The Way I Am - feat. Snoop Dogg Original Version
Yes
I'ma do me
I'ma do me
You gon' do you
You gon' do you
I'ma do me
I'ma do me (yes)
You gon' do you
You gon' do you
I'ma do me
I'ma do me
I, I've been riding for five years with D-R-E
You minor, I'm major league
But what y'all didn't expect to see
Is me on TV with Snoop D-O double G
Smoke weed, get a buzz, show a young G love
If you don't give a fuck (what?)
Put your hands up (what?)
Party like it should be done
You leaving at two girl? You know the night's just begun
The after hours spot is off the hook
The ugly crows buy the bottle of Crook
The fly crows keep smoking the kush
So you know I got a bird and a bush
You run up, you get stomped to mush
Look it here, I talk to God, I don't pray
When I want something, I don't play
It's Knoc-turn'al with a capital K
Best believe it's a brand-new day
And if you feel me sunshine, come around my way
Put your hands up, come off them grams
I ain't tripping that's the way I am (the way I am)
And if you see me with heat in my hand
You better duck that's the way I am (the way I am)
I can't believe ya got up in them pants
Sexy lady gon' do that dance
Come on over when your sick of ya man
And we can chill, that's the way I am (the way I am)
Light blue shoes (shoes), dark blue pants (uh)
Four, five bitches and they all wanna dance
I don't get down bitch, that ain't my program
I don't hold hands and I don't slow jam (uh uh)
I C-Walk in the park with the fellas
And make suckers jealous 'cause they can't out sell us
You wanna join us? Well here's a few pointers
About them riders from the state of California
(Knoc-turn'al), knock on wood
Eastside, LB, shit it's all too good
In the hood, he's so confidential
With the way that we get you and the shit that I hit you
And spit you, split you, sit you down
Click, cock, pop at you, rock you and knock you down
Pimp slap you and sock you down
Lifestyles of the motherfucking Dogg Pound, now (now)
Put your hands up, come off them grams
I ain't tripping, that's the way I am (the way I am)
And if you see me with heat in my hand
You better duck that's the way I am (the way I am)
I can't believe ya got up in them pants
Sexy lady gon' do that dance
Come on over when your sick of ya man
And we can chill that's the way I am (the way I am)
I don't know that girl I just met her
Sipping on sour Amoretta
She gon' do her thing if I let her
But I'ma bounce 'cause her friend looks better
I like the way she knows me
Like the way she got herself in VIP
If she sees K-N-O-C
She gon' chill and wait out front for me
Who do you know that rides for the coast
With a new breed and style of rap like me?
I had the patience to study the game
Dr. Dre made two Chronics and this is Chronic Three
I make classic hits and buy classic cars
And see classic hoes at classic bars
(Now I just step in the spot and the girls all pause)
Magic stick, I break down walls
Got my heat if some shit jumps off
Really you stepping to me is a lost cause
Party animal, here since a quarter to ten
Babyface, six-two with a L.A. brim
I got shell toes on, I don't wear them Timbs
I got hoes, got weed, and a gallon of gin
Ain't no telling what I might get in
The first night, do it right, I'ma do it again
C'mon
Put your hands up, come off them grams
I ain't tripping that's the way I am (the way I am)
And if you see me with heat in my hand
You better duck that's the way I am (the way I am)
I can't believe ya got up in them pants
Sexy lady gon' do that dance
Come on over when your sick of ya man
And we can chill that's the way I am (the way I am)
Put your hands up, come off them grams
I ain't tripping that's the way I am (the way I am)
And if you see me with heat in my hand
You better duck that's the way I am (the way I am)
I can't believe ya got up in them pants
Sexy lady gon' do that dance
Come on over when your sick of ya man
And we can chill that's the way I am (the way I am)
You know where we be, in the club
Come find me, I ain't tripping
Air is free, so what ever you wanna do
For real though
Huh, it's just the way I am
I'ma do me
I'ma do me
You gon' do you
You gon' do you
I'ma do me
I'ma do me (yes)
You gon' do you
You gon' do you
I'ma do me
I'ma do me
I, I've been riding for five years with D-R-E
You minor, I'm major league
But what y'all didn't expect to see
Is me on TV with Snoop D-O double G
Smoke weed, get a buzz, show a young G love
If you don't give a fuck (what?)
Put your hands up (what?)
Party like it should be done
You leaving at two girl? You know the night's just begun
The after hours spot is off the hook
The ugly crows buy the bottle of Crook
The fly crows keep smoking the kush
So you know I got a bird and a bush
You run up, you get stomped to mush
Look it here, I talk to God, I don't pray
When I want something, I don't play
It's Knoc-turn'al with a capital K
Best believe it's a brand-new day
And if you feel me sunshine, come around my way
Put your hands up, come off them grams
I ain't tripping that's the way I am (the way I am)
And if you see me with heat in my hand
You better duck that's the way I am (the way I am)
I can't believe ya got up in them pants
Sexy lady gon' do that dance
Come on over when your sick of ya man
And we can chill, that's the way I am (the way I am)
Light blue shoes (shoes), dark blue pants (uh)
Four, five bitches and they all wanna dance
I don't get down bitch, that ain't my program
I don't hold hands and I don't slow jam (uh uh)
I C-Walk in the park with the fellas
And make suckers jealous 'cause they can't out sell us
You wanna join us? Well here's a few pointers
About them riders from the state of California
(Knoc-turn'al), knock on wood
Eastside, LB, shit it's all too good
In the hood, he's so confidential
With the way that we get you and the shit that I hit you
And spit you, split you, sit you down
Click, cock, pop at you, rock you and knock you down
Pimp slap you and sock you down
Lifestyles of the motherfucking Dogg Pound, now (now)
Put your hands up, come off them grams
I ain't tripping, that's the way I am (the way I am)
And if you see me with heat in my hand
You better duck that's the way I am (the way I am)
I can't believe ya got up in them pants
Sexy lady gon' do that dance
Come on over when your sick of ya man
And we can chill that's the way I am (the way I am)
I don't know that girl I just met her
Sipping on sour Amoretta
She gon' do her thing if I let her
But I'ma bounce 'cause her friend looks better
I like the way she knows me
Like the way she got herself in VIP
If she sees K-N-O-C
She gon' chill and wait out front for me
Who do you know that rides for the coast
With a new breed and style of rap like me?
I had the patience to study the game
Dr. Dre made two Chronics and this is Chronic Three
I make classic hits and buy classic cars
And see classic hoes at classic bars
(Now I just step in the spot and the girls all pause)
Magic stick, I break down walls
Got my heat if some shit jumps off
Really you stepping to me is a lost cause
Party animal, here since a quarter to ten
Babyface, six-two with a L.A. brim
I got shell toes on, I don't wear them Timbs
I got hoes, got weed, and a gallon of gin
Ain't no telling what I might get in
The first night, do it right, I'ma do it again
C'mon
Put your hands up, come off them grams
I ain't tripping that's the way I am (the way I am)
And if you see me with heat in my hand
You better duck that's the way I am (the way I am)
I can't believe ya got up in them pants
Sexy lady gon' do that dance
Come on over when your sick of ya man
And we can chill that's the way I am (the way I am)
Put your hands up, come off them grams
I ain't tripping that's the way I am (the way I am)
And if you see me with heat in my hand
You better duck that's the way I am (the way I am)
I can't believe ya got up in them pants
Sexy lady gon' do that dance
Come on over when your sick of ya man
And we can chill that's the way I am (the way I am)
You know where we be, in the club
Come find me, I ain't tripping
Air is free, so what ever you wanna do
For real though
Huh, it's just the way I am
Credits
Writer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, Calvin Cordozar Broadus, Royal Harbor
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