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Master P f Snoop Dogg

West Coast Bad Boyz Volume 3

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* send corrections to the typist[Snoop Dogg & (Master P) talking]Hey yo (Ghetto Postage)Give me something that makes a nigga wanna pop his motherfuckin` collar(With a lil` West Coast twist on it)(Master P and Snoop, ha ha, tah dow, poppin` collars][Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs]Pop those collarsPop those collarsPop those collarsThat`s the just the way we do itPop those collarsWe changed the game[Snoop]Slid up in the door, get up in ya hoSippin` on some Mo with Big D from the mad ass 6-0Stretched out on the couch with some Mary JaneDoghouse nigga, we all in the same gameAn every nigga in my click got the platinum chainBlang, blang Doggy`s Angel`s same thangEastsidaz same thang, rip riders ask my nephew Kokane[Master P & Snoop together]Cause game recognize game and we got itNo Limit and Dogg Pound, we rowdy, get em` upWe bang bang[Snoop]On this music that we make hoIn the cars, the clubs, or when we smoke dopeWe drop that shit for you kin folkAnd poor folks no joke, loc locBlaze a sack loc, bust a back strokeAnd pop ya motherfuckin` collar till ya break ya back loc[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs][Master P]Ah dog we off the heezySnoop and P together for cheesyPoppin` collars from the South to the WizestWe off, see the tank around our nizeckWe O.G. show me loveAnd the Baker Boys started the buzzNow we California livin` like Dre and PacAnd them No Limit boys, see we can`t be stoppedMe and E-Feezy go way on the bizackRemember Baby D, TRU it and PrizackMy essay homie, chop chop got the dizopeWhile me and Xzibit was ballin` by cizoastI`m the black Slim Shady so don`t try to play meTurn a six into a Bentley and drive em` crazyRoll up to Eastside back to the WestRepresent Richmond, California to the South, respect[Chorus with Master P & Snoop ad-libs][Snoop]I`ll bless you before I diss youY`all miss me, shit I miss youSo sweet, so sure but so lowSo just let it all go, serious we sick of thisDog homie, ask ya kids they put chu` up on itOn the corners they poppin` they collarsWhile back in the days, shit niggaz used to stack they dollarsMake a nigga wanna hollerPlayas, pimp, p-poppers, impersonatorsReal rip riders, Eastsidaz and regulatorsHaters come in all shapes, sizes and colorsBut we on top of thangs so they can`t get above usHate us or love us, we rollin` with the heat huggersThuggers, house party niggaz fuck clubbersWith anine in my pockets, poppin` my collar pushin` and shovin`[Hook with Master P & Snoop ad-libs to fade]

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