Snoop Dogg - Pimp Slap Lyrics
[DJ E-Z Dick]W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z DickAbout to unleash another one of those platnum plus hitsAnd the word is on the streets, and the word is the streetsWe 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 CripIm just a stuburn type of fella with a head like a brickAnd just because I sip Moet, they say that I'm hopelessBut I don't give a *****, so blame it on the loc'nessNow this is how we do it when we checking the gripSnoop Dogg is in this *****, so don't even tripI bust a funky composition that's smooth as a prismNow check it as I kick off in this funky ass rhythmIt's six dub, the phone is ringing off the deckAnd it's some homies talking about I disrespected they setAww nah, Dogg aint this y'allI got couple relatives up off of CrenshawThis is about me and Simon, not me and y'allI got love for a bunch of real B-DogsLike K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay FaceAnd the homie Har'ron rest in peaceBig Jay from Cappinella ParkHe used to blaze with his nephew after darkOn and on, rocking big neck boneMauseberg I had to put you on my songIt's so real, I had show some loveNow back to the scrub, it aint about Crip or BloodIt's about you being jealous bout what I doesCos I does it the most, the King of The Coast, in a Pink Plaint PosI back ya down like Shack Daddy, and bust on ya out the new CaddyAnd skirt up Wiltshire BoulevardI'm not Xzibit, you can't pull my hoe cardI *****ed all your groupies, when you was doing time and kept SnoopyWith the fags & snitches, no killers just *****esAnd you was paying niggas off of all my richesYou so hard caught, why aint you go to level 4? Oh I know (*****)But I walk the main line everytime I go downYou can check my G Files, I do it LBC styleI got the word on ya Simon (Simon), you need to just start rhymingCos you the biggest star on your labelAnd them other niggas just crumbs off my table, you're not ableTo compete with the heat that I dropAnd I still aint been paid, for One-Eight-Seven On A CopI started yo shit, and I'll end yo shitIf you keep talking shit on Crip[Hook 1:]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) [x2][Hook 2:]Money, I get it, paper I got itHeaters, I keep em, *****es I got em [x2][Snoop Dogg]If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be famousAnd I'll be spending money out the anusYour only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your levelMan you worser than devilsAlotta niggas should've said it, ***** emBut Ima say it for em, stop it, pop it, rewind and play it for emThis nigga's a ***** like his wifeSuge Knight's a *****, and that's on my lifeAnd I'ma let the whole world seeCos you *****ed up the industry, and that's on meWe can go head up, nigga, set it upOr we can do the other thing, I love to wet it upYour rappers and artists, tell em, shut it upCos I'll ***** every last one of em up, especially KuruptSee that's my lil homeboy, so he knows what's upHe better keep it Crippin, and slip his clip inCos these niggas trippin, this is official businessDo the same way, leave no witnessesThis is that unexpected diss directed, sprayed, covered and protectedStrip you butt *****, chicky-check-check-itIt's all to the good againYou can catch Snoopy Dibby Double in the hood againSpinning that real times, spitting that real shitTo make the whole world feel itSo put the bacon in the skillet, and try to peel itCos Doggystyle Records is the realest, nigga[Hook 1:]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) [x2]Money, I get it, paper I got itHeaters, I keep em, *****es I got emMoney, I get it, paper I got itJealous ass nigga
