Snoop Dogg Pimp Slap lyrics

W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick
About to unleash another one of those platinum 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

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 ain't 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
Mauseberg I had to put you on my song

It's so real, I had show some love
Now back to the scrub, it ain't about Crip or Blood
It's about you being jealous bout what I does
'Cos I does it the most, the King of The Coast, in a Pink Plaint Pos

I back ya down like Shack Daddy and bust on ya out the new Caddy
And skirt up Wiltshire Boulevard
I'm not Xzibit, you can't pull my hoe card
I fucked all your groupies, when you was doing time and kept Snoopy

With the fags and snitches, no killers just bitches
And you was paying niggas off of all my riches
You so hard caught, why ain't you go to level four? Oh, I know
(Bitch)
But I walk the main line every time I go down

You can check my G Files, I do it LBC style
I got the word on ya Simon, you need to just start rhyming
(Simon)
'Cos you the biggest star on your label
And them other niggas 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 One-Eight-Seven On A Cop
I started yo shit and I'll end yo shit
If you keep talking shit on Crip

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)


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)

Money, I get it, paper I got it
Heaters, I keep 'em, bitches, I got 'em
Money, I get it, paper I got it
Heaters, I keep 'em, bitches, I got 'em

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

A lotta niggas should've said it, fuck 'em
But I'ma 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
'Cos Doggy style Records is the realest, nigga

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)

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)

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