you on my song
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It's so real, I had to show some love
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Now back to this scrub, it ain't about Crip or Blood
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It's about you bein jealous of what I does
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Cause I does it the most, the king of the coast
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in the paint playin post - I back you down
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like Shaq-Daddy, and bust on ya out the new Caddy
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And skirt up, bust ya boulevard
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I'm not Xzibit, you can't +Pull My Hoe Card+
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.. I f*cked all your groupies
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When you was doin time in Camp Snoopy
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With the fags and snitches, no killers just bitches
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And you was payin niggaz off with all my riches
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You so hardco', why you ain't go to level fo'?
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Oh I know (bitch!)
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But I walk the mainline everytime I go down
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You can check my G files I do it L.B.C. style
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.. I got the word on your Simon
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You need to just start rhymin
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Cause you the biggest star on your label
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And them other niggaz just crumbs off my table
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You're not able, to compete with the heat that I drop
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And I still ain't been paid, for "1-8-7 on a cop"
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I started yo' shit and I will end yo' shit
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if you keep talkin shit on Crip!
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[Hook 1: repeat 2X]
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It all boils down to the fact
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that you're jealous of my paper stack (jealous ass nigga)
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It all boils down to the fact
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that you're jealous of my paper stack (gon get pimp slapped)
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[Hook 2: repeat 2X]
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Money, I get it, paper I got it
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Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em
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[Snoop Dogg]
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If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be famous
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And I'll be spending money out the anus
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Your only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your level
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Man you worser than devils
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Alotta niggas should've said it, f*ck em
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But Ima say it for em, stop it, pop it, rewind and play it for em
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This nigga's a bitch like his wife
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Suge Knight's a bitch, and that's on my life
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And I'ma let the whole world see
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Cos you f*cked up the industry, and that's on me
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We can go head up, nigga, set it up
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Or we can do the other thing, I love to wet it up
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Your rappers and artists, tell em, shut it up
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Cos I'll f*ck every last one of em up, especially Kurupt
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See that's my lil homeboy, so he knows what's up
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He better keep it Crippin, and slip his clip in
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Cos these niggas trippin, this is official business
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Do the same way, leave no witnesses
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This is that unexpected diss directed, sprayed, covered and protected
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Strip you butt naked, chicky-check-check-it
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It's all to the good again
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You can catch Snoopy Dibby Double in the hood again
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Spinning that real times, spitting that real shit
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To make the whole world feel it
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So put the bacon in the skillet, and try to peel it
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Cause Doggystyle Records is the realest, nigga
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[Hook 1]
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Money, I get it, paper I got it
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Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em
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Money, I get it, paper I got it
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Jealous ass nigga
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