Snoop Dogg – Doggystylin Lyrics

 

Doggystylin Lyrics by Snoop Dogg

 

Dre let a Dogg out, killed ’em with 187 (Seven)
N**** kept it gangsta, Doggy the one they checkin’ (Checkin’)
Bangin’ in the party soon as a n**** step in (Step in)
All blue hoodie coverin’ up my weapon (Weapon)
All blue Chucks, blue bandana hangin’ (Hangin’)
Eastside Long Beach, 20 Crip gangin’ (Sup, cuh?)
Tell them n***** as I put the weed to the flame (Yeah)
N**** droppin’ Doggystyle, ’bout to change the game
Capture gang life in my music (Music)
Bust a freestyle and n***** lose it (Lose it)
Funky worm, funky bassline
Get your bang on and party at the same time (Say what?)
I’m ’bout to show ’em how I put it down (Yeah)
You n***** never heard this raw sound (Yeah)
Killers on my team, I got all hounds (All hounds)
Spittin’ rounds with the motherfuckin’ Dogg Pound (Motherfuckin’ Dogg Pound)
Put in work, stood my ground (Yes, uh-huh)
Murder case? Beat the trial (Say what?)
I tell all the homies, “Turn around” (Turn around)
While I fuck this world doggy style (Ooh-wee)

Doggy on that Eastside shit (Eastside)
C-walkin’, throwin’ up Crip (Crip)
Keep it gangsta everywhere I go
Doggystylin’, everybody know (Yes, sir)
I got the pedal to the floor, n**** (Uh, uh)
Sta-Sof in the ‘fro, n**** (Uh, uh)
Representin’ Death Row, n****
Doggystylin’, everybody know

I got my mind on my money and my 9 on me
Don’t try it, homie, last n**** tried, n**** died on me
Slide homie the MAC for n***** tryna ride on me
Five shots to the back of your hat (Homicide on me)
Doggy all about the money, platinum hits, classic shit
You have to admit this n**** don’t quit
Grab the clicky, it’s lookin’ iffy, all my Eastsiders ridin’ with me
Real n***** keep it a buck fifty
A hundred fifty deep on the ground
Ghetto bird spotlight makin’ rounds
Chillin’ with a thick bitch, she like, “Daddy, how?”
Turn around, bitch, you know I like it doggy style

Doggy on that Eastside shit (Eastside)
C-walkin’, throwin’ up Crip (Crip)
Keep it gangsta everywhere I go
Doggystylin’, everybody know (Yes, sir, yes, sir)
I got the pedal to the floor, n**** (Haha, uh, uh)
Sta-Sof in the ‘fro, n**** (Haha, uh, uh)
Representin’ Death Row, n****
Doggystylin’, everybody know