f/ Rage



Intro:

Yeah....

This is another story about dogs

For the dog that don't pee on trees, is a bitch

So says Snoop Dogg, get your pooper scooper

Cuz the nigga's talkin shit

Aroof! *echoes*



Verse One: Rage



I'm sippin on Tanqueray

with my my mind on my money and my mouth in the ganjahy

R-A-G to the motherfuckin E

Back with my nigga S-N double O-P

[Dre] Yeah, and ya don't stop

Rage in effect I just begun to rock

[Dre] I said yeah, and you don't quit

[Snoop] Hey yo Rage would you please drop some gangsta shit

I rock ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs

Handcuffed as I bust bout to tear shit up

Oh what did ya think I, didn't ever think I

Would be the one to make you blink eye, I catch you like pink-eye

Never will there ever be another like me

Um you can play the left, cuz it ain't no right in me

Out the picture out the frame out the box I knock em all

Smack em out the park, like A Friendly Game of Baseball

Grand, slam, yes I am

Kickin up dust and I don't give a god DAMN

Cuz I'm that lyrical murderer

Pleading guilty, you know for my skills I'm about to be

Filthy large, Rage in charge

You know what's happenin don't try to play large

this ain't no Rerun, see hun, don't ya wanna be one

A cover, word to wreck ya, cause I never get my vocals

I'm loco, close to Constatanople, uhhh!

I'll make 'em go coo-coo for my Cocoa

puffin stuff, aiyyo Snoop, you're up

Let these niggaz know that niggaz don't give a fuck!



Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg



This is just a small introduction to the G Funk Era

Everyday of my life I take a glimpse in the mirror

And I see motherfuckers tryin to be like me

Every since I put it down with the D-R-E



Outro:



Foamin at the mouth and waggin his tail

Searchin through the yards with a keen sense of smell

Lookin for the business in heat

And when he find it he'll be sniffin her seat

We travel in packs and we do it from the back

How else can you get to the booty?

We do it Doggystyle, all the while we do it Doggystyle

Yo motherfuckin hoes!!!

He fucked the fleas off a bitch

He shaked the ticks off his dick

And in the booty, he buries his motherfuckin bone

And if there's any left over

He'll roll over and take a doggy bag home



Damn, that Tanqueray is talkin to a nigga

I ain't bullshittin, one of y'all niggaz gotta get it

Man I got ta piss

Breath test?