Fuck What They Say .......... Snoop Dogg

Stick 'Em .......... Cha Cha

Wooden Horse .......... Craig Mack

No Job .......... Sara Jane

Everywhere You Go .......... Queen Latifah

Bang Ta Dis .......... Benzino

What's The Worst That Could Happen? .......... Supafriendz

Happy Feelin's .......... Sam Logan

Whatever Jo Wants (Jo Gets) .......... Jo Doja

That's The Way Love Goes .......... Nina

Music .......... Erick Sermon

Ladies Are U Wit Me .......... Dyme

Shoot 'Em Up .......... Doggy's Angels

I Got Duvs On It .......... Boss Town

Hit The Road Jo .......... Jo Doja

My Love Your Love .......... Lejit

Yo
No matter how much money you make
Brothers gon talk about you
Yeah, no matter who you are, uhh
Talk about you..
Niggaz gon talk about you (talk about you 2x)
Don't give a fuck about you (fuck about you 2x)
You livin' bout it bout it (bout it bout it 2x)
Just make em read about it (read about it 2x)
Fuck what they say about me (fuck what they say about me)
Bitches gon love to doubt me (fuck em, yeah)
I'm livin bout it bout it (bout it)
Nigga this, nigga that, we do this, we do that
Talkin' that shit'll get yo' wig blew back
You knew that, we do that, like it's 'sposed to be done
Back up off me, you gettin too close to me son
It'd be fun if you didn't have a gun
But if you didn't had one you'd probably run; come come
Now spit it from the tip of your tongue, a lil wisdom
gives em somethin' to move to, groove to
The next time you see me again gangsta'd up
Chilling wit my beanie again got many of friends
in b-ball, football, baseball, the penetentianary, the graveyard
the church house and the mess hall
That's why I address y'all, express all Big Dogg
with no flaws, yiggy yes yall touch y'all from up above
Show big love, kept the crippin' alive
as well as the dub, push come to shove
Y'all know how it all was
(Chorus)
But niggas still talk about me (talk about me)
Don't give a fuck about me
I made them read about me (read about me)
Don't give a fuck about it
I'm livin' rowdy rowdy
Fuck what they say about me
Long as I'm bout it bout it
Niggas gon talk about you
Bitches gon love to doubt you
I make em read about it
and made em write about it
Fuck what they say about me
I'm livin' bout it bout it
Big D-O-Double G ya know I'm livin' rowdy rowdy
(Snoop Dogg)
Lemme clear my motherfuckin throat
These niggas in the game is sticky as dope (oh no)
No joke, even ya own kinfolk
They say "Diff'rent Strokes, it takes
Diff'rent Strokes..." Man, fuck that bullshit
Dogg, who you cool with?
I'm down with Jay-Z, Master P, Nas, Ice Cube
Dub C, Mack-10, DMX, Mobb Deep
Ruff Ryders, Eastsidaz, Warren G, Red and Meth
Uncle L, Naughty and Treach
The whole Flava Unit, So So Def
DJ Pooh, KAM, Solo, and the motherfuckin LA Zoo
Pomona, DJ Quik and Blacktone
But them niggaz cross the street know it's really on
Now I can go on and on but I refuse to cause I might lose you
Let's cruise to the soulful sounds
I'm tryin to make y'all get down
And put some soul in ya ass Like James Brown (owwww!)
I feel good now; can you feel that?
It's like goin' bare back, I thought I oughta share dat
Compare dat, an' wear dat 7 days a week
Keep my name out ya mouth
and my business out the motherfuckin' streets
You motherfuckin' geek
Your freak is a freak, I never crept with the ho
I shoulda though, but
(Chorus)
Yeah
Big Snoop Dogg up in this
Bee-yah
Bee-yah
You know da rest
Can I say it?
BEE-YACH!!!!

This is the part when we-
This is the part
This is the part when we- (what's up? - when we get 'em)
(Cha Cha niggaz) this is the part (when we stick 'em)
(Rocket) this is the when we- (when we switch 'em - flat line)
This is the part (when we ditch 'em)
This is the part when we- (when we get 'em baby)
(Holla at me) lets go!
This is how

I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em (yo Cha)
I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em (Cha, hold on Cha)
I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em (wait a minute Cha, wait 'till the beat drop)
I get 'em, I stick 'em, I switch 'em, I ditch 'em (show 'em how we hit 'em Cha)
I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em (uh huh)
I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em (hot shit)
I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em (pump this in your Jeep motherfuckers!)
I get 'em, I stick 'em, I switch 'em, I ditch 'em

[Verse one: Cha Cha]
I {*gun noise*} stick 'em
I - IIIII flick 'em
Shit 'em and switch 'em, that's how I - IIIII ditch 'em
Keys in the ignition, bounce get missin'
WE DON'T DO COMITMENTS (holla)
Hit the club, back to my mission
Same type of sippin', niggas ain't no different
It's easy pimpin' if you see us in it
Four Jeeps get (???????)
It's gold and white labels, no brads at this table
Yellow and green bottles, you know what that mean? y'allin'
Know you got to drop if you cop a skwat
This shit goes no further then the parking lot
Burns a tab (???????) back to your pad
Be lucky if a broad drop you mad to the lab
After that we stab, look backwards and laugh
take a bottle in the air
Two fingers, that's how a playa bounce

[Hook: Cha Cha: "this is how" (repeat 11X) with minor variations]

(That's how I stick 'em babe) I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em (get 'em, I stick 'em, I switch 'em, I ditch 'em)
I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em, I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em
I get 'em (uh huun)
I stick 'em
I switch 'em
I ditch 'em (that's how I stick 'em babe)
I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em (get 'em, I stick 'em, I switch 'em, I ditch 'em)
I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em, I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em
I get 'em (uh huun)
I stick 'em
I switch 'em
I ditch 'em (that's how I stick 'em babe)

[Verse two: Cha Cha]
You might ketch me in Bahamas, when I'm loungin' wit him
Tell him bring the Condoms wit him, like he gon hit 'em
Know I always liein' a little, bullshit him
Tell his ass lye on the pillow, let him feel 'em
Pop dom wit him, and roll up (?) wit him
Create bonds wit him, but I don't wined up wit him
I just stack my cake, hair back to the states
Know it's two case, like "Oh yea, by the way..."
I'M A HUSLA BABE
And you just got played
Thanks for the trip, I just got payed
That's what you get, tryin' a hotel
Sees-po-lease
I tax for the stress when it's (?) to invest
Wynnin', we kissin' (?)
Why we can't undress?
That's when I lie
"It's not you, it's the PMS"
I reverse the game
You should rehearse the same
I always dig at your nollage
So I dig at your wallets
This is how

[Hook] X2

[Verse three: Cha Cha]
These niggers deserve Oscars, better yet Grammies
They all sing the same damn song for the panties
From Mike, Donald and Danny, down in Miami
To Nate from Pinstate
Even California Randy
And DJ like (?) from New York and L.A.
He from around D.C. but be in V.A.
So, from Cha-City to Detroit Rock City
They all say the same lines
(???????)
Get it

[Hook] 2X

[Cha Cha] "C.-C-H-A"(repeat until fades)
Cha Cha
None stop
Uh huh
RockHead, drop that beat
Uh. . make these motherfuckas breath to it {breaths deeply}
Yea I like that
Lets go
Uh huh
2010
Uh huh
Hot shit
Hot shit
Hot shit
Hot shit

[Frank Sinatra sample]
So any time you're gettin low, 'stead of lettin go
Just remember that ant..

[Chorus 2X][Frank Sinatra](Kids)

[Opps there goes another rubber tree plant]
(Opps there goes another rubber tree)
[Opps there goes another rubber tree plant]
(Opps there goes another rubber tree)

[Verse 1]
Now I came to rock, I came to move the crowd
I came screamin' out loud
No other choice is this bad new voice
Can't wait to sit in my new Rolls Royce
You soft and moist, sweet like cake
Don't be scared to lie down in the bed you make
And if you fake, I'm like Alexander the Great
A conquerer, stompin ya, for even steppin to the plate
Now you think I'm late but I'm right on time
You had your chance to do it now it's my turn to shine
Keep in mind, you ain't heard my flow in a while
And i still ain't heard nobody that can fuck with my style
Juliet child nigga cook MC's, Criag Mack baby 1000 degrees
Stand back nigga I'ma shake this place
And look just when you thought it was safe?

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 2]
Now inside the streets Craig Mack's a living Legend
Nucular weapon better watch where you steppin'
Story at 6 and see the film at 11
You can be Kit but I'm like Frank Drevin
Mary Lou Retton, flippin on yall
You can use Motrin, Advil or Tylonol
Just to see me ball make your chick wanna follow
Rock the Meadowlands you got Boo-ed on Apollo
Real hard to swollow wanna know how come?
Cause I'm hot-dog probably buring meat off your tongue
So from now on till thy king-don-com
The sea-son has begun from my style to weigh a ton
Kill you for fun but i ain't playin no games (no games)
And I ain't sayin no names (uh-uh)
But next time you kill somebody make sure they dead
But wait, you can check this in-stead

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 3]
I see you made it to the bonus round, see my crown?
Pretty, too bad you can't touch it
I'm like Pompeii first time it erupted
Chicks still call acting hungry as a buzzard
You can let your man dump it hug it and love it
Touch it and rub it, Mack nigga, that's why it sounds undiscoverd
Explode like L. Ron Hubbard, on the Dianetics Cover, smother a brother
Been "Lethal" for years ask Gibson and Glover
Your man be like "Help!", lying in the gutter
Just like that, "Splash me the Cash"
Shit I'm like Duke Nukem get ready for combat
I now pronounce you man and wife
You may, kiss the coffin it's the end of your life Mr. Mack
And I know how to land this bird
Bet I see you 2000 nigga that's my word

[Frank Sinatra]
So any time you're gettin low, 'stead of lettin go
Just remember that ant

[Chorus 2X]

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Oh (I dont' know what they thought)
Hangmen 3
Runnin off topic

[Chorus]
Aiyyo, stop what ya doin and bang ta dis
Put ya glass down and grab a chick
Don't even think you can hang with this
Bitch-ass niggas can't hang with this

Blunts, bitches, clips, guns
Bars, bricks, whips, funds [4x]

[Benzino]
Come to think about it we ain't ordinary men
You think you immortal, my dogs ain't sleepin
Run through ya crib at 6 in the evenin
10 o'clock news, front page section
Count all the votes, Benzino's been elected
Most dangerous, most violent
My killers always move in silence
Put 'dro in a blunt, twist it up
Put fo' in ya gut, twist you up
You ain't heard, not guilty's the verdict
I paint a clear picture, you spit with no vision
I spit viscious, we all in position
Check a nigga history, you better ask around
Rap's greatest mystery
This is for my real dog niggas, incarcerated tears
Niggas all in tears, throw it up

[Chorus]
Aiyyo, stop what ya doin and bang ta dis
Put ya glass down and grab a chick
Don't even think you can hang with this
Bitch-ass niggas can't hang with this

Blunts, bitches, clips, guns
Bars, bricks, whips, funds [4x]

[Benzino]
Sky's the limit, long as my heart pump I'll be in it
'Til I overcome, finally win it
Used to hit the street hard
Hustle like time was endin, and I'm not pretendin
I choose my own destiny
And can't nobody get the best of me
And half y'all niggas can't get next to me
Y'all ain't strong enough to question me
Cuz ain't no tellin when it's time to go to war
Specially when niggas don't bang no more
Fake-ass rappers should cut and take ten
You act like you can't get laid in coffin
You act like niggas get play from Boston
Never underestimate it too often
Smoke hash just to ease the pain
And keep stayin focused on gettin payed
Still searchin in my soul for the answers
Askin God why I'm gettin these chances
Home Boston, we harm if we hungry
Fight if we starvin, I'll die for this money

[Chorus] 2x
Aiyyo, stop what ya doin and bang ta dis
Put ya glass down and grab a chick
Don't even think you can hang with this
Bitch-ass niggas can't hang with this

Blunts, bitches, clips, guns
Bars, bricks, whips, funds [4x]

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To relax my mind so I can be free
And absorb the sound that keep me round
Doing my thing constantly with no worries
Peace to Keith Murray
(Just like music)
To keep me flowing and keep me going
And keep me growing
To keep me from the E from knowing
What happens out there is not my concern
You wanna die, it's not my turn
(Just like music)
To do something to me, like jump in the Mercedes
On the highway doing over 80
Without music baby (Ow, I'll go crazy) yeah
(Just like music)
Make me call my homie on the phone
Like there's something new out that got me in the zone
Just that feeling got me
I wish music could adopt me
(Just like music)

[Marvin Gaye]
Turn on some music
I got my music
Turn on some music
I got my music
Turn on some music
I got my music
Turn on some music
I got my music

(Just like music)
Put me in the mood with my woman
Got me in the ear singin' sweet nothings
Make love come out of the mouth, no frontin'
Like all of a sudden
(Just like music)
Taking away your worries and cares

Any problems music will be right there
Together match, yo we a perfect pair
Is that true Marvin?
(Yeah, music)
Yo to get you to bang this
Body soul snatcher, universal language
It be the light, so open up
This is it, what the fuck?
(Just like music)
One fly tune to have black and white vibe in one room
No confrontation, probably all night
It's just the sensation
(Just like music)

[Marvin Gaye]
Turn on some music
I got my music
Turn on some music
I got my music
Turn on some music
I got my music
Turn on some music
I got my music

[Marvin Gaye]
Just like music
Music is the soul of the man
Music makes a happy day
And music makes the clouds go by baby
Your music keeps my tears inside my eyes
(Just like music)
Your music makes me want to sing
Girl, music is a joy to bring
(Just like music)
Music is my heart and soul
More precious than gold
Happiness today is just a song away
I love your music baby

[Marvin Gaye]
Turn on some music
I got my music
Turn on some music
I got my music
Turn on some music
I got my music
Turn on some music
I got my music

Just like music...

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feat. Snoop Dogg

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Yeeea, check this out cha'll
This is Big Snoopy D-O-Double-Gizzel
And I got my homegirls Doggy's Angels up in this motherfucker
They came to lay y'all dizzay, know what I'm saying?
So shut up, put your cups down and check game, biotch!

[Chorus: Doggy's Angels] (Snoop Dogg)
You put your trust in me, I put my trust in you
With any problems shoot the curb and together we'll shoot 'em up
(Shoot 'em up)
Together we'll shoot 'em up
(Bang bang)

[Big Chan]
Where the cash at, where the stash at
Holla'd at Tha Angels holla'd back when you cop that
Dark grey ski mask and AK gat with the sawed off
Cola-Loc to ass let's blow these niggas heads off
I'ma unload ta parody lie
If those help with toe tags and body bags
Nobody move nobody get hurt or gets hawed off
Like Jadakiss, "Kiss Tha Game Goodbye", these niggas is soft
Pedal to the metal matchin doin about a 100
Stay ready mob steady cash flowin in abundance
Penthouse Suits, practice safe when I creep
I come up off the chains, rings and anything with value plus keys
I take them all Rolex, in the crew Bentley
With regional funds - to chat with young guns
What's the worst that could happen on a day like this?
When the lid don't get pulled, and my heat could miss the clappin

[Chorus 2x]

[Cola]
Now watch how I come through, battle gear all blue
Twist you on site, tuck yo' chain when I fall through
Nigga, put yo hands up and lay on the floor
Keep cops say it once, ain't gon say it no more
Bout the cream, jewels, and you know I take the plastic
Mottorola 2-way, Nextel Plassid
Blueprint executed, suited and booted
Coniyac and Chan-Loc ready to aim and then shoot it
Keep the hiest thugged out, duck taped and handcuffed
Casualities drugged out, then stash the mask up
Ready to knock a plug out on niggas that ain't willin
Mixin anything moving straight Eastside fellin
Snatching everything from the Ro Range to the chump change
Angels came to bang straight changing the game
Ready to flippin that gum when it's insufficient funds
Bring the pain, it's a Dogg Pound thang, shook one

[Chorus 2x]

[Snoop Dogg]
Ohhh, this is a stick up, baby
We want cha'll hands in the air, and your back on the wall
We wanted all y'all
Doggy's Angels with Snoopy Dogg
What's the worst thing that could happen?
Coniyac, click clack 'em

[Coniyac]
First things first, a P6 meal
Then Chan-Loc and Soda mass heat in the peel
We gon dump on our way out to hit the highway
Save the rich it's official we gon blessed our way out
Surveillance is heavy, so we hit the off safety
The stampede where the safe be
Alive on this, no mistakes to be made
Got night goggles, artillery, attach waist gernades
No resistance to the route, on site
First nigga to play hero, clip him don't need floss
In and out time in it, 5 minute, let's hit 'em
For med it to hit be, let's get 'em
Invade Incognito, hostages and help
And they do it not block, no hits and no drills
Affirmative, mission accomplished, done deal
Operation fine, now my pockets full

[Chorus 2x]

[Snoop Dogg]
Ummh, shoot 'em up
Yeah, ya did it again, bitch
Shot 'em

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