Snoop Dogg - "hell Yeah" (steve Austin) Lyrics - Wrestling

{*sound of glass shattering*} 

[Snoop] Yeah, ha ha, Snoop Dogg 

[W.C.] Dub C.. heh, yeah 

[Snoop] All up in here, bay-bay.. yeah 

[W.C.] Uh-huh 

[Snoop] Straight G thang, yeah 

[W.C.] 

Code of the night is droppin these thangs on your dome 

Hittin up my enemies, mad doggin em with a heart full of stone 

BLAM BLAM! Kickin yo' door down, throwdown, dirty and low down 

It's bout to go down, who ready for the showdown? 

Which one of y'all wanna be the first to get tossed in the tussle 

Buckle, choked up by these muscles and, taste these knuckles 

Lost I'm runnin em all, haters I'm gunnin em all 

Tricks I done done em all then I ain't go no love for none of y'all 

I'm comin through like a Brougham, givin it up with both hands 

Slaughterin your whole fam, rippin up the program 

Total chaos, deadly as snake eyes, so cain't 

none of you bustaz hurt me - fool I'm a G with no mercy 

[Snoop Dogg] 

When I say, "Hell" - you say, "Yeah" 

(c'mon) Hell - yeah (c'mon) hell - YEAH 

(c'mon) Hell - YEAH! (everybody c'mon) hell - YEAH! 

(everybody-body) Hell - YEAH! 

(c'mon, c'mon) Hell - yeah (ha ha) 

Chorus: Snoop Dogg 

If you down with these hits say HELL YEAH 

If you came to get busy say HELL YEAH 

If you like what you see say HELL YEAH 

If you down with me, say HELL YEAH 

If you like what you see say HELL YEAH 

If you came to get busy say HELL YEAH 

If you down with 'Stone Cold' say HELL YEAH 

Party people in the house say HELL YEAH 

[W.C.] 

Gettin my bail on, swell on, far from a rookie 

I SPIT in your face and look at ya dare ya to say somethin to me 

Temper tantrum, smash random, quick to put you in a casket 

The fool that run up is that fool to get his ass kicked 

{???} you the ones, it's an open invitation 

These ass-kickins I'm dishin they got no discrimination 

Patience, long gone, I'ma, chalkin em off 

Walkin up bombin on sight cause I'm through talkin to y'all 

Hands up loc I'm lit up, fed up, ready to bust, shakin em up 

Wettin em up, slangin these knuckles cameras I'm gettin em up 

Raised on the turf where we, slay for the turf 

And I'm the realest rider to walk the, face of this Earth 

Strapped you best to be, ain't no standin next to me 

Checkin me, thought I warned you cowards about testin me 

Pressin me, see the game of pain, yo I'ma plug it 

I'm so rugged -- shhhh, I'm cold blooded 

Chorus 

[W.C.] 

Yeah, y'all know what time it is 

Y'all know how it's goin down 

No surrender no retreat no takedown 

Beanie Mac cookin up the track 

That's right, Snoop Dogg and Dub-C ridin in the back 

Make sure y'all know what time it is 

Huh huh, yeah, we gon' make this happen 

for everybody out there, the heat bangers, and headbangers 

Check this out - what's crackin homey? 

Chorus 

[Snoop] 

All up in this be-i-itch!