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For All My Niggas & Bitches


by Snoop Dogg. Buy album CD: Doggystyle


Well it's that slow flow, D O double G, nigga
See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga
Who am I? It's Kurupt motherfucker
Do or die, we gives a fuck motherfucker

So slow your roll, I'm in control like Janet
The locest twenty one year old nigga that's on this planet
Take it for granted, if ya wanna 'cuz I'm gonna
Grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch

So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit
Wave your motherfuckin' fingers in the air

So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air

Now on a one, two, three who could it be?
Comin' with a group of gangsta shit for ninety three
So ninety four's arrived nigga, back on up
And let me and my dogg Kurupt fuck shit up

Now can't nobody see me here or there
Wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground 'cuz ain't shit for sale
In the coupe with the beat flossin' off gold D's
And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean

And it don't take much for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap
In your ass for gettin' us all fucked up
Now check it, it's a callin' for niggaz like doggs
Who supposed to be the shit but steadily bitchin' like hogs

Yes y'all, walk the doggs, yes y'all, yiggy y'all
Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball
I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this
Now how many bitches must get dick

Before they say that daz is that nigga from back in the day?
Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin' with Dr. Dre
'Cuz I grips mics, I rips mics in half
Hoes be comin' to my flat so I can tap that ass

So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit
Keep your motherfuckin' fingers in the air

So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air

You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick
So what's happenin'? I'm cappin shit up like a western flick
The kingpin of the clique, top notch
Seventeen shot Glock cocked, so all nigga drop

The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin' to serve
The best Kurupt's era peep the terror 'cuz it's a murder fest
I smoke chronic everyday, so what have we?
Another motherfucker gettin' served like some cavy

Now who drops? I got full juice like Tupac
Rollin' with two Glocks
Fly motherfuckers can't see Kurupt
Hellraisin' like pinhead, beware I'm tearin' shit the fuck up

Slow your roll, like your legs was broken
Who's jokin'? Rakim never joked so why should I loc?
Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe
Runnin' 'em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row

Mediocre motherfuckers die 'cuz I'm servin' it
They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass murderin'
Smokin' indo, look out my window I suppose yeah
Niggaz don't understand how we kicks diffrent flows

I'm raw like new footage I'm rugged like a B.F.Goodrich
Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched
Drop to your knees like a dog in heat
Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiques

So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit
Keep your motherfuckin' fingers in the air

So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin' fingers in the air

Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown
Take down, when it comes to the mic, I'm puttin my weight down
And that's hundred and seventy five pounds of beef
Beatin' yo' ass down to the concrete

Fool, act like ya know
I'm stranded on death row with no where to go
So what's a girl to do?
Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?

Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we don't care
Niggaz don't give a fuck, nigga
How about nuthin' at all? Just my doggs and clockin' the grip bitch
Niggaz don't give a fuck, nigga

That's why I can kick it so tuff 'cuz when times get ruff, my
Niggaz don't give a fuck, nigga
The clique that I'm with don't give a shit, ya know why?
Real niggaz don't give a fuck

Now all the bitches and the niggaz
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
So all my niggaz and my bitches
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air

So all my niggaz and my bitches
Wave your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin' fingers in the air




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Album: Doggystyle (1993) Lyrics
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  1. Ain't No Fun
  2. For All My Niggas & Bitches
  3. Bathtub
  4. G funk intro
  5. Gin and juice
  6. W-balls (tha shiznit intro)
  7. Tha shiznit
  8. Lodi dodi intro
  9. Lodi dodi
  10. Murder was the case [deathaftervisualizingeternity]
  11. Gz up, hoes down *
  12. Serial killa
  13. Who am i (what's my name)?
  14. For all my niggaz & bitches
  15. Ain't no fun (if the homies can't have none)
  16. Chronic break
  17. Doggy dogg world
  18. You betta ask somebody (gz and hustlas intro)
  19. Gz and hustlas
  20. U betta recognize (pump pump intro)
  21. Pump pump

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