Homey: Ai Dogg, let me holla at'cha man

Snoop: Wuz up home?

Homey: Word is on the streets

Your beats gone be delicate since Dre did shake the spea's out,

man.

Snoop: Delicate? Beats?

So that's what makes me now?

Man, I don't give a fuck about no beat



(Now let me shake that shit man)

(I hear ya Dogg)

(It's a cold, cold thing!)

(It's a cold thing!)

(For real, hmm!)



I got more niggas tryin to get at me than the President do sometimes

Niggas be tryin to get at me cos I be droppin funky rhymes

What the fuck is goin on? This rap game is made to make money

You niggas is taking the shit outta hand, actin' way too funny

Doin too much, y'know I see it from the get-go

What the fuck's goin on wit you niggas, y'all tryin to play a low pro

And tryin ta be hard and tryin ta be big willies or whatever they call it

I guess it's time for me to act just like an alcoholic

And step to the game, I'm a stumble in like I don't know

And if a nigga say somethin wrong, I'm takin off from the get-go

I ain't givin no room to try to get me first

Cos I done been bombed on before and I'ma tell you, man, that's the worst

Fifth in the world, but I'ma keep my thang together

Cos I'ma keep makin money and hope everything is still together

Havin papers, man, now what y'all niggas doin?

All y'all broke on the corner, drinkin your drink, wanna be doin what I'm

doin

But don't get mad and don't be tryin to play-hate

Cos, uhh, takin trips around state to state

Representin, uhh, what y'all wanna represent

But y'all can't represent it cos y'all got no dollars, no cents

I'm movin on, groovin on and I'm movin

Makin more moves than the aver