Snoop Bounce-SnoopDogg

Album by: Tha Doggfather Artist by: Snoop Dogg Intro/chorus: charlie wilson Aint no funk, its funky, its doggystyle (aint it funky nuff? ) (*everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce*) *repeat* Verse 1: snoop doggy dogg Shucks, stompin in my big blue chucks More bounce to the ounce while Im ditchin you clutz Bump-bump-bump-bump while youre bumpin your sounds Its the zoo and the pound we dont f**k around Relax your mind and let your conscience be free And get down, stompin grounds is the lbc I slid up out the game and mcs get wacked But now Im back (oh sh*t!), so go get your strap Watch your head, I break wit Wit gs, muslims, hardheads and dreds Bounce, rock while rollerskatin On them 20 inch tyres wit the platinum daytons Im not that bg poppin all that junk About Ill f**k you up, he sound like a punk I been there and done that, no inspiration All day illustration beat conversation Chorus Verse 2: snoop dogg I keep niggas in the studio, word is bond Been workin on ya new album for two years strong And still cant come up with the right song You know what they say:study long, study long All aboard the train so come along Cos we keep the glue stuff against the bone Its alright aint no room for wrong Doggyland is the motherland, make yourself at home I got money loads by the barrels I even got a few fans thats crazy like deniro Im international money maker, player hater Shhok up off the sake of spendin dollars and I always holler At a player though cos players know the real from the fake You can put that on your toast, your coast and your state I give you people what you like What I look like in jail and cant get on the mic Chorus x1 1/2 Verse 3: snoop dogg Killin up crews, give em the real street blues Have em slidin in their eelskins, groovin in their tennis shoes Of course it dont stop bein a westside ridah Wit no tattoo thats how they got the clue I lay conversation on wax and cds Bgs and o-riginals, here come the mission Makin biters ride the pound for the rest of the season Doggy dpg ya lil homey, uhh I represent the lbc-ment Windows tint, ni**a thats the president I hit you with a tune every blue moon Collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face Ni**a say your grace before you touch your plate It taste like its laced but it aint This one puff uncut, no doubt Everybody know I gotta ounce and a half Chorus x1 1/2 Outro: Shucks (oooh ooh ooohhh oooohhhh ooh, oooh oooh oooohhhh ooh) *repeat*