Текст песни Snoop Doggy Dogg f Charlie Wilson - Snoop Bounce
Snoop Doggy Dogg f Charlie Wilson - Snoop Bounce слова песни
Intro/Chorus: Charlie WilsonAin`t no funk, it`s funky, it`s Doggystyle (Ain`t it funky nuff?)(Death Row-ow, Death Rowwwww)(*Everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce*)*repeat*Verse 1: Snoop Doggy DoggShucks, stompin in my big blue chucksMore bounce to the ounce while I`m ditchin you clutzBump-bump-bump-bump while you`re bumpin your soundsIt`s the zoo and the Pound we don`t fuck aroundRelax your mind and let your conscience be freeand get down, stompin grounds is the LBCI slid up out the game and MC`s get wackedbut now I`m back (Oh shit!), so go get your strapWatch your head, I break witwit G`s, Muslims, hardheads and dredsBounce, rock while rollerskatinon them 20 inch tyres wit the platinum DaytonsI`m not that BG poppin all that junkabout "I`ll fuck you up", he sound like a punkI been there and done that, no inspirationAll day illustration beat conversationChorusVerse 2: Snoop DoggI keep niggas in the studio, word is bondBeen workin on ya new album for two years strongand still can`t come up with the right songYou know what they say:`Study long, study long`All aboard the train so come alongcos we keep the glue stuff against the boneIt`s alright ain`t no room for wrongDoggyland is the motherland, make yourself at homeI got money loads by the barrelsI even got a few fans that`s crazy like DeNiroI`m international money maker, player hatershhok up off the sake of spendin dollars and I always hollerat a player though cos players know the real from the fakeYou can put that on your toast, your coast and your stateI give you people what you likeWhat I look like in jail and can`t get on the micChorus x1 1/2Verse 3: Snoop DoggKillin up crews, give em the real street bluesHave em slidin in their eelskins, groovin in their tennis shoesOf course it don`t stop bein a Westside ridahWit no tattoo that`s how they got the clueI lay conversation on wax and CD`sBG`s and o-riginals, here come the missionMakin biters ride the Pound for the rest of the seasonDoggy DPG ya lil homey, uhhI represent the LBC-mentWindows tint, nigga that`s the presidentI hit you with a tune every blue moonCollard on your plate so you can stuff it in your faceNigga say your Grace before you touch your plateIt taste like it`s laced but it ain`tThis one puff uncut, no doubtEverybody know I gotta ounce and a halfChorus x1 1/2Outro:Shucks(Oooh ooh ooohhh oooohhhh ooh, oooh oooh oooohhhh ooh)(Death Rowwww, Death Rowwww)*repeat*