From Long Beach 2 Brick City Lyrics - Paid Tha Cost To Be Da Boss - Snoop Dogg

Get on up to get down 

And really go to town 

I say, don't stop till you get enough 

I wanna rock with you 

Shake your stuff 

Get on up to get down 

And really go to town 

I say, don't stop till you get enough 

I wanna rock with you 

Shake your stuff 

Yo yo, Doctor, everybody hit the floor 

Wild out till the security hit the door, I'm dirty 

Gorilla paws, bang sugar walls 

Hoes wanna pop E, hang with a Dogg 

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I told my man Snoop, she salmonilla 

Got a ho with no dough with condoms with her 

I'm a ride to the death of Def Squad on my chest 

Look at it crook at it, rob you and jet 

Surprise you and flex 

Funk in the Cadillac truck with a chicken, bobbing her neck 

You done woke up and ain't trying to sleep 

You done called up Hugh Heffer to find the freaks 

I'mma stay on the street 

I'mma stay saying, "Fuck you", behind police 

My mamma ain't raise no fool, she love me 

That's why she hide my tool inside her room 

I'm a jump, bump, throw that ass 

Rough sex, I gotta fuck with shoulder pads 

I'm like baby powder, ain't nann 'nother 

Ain't nann ho getting Redman butter 

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And my man Gutter, DJ Murder Inc. 

Ja know them hoes yo we can't love 'em 

Underground the heat yeah, I stay buzzing 

Mixtapes I'm on the street they stay dubbing 

Brick City riding, then 'bout it 'bout it 

Shoot up you town then we Bin Ladin hidin' 

Meth, show 'em where the luger kept 

Open your safe, show me where the food and vest 

I hope when Dre hear this, he give a beat for ten more 

'Cause I stay on the corner like squegeemen 

Yo Nate Dogg, what's happening y'all 

Long Beach, Brick City, scream at your frog 

Everybody shaking 

All these hoes around me 

She was lost in the land of love 

Glad that Nate Dogg found me 

Girl, you got a phatty 

New York back to Cali 

You know who got the bomb weed 

Long Beach to Brick City 

I know just want you want, I got just want you need 

Turn that shit around, and back it up on me 

Since I was the first, I guess I'll be the last to leave 

D-O-double-G, will you keep it gangsta please 

I gots to do it, yes yes loc', we keep the best smoke 

Me and my nigga, my nerve, my kinfolk 

I kick a bitch in the ass and then smoke 

I'm a motherfucking fool in the pool doing the breaststroke 

You want a problem, well, let's go 

'Cause if not I came to disco 

And freak this ho from Acopoqo 

And flip her inside out, now I'm 'bout to ride 

Let's go we hit the hood slow 

Post up, set up, shop and press four 

Who got the best flow, who got the most dough 

Who got the best hoes, nigga you know 

Shit its been ten years since I hit some cess smoke 

But I still rock a mean coat on the West Coast in the summertime 

And I crumble mine down to the dandelion 

Nigga watch how I handle mine 

Spiritual, hear we go, hear this 

Snoop D-O-double-G, man I'm so fearless 

Square biz, you know what time it is 

I'm cool on these niggas but I'm hard on a bitch 

Now check dis, fact is 

Put your back out, now back in 

Go head, wiggle it, round you feeling me now 

Girlfriend, you killing them now 

The way you shake your booty 

It makes me want your booty 

The way you shake your booty 

Sure looks good to me 

The way you shake your booty 

It makes me want your booty 

The way you shake your booty 

Sure looks good to me