Lyrics: SNOOP DOGG "HOES, MONEY & CLOUT" (0/1)

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(Scratching by Daz Dillinger)

Dogg Pound

Don Colion, whatever, whatever, Dogg Pound, East Side

Whatever, whatever

For all my homies with the eight tray wigs

For all my homies with the eight tray wigs (ride on)

And all the playas in the '79 Coupes

And all the playas in the '79 Coupes (ride on)

For all of my gang affiliates in tha hoppin' '68

This one's from me to you

This ones from me to you (ride on)

Well, not the Under Dogg, call me the Wonder Dogg

Not the Under Dogg, call me the Wonder Dogg

I keep it crackin' while I'm stackin' in this game called rappin'

Now, I kick up my feet like I kick a rhyme to a beat

Now I kick up my feet like I kick a rhyme to a beat

And every time you see me on the streets, I gots some heat

And everytime you see me on the streets ,I gots some heat

Hell, yeah, then pass the beat

And everybody wanna know what's up with me and Master P (ughh)

And everybody wanna know what's up with me and Master P

For your concern, you knew there wann't no gimmick

For your concern, you knew there want no gimmick

When I got into some gangsta shit and told you wann't No Limit

When I got into some gangsta shit and told you want No Limit

To the thangs I'm gon' do

To the thangs I'm gon' do, now it's really goin' down with the DPGC

Now it's really goin' down with the DPGC

Well, Daz did the beat, and Kurupt got the heat

Well, Daz did the beat and Kurupt got the heat

And Tray Dee, he laid the hook and Supafly played the keys (woo, woo)

And Tray Dee, he laid the hook and Supafly played the keys

Ughh, it get no realer than this from the LB to the Down South

It get no realer than this

Add more killers to this entourage

From the LB to the Down South, add more killers to this

South, West, oh, yes

We in charge and we'll pull your cards

Entourage, South, West, oh yes, we in charge

No disrespect or disregards

And we'll pull your cards, no disrespect or disregards

Life in the big LB is gettin' hard (so what)

Life in the big LB is gettin' hard, so my squad gon' mob and drop bombs

So my squad gon' mob and drop bombs

Bring me along, we causin' everybody harm

I make ya scream, I make ya shout

Chorus 2x:

C'mon, all you partyin' people, let me turn ya out

I make ya scream (ahhhhhh)

'Cuz you know I'm all about, the hoes, money and clout

I make ya shout (ooooohhh)

And I rock a Long Beach City all the way down South

C'mon all you partyin' people

Let me turn ya out

I make ya scream, I make ya shout

Cuz you know I'm all about

C'mon, all you partyin' people, let me turn ya out

The hoes, money, and clout

'Cuz you know I'm all about, the hoes, money and clout

And I rock a Long Beach City (heyyyyyy)

And I rock a Long Beach City all the way down South

All the way down South

Can you feel me? I can dig it

Can you feel me?

Hoes, take me to the bridge

I can dig it

Hoes- Take me to the bridge

Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg

Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (who)

Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg

Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (what)

Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (who)

Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg

Whether in a Khaki suit or a pimped stripe

I'm a G for G and nuttin' else for life

You can bet your bottom biscuit

You get twisted if you dwellin' in my felon intuition

You get twisted if you dwellin' in my felon intuition (what up)

Tha Doggfather is a household name

From basketball to alcohol, everybody love the Dogg

I'm sure Billy King, probably got a Doggystyle tape

I'm sure Billy King probably got a Doggystyle tape

Somewhere hidden in his briefcase

Newsweek, Rolling Stone, major magazines

Dope fiends, prom queens, we too clean

Take a look, you ain't ever seen

Take a look you ain't ever seen

One hip hop rap star drop this West Coast rap-cord

One hip-hop rapstar drop this West Coast rap-cord

Back to the spot up top

West Hills for real, give it up to him

West Hills for real, give it up to him (WC)

A who bang with diamond

Take a hit with big Lajeezy before he found some wheezy

With blue Colion playin' in the backround

With blue Colion playin' in the background

On the behind line with big style

On and on, behind line with big style

Hitting P, LIG tell him let it go

Hitting P, LIG, tell him let it go

Game strong, no longer in the roll

Just a few names from the respected files

LBC styles, DPG ale

I bought a house with a lake in the back

My big home stack just like that

My big holey stack just like that

I make ya scream, I make ya shout

Chorus

C'mon, all you partyin' people, let me turn ya out

'Cuz you know I'm all about, the hoes, money and clout

And I rock a Long Beach City all the way down South

I make ya scream, I make ya shout

C'mon, all you partyin' people, let me turn ya out

'Cuz you know I'm all about, the hoes, money and clout

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