Pimp Slapp'd - Snoop Dogg

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