Freestyle Conversation

Homey: Ay Dogg, let me holla at'cha man
 Snoop: Wuz up home?
 Homey: Word is on the streets, your beats gone be delicate
 Since Dre did shake the spea's out, man.
 Snoop: Delicate? Beats?
 So that's what makes me now?
 Man, I don't give a fuck about no beat
 (Now let me shake that shit man)
 (I hear ya Dogg)
 (It's a cold, cold thing!)
 (It's a cold thing!)
 (For real, hmm!)
 I got more niggas tryin to get at me than the President do sometimes
 Niggas be tryin to get at me cos I be droppin funky rhymes
 What the fuck is goin on? This rap game is made to make money
 You niggas is taking the shit outta hand, actin' way too funny
 Doin too much, y'know I see it from the get-go
 What the fuck's goin on wit you niggas, y'all tryin to play a low pro
 And tryin ta be hard and tryin ta be big willies or whatever they call it
 I guess it's time for me to act just like an alcoholic
 And step to the game, I'm a stumble in like I don't know
 And if a nigga say somethin wrong, I'm takin off from the get-go
 I ain't givin no room to try to get me first
 Cos I done been bombed on before and I'ma tell you, man, that's the worst
 Fifth in the world, but I'ma keep my thang together
 Cos I'ma keep makin money and hope everything is still together
 Havin papers, man, now what y'all niggas doin?
 All y'all broke on the corner
 Drinkin your drink, wanna be doin what I'm doin
 But don't get mad and don't be tryin to play-hate
 Cos, uhh, takin trips around state to state
 Representin, uhh, what y'all wanna represent
 But y'all can't represent it cos y'all got no dollars, no cents
 I'm movin on, groovin on and I'm movin
 Makin more moves than the average Cuban
 Tryin ta get G's across the town, tryin ta make more hits
 And tryin ta get my game tight and get at your bitch
 Now if she wants to get with this, she gone come holla at a player, do'
 Cos she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce
 And she wants to jump in, bring a friend
 Cos everything is like alphabet, come on in
 Come on in and bring a friend and you can come on back
 Cos when you do, we gone be sippin on some Cognac
 It's on me, I'm feelin good tonight
 Cos I'ma do mines and I'ma keep everything tight
 I ain't lettin nothin leak cos if thangs leak, then I'm get caught
 And I can't get caught cos you know how they do it about that child support
 Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his game tight
 Gettin 18-point-5 percent, half your life
 Shit, I love my baby boy and all
 But I ain't gonna be payin no bitch, no no, no way Dogg
 I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too tight
 I'm guaranteed to get away from some shit like dat, ain't that right
 Cos, uhh, when you play in this game you got to be the real player
 You can't be no fake ass nigga talkin about you wanna be the man
 Cos if you ain't with the game, the game ain't gonna be wit you
 And I can put that on everything including you
 One of every five black males before the year 2000
 Will be detained or deceased
 No justice, no peace
 Yeah the truth hurts, if you're scared, go to church
 Look here, but don't cut it, gettin five points
 Step back for a second, I'm puttin less than five to this joint
 Hmm, if this is the bomb niggas gonna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics
 Niggas be trippin but I'll be pimpin
 I don't be trippin off no nigga at all, no bitches
 Just tryin to get money, I don't even be trippin off no switches
 I used to like low-riders but now I like Eastsiders
 I put it down wit me and make a hit maker, y'knowhatI'msayin?
 I love the Lakers now cos now they got Shaq O'Neal
 It's time to make a million dollars and that's for real
 See we gone blow up and show up and throw up nuttin but Dogg Pound
 Give it to ya ta put it down and we'll be round to your town
 So just sit in your seats and wait til we come through
 Until we do just keep smokin grey and blue
 Or whatever you do just stay true to what you do
 Cos we gone keep doin what the fuck we got to do
 Now, follow me now and listen to the instructions
 Cos the game's gonna get deep now, niggas is tryin ta creep
 Tryin ta get up on game but they don't wanna be down with the PG
 All of a sudden everybody wanna dis DP
 Now, what we look like?
 Makin y'all diss us, that ain't right
 I should get upset but I'ma stay composed
 Chill for a second, spit at some hos
 Drinkin my drink, smokin my dank
 Countin my bank, uhh that shit'stank
 Stanky bank is what I got cos I'ma keep it
 And nah this ain't no motherfuckin secret
 Interlude: (Snoop talking)
 Yeah, we're in drought season
 Niggas lookin for a reason
 It's like thanksgiving without the feast
 Yeah the truth hurts, we're scared to go to church
 They got me runnin from my life, I'm jumpin gates
 They got dogs on my ass, but I'm a Dogg
 So I know how to alert and get wit dat shit
 The dog run up on me I give him a cold
 Like nigga back up off me
 He turn around and bite the police, hmm
 Game recognise Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes
 I slide in the back of a garage, dippin with this ho
 They run right past me, ask me "Have I seen the suspect?"
 "Yeah, he went that way", now for the jack