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Snoop Dogg - Get Bout It & Rowdy lyrics
MP(back round): (LBC, New orleans ha ha) Yo dog, uh Snoop: Sup P? MP: (Ha ha) That's some real shit(where the hot boys at, Where the hot girls at(x6)) Ya heard me? (x2) The game is to be sold not to be told, ha ha Now this No Limit shit, No Limit nigga Everbody wanna know how this shit happens, but we ain't playa hatin And what's goin on, but ya know what? It don't get no realer than this though dog CHORUS(x2) West-side niggas gettin bout it, UNGH! I said East-side niggas gettin rowdy, UNGH! Mid-west niggas gettin bout it, UNGH! South-side niggas gettin rowdy, UNGH! (yea) Snoop: Fuck that man,da game is to be sold, not to be told, 1st things 1st I'm a gangsta, nigga, so I'ma roll Ya got to get bout it or without it I had to shake the spot cause the game got crowded I'm devoted and quote it, I'm rowdy and bout it A No Limit Soldier, and happy to shout it Got this tank on my neck, got my tech. on deck I slap raps at your caps and try to make my snaps Nick-Nack patty-wack big happy sack, the dealer is back And I'm ridin' through your neighborhood dippin' in my Cadillac I'm sellin this shit, I ain't tellin this shit I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon ya bitch From the cold hearted streets of the LBC To a mansion in the south down the street from my nigga P See, real niggas recognize the realness Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this (Bust one) Now bust one(gun shot) Not just one(2 gun shots) And if ya want some get some, I bet we got some Bustas discuss us, niggas poppin all the Ying-Yang Still the Dogg Pound Gang (DPG, Man) Beats still funky, Beats by the Pound in the house, At the mutha fuckin door CHORUS(x2) Snoop: (Gettin rowwwdy) Everybody in the game, say the same Is Snoop's still that gang bang cocaine nigga slangin everythang I'm tryin to get as much as I need While I fuck with these out of town hoes blowin all they weed (shut up) Parlayin, so whatcha sayin Bring a couple buddies witcha, girl we ain't playin Baby must miss read me, cause she miss lead me Has some niggas come by later (what?) and try to spray me (bitch) But I'm just to quick, slick and sly When it's time to ride I let the bullets fly cause it's do or die(die die...) I wear blue 7 days out the week (for life) I mob the street, DP, while I'm holdin my heat I wanna warn you, shit they got killers on the East, Mid-West, up North, down South in California So if you got your chrome, you need to stay in the zone And get a vest for your mutha fuckin dome Cause it's on like a dog with out his bone I'm in it to win it and No Limit is my home (for life for life) Nigga, real niggas recognize the realness Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this (Bust one) Now bust one(gun shot) Not just one(2 gun shots) And if ya want some get some,(what up what up) I bet we got some (got some) CHORUS(x4) MP: Nigga, bout it bout it ha ha Snoop Dogg, Master P, and the whole No Limit mutha fuckin family nigga From the South to the West to the East to the middle To the mutha fuckin WORLD! Ha ha real niggas and bitches unite |
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