G Funk (Intro)

Yeah...
This is another story about dogs
For the dog that don't pee on trees, is a bitch
So says Snoop Dogg, get your pooper scooper
Cause the nigga's talkin shit
Aroof!

I'm sippin on Tanqueray
With my my mind on my money and my mouth fulla gan-jay
R-A-G to the motherfuckin E
Back with my nigga S-N double O-P

Yeah, and ya don't stop
Rage in effect I just begun to rock
I said yeah, and you don't quit

Hey yo, Rage would you please drop some gangsta shit

I rock ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs
Handcuffed as I bust bout to tear shit up
Oh what did ya think I, didn't ever think I
Would be the one to make you blink eye, I'm catchy like pink-eye

Never will there ever be another like me
Uh, you can play the left, cause it ain't no right in me
Out the picture out the frame out the box I knock 'em all
Smack 'em out the park, like "A Friendly Game of Baseball"

Grand, slam, yes I am
Kickin up dust and I don't give a god DAMN
Cause I'm that lyrical murderer
Pleadin guilty, you know from my skills I'm about to be
Filthy large, Rage in charge
You know what's happenin, don't try to play large
This ain't no Rerun, see hun, don't ya wanna be one
How-evah, Rage'll wreck ya, cause I'm def

I kick my vocals, I loc' yo, coast to coast or local
Uhhh! I'll make 'em go coo-coo for my Cocoa
Puffin stuff, aiyyo Snoop, you're up
Let these niggaz know that niggaz don't give a fuck!

This is just a small introduction to the G Funk Era
Everyday of my life I take a glimpse in the mirror
And I see motherfuckers tryin to be like me
Every since I put it down with the D-R-E

Foamin at the mouth and waggin his tail
Searchin through the yards with a keen sense of smell
Lookin for the business in heat
And when he find it he'll be sniffin her seat
We travel in packs and we do it from the back
How else can you get to the booty?
We do it Doggystyle, all the while we do it Doggystyle
Yo motherfuckin hoes!
He fucked the fleas off a bitch
He shaked the ticks off his dick
And in the booty, he buries his motherfuckin bone
And if there's any left over
He'll roll over and take a doggy bag home

Damn, that Tanqueray is talkin to a nigga
I ain't bullshittin, one of y'all niggaz gotta get it
Man I got ta piss
Breath test?



Credits
Writer(s): Cordazar Broadus, George Clinton, Philippe Wynn, Robin Allen
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