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

(Holding on for your call) It's a different kind of danger 'Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine And the bells are ringing out And I'm calling for my mother As I pull the pillars down And my feet are spinning around Never knew I was a dancer

Don't go chasing waterfalls Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to I know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all But I think you're moving too fast A lonely mother gazing out of her window Staring at a son that she

1985, I arrived 33 years, damn, I'm grateful I survived We wasn't s'posed to get past 25 Jokes on you motherfucker, we alive All these niggas popping now is young Everybody say the music that they make is dumb I remember I was 18 Money, pussy, parties, I

Mother of us all Place of our birth We all are witness To the rape of the world How can we stand aside And watch the rape of the wold This the beginning of the end This the most heinous of crimes This the deadliest of sins

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

Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor Pull up, nigga creeping Colder than a motherfucker, guess it's ho season (bitch) Shorty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to meet you With these lights off,

That'll get me high Just a stupid motherfucker If I die, I die Yeah! Alright! I'm looking for a mother Watching it all, fading,

Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me Fix your motherfuckin face nigga! Look at these fuckin chimpanzees Bunch of fuckin monkeys (Mr. Porter!) I been shot, I been stabbed I took all that I have to give And I never ran, never have

The beating of a million drums The fire of a million guns The mother of a million sons Civilization Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east Paralyzed and possessed by crusaders deceased Lost to the sirens that call from the turbulent tide