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Snoop Dogg - Doggyland Lyrics |
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| Current Rating: None | [Verse 3: Snoop
Dogg]
Killin up crews, give em the real street blues
Have em
slidin in their eelskins, groovin in their tennis shoes
Of course it don't
stop bein a Westside ridah
Wit no tattoo that's how they got the clue
I
lay conversation on wax and CD's
BG's and o-riginals, here come the
mission
Makin biters ride the Pound for the rest of the season
Doggy DPG
ya lil homey, uhh
I represent the LBC-ment
Windows tint, nigga that's the
president
I hit you with a tune every blue moon
Collard on your plate so
you can stuff it in your face
Nigga say your Grace before you touch your
plate
It taste like it's laced but it ain't
This one puff uncut, no
doubt
Everybody know I gotta ounce and a half
[Chorus x1
1/2]
[Outro:]
Shucks
(Oooh ooh ooohhh oooohhhh ooh,
oooh oooh oooohhhh ooh)
(Death Rowwww, Death Rowwww)
[repeat]
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