(feat. Goldie Loc & Bootsy Collins)





[Snoop Dogg:]

My goodness my gracious shell toe Adidas with the fat blue laces

Hand full of aces trumped up dump trunk white wall paces

Drink til you drop motherfucker cop

Old English 800 on the block

Way before St. Ide's came to the spot

Niggas used to hang out and do the pop lock

And if we got into some shit we never pop shots

We'd squab scrap whatever it was

And live to talk about it and we get old cause

And keep a pack of zig zags for that good old bud

We do a house party what the fuck is a club

And the ese's they sold most of the drugs

La familia hell and [?]

We get money yeah and we do low ride

Represent it and talk nope no not I

That's the code in every hood that you roam

Fastest way to catch a hot slug in your dome

O.G. the place that I call home

Black Lac like that and it's sitting on chrome

Plaque in back strap in Lac

Antennas wake you up for a rat trying to set a new trap

Swinging the track dripping curl juice on your back

Breaking hearts like Roger and Zapp motherfucker



[Bootsy Collins:]

Back in the day it was cheaper to keep her

Hang out with your friends and smoking the reefer

Pound for pound we were the baddest in town

You just had to get up for the get down

Some say we the next generation

But we lack education



[Goldie Loc:]

[?] drinking mad dog 20/20

Silver satin blue Kool Aid sagging in my Dickies

I got my loccs on sailing through my neighborhood

Catch you slipping on them bricks it ain't all good

Front door kicker Glock spitter

Black and gold flag across my face when I get you

3 wheeler tipping turning up the Alpine

[?] while I listen to the grapevine

[?] blue Crips all by the front door

East side rip riding gang banging all I know

Heart break hotel hush puppy neck kicker

I grew up on that crazy one five nigga

If you locc from my block then hop something

And I ain't talking bout no peel nigga block hunting

Blue corduroys while I'm talking on my brick phone

14 years old had to bring the shit home

My uncle Sugar Bear showed me how to bag it up

Look at the block now nigga it's sewed up

I ain't playing with you old grand pubas

Peace out Rolando ran things with no [?]

Now take a picture of this 8 ball sipper

Look down at my shoes blue strings nigga

Goldie Loc will keep this motherfucker crack-a-lackin

The only thing I wanna hear is gang bang rapping



[Bootsy Collins:]

Some say we the next generation

But we lack education

Hanging with the crew of devastation

Yeah but we one nation mama

Tally-ho and away we go

See you next week with a brand new show

When you funk around here ain't nothing consensual

You know I funk so hard you gonna need your parent's credential

Now I'm in the street cause I lost my sheep

But now I know where to find that

Now how cool is cold when you're trying to compete

Standing next to me son you better take a seat

Can't none of you cut throats funk like me

You better check with Snoop Dogg and get your pedigree

Why oh why do I think like that

If I am with the dog you must be a cat

Now tally-ho and away we go

See you next week with a brand new show

I want the bomb I want that O.G. back

There's a party going on in my head

While I think about the blood that we shed

Then party uh when the player play

There's a party going on up in here



Back in the day it was cheaper to keep her

Hang out with your friends and smoking the reefer

Pound for pound we were the baddest in town

You just had to get up for the get down

Some say we the next generation

But we lack education

Hanging with the crew of devastation

Yeah but we one nation mama

Hanging with the Snoopatronics bobba