Snoop Dogg

Snoop Dogg - Woof songtekst

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[Snoop Talking]
 Hell yeah
 That was a mothafuckin' trip
 The way y'all niggaz had the whole world sayin' UH!!!  na  na  na  na
 This here the Doggfather  rappin' on this shit here
 Check this out

 Chorus:
 Let me here ya say
 Woof! mothafucker  Woof! mothafucker
 Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay (come on  everybody say)
 Everybody  let me hear ya say
 Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
 Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay

 [Fiend]
 I run with convicted felons
 Scream, yellin'
 Bitch I'ma soldier!
 Stick in my chrome reciever, and I fins to get it on
 Influenced by the dolja
 Blastin' at the rollers
 Callin' couple of soldiers
 Fuckin' up with this song bitch
 Your mom shoulda told ya
 I ain't nothin' nice
 Snoop brought the boss
 I got the spark, lets go on a body high
 Put it on my life, and my favorite weed pipe
 Soldiers greed, with ice
 Watch me budda up in the night
 Carefull to forever, the one that ?? shot him
 Bringin' the drama like a punk, but your fucking somebody
 Whut Lodi Dodi, send a duce up in dey coupe
 But after a hard eight
 Snoop and his soldiers gonna make ya say

 Chorus:
 Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
 Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (Jeah, nigga, I can make ya say)
 Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
 Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (yeah, tank doggs, let me hear ya say)
 Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
 Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (all my real rap niggaz say)
 Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
 Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (yeah, Mystikal, where you at?)

 [Mystikal]
 Nigga, all I really wanna do is
 Get down, on the get down!
 That mothafucker better sit down


 We up in this bitch now
 Got the take to make the hap
 We gon' make our money right
 Tired of livin' the stress life
 Pressure, fuck price
 Yikes!
 Know what I like
 Keep it hype!
 Betcha I right
 Put pounds of ice on ya, like white on rice
 Vise grips on mics
 Turnin' to fights
 Burnin' up the limelight
 Fire!
 And you ain't gotta strain your eyes to find us
 Throwin' bad days behind us
 Ahh damn up in the headlights
 Bout to let it shine
 Find your ass in there tip-toeing
 Your ass is mine
 We got you waitin' for us on the radio
 So our albums can drop
 Snoop, Fiend, me, Beats By The Pound, you know that's gon' pop
 Jump in the game in the walkway
 With enough money to fuck with
 Till ya hear that last fuckin' woof
 We ain't done yet

 Chorus
 Let me here ya say
 Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
 Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (yeah, uh-huh, all my niggaz say)
 Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
 Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (na, na, na, na, na, na)
 Woof! mothafucker, Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!
 Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (na, na, na, na, na, na)
 Let me hear ya say
 Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!
 Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay

 [Snoop]
 I come faster than a speedin' bullet
 Or I can take my time and move it slow
 Wake up outta my seat and hit this mic and blow like some indo
 You can call me what you want
 Just don't call me no punk
 My name is Snoop D-O-double-G
 And I'm the godfather of G-Funk
 I'll put this shit down, like clown, Dogg Pound is my set
 Nigga set outta line, I shoot them in they mothafuckin' spine
 And break they necks (nigga, nigga)
 As I go down, you gon' realize that
 See when you run up in my face you able to get smacked, jacked, just
 like that
 I'ma fool, break the rules, damn, way too cool
 They call me Snoop D-O-double-G (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)

 Cause I'ma fuckin' fool, I can get silly
 But I'd rather sit back, relax, new jacks, get smacked, cause I'm tryin'
 to
 blaze up a sack (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
 To my nigga Mystikal, Fiend, and my big homie Master P
 Cause thats just the way this shit gon' be
 Baby, N-O-L-I-M-I-T (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
 We gon' make y'all say Woof
 Until you mothafuckers demand
 That nigga named Snoop

 Chorus
 I can make 'em say
 Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
 Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (laughing)
 I can make 'em say
 Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
 Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay
 Let me here ya say
 Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
 Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay
 Let me hear ya say
 Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker
 Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (everybody in the house)
 Say
 Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
 Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (up top, come on)
 Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,
 na,
 na)
 Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (down low)
 Yeah, yeah, and who side (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
 Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay *repeated till end*
 And not only that
 And not only that
 This No Limit baby
 Ya heard me?
 Yeah
 And not only that
 Shit get crazy in this mothafcuker
 Ya heard me?
 Uh
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Calvin Broadus, Craig Bazile, David Spradley, Garry Shider, George Clinton, Michael Tyler (2), Percy Miller, Richard Anthony Jones, Jr.

Componist: ?

Publisher: Capitol Records Inc.

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 2005

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Da Game Is to Be Sold, Not to Be Told (1998)

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