Snoop Dogg - Buss'n Rocks lyrics

Another smoke session up in this motherf**er Blaze some sh** up for me Q Yea, wussup Dogg, this is whut I'm talkin bout Some of that gangsta sh** (Eastside) Shuttin these n***as up (Shut em up shut em up dogg) Westcoast n***a, Quik and Snoop Dogg (Forever) 9-9 n***a When I wake up in the morning and I get up out my bed I feel good, o yes I do Cause I still can give it up for you [Chorus:] Cause we're all a little strong In the Beach, where the paper's long But as for me I only G when I'm buss'n rocks Dogg Pound [repeat] [Verse One:] n***a, you know you gotta have heart I told you n***as from the start If I'm still in it, I'm in it for life Always stay down and keep my motha f**in' game tight Cause ever since Elementary, or was it Pre-school Quik? I was a motha f**in' fool I had to have papers it was routine A young n***a on a mission for them collard greens I, shake n***as Break n***as Make n***as, shank theyselves For f**in with my wealth (n***a) And it'll catch on Cause if it don't, it's on And, cuzz, I ain't even slippin' when I'm all alone Sittin' back loungin' in the Chronic Zone Clown me ya gone Surround me, it's on Get the money you're gone My n***as' paper so long They call him Snoop Capone So if you want me, get me, got me Should have shot him But now they call me Snoop Gotti And that's all I LBC Betta yet, that's all I DPGC [Chorus (2x)] [Verse Two:] I'm slappin' bones In front of my home Choppin' game on the phone Smokin' a zone Big 6, big 5-3's with ya b**hes My girls in the kitchen, cookin' up some fish and I'm blastin' at this n***a that was trippin' O, knuckle head n***a, thought I was slippin' But I wasn't slippin', I was on deck I blast his a**, peck peck now his shirt's wet Dead, gone, light's out With no remorse, I had to take him out I'm laughin' at this sh** cause it was funny f**in' with the dogg I take your life and your money And then I dip to my spot (dip dip) And set up shop with yo rocks (motha f**a) And nobody gon' speak on the 8-7 Cause still, all doggs go to heaven [Chorus (2x)] [Verse 3:] I'm freestylin' C-stylin' Snoop and Quik comin' through we fin' to take you to the island Where the b**hes and the bud come free And everybody listen to the D-O double G Hoes on my dick, n***as on my nuts People be lovin' me because I drop cuts That makes sense, it make big money See Snoop is that n***a who don't hafta play funny But I got yo honey, up under my wing Cause she like the song that the bow-wow sing I'll put her in a cling I won't buy her a ring But I'll put her on the hoe-stroll to make me some green And even if she never even saw me befo' There's just no way that she can tell me no You know my game's unbelievable baby (uh uh, uh uh) And it's strong enough to make your grandmama pay me [Chorus (2x)] West coast, gangsta sh** My n***a DJ Q Yea Like I told y'all DPG for the 9-9 DPG, yea Top Dogg, fo sho' Smoke y'all