Pump Pump-Snoop Dogg

Album by: Doggystyle Artist by: Snoop Dogg Verse one: *static* Pump pump, pump pump, pump pump, pump pump Pump pump Let the motion of your body be the key, cuz we Be the motherf**kin g funk family Now, Ill play the g in this deadly game Snoop dogg is the name dogg pounds the game If it aint one thing its a motherf**kin nother Word to my granny and my daddy, and my mother Whether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuce When I was locked up, I couldnt wait to get loose Cuz back in the days, on the side where its at A ni**a had to have a fat stack And I was a fool, dont make me have to grab my strap and go Rat-tat-tat-tat, ni**a slap to a motherf**ker face he fall Cant none of yall niggaz see the doggy dogg Cuz Im one rude bwoy comin with the wickedness So shut the f**k up, and listen while Im kickin this Chorus: (repeat 2x) Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my ni**a doggy dogg (pump pump) Verse two: snoop Now you can look to the sun, and spot the moon And see snoop doggy dogg step into the room With the g funk, he funk, she funk, we funk Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a ni**a... I come down with the wickedness One rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!) Close your eyes cuz you cant see me I quit school cause of recess you f**kin b.g. Im shakin up the party, like lodi dodi Is he the dopest? ya betta ask somebody When, then, send, some gin And a pack of zig zags now let the games begin In nineteen-motherf**kin-ninety-three Im f**kin up every ni**a known in the indistry Check this out, its a dogg pound thang You know who I am you know my motherf**kin name, who am i? (the s-n-double-o-p) nickname (silky smell) last name (d-o-double-g) The behavior and the flavor that I found Makes me wanna hit that a** up with the dogg pound Chorus Verse three: malik Now just back up, dont act up, I pack up much heat Any battle Im in, I win, I cant be beat Dont sleep while I creep peep out my technique I forgot, Im out of sight so you cant see the Mc of the year, you hear and you fear I got somethin for them niggaz in the front and the rear I handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-ride Im satisfied now everything is really alright You know when I come ni**a I come wicked Dont need no permisison, motherf**ker ima kick it Niggaz sweat my sh*t I wet em up with the biscuit Lick em up shot, it dont stop, till dem all drop Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks Just stop, rottin on the next niggaz jock Im strapped with my glock on your block And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot Chorus