Snoop Bounce (CD Version - About 4:04 long)
Snoop Doggy Dogg
Tha Doggfather
Lyrics by Chris Reid - Version 1.0
Ain’t no funk as funky
As Doggy Style (ain’t it funky though)
Deathrow, Deathrow
Everybody knows it got more bounce to the ounce
Ain’t no funk as funky
As Doggy Style (ain’t it funky though)
Deathrow, Deathrow
Everybody knows it got more bounce to the ounce
Shucks
Bumpin in my big blue chucks
More bounce to the ounce
While I’m ditchin you clucks
Ba-Ba-Ba-Bump
While you bumpin your sounds
It’s the zoo and tha Pound
We don’t fuck around
Relax your mind and let your conscious be free
And get down stompin grounds
It’s the LBC
I slid up out the game
An MC’s got wack
But now I’m back (Oh shit)
So go get yo strap
Watch it, watch it
I break bread with G’s, muslims, hard heads and braids
Bounce, Rap, Roller Skate
You know em 20 inch ties with them platinum days
I’m not that BG, popin all that junk
About I fuck you up
He sound like a punk
I’ve been there and done that
No inspiration
All day demonstration
Be conversation
Ain’t no funk as funky
As Doggy Style (aint it funky though)
Deathrow, Deathrow
Everybody knows it got more bounce to the ounce
Ain’t no funk as funky
As Doggy Style (ain’t it funky though)
Deathrow, Deathrow
Everybody knows it got more bounce to the ounce
I keep niggas in the studio
Word as bond
Been workin on your new album
For two years strong
And still can’t come up
With the right song
You know what they say
Study long, study long
All abord the train
So come along
Cause we keep the new stuff
That gets tha bomb
It’s all right
Ain’t no room for wrong
Doggyland is tha mother land
Make yourself at home
I got money loads by the barrels
I even got a few friends who’s crazy like DeNiro
I’m international
Money make a playa hata shake up like a sucka
Spendin dollars
And I always hollar, at a playa though
Because the playas know the real from the fake
You can put that on your close, your coast and your stash
I give you people what you like
What I look like in jail
Can’t get on the mic
Ain’t no funk as funky
As Doggy Style (ain’t it funky, though)
Deathrow, Deathrow
Everybody knows it got more bounce to the ounce
Ain’t no funk as funky
As Doggy Style
Deathrow, Deathrow
Deathrow, Deathrow
Killin up crews
Givin them the real street blues
Have em slide in their eel skins
Movin in their tennis shoes
Of course it don’t stop
Being a West Side idol
With no tattoos
That’s how they got you
I lay conversation on waxin CD’s
BG’s and Originals
Here come the mission
Makin mighters ride the pine for the rest of the season
Dogg, The DPG, An Little Homey
I represent the LBC
Windows tint
Nigga that’s the president
I hit you with a tune every blue moon
Pile it on your plate so you can stuff it in your face
Nigga say your grace, before you touch your plate
I tastes like it’s laced, but it ain’t
This one puff on cut, no doubt
Everybody know I got an ounce in the house (Shucks)
Ain’t no funk as funky
As Doggy Style (ain’t it funky, though)
Deathrow, Deathrow
Everybody knows it got more bounce to the ounce
Ain’t no funk as funky
As Doggy Style (ain’t it funky, though)
Deathrow, Deathrow
Everybody knows it got more bounce to the ounce
Ain’t no funk as funky
As Doggy Style (ain’t it funky, though)
Deathrow, Deathrow
Everybody knows it got more bounce to the ounce
Deathrow, Deathrow
Shucks...
Yeah
Everybody knows
Deathrow
Everybody knows it got more bounce to the ounce...
Deathrow, Deathrow...
Deathrow, Deathrow
Ain’t it funky though
