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snoop dogg - for all my niggaz and bitches lyrics

well it’s that slow flow, d-o-double-g, n-gg-
see these other fools but you can’t see me, n-gg-
who am i? (it’s kurupt motherf-cker)
do or die (we gives a f-ck motherf-cker)
so slow your roll, i’m in control like janet
the loc-est twenty-one year old n-gg- that’s on this planet
take it for granted, if ya wanna, cuz i’m gonna
grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!!

so all my b-tches and my n-gg-s and my n-gg-s and my b-tches
wave your motherf-ckin hands in the air
and if you don’t give a sh-t like we don’t give a sh-t
wave your motherf-ckin fingers in the air

to all my n-gg-s and my b-tches and my b-tches and my n-gg-s
wave your motherf-ckin hands in the air
and if you don’t give a f-ck like we don’t give a f-ck
keep your motherf-ckin hands in the air.

now on a one, two, three who could it be
comin with a grip of gangsta sh-t for ninety-three
so ninety-four’s arrived n-gg-, back on up
and let me and my dogg kurupt f-ck sh-t up
now can’t n-body see me here or there
wherever i bails, i put it down on the ground
cuz ain’t sh-t 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 -ss, for gettin us all f-cked up
now check it, it’s a callin for n-gg-s like doggs
who supposed to be the sh-t, but steadily b-tchin like hoes
(yes y’all) other 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-tches must get d-cked?
before they say, that daz is that n-gg- 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 -ss

you’re headed my way, n-gg- you best to hit a u-turn quick
so what’s happenin? i’m cappin sh-t up like a western flick
the kingpin of the clique, top notch
17 shot glock c-cked, so all n-gg- 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 motherf-cker, gettin served like some cavy
now who, drops (ruff rhymes)
i got the juice like 2pac
(plus i’m) rollin with two glocks
fly motherf-ckers can’t see kurupt
h-llraisin like pinhead, beware i’m tearin sh-t the f-ck 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 motherf-ckers die cuz i’m servin and
they can’t f-ck with or see me i’m m-ss murdering
yeah
(i’m raw like news footage) i’m rugged like a bf goodrich
(bring your whole set and get your hood lynched)
peep the murderous styles and the poetical techniques

so all my n-gg-s and my b-tches and my b-tches and my n-gg-s
wave your motherf-ckin hands in the air
and if you don’t give a sh-t like we don’t give a sh-t
keep your motherf-ckin fingers in the air

to all my n-gg-s and my b-tches and my b-tches and my n-gg-s
wave your motherf-ckin hands in the air
and if you don’t give a f-ck like we don’t give a f-ck
keep your motherf-ckin 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 beef
beatin’ yo’ -ss 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 motherf-ckin air, we don’t care
n-gg-s don’t give a f-ck n-gg-
about nuthin at all, just my doggs and clockin the grip b-tch
n-gg-s don’t give a f-ck n-gg-
that’s why i can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my
n-gg-s don’t give a f-ck n-gg-
the clique i’m with, don’t give a sheeit, ya know why?
real n-gg-s don’t give a f-ck

now all the b-tches, and the n-gg-s
wave your motherf-ckin hands in the air
to all my n-gg-s, and my b-tches
wave your motherf-ckin hands in the air
to all my n-gg-s and my b-tches
wave your motherf-ckin hands in the air
and if you don’t give a f-ck like we don’t give a f-ck
keep your motherf-ckin hands in the air

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