Unify (Explicit Version)
Snoop Dogg"Unify (Explicit Version)" is a song by Snoop Dogg, released in 1999 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:28 long and contains 69 lines and 608 words.
Lyrics
0:11I falls off into a party in the n.y.c.
0:14Niggaz lookin at me strange but they lovin my chain
0:16Bang bang, same thang, game came when I left em
0:19I do it by my lonely now Im the big homie
0:22But Im his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come rick is
0:24The one who expose cornball rappers with the quickness
0:27Uhh, who bum from and who balls you hung from
0:30Wouldnt give a fuck what part of the country you come from
0:33Im snoop dogg, Im smooth and imperial
0:35I wake up every morning to my lucky charms cereal
0:37Times get drastic, yeah Im a classic
0:39Dogg pound gangsta chokin off that boombastic
0:42Now put my verse on the first one-beat the herds come
0:44So be careful cause my rap will make you eat your words son
0:47(word to God) scratch i? who the hardest to match (I)
0:50Bright rewrite your still garbage to patch
0:53Havent you heard? Im loose, shook the feds like the juice
0:55Snoop dogg is a hundred-and-twenty-first proof
0:57Fool usea deuce-deuce of some genuine, draft
0:59Im genuine, like vinnys whinin all about cash
1:02Cash, cash, so indeed I got the weed
1:05And keep the lighter for the hash, has it,
1:07Ever been a time when you didnt have a dime
1:09And the only way to get it was to go and do a crime?
1:13: slick rick (repeat 2x)
1:23Many underclothes hangin on the hoes
1:25Since (snoop, slick rick) crushed anyone opposed
1:27Lot of ladies - pop cristal, toast to all those
1:31Like (kid capri) helpin to unify both coasts
1:33Im shredding your temple, none, head of the emperor
1:35Washed up, gang member? better remember
1:37I wipe my feet upon a rapper like a doormat
1:40I hit em -- where they sit around actin hardcore at
1:43Thank God for the guardians - in light of this
1:46Rappers always beg for me to show them who the mighty is
1:48Gats gonna limp, snaps on a kid
1:50That always wanna start rappin (boy theyre not gonna win)
1:53And wanna dash at lethal or evil
1:55Could a king bring style and class to black people?
1:58Stick a whole log in and he buggin
2:00Cause I - represent self, with my man snoop dogg and them
2:03I drop a pile of semen on em
2:05Even in a yugo I could take they woman from em
2:08I make the hardest chew the kewl of this
2:11Kid capri, know the part of peasant, who the ruler is?
2:33Im twenty-six.. still in the mix
2:36My hair gettin longer, my game gettin stronger
2:38A nigga been on one, I thank god
2:40Cause life in the city of stars is gettin hard
2:43And its odd, for a g to get a job
2:45So Id rather steal and rob, and mob with my squad
2:48My homie used to bang, now we follow farrakhan
2:50Used to read the source
2:51Now all he read is the holy quran
2:53Time brings change and change brings time
2:55Listen to me hit you with this gangbang rhyme
2:58Nigga, whattup, who up, you up!
3:01Doggy dogg is on the mic
3:02Im here to fuck it izzzup
3:04I give it to yall, like you really got to have it
3:06Dogg pound gangstaz, boy this shit is gettin tragic
3:08But ima make me a grip and dip quick
3:11And fuck with my nigga kid capri on this g shit
3:13Dial tail and bail with my nigga slick rick-y
3:16And all you niggaz talkin bullshit can just miss me
3:18Cant twist me, you fuckin paper haters
3:20Im dippin in my nine-eight gold navigator
3:24Im dippin like a lo-lo
3:28Bouncin, smokin ounces, fo sho doe
I falls off into a party in the n.y.c. Niggaz lookin at me strange but they lovin my chain Bang bang, same thang, game came when I left em I do it by my lonely now Im the big homie But Im his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come rick is The one who expose cornball rappers with the quickness Uhh, who bum from and who balls you hung from Wouldnt give a fuck what part of the country you come from Im snoop dogg, Im smooth and imperial I wake up every morning to my lucky charms cereal Times get drastic, yeah Im a classic Dogg pound gangsta chokin off that boombastic Now put my verse on the first one-beat the herds come So be careful cause my rap will make you eat your words son (word to God) scratch i? who the hardest to match (I) Bright rewrite your still garbage to patch Havent you heard? Im loose, shook the feds like the juice Snoop dogg is a hundred-and-twenty-first proof Fool usea deuce-deuce of some genuine, draft Im genuine, like vinnys whinin all about cash Cash, cash, so indeed I got the weed And keep the lighter for the hash, has it, Ever been a time when you didnt have a dime And the only way to get it was to go and do a crime? : slick rick (repeat 2x) Many underclothes hangin on the hoes Since (snoop, slick rick) crushed anyone opposed Lot of ladies - pop cristal, toast to all those Like (kid capri) helpin to unify both coasts Im shredding your temple, none, head of the emperor Washed up, gang member? better remember I wipe my feet upon a rapper like a doormat I hit em -- where they sit around actin hardcore at Thank God for the guardians - in light of this Rappers always beg for me to show them who the mighty is Gats gonna limp, snaps on a kid That always wanna start rappin (boy theyre not gonna win) And wanna dash at lethal or evil Could a king bring style and class to black people? Stick a whole log in and he buggin Cause I - represent self, with my man snoop dogg and them I drop a pile of semen on em Even in a yugo I could take they woman from em I make the hardest chew the kewl of this Kid capri, know the part of peasant, who the ruler is? Im twenty-six.. still in the mix My hair gettin longer, my game gettin stronger A nigga been on one, I thank god Cause life in the city of stars is gettin hard And its odd, for a g to get a job So Id rather steal and rob, and mob with my squad My homie used to bang, now we follow farrakhan Used to read the source Now all he read is the holy quran Time brings change and change brings time Listen to me hit you with this gangbang rhyme Nigga, whattup, who up, you up! Doggy dogg is on the mic Im here to fuck it izzzup I give it to yall, like you really got to have it Dogg pound gangstaz, boy this shit is gettin tragic But ima make me a grip and dip quick And fuck with my nigga kid capri on this g shit Dial tail and bail with my nigga slick rick-y And all you niggaz talkin bullshit can just miss me Cant twist me, you fuckin paper haters Im dippin in my nine-eight gold navigator Im dippin like a lo-lo Bouncin, smokin ounces, fo sho doe
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