W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick About to unleash another one of those platinum plus hits And the word is on the streets, and the word is the streets We goin' go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg A day in the life, of a Rollin 20 Crip I'm just a stubborn type of fella with a head like a brick And just because I sip Moet, they say that I'm hopeless But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the loc'ness Now this is how we do it when we checking the grip Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so don't even trip I bust a funky composition that's smooth as a prism Now check it as I kick off in this funky ass rhythm It's six dub, the phone is ringing off the deck And it's some homies talking about I disrespected they set Aww no, Dogg ain't this y'all I got couple relatives up off of Crenshaw This is about me and Simon, not me and y'all I got love for a bunch of real be -Dogs Like K-Dub, Top Cat, be -Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face And the homie Har'ron rest in peace Big Jay from Cappinella Park He used to blaze with his nephew after dark On and on, rocking big neck bone Mauseberg I had to put you on my song It's so real, I had show some love Now back to the scrub, it ain't about Crip or Blood It's about you being jealous bout what I does cause I does it the most, the King of The Coast, in a Pink Plaint Pos I back ya down like Shack Daddy, and bust on ya out the new Caddy And skirt up Wiltshire Boulevard I'm not Xzibit, you can't pull my hoe card I fucked all your groupies, when you was doing time and kept Snoopy With the fags & snitches, no killers just bitches And you was paying niggas off of all my riches You so hard caught, why ain't you go to level 4? Oh I know (bitch) But I walk the main line every time I go down You can check my G Files, I do it LBC style I got the word on ya Simon (Simon), you need to just start rhyming cause you the biggest star on your label And them other niggas just crumbs off my table, you're not able To compete with the heat that I drop And I still ain't been paid, for One-Eight-Seven On A Cop I started yo shit, and I'll end yo shit If you keep talking shit on Crip It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack(jealous Ass nigga) It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack (gon get pimp slapped) [Repeat: x2] Money, I get it, paper I got it Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em [Repeat: x2] If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be famous And I'll be spending money out the anus Your only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your level Man you worser than devils A lot of niggas should've said it, fuck em But I'ma say it for em, stop it, pop it, rewind and play it for em This nigga's a bitch like his wife Suge Knight's a bitch, and that's on my life And I'ma let the whole world see Cause you fucked up the industry, and that's on me We can go head up, nigga, set it up Or we can do the other thing, I love to wet it up Your rappers and artists, tell em, shut it up Cause I'll fuck every last one of em up, especially Kurupt See that's my lil' homeboy, so he knows what's up He better keep it Crippin, and slip his clip in Cause these niggas tripping, this is official business Do the same way, leave no witnesses This is that unexpected diss directed, sprayed, covered and protected Strip you butt naked, chicky-check-check-it It's all to the good again You can catch Snoopy Dibby Double in the hood again Spinning that real times, spitting that real shit To make the whole world feel it So put the bacon in the skillet, and try to peel it Cause Doggystyle Records is the realest, nigga It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack(jealous Ass nigga) It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack (gon get pimp slapped) [Repeat: x2] Money, I get it, paper I got it Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em Money, I get it, paper I got it Jealous ass nigga
Ce tem dinheiro, carro, mulheres já entendi Te dou uma colher chá Isso não basta pra ser Mc O corta vento cortando os papo torto Escalando há muito pra chegar no topo Trono nada filantropo Bem egoista Mas pra tirar vocês dele Coloco todos os Reis na barriga Reu das rimas Concisas nocivas à pela saco Peita da Gucci, tênis lui linhas de guardanapo Oque ce guarda na napa Não é carta, chuva de manga Grava a data Arrota gravata trás sua banca Que maestro ensina como a banda toca Tão de toca Mente oca Na alencastro destruídos em um crepito No século vinte um Honrando snoop, stk, pac, big, em e doom É Rum, whisky, bailley Ruim na queda Sem bling bling ou haze Isso é golden rap D3, xin, nova era
"🎵 It all falls down to the fact that you jealous I got a paper stack! (Paper stack.) It all falls down to the fact that you jealous and that's just that! (Don't be Pimp Ass!) It all falls down to the fact that you jealous I won't pay ya back! (Jealous Ass Man.) It all falls down to the fact that you jealous you're outta wack! (Don't be Pimp Ass!) 🎵"
Brayer pas Même si ça crame comme une garetci J’aime si ça brasse comme une barrette suisse Sans ce travestir Ça pue la mort dans l’appart J’me pavane comme un cadavre J’pas fais millième de l’Atlas Faut se casser de la crasse Cette vie c’est comme un kidnapping Après l’pèlerinage J’ai vu vos belles images dans vos p’tite partie J’plane a mort, jusqu’à à l’atterrissage Un vrais boulanger, tu kiffe ça fils quand que j’petri ça Ma bouille entière sur l’affiche j’ai finis l’apprentissage Faudrait canaliser nos sales idée Tout faire tamiser Tousser après l’teh j’ai laisser ma despé Tout prête à tisser On me prête allégeance On te prête à Sydney J’vais rentrer dans la légende En chantant a Gizeh J’vois la vie que en billet Complètement vert On s’pete en teille Con bête en meute Ramène la peuf qu’on ère fonsde J’donnerais pas la vie avec ce coup d’rein Mon but là faire crier contre ce coussin Du poussin jusqu’au coque J’ai les méthodes pour m’être en cloque même ton épouse hein J’fais du troque j’ramene de l’or, faut qu’on m’acclame même dans la bouse hein Pour quelque bout de rose on va me pousser dans les orties J’finis la soirée soul en force, à vomir comme la meuf de l’exorciste Il m’faudrait de lexomil, j’ai les nerfs sortie Il faut du très gros chiffre, du très gros chiffre J’ai les skills et kata Les techniques que tu n’as pas Mais pourquoi faire un foulard quand tu peux juste courir tout droit J’passe ma vie a pourrir comme si j’étais dans le cercueil J’me suis toujours pas cerner, ça m’intéresse pas vos cercle Renfermer, on cède dans l’excès Pas besoin de transgerser J’veux pas j’vos lèvres gercer J’ken tout comme un trans bg J’suis dangereux comme un le cran baisser Jusqu’à la gâchette presser Ou la hachette tailler Faut cumuler tout les comptes en banque de la HSBC J’men vous que vos soiree paraissent privé J’vous lance des pique comme l’escrime et j’me barre comme le shérif après une affaire plié Après avoir tout pete vous allez m’croiser ou vous partez en cance va Avec un coktail sur un transat Que d’la viande grasse À choper toute les carences tout les quarts d’heure J’carbure a tout, au beurre j’suis comme le le CAC 40 ma gueul
First things first I'm tryna put emcees in a hearse Suckas in thirst cuz they game dry in need of a thirst But I got guns that'll quench ya for hydration Steppin' into a gangsta nation I be black rhino and I'm makin' Funky grooves that sooth ya mind moods Though I been told Im crude pardon my rude' Ness my lyrics just love to manifest and bless like a toke of cannibus Check the heat I bust thatll turn a hata into dust No ashes gettin' passes even in school I skipped classes Rather slap girls asses leavin' gashes On the back of their minds I stocky fella with pernicious rhymes Blowin' my pines so sound one time Cuz it's about to be a major crime The emcee raider makin' massacres Oh you thought you could fade tha Freshest dopest emcee since the twenty first century Naw nigga I'm bringin back that real shit Til ya either dead or a crip so take a trip With me into another Galaxy some call me. Dr Strange cuz my minds travels faster than bullet trains spittin' them flames From the top of my grain my pineal gland enlighten Mad hypin' while you bitches still typing Shit up in ya weak ass magazine I load up my rhymes and let em bust like thirty round magazine til they heads guillotine Switchin' up teams can none touch my cream I'm an all star livin' the dream catch my beam I'm aiming the tech at ya cap soon to get pimp slapped Now check the stats we cheat more than the Pats makin' facts not fictions Stay out of bounds ya pass jurisdiction Nailed to a crime like a pension mentally in a cruxificion ain't none hittin' My flows cuz I pitch heat faster than Randy Johnson In the strike zone I'm on my own give a dog a bone Retainin' my throne with my Queen Redbone Flossin' the big herringbone addin' chapters to my tome Like Jackson they won't leave me alone So I gotta flex the chrome cannon a hulk like Bannon I be last real nigga standing beat downs I'm handing On some brand Nubian shit my flows is lit Your is shit so shut the fuck up n sit back while a real nigga spit before I leave ya clothes wetter than a pussy clit bitch!!!!
[DJ E-Z Dick] W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick About to unleash another one of those platnum plus hits And the word is on the streets, and the word is the streets We gon go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg [Snoop Dogg] A day in the life, of a Rollin' 20 Crip I'm just a stubborn type of fella with a head like a brick Now just because I sip Moet, they say that I'm hopeless But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the loc'ness Now this is how we do it when we checking the grip Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so don't even trip I bust a funky composition that's as smooth as a prism So check it while I kick off in this funky-ass rhythm It's six dub, the phone is ringing off the deck And it's some homies talking about I disrespected they set Aww nah, Dogg ain't diss y'all I got a couple relatives up off of Crenshaw This is about me and Simon, not me and y'all I got love for a bunch of real B-Dogs Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Real, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face And the homie Heron rest in peace Big Jay from Campanella Park He used to blaze with his nephew after dark On and on, rocking big Neckbone Mausberg I had to put you on my song It's so real, I had to show some love Now back to this scrub, it ain't about Crip or Blood It's about you bein' jealous of what I does Cause I does it the most, the king of the coast In the paint playin' post - I back you down Like Shaq-Daddy, and bust on ya out the new Caddy And skirt up Wilshire Boulevard I'm not Xzibit, you can't "Pull My Ho Card" .. I fucked all your groupies When you was doing time in Camp Snoopy With the fags and snitches, no killers just bitches And you was payin' niggas off with all my riches You so hardco', why you ain't go to level fo'? Oh I know (bitch!) But I walk the mainline every time I go down You can check my G Files I do it L.B.C. style .. I got the word on you Simon You need to just start rhymin' Cause you the biggest star on your label And them other niggas just crumbs off my table You're not able, to compete with the heat that I drop And I still ain't been paid, for "1-8-7 on a cop" I started yo' shit and I will end yo' shit If you keep talkin shit on Crip! [Hook 1: repeat 2X] It all boils down to the fact That you're jealous of my paper stack (jealous ass nigga) It all boils down to the fact That you're jealous of my paper stack (gon' get pimp slapped) [Hook 2: repeat 2X] Money, I get it, paper I got it I got the dope Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em Run up, ya get done up, I stay one up [Snoop Dogg] If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be famous And I'll be spending money out the anus Your only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your level Man you worse than them devils Alotta niggas should've said it, fuck em But I'ma say it for em, stop it, pop it, rewind and play it for em This nigga's a bitch like his wife Suge Knight's a bitch, and that's on my life And I'ma let the whole world see Cause you fucked up the industry, and that's on me We can go head up, nigga, set it up Or we can do the other thing, I love to wet it up Your rappers and artists, tell em, shut it up Cause I'll fuck every last one of 'em up, especially Kurupt (shshshsh) See that's my lil homeboy, so he knows what's up (what's up) He better keep it Crippin', and slip his clip in Cause these niggas trippin', this is official business Do the same way, leave no witnesses This is that unexpected misdirected, sprayed, covered and protected Strip you butt naked, chicky-check-check-it It's all to the good again You can catch Snoopy Do Double in the hood again (Eastside) Spinning that real times, spitting that real shit To make the whole world feel it (feel it) So put the bacon in the skillet (hahaha), and try to peel it Cause Doggystyle Records is the realest, nigga [Hook 1] Money, I get it, paper I got it Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em Money, I get it, paper I got it Jealous ass nigga SHARE THE LYRICS “PIMP SLAPP'D” TRACK INFO Produced ByJosef Leimberg Written BySnoop Dogg, DJ Quik, Bootsy Collins, Bernie Worrell, George Clinton, Norman Durham, Josef Leimberg, Nile Rodgers & Bernard Edwards Release DateNovember 26, 2002
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i miss beats like this
perfect picture to describe the song.
Went at suge hard on this joint 😲😲😲
Sounds official
BRO THIS SHIT GOES HARD
Perfect remake
How long I waited for this beat
Beat literally so hard
187 on a undercover cooooooP
reproduce the batman and robin beat off the same album!!!
Legendary
W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick
About to unleash another one of those platinum plus hits
And the word is on the streets, and the word is the streets
We goin' go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg
A day in the life, of a Rollin 20 Crip
I'm just a stubborn type of fella with a head like a brick
And just because I sip Moet, they say that I'm hopeless
But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the loc'ness
Now this is how we do it when we checking the grip
Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so don't even trip
I bust a funky composition that's smooth as a prism
Now check it as I kick off in this funky ass rhythm
It's six dub, the phone is ringing off the deck
And it's some homies talking about I disrespected they set
Aww no, Dogg ain't this y'all
I got couple relatives up off of Crenshaw
This is about me and Simon, not me and y'all
I got love for a bunch of real be -Dogs
Like K-Dub, Top Cat, be -Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face
And the homie Har'ron rest in peace
Big Jay from Cappinella Park
He used to blaze with his nephew after dark
On and on, rocking big neck bone
Mauseberg I had to put you on my song
It's so real, I had show some love
Now back to the scrub, it ain't about Crip or Blood
It's about you being jealous bout what I does
cause I does it the most, the King of The Coast, in a Pink Plaint Pos
I back ya down like Shack Daddy, and bust on ya out the new Caddy
And skirt up Wiltshire Boulevard
I'm not Xzibit, you can't pull my hoe card
I fucked all your groupies, when you was doing time and kept Snoopy
With the fags & snitches, no killers just bitches
And you was paying niggas off of all my riches
You so hard caught, why ain't you go to level 4? Oh I know (bitch)
But I walk the main line every time I go down
You can check my G Files, I do it LBC style
I got the word on ya Simon (Simon), you need to just start rhyming
cause you the biggest star on your label
And them other niggas just crumbs off my table, you're not able
To compete with the heat that I drop
And I still ain't been paid, for One-Eight-Seven On A Cop
I started yo shit, and I'll end yo shit
If you keep talking shit on Crip
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack(jealous
Ass nigga)
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack
(gon get pimp slapped) [Repeat: x2]
Money, I get it, paper I got it
Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em [Repeat: x2]
If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be famous
And I'll be spending money out the anus
Your only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your level
Man you worser than devils
A lot of niggas should've said it, fuck em
But I'ma say it for em, stop it, pop it, rewind and play it for em
This nigga's a bitch like his wife
Suge Knight's a bitch, and that's on my life
And I'ma let the whole world see
Cause you fucked up the industry, and that's on me
We can go head up, nigga, set it up
Or we can do the other thing, I love to wet it up
Your rappers and artists, tell em, shut it up
Cause I'll fuck every last one of em up, especially Kurupt
See that's my lil' homeboy, so he knows what's up
He better keep it Crippin, and slip his clip in
Cause these niggas tripping, this is official business
Do the same way, leave no witnesses
This is that unexpected diss directed, sprayed, covered and protected
Strip you butt naked, chicky-check-check-it
It's all to the good again
You can catch Snoopy Dibby Double in the hood again
Spinning that real times, spitting that real shit
To make the whole world feel it
So put the bacon in the skillet, and try to peel it
Cause Doggystyle Records is the realest, nigga
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack(jealous
Ass nigga)
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack
(gon get pimp slapped) [Repeat: x2]
Money, I get it, paper I got it
Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em
Money, I get it, paper I got it
Jealous ass nigga
This song so good no need for a parody or else I would've seen Bitch Slapp'd in the videos
How can I buy this?
U cant lmao
Its snoops song dummy
In description there's wrote purchase and shit, that's why I asked. 104
Do a tutorial
Ce tem dinheiro, carro, mulheres já entendi
Te dou uma colher chá
Isso não basta pra ser Mc
O corta vento cortando os papo torto
Escalando há muito pra chegar no topo
Trono nada filantropo
Bem egoista
Mas pra tirar vocês dele
Coloco todos os Reis na barriga
Reu das rimas
Concisas nocivas à pela saco
Peita da Gucci, tênis lui linhas de guardanapo
Oque ce guarda na napa
Não é carta, chuva de manga
Grava a data
Arrota gravata trás sua banca
Que maestro ensina como a banda toca
Tão de toca
Mente oca
Na alencastro destruídos em um crepito
No século vinte um
Honrando snoop, stk, pac, big, em e doom
É Rum, whisky, bailley
Ruim na queda
Sem bling bling ou haze
Isso é golden rap
D3, xin, nova era
MONEY I GET IT PAPER I GOT IT
HATERS I KEEP EM BITCHES A I GOT EM
I hear his voice when I hear this lol
"🎵 It all falls down to the fact that you jealous I got a paper stack! (Paper stack.)
It all falls down to the fact that you jealous and that's just that! (Don't be Pimp Ass!)
It all falls down to the fact that you jealous I won't pay ya back! (Jealous Ass Man.)
It all falls down to the fact that you jealous you're outta wack! (Don't be Pimp Ass!) 🎵"
skirt up wilshire boulevard....
Brayer pas
Même si ça crame comme une garetci
J’aime si ça brasse comme une barrette suisse
Sans ce travestir
Ça pue la mort dans l’appart
J’me pavane comme un cadavre
J’pas fais millième de l’Atlas
Faut se casser de la crasse
Cette vie c’est comme un kidnapping
Après l’pèlerinage
J’ai vu vos belles images dans vos p’tite partie
J’plane a mort, jusqu’à à l’atterrissage
Un vrais boulanger, tu kiffe ça fils quand que j’petri ça
Ma bouille entière sur l’affiche j’ai finis l’apprentissage
Faudrait canaliser nos sales idée
Tout faire tamiser
Tousser après l’teh j’ai laisser ma despé
Tout prête à tisser
On me prête allégeance
On te prête à Sydney
J’vais rentrer dans la légende
En chantant a Gizeh
J’vois la vie que en billet
Complètement vert
On s’pete en teille
Con bête en meute
Ramène la peuf qu’on ère fonsde
J’donnerais pas la vie avec ce coup d’rein
Mon but là faire crier contre ce coussin
Du poussin jusqu’au coque
J’ai les méthodes pour m’être en cloque même ton épouse hein
J’fais du troque j’ramene de l’or, faut qu’on m’acclame même dans la bouse hein
Pour quelque bout de rose on va me pousser dans les orties
J’finis la soirée soul en force, à vomir comme la meuf de l’exorciste
Il m’faudrait de lexomil, j’ai les nerfs sortie
Il faut du très gros chiffre, du très gros chiffre
J’ai les skills et kata
Les techniques que tu n’as pas
Mais pourquoi faire un foulard quand tu peux juste courir tout droit
J’passe ma vie a pourrir comme si j’étais dans le cercueil
J’me suis toujours pas cerner, ça m’intéresse pas vos cercle
Renfermer, on cède dans l’excès
Pas besoin de transgerser
J’veux pas j’vos lèvres gercer
J’ken tout comme un trans bg
J’suis dangereux comme un le cran baisser
Jusqu’à la gâchette presser
Ou la hachette tailler
Faut cumuler tout les comptes en banque de la HSBC
J’men vous que vos soiree paraissent privé
J’vous lance des pique comme l’escrime et j’me barre comme le shérif après une affaire plié
Après avoir tout pete vous allez m’croiser ou vous partez en cance va
Avec un coktail sur un transat
Que d’la viande grasse
À choper toute les carences tout les quarts d’heure
J’carbure a tout, au beurre j’suis comme le le CAC 40 ma gueul
First things first I'm tryna put emcees in a hearse
Suckas in thirst cuz they game dry in need of a thirst
But I got guns that'll quench ya for hydration
Steppin' into a gangsta nation I be black rhino and I'm makin'
Funky grooves that sooth ya mind moods
Though I been told Im crude pardon my rude'
Ness my lyrics just love to manifest and bless like a toke of cannibus
Check the heat I bust thatll turn a hata into dust
No ashes gettin' passes even in school I skipped classes
Rather slap girls asses leavin' gashes
On the back of their minds I stocky fella with pernicious rhymes
Blowin' my pines so sound one time
Cuz it's about to be a major crime
The emcee raider makin' massacres
Oh you thought you could fade tha
Freshest dopest emcee since the twenty first century
Naw nigga I'm bringin back that real shit
Til ya either dead or a crip so take a trip
With me into another Galaxy some call me.
Dr Strange cuz my minds travels faster than bullet trains spittin' them flames
From the top of my grain my pineal gland enlighten
Mad hypin' while you bitches still typing
Shit up in ya weak ass magazine I load up my rhymes and let em bust like thirty round magazine til they heads guillotine
Switchin' up teams can none touch my cream
I'm an all star livin' the dream catch my beam
I'm aiming the tech at ya cap soon to get pimp slapped
Now check the stats we cheat more than the Pats makin' facts not fictions
Stay out of bounds ya pass jurisdiction
Nailed to a crime like a pension mentally in a cruxificion ain't none hittin'
My flows cuz I pitch heat faster than Randy Johnson
In the strike zone I'm on my own give a dog a bone
Retainin' my throne with my Queen Redbone
Flossin' the big herringbone addin' chapters to my tome
Like Jackson they won't leave me alone
So I gotta flex the chrome cannon a hulk like Bannon
I be last real nigga standing beat downs I'm handing
On some brand Nubian shit my flows is lit
Your is shit so shut the fuck up n sit back while a real nigga spit before I leave ya clothes wetter than a pussy clit bitch!!!!
@@jay2chill134 yeah another fan got em!!
Man that's big
[DJ E-Z Dick]
W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick
About to unleash another one of those platnum plus hits
And the word is on the streets, and the word is the streets
We gon go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg
[Snoop Dogg]
A day in the life, of a Rollin' 20 Crip
I'm just a stubborn type of fella with a head like a brick
Now just because I sip Moet, they say that I'm hopeless
But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the loc'ness
Now this is how we do it when we checking the grip
Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so don't even trip
I bust a funky composition that's as smooth as a prism
So check it while I kick off in this funky-ass rhythm
It's six dub, the phone is ringing off the deck
And it's some homies talking about I disrespected they set
Aww nah, Dogg ain't diss y'all
I got a couple relatives up off of Crenshaw
This is about me and Simon, not me and y'all
I got love for a bunch of real B-Dogs
Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Real, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face
And the homie Heron rest in peace
Big Jay from Campanella Park
He used to blaze with his nephew after dark
On and on, rocking big Neckbone
Mausberg I had to put you on my song
It's so real, I had to show some love
Now back to this scrub, it ain't about Crip or Blood
It's about you bein' jealous of what I does
Cause I does it the most, the king of the coast
In the paint playin' post - I back you down
Like Shaq-Daddy, and bust on ya out the new Caddy
And skirt up Wilshire Boulevard
I'm not Xzibit, you can't "Pull My Ho Card"
.. I fucked all your groupies
When you was doing time in Camp Snoopy
With the fags and snitches, no killers just bitches
And you was payin' niggas off with all my riches
You so hardco', why you ain't go to level fo'?
Oh I know (bitch!)
But I walk the mainline every time I go down
You can check my G Files I do it L.B.C. style
.. I got the word on you Simon
You need to just start rhymin'
Cause you the biggest star on your label
And them other niggas just crumbs off my table
You're not able, to compete with the heat that I drop
And I still ain't been paid, for "1-8-7 on a cop"
I started yo' shit and I will end yo' shit
If you keep talkin shit on Crip!
[Hook 1: repeat 2X]
It all boils down to the fact
That you're jealous of my paper stack (jealous ass nigga)
It all boils down to the fact
That you're jealous of my paper stack (gon' get pimp slapped)
[Hook 2: repeat 2X]
Money, I get it, paper I got it
I got the dope
Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em
Run up, ya get done up, I stay one up
[Snoop Dogg]
If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be famous
And I'll be spending money out the anus
Your only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your level
Man you worse than them devils
Alotta niggas should've said it, fuck em
But I'ma say it for em, stop it, pop it, rewind and play it for em
This nigga's a bitch like his wife
Suge Knight's a bitch, and that's on my life
And I'ma let the whole world see
Cause you fucked up the industry, and that's on me
We can go head up, nigga, set it up
Or we can do the other thing, I love to wet it up
Your rappers and artists, tell em, shut it up
Cause I'll fuck every last one of 'em up, especially Kurupt (shshshsh)
See that's my lil homeboy, so he knows what's up (what's up)
He better keep it Crippin', and slip his clip in
Cause these niggas trippin', this is official business
Do the same way, leave no witnesses
This is that unexpected misdirected, sprayed, covered and protected
Strip you butt naked, chicky-check-check-it
It's all to the good again
You can catch Snoopy Do Double in the hood again (Eastside)
Spinning that real times, spitting that real shit
To make the whole world feel it (feel it)
So put the bacon in the skillet (hahaha), and try to peel it
Cause Doggystyle Records is the realest, nigga
[Hook 1]
Money, I get it, paper I got it
Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em
Money, I get it, paper I got it
Jealous ass nigga
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“PIMP SLAPP'D” TRACK INFO
Produced ByJosef Leimberg
Written BySnoop Dogg, DJ Quik, Bootsy Collins, Bernie Worrell, George Clinton, Norman Durham, Josef Leimberg, Nile Rodgers & Bernard Edwards
Release DateNovember 26, 2002
lol
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very similar to Busta Rhymes - Everybody Rise Again
Snoops 6ix9ine diss track
Nope this diss record is aimed at Suge Knight and Death Row Records.
@@joshuagamboaii741 it was a joke I knew that already
@@K1ng_Cyrus Okay my friend.
@@joshuagamboaii741 thanks dude! i rly thought he just dissed 6ix9ine.