Snoop Dogg - Buck 'Em lyrics

f** 'em Damn this sh** sound low then motherf**er in my earphones Alright, yeah, that's it right there n***a As soon as the ba** hits your dome Snoop Dogg grabs the chrome and gets in your system Shootin' off rhymes like a pistol f**in' your click off with this blow This hoe, that hoe make me rich Snoop Dogg please won't you break that biach I'm back in the game gettin' my dough And f** any motherf**er that say it ain't so Do it to 'em be young 'Cause on the real dogg you the hardest n***a we um We shakin' 'em off, breakin' 'em off Shot him in his face and now they takin' him off Here's a shoutout to those with quad out Fool we should have got out, now you gettin' popped out I'm not out to diss but to get my chips And smash, pa** with cash And blaze the spliff now pa** the fifth For real n***a did you hear me? Ya heard? You ran up you got served Ain't that a trip? What? What? You need to get up off of that bullsh**, c'mon f** 'em, f** 'em Young beast to four green Dirty or clean n***a the money is all green f** 'em, f** 'em co*k it back ya know me Every n***a look the same behind a stocking cap f** 'em, f** 'em sh** on waisted Rather see d**h then be locked down in metal bracelets f** 'em, f** 'em Don't make a difference n***as in the hood is still broke and can't fix it f** 'em The scene is set And it's a million b**h n***as 'bout to straight get wet I walk 'em all in the street f** 'em I cuff they hands and blind they eyes and hog tie they feet f** 'em With no remorse n***a cut 'em down Love the way we shut 'em down, sh** it ain't funny now Used to be my buddy, pal, n***a wet and bloody now n***a where your homies now, half them n***as funny style f** 'em It's 'bout to get sh**ty now Doggy 'bout to get him now 'cause you better sit him down n***a, what up now? You act like a b**h You bound to get f**ed, you trick a** snitch f** 'em Boy we on a rampage Rippin' up this damn stage, yeah, it's still a G thang Slammin' doors, slappin' hoes 'Cuz f** videos, I get a hundred for shows If you ain't got the papers I ain't got the time to sit and chat about the motherf**ing vapors Biach, don't even trip You need to raise up off of that bullsh**, c'mon f** 'em, f** 'em Young beast to four green Dirty or clean n***a the money is all green f** 'em, f** 'em co*k it back ya know me Every n***a look the same behind a stocking cap f** 'em, f** 'em sh** on waisted Rather see d**h then be locked down in metal bracelets f** 'em, f** 'em Don't make a difference n***as in the hood is still broke and can't fix it f** 'em