Snoop Dogg- "pump Pump" Lyrics - Wrestling

Verse One: 

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Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump 

Pump Pump 

Let the motion of your body be the key, 'cause we 

be the motherfuckin G Funk family 

Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game 

Snoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the game 

If it ain't one thing it's a motherfuckin nother 

Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother 

Whether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuce 

When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get loose 

'cause back in the days, on the side where it's at 

A nigga had to have a fat stack 

And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and go 

rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall 

Can't none of y'all niggaz see the Doggy Dogg 

'cause I'm one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness 

So shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kickin this 

Chorus: (repeat 2X) 

Blam blam, blam to dem all 

Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump) 

Verse Two: Snoop 

Now you can look to the Sun, and spot the moon 

And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room 

With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk 

Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a nigga... 

I come down with the wickedness 

One rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!) 

Close your eyes 'cause you can't see me 

I quit school cause of recess you fuckin B.G. 

I'm shakin up the party, like Lodi Dodi 

Is he the dopest? Ya betta ask somebody 

When, then, send, some gin 

And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin 

In nineteen-motherfuckin-ninety-three 

I'm fuckin up every nigga known in the indistry 

Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang 

You know who I am you know my motherfuckin name, who am I? 

(The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Smell) last name (D-O-double-G) 

The behavior and the flavor that I found 

Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound 

Chorus 

Verse Three: Malik 

Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat 

Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat 

Don't sleep while I creep peep out my technique 

I forgot, I'm out of sight so you can't see the 

MC of the year, you hear and you fear 

i got somethin for them niggaz in the front and the rear 

I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride 

I'm satisfied now everything is really alright 

You know when I come nigga I come wicked 

Don't need no permisison, motherfucker I'ma kick it 

Niggaz sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuit 

Lick em up shot, it don't stop, till dem all drop 

Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks 

Just stop, rottin on the next niggaz jock 

I'm strapped with my glock on your block 

And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot 

Chorus