Pimp Slappd Lyrics by Snoop Dogg

Pimp Slappd Lyrics

    [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 stuburn 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 nah, Dogg aint 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 B-Dogs
    Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-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
    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, bust ya boulevard
    I'm not Xzibit, you can't +Pull My Hoe Card+
    .. I fucked all your groupies
    When you was doin time in Camp Snoopy
    With the fags and snitches, no killers just bitches
    And you was payin niggaz 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 everytime I go down
    You can check my G files I do it L.B.C. style
    .. I got the word on your Simon
    You need to just start rhymin
    Cause you the biggest star on your label
    And them other niggaz 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
    Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em

    [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 worser than devils
    Alotta niggas should've said it, fuck em
    But Ima 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
    Cos 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
    Cos 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
    Cos these niggas trippin, 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

    [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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