Son, look at you now You're so fuckin' tough, so motherfuckin' bad 13 years of grief is all your folks ever had Just an ignorant cunt, talkin' such shit Tryin to act like a man, you little fuckin' punk kid Day of court, day of fear, in walks the judge

The mother of all that is evil Her lips are poisonous venom Wicked temptress knows how to please The priestess roars, "Get down on your knees" The rite of the praying mantis Kiss the bones of enchantress Spellbound searching through the night A howling

Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump) Let the motion of your body be the key, 'cause we be the motherfucking G Funk family Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the game

Baby wants to dance Through every long hot heavy summer And all of them, they talk of national security Over garden fences made to buff the bastard breeze Past the flat footed charterhouse boys From towns where the mothers can't stand The sight of each

In the end it all goes away How do I feel What do I say Who can believe you The Kombucha mushroom people Sitting around all day Let your mother pray (sugar) Fuck you, it all goes away I'm not there all the time you know

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

Let's show 'em how to live this life Show 'em how to live this life I wanna break you off like right now What a beautiful life Oh shit I'm finally famous And I'm rolling with the motherfuckin' top down How can you blame us? And I'ma need that penthouse

Bursting with empathy, I'm feeling everything The weight of the world on my shoulders Hope my tears don't freak you out They're just kinda coming out It's the music in me and all of the colors Wish we didn't live, wish we didn't live so far from each

You know I stay on the grind, you know I bust with that knife You know I stay with the weed, you know I got what you need We gonna end all discussion, we gonna rush the, we gonna rush them Are motherfuckers ready, I said, motherfucker are you ready It's

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key Hated on by most