2001 Lyrics

All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all
It's structures to this game, it's instinct mixed with knowledge I'm a player in the game and I know not from college Eyes open, focus, scopin' out the scene Watch the gangsta haters close 'cos they worse than dope fiends
I hope things get better for you 'Cos I'ma make things get better for me And keep the Doggystyle hottest thing out the LB The L L G wit DPG by the sea
We ride at high tide, the East is my side I'ma tell you 'long as my voice is record able That plan you got ain't gonna work you better audible Oh yes, I'm fresh and like spy from existence
Wit persistence I perceive To supply you wit what you need, no room for greed Better go around and when it come to you Don't bite off more than you can chew
Respect the game and the game will respect you back Game is life, life is struggle Without the coastal juggle So if you drop I test that, fragile as a crystal
Will you get mad and go pull out your pistol? Or will you be a man and pick up all the pieces And put it back together and remain tougher than leather? As for me I'm tryin' to keep it real Dogg
All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all
[Incomprehensible], hold 'em, shake 'em, roll Fly G boys and all you hoodrat girls Pound puts it down all around the world But let's pick up the litter, LB young nigga
I need solar on my Dogg Nall, I bark when it get dark Bitches in heat we tear the beat up, what? On the microphone I bury the bone Always, strays try to follow me home
Uhh, to get the pooper scooper, why? They droppin' doo-doo I'm steppin' on shit, lift up the bottom of my shoe See I'm smashin' full-breaded wit no leash [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/2001-lyrics-snoop-dogg.html ] When I mob, make marks across the street
See I'm vicious like hell, got 'em waggin' they tail For the bow-wow LBC style Hit you like the Dogg bopper fever, I fetch paper On the receiver, go get it like a retriever
I want 'em close enough so I can lock on 'em Wit the mizzic, see I let the Doggz loose on 'em Check this out here man, I lick 'em, sick 'em Man's best friend, I hit you for ten, uhh
Fleas can't seize my pack, what, what's my name? Major trick we're hittin' licks like a Doberman gang Y'done trip and try to fuck me up ever since a young puppy Run a cat up a tree, nigga it's DPG
All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Just keep it real Dogg
They say once upon a time in the land of the loccs Where it's all about dope and pistol smoke I packs me a heavy caliber .38 revolver We'd out, Dp'd out, GC'd out
Oh, did you not know Snoop wit the .44 knockin' at'cha door? We the passion for smashin' and mashin' the masses Knockin' niggas l like cash is, Dogg Pound Gangsta assassin'
It's like in a action 'Cos for the cash in my own zone we known for blastin' Bustin', no need for discussion We don't discuss, we stay close as 10 inches then bust
Close enough to touch then rush Clean and radical and get clutch The Dogg is the Don like killer Corleone For the D-O-double G, with the solid gold rhyme
All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Just keep it real Dogg All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all Just keep it real Dogg