La da da da dah Hold up, hey It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg) You know I'm mobbin' with the D-R-E You know who's back up in this motherfucker? What what what what? So blaze the weed up then Blaze it up Just blaze that shit up, nigga

Cause its all...goin on...in my life Cause its all (Growl)...goin on...in my life Earl Simmons, AKA The Dawg (what!), gettin down for real and goin hard This is my life and ima live how i want to live it motherfuckers want to fuckin come and get it

People = shit, people = shit People = shit (what cha gonna do?) People = shit ('cause I am not afraid of you) People = shit (I'm everything you'll never be) People = shit C'mon motherfucker, everybody has to die Here we go again, motherfucker Come on

There will be an answer, let it be. Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be, Mother Mary comes to me When I find myself in times of trouble And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me Whisper

And often have I wondered How the years and I survived I had a mother who sang to me An honest lullaby Early early in the game I taught myself to sing and play And use a little trickery On kids who never favored me Those were years of crinoline slips And

Rock bottom I got nothing left to hide I got nothing left but pride Nothing left to say Don't bring that shit to me I ain't your bitch, I ain't your boy I ain't no god damn motherfucking toy I'm not dead, I'm still alive You don't like it, you can go

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh, God, I'm one If I had listened to what my mother said, I`d have been at home today, But I was young and foolish, oh, God Let a rambler lead me

Look at me now, look at me now Oh, I'm getting paper Look at me now Oh, look at me now Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club You can't even get in Ha ha ha, Leggo

Until you go oh oh oh I'm in misery where you can seem as old as your omens And the mother we share will never keep your proud head from falling The way is long but you can make it easy on me And the mother we share will never keep our cold hearts from

Fly closer to heaven and far from hell Fly so put your wings up, put your wings up Mother said don't pack your bags We ain't got no time for that I saw signs on the video I saw signs looking back but you never know Said the sharp bulbs long lines The