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[Snoop Dogg]



Shabba-dabba-doo



Bad Azz,this is another Dogghouse experience



Uh,feels good in here Baby



Yoo-haa,ha-ha







[Chorus]



If a busta ran up on you 



Bad Azz tell me what would you do



We get Ready 2 Bang



That Dogghouse Gangsta Gang,ahh ahow



Psycho like no Dogghouse niggaz



So fire up the doo-doo



We get Ready 2 Bang



That Dogghouse Gangsta Gang,Westcoast







[Verse 1]



Holla at a playa when you see me in the streets



I'm often traffic tryin' to get it cuz a nigga gotta eat



We can holla if it's 'bout fillin' my plate



I feel like killin' somebody when a nigga ain't late



It's about weight,when you workin' smart shit it don't flip right



Put the wrong ties and dees it won't slip right



Get the wrong blunt for the weed it won't hit right



And money don't grow on trees so what I look like



Make moves,can't lose if I do it that way



Fuck a fight,ain't nobody fin' to put they gat away



That's fast lane,lil' kids here to blow your head away



Holla at a playa when you see me in the streets



Who got the cell phones for sale,who got it crackin' with the heat



Who got the club with the top shop and parks for cars



The Ese homies do the paint and body shop in the yard



Who got the hook-up with the burned out 2 way pagers



Can you give me a vest or a infrared laser



See me,I'm just a smart brother everything made for







[Chorus]







[Verse 2]



Holla at a playa when you see me on the streets



I'm often traffic tryin' to get it cuz a nigga gotta eat



We can holla if it's 'bout fillin' my plate



I feel like killin' somebody when a nigga ain't late



It's about weight,fuck a few ki's move freight



And you doublin' your money if you take it upstate



Once you outta town get the prices on the pound



Shoot the number to your boy have him come on down



With a few of those who know money like y'all



All Lakers say is "Damn,y'all niggaz is ballin"



Y'all back callin' all shots round here



Used to have to bring two Glocks round here



It's about five different gangs and the cops round here



And today Long Beach's about as crazy as it is



And maybe we'll live,every ever even see it



Believe it and how they get money ain't no secret



But they gon' try to keep it from you when they see you



Learn to keep on movin' you gon' see the tables keep on turnin'



First I was destined with no paper and no hoes



Now I got bitches in the show biz glow



So holla at a playa when you see me in the streets



Don't let the green grab fool you tryin' to test me with some heat



Cuz bye bye you outta here,gone see you later



When I'm still here a small part outta everything major