Tonalité : C major•
Verse 1
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Good Morning, boys and girls
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I'm your substitute teacher
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My name is Mr. Buckworth
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The topic for today is
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What you would like to be
when you grow up
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You, over there in the jean
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shirt
What you wanna be when
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you grow up?
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I would like to be a police
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officer
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Alrighty, that's a pretty good profession
Verse 2
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You over there in that black shirt
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What you wanna be when you grow up?
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I would like to be a fireman
Verse 3
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Alright, that's a pretty
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good profession too
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Hey, you in the back with those
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French braids
What's your name?
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My name is Snoop
Verse 4
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Alright, Snoop, what you wanna
be when you grow up?
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I wanna be a mother
Verse 5
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fuckin'
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hustla, ya better ask somebody
Interlude 1
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Verse 6
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This is for the Gz, and this is for the hustlas
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This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
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This is for the Gz, and this is for the hustlas
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This is for the hustlas, now back
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to the Gz
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Freeze, at ease
Verse 7
Now let me drop some more of them keys
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It's 1-9-9-tre, so let me just play
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It's Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic,
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I'm back with Dr. Dre
But this time,
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I'ma hit your ass with a touch
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To leave motherfuckers in a daze,
fucked up
So sit back, relax, new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg,
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I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second,
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and I'm still checkin'
The dopest motherfucker that
you're hearin' on the record
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It's me, you see,
S-N-Double-O-P
D-O-Double-G-Y,
the the the the the the the the the D-O-Double-G
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I'm I'm I'm I'm fly as a falcon,
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soarin' through the sky
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And I'm high 'til I dizzie, rizzide
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So check it, I get busy, I make your head dizzy
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I blow up your mouth like I
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was Dizzy Gillespie
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I'm crazy, you can't phase me
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I'm the S, oh, yes, I'm fresh,
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I don't fuck with the stress
I'm all about the chronic,
bionic, you see?
Every single day,
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chillin' with the D-O-Double-Gs
P-O-U-N-D, that's that's that's that's that's
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that's that's that's my clique, my crew
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You fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up
I thought you knew, but yet and still
You want to get real,
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now it's time to peel, you say chill
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And feel, the motherfuckin' realism
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Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic I'm
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hittin' hard as steel, nigga
Verse 8
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This is for the Gz, and this
is for the hustlas
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This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
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This is for the Gz, and this
is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz
Verse 9
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How many hoes in your
motherfuckin' group
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Wanna take a ride in my
7-8 Coupe DeVille?
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Chill, as I take you on a trip
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Where them niggas ride and slide,
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you know about the East Side
Niggas like myself here to show
you where it's at
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With my hoes on my side and
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my strap on my back
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Papers, I stack daily
And Death Row is still the label that pays me
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But you know how that go
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We flow toe for toe,
if you ain't on the Row
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Fuck you and your hoe,
really doe, so check it
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It's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip
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Still clockin' grip and don't
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really give a shit
About nothing at all, just my dogs,
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steppin' through the fog
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And I'm still gon' fade 'em all
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With the gangsta shit that
keeps you hangin'
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How many hoes in ninety-four
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will will I be bangin'?
Every single one to get the job done
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As I dip, skip, flip, right back to two-one
Where Where the sun be shinin'
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and I be rhymin'
It's me, Snoop D-O-Double-G,
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and and and and I'm climbin'
Verse 10
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This is for the Gz, and this
is for the hustlas
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This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
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This is for the Gz, and this
is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas now
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back to the Gz
Verse 11
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I come creepin' through the fog
with my saggin' deuce
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East Side, Long Beach,
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in a 7-8 Coupe DeVille
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I'm rollin' with the G Funk bumpin'
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in my shit and it don't quit
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So drop it on the one, motherfucker,
put together that set
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A nigga with a grip of that gangsta shit
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With the Eastside hoes on my
motherfuckin' dick
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And the Compton niggas
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all about to set trip
Swing it back, bring it back, just like this
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And if you with my shit,
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then blaze up another spliff
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And keep the motherfuckin'
blunt in your pocket, loc
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'Cause Doggy Dogg is all about
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the Zig-Zag smoke
smoke
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See it's a West Coast thing,
where I'm from
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And if you want some, get some,
bad enough, take some
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But watch the gun by my side
Because it represents me and the
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motherfuckin' East Side
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So bow down to the bow wow,
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'cause bow wow
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Yippie yo, you can't see my flow
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My shit is dope, original, now you know
And can't no hood fuck
with Death Rizzow
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This is for the Gz, and
Verse 12
this
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is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now
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back to the Gz
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This is for the Gz, and this
is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
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