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[Snoop Doggy Dogg Talking]
No Limit
Yeah southern hospitality we seizin it on you
My nigga Silkk the Shocker
Snoop D-O double G-Y-D-O double G
Beats by the pizound, you know what I `m sayin?
From the N-O to the L-B-C
(Chorus)
[Snoop:] All my real gangstaz throw yo hood up
Throw yo hood up
Throw yo hood up
[Silkk:] Now to all my real soldiers throw yo hood up
Throw yo hood up
Throw yo hood up
[Snoop]
Fancy cars, diamond rings
Bad ass bitches, lots of cocaine
Smokin on the best bud
Givin up that West love
Got them bitches shakin they ass, all in the club
[Silkk]
Now some call us playaz, others call us pimpz
Some a let us talk about hoes
Some hoes dig us an lets talk about pimps
You know we don`t show no tricks or bitch niggaz no love
You should know all the way to Snoop nigga pimpin`s all up in our blood
[Snoop]
Now trip this for a second nigga
I`m bout to drop some real pimp shit on yo ass
Have you ever slapped a bitch?
Have you ever counted over a thousand dollars in cash?
Nigga if you ain`t never did that shit before
Get the fuck up out my face
`Fore I have to pull this tre 8 up out my muthafuckin waist
[Silkk]
And if you don`t do it, I`ma do it
These niggaz be talkin so bad, an umm to that question you asked
I slapped a bitch, I counted a million dollars in cash
So it ain`t no thang, bitch back up
Give a nigga some room before I bust
I give a fuck about a hoe, I`m bout to get a fuckin nut
Get tha fuck an get up, throw it up
(Chorus 2x)
[Snoop]
It`s the S-N double O-P
[Silkk]
Nigga an this is Silkk the Shocker
Automatic with rockers
Yo girl automatic gonna jock us
[Snoop]
From the L-B to the N-O
Represent me and my kin fo`
[Silkk]
Blaze up like indo
Like dirt up in a rental
Nigga at the right place we caught you at the wrong time
An my team bout to beat you down, ain`t no fuckin game
You threw up the wrong sign
See I went from hundred dollar rock spots
To umm, million dollar raps
I want a 1.5 from the day I turn this debt
[Snoop]
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, while I pimped hoes
In my white drop Rolls, an it`s sittin on Vogues
Jack was nimble, was nimble
Nigga he was a bitch, let niggaz smack `im
Punk `im, an jackin his shit
When you in it
You gotta get ignit
Cuz niggaz will play you, lay you, then they spray you
OK you, gotta little money an you figure you hard
You bought two pitbulls for your big backyard
Now let me be frank with you, in this game
You betta have a lotta homies, some straps an a tank with you
Cuz these niggaz they be playin for keeps
While you sleepin, they creepin
That`s word to my mama
Chorus
[Snoop] (Master P)
All my real gangstaz (huh what, nigga what)
