featuring T Bo



[Snoop Dogg]

Yeah wassup my nigga?

I'm sittin here chillin with my nigga Kurupt and we sayin

I mean it ain't no hard motherfuckin whiteboys in the rap game dog

You know? No disrespect (that's right)

That nigga Slim Shady is tight than a muh'fucka though (yeah that's true)

But we want a nigga to come with some GANGSTA shit

You feel me?



[T Bo]

I went from rags to riches to hittin these hoes and switches

Duckin snitches, and these money hungry bitches

So you want a dollar? Well baby I can't holla

You ain't gettin shit, from the break a bitch scowlin scowlin

Not even a penny, homegirl you ain't gettin any

Oh by the way... you're too fuckin skinny

Why don't you go weep, and wash your stankin ass feet

while my vogues burn, up and down the street

Eatin steak and shrimp, got my name on a blimp

Walk with a limp, cause I'm a motherfuckin pimp

My diamonds is blindin yeah candy paint out shinin

Got yo' bitch chasin me, while yo' old lady two-timin

Whether you mobbin in buckets, or roll in a Benz

Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, seperate yo' foes from yo' friends

Fuckin models, drinkin Alize by the bottles

Eleven hundred ??, and my hand's on the throttle



Chorus: Snoop Dogg (paraphrasing Masta Ase "Jeep Ass Niguh") 2X



White boy, white boy, turn that shit down

You know that America ain't ready for the sound

from dem white boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz)

White boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz)



[Snoop Dogg]

I'm high 'n a motherfucker, perv on the curve

Fuckin with this white boy, slangin my herb

D.P.G. to the fullest young cuz

My homeboy Ricky said, "Show me some love!"

He got the club with this fool named T-Bo

From the Dirty South, gold's in his mouth, my peoples

All of my homies from the L.B.C.

All my white homies who smoke with me

Sell me bud on the weekdays cause

this shit's for y'all, from me and my doggz

If you don't know you do know T-Bo my new dog

Fuck what you goin through, we bout to fuck it up y'all



Chorus: T-Bo says first line with Snoop (1X only)



[T-Bo]

You know who I wanna be, that white boy, that everybody talk about

The one that's tearin up shows, fuckin these hoes, representin the South

Eyes bare-ly open, laid back in the Cadillac tokin

Them hoes talkin bout ridin with me and Snoop the bitches must be jokin

Toke smoke, up the block and glock stay cocked so you must get busted

And my city's hotter than a corner full of hustlers

Twelve slappin, trunk rattlin, and when you yappin we in a gun battle

When you talkin the talk, we walkin the walk

So stay in yo' house when after dark

We bark and we bite, ??

Knuckle up in the club to push and shove til everybody starts to fightin

You might think the shit's funny, but fool we ain't actin

You bout that yappin? We bout that action and scratchin

Playin for keeps, screamin take it to the streets

Camouflaged down, with them soles on my feet

And up in the club, thugs push and they shove

And you won't know who's a killer, so you betta watch who you mug



[Snoop Dogg]

Bitch get your mind right, get your mind right

Bitch get your mind right, get your mind right

Yeah, white boyz up in the motherfucker

My nigga T-Bo!



Chorus



[Snoop Dogg]

Yeah that shit funky dog

That's what I'm talkin bout

My nigga T-Bo, Dirty South all up in this bitch

(We No Limit Soldiers, we No Limit Soldiers)

Yeah, Dogghouse Production

Dogghouse wreckin, bow wow

(white white white white white boyz)

That's how we doin it for the nine-nine

White boyz, yeah we fuckin with whiteboys in ninety-nine





cause they fuckin with us

It's a game of death



Chorus