Snoop Dogg | Lyrics | For All My Niggaz & B******

Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga
See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga
Who am I? It's Kurupt m***********
Do or die, we gives a f*** m***********

So slow your roll, I'm In Control like Janet
The loc-est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet
Take it for granted, if ya wanna, 'cuz I'm gonna
Grab my strap then clear the corner, b****

So all my b****** and my niggaz and my niggaz and my b******
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a s*** like we don't give a s***
Wave your motherfuckin' fingers in the air

So all my niggaz and my b****** and my b****** and my niggaz
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a f*** like we don't give a f***
Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air

Now on a one, two, three who could it be
Comin' with a group of gangsta s*** for ninety-three
So ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on up
And let me and my Dogg Kurupt. f*** s*** up

Now can't nobody see me here or there
Wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground
'Cuz ain't s*** for sale in the Coupe
With the beat flossin' off gold D's

And my cousin Snoop packs well
You know what I mean
And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap
In your ass, for gettin' us all f***** up

Now check it, it's a callin' for niggaz like Doggs
Who supposed to be the s***, but steadily bitchin' like hogs
Yes y'all, walk the Doggs, yes y'all, yiggy y'all
Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball

I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this
Now how many b****** must get dick?
Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day
Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin' with Dr. Dre
'Cuz I grips mics, I rips mics in half
Hoes be comin' to my flat so I can tap that ass

So all my niggaz and my b****** and my niggaz and my b******
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a s*** like we don't give a s***
Keep your motherfuckin' fingers in the air

So all my niggaz and my b****** and my b****** and my niggaz
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a f*** like we don't give a f***
Keep your motherfuckin' fingers in the air

You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick
So what's happenin'? I'm cappin' s*** up like a Western flick
The kinpin of the clique, top notch
17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop

The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin' to serve
the best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, 'cuz it's a murder fest
I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we
Another m***********, gettin' served like some cavy

Now who, drops, ruff rhymes, I got full Juice like 2Pac
Plus I'm rollin' with two Glocks
Fly m************ can't see Kurupt
Hellraisin' like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin' s*** the f*** up

Slow your roll, like your legs was broken
Who's jokin'? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc?
Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe
Runnin' 'em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row

Mediocre m************ die 'cuz I'm servin' it
They can't f*** with or see me I'm mass murderin'
Smokin' indo, look out my window I suppose, yeah
Niggaz don't understand how we kicks diffrent flows

I'm raw like new footage, I'm rugged like a BF Goodrich
Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched
Drop to your knees like a dog in heat
Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques

So all my niggaz and my b****** and my b****** and my niggaz
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a s*** like we don't give a s***
Keep your motherfuckin' fingers in the air

So all my niggaz and my b****** and my b****** and my niggaz
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a f*** like we don't give a f***
Keep your motherfuckin' fingers in the air

Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown
Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm puttin' my weight down
And that's 175 pounds of beed
Beatin' yo' ass down to the concrete

Fool, act like ya know
I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so
What's a girl to do
Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?

Throw your guns in the motherfuckin' air, we don't care
Niggaz don't give a f*** nigga
About nuthin' at all, just my Doggs and clockin' the grip b****
Niggaz don't give a f*** nigga

That's why I can kick it so tuff, 'cuz when times get ruff, my
Niggaz don't give a f*** nigga
The clique I'm with, don't give a s***, ya know why?
Real niggaz don't give a f***

Now all my b****** and my niggaz
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
To all my b****** and my niggaz
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air

To all my b****** and my niggaz
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a f*** like we don't give a f***
Keep your motherfuckin' fingers in the air