Let's start off by saying Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg. Hold it right there. Let's hear it and bring him on with a tremendous round of applause. My grandchild, the one and only Snoop Doggy Dogg. Everybody. And the Dogg Fam. Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Dogg Fam. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, baby. Dogg Fam. Fam. Stunt Fam. Baby. Come on. DP. DP. Come on. DPG. Everybody sing it. DP. DP. DPG. Damn. DP. What? DP. Who? DPG. Where we coming from? DP. Who? DP. What? DPG. D-B-T gets me the trippin'. I don't slip, I bang. With that mad ass Dogg Fam gang, it's a DPG thing. Carrugh from their seat, you wanna test me, let's see if you'll survive 45 times. Like a hollow point headed for your dome, take a couple steps, turn around and it's tomb. Couldn't withstand the murderous mental, I subdued and then take two to your temple when it come to the rhyme, when I'm spitting. Niggas collapsing with a strap to split. It's like this, nigga. One, two, three. You understand, get this nigga. Failed to pump, corrupts the kingpin of the clique. I'm the littlest G with the biggest dick. Yeah, somebody better recognize. With the twist of my wrist, like OJ, they all die. I stack on mother***ers like a bone, on the beat of ***, on a microphone ever since I was born. Not to ever love a bitch. Third game out the game. That's why we are the best in scene. Many became a style, minute after minute. But soon as you did it, I felt the nigga's ***. What would you do if you could *** with me on my groove? But you can't, so don't even think about stepping in a mother***er's ass. Yeah, what would you do, Tupac, if they could *** with me on my groove? But you can't, so don't even think about stepping in a mother***er's ass. Baby butterfly all day, while I steady make my pay. Every single day in the LBC. Cruisin' through the east side, bein' a lil' style. In the back of a green Lexo, that's a freestyle. Ain't no escape, hand me the papers and a tape case. How much money can a nigga make in one place? The review, I thought you knew. We mashin' mother***ers in all gray. I see y'all mother***ers tryin' to get what my kid for. But there's so many butchers on the west coast. And not to say the least, I see a few trick-ass niggas layin' low on the east coast. Now the question is that, you didn't wanna rap, scrap, or blast that nigga's ass? I'd be the first one to hit him. Oh yeah, *** BG, knock out and every nigga dead with him. Cause I'm a natural born killer. In the Hoyas hat, straight up, you know it's like that. Now what would you do? Check. You can *** with me or my crew. There's so many against us that I could include. Now who's quick to blast me and dazzle a few? Well, it doesn't make a difference. Cause it's about who the quickest, so to draw the end all existence for risk. Let's take it ruthless, fools. These ruthless fools in a pound in one move. Assume. It's only for conversation, so let's conversate. Time slippy to 38, then dip. 50 out the clip. Mindless that trip, cause niggas be talkin' a game of ***. The nigga had a gun before the nigga died. Would the nigga be dead or would he stay alive? And if I was in your homie's shoes, would I survive? Probably not, you'd probably let your Glock go pop. Now drop to your knees. And betcha these long pound canes could float through the greens. Come on, what would you do? Yeah. If you could *** with me or my crew. But you can't, so don't even think about Steppin' in a mother***in' hand. What would you do? Come on. If you could *** with me or my crew. Yeah. This side. That side. Now just wave your hands from side to side To the left To the right Now just wave your hands from side to side To the left To the right Now just wave your hands from side to side To the left To the right Now just wave your hands from side to side To the left To the right Say do that ***, do that ***, do it! Niggas! Say do that ***, do that ***, do it! Niggas! The whole house! Come on! Do that ***, do that ***, do it! Do that ***, do that ***, do it! Yeah. Yeah, yeah!