Buss'n Rocks Lyrics - Snoop Doggy Dogg

Another smoke session up in this motherfucker 

Blaze some shit up for me Q 

Yea, wussup Dogg, this is whut I'm talkin bout 

Some of that gangsta shit (Eastside) 

Shuttin these niggas up (Shut em up shut em up dogg) 

Westcoast nigga, Quik and Snoop Dogg (Forever) 

9-9 nigga 

When I wake up in the morning and I get up out my bed 

I feel good, o yes I do 

Cause I still can give it up for you 

Chorus: 

Cause we're all a little strong 

In the Beach, where the paper's long 

But as for me 

I only G when I'm buss'n rocks 

Dogg Pound 

(repeat) 

Verse One: 

Nigga, you know you gotta have heart 

I told you niggas from the start 

If I'm still in it, I'm in it for life 

Always stay down and keep my motha fuckin' game tight 

Cause ever since Elementary, or was it Pre-school Quik? 

I was a motha fuckin' fool 

I had to have papers it was routine 

A young nigga on a mission for them collard greens 

I, shake niggas 

Break Niggas 

Make niggas, shank theyselves 

For fuckin with my wealth (nigga) 

And it'll catch on 

Cause if it don't, it's on 

And, 'causez, I ain't even slippin' when I'm all alone 

Sittin' back loungin' in the Chronic Zone 

Clown me ya gone 

Surround me, it's on 

Get the money you're gone 

My niggas' paper so long 

They call him Snoop Capone 

So if you want me, get me, got me 

Should have shot him 

But now they call me Snoop Gotti 

And that's all I LBC 

Betta yet, that's all I DPGC 

Chorus (2x) 

Verse Two: 

I'm slappin' bones 

In front of my home 

Choppin' game on the phone 

Smokin' a zone 

Big 6, big 5-3's with ya bitches 

My girls in the kitchen, cookin' up some fish and 

I'm blastin' at this nigga that was trippin' 

O, knuckle head nigga, thought I was slippin' 

But I wasn't slippin', I was on deck 

I blast his ass, peck peck now his shirt's wet 

Dead, gone, light's out 

With no remorse, I had to take him out 

I'm laughin' at this shit cause it was funny 

Fuckin' with the dogg I take your life and your money 

And then I dip to my spot (dip dip) 

And set up shop with yo rocks (motha fucka) 

And nobody gon' speak on the 8-7 

Cause still, all doggs go to heaven 

Chorus (2x) 

Verse 3: 

I'm freestylin' 

C-stylin' 

Snoop and Quik comin' through we fin' to take you to the island 

Where the bitches and the bud come free 

And everybody listen to the D-O double G 

Hoes on my dick, niggas on my nuts 

People be lovin' me because I drop cuts 

That makes sense, it make big money 

See Snoop is that nigga who don't hafta play funny 

But I got yo honey, up under my wing 

Cause she like the song that the bow-wow sing 

I'll put her in a cling 

I won't buy her a ring 

But I'll put her on the hoe-stroll to make me some green 

And even if she never even saw me befo' 

There's just no way that she can tell me no 

You know my game's unbelievable baby (uh uh, uh uh) 

And it's strong enough to make your grandmama pay me 

Chorus (2x) 

West coast, gangsta shit 

My nigga DJ Q 

Yea 

Like I told y'all 

DPG for the 9-9 

DPG, yea Top Dogg, fo sho' 

Smoke y'all