Original subtitles

[cheering]

Y'all ready for this?

♪ ♪

♪ La-da-da-da-dah ♪

♪ It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G ♪

Snoop Dogg!

♪ La-da-da-da-dah ♪

♪ You know I'm mobbin' with the D-R-E ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Come on, put your motherfucking hands in the air ♪

♪ Put your motherfucking hands in the air ♪

♪ Could somebody say "whoop, whoop?" ♪

[audience] ♪ Whoop, whoop! ♪

♪ Say, "whoop, whoop" ♪

[audience] ♪ Whoop, whoop! ♪

♪ Top Dogg, bite 'em all, nigga, burn the shit up ♪

♪ D-P-G-C, my nigga, turn that shit up ♪

♪ C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah, we hookin' back up ♪

♪ And when they bang this in the club ♪

♪ Baby, you got to get up ♪

♪ Thug niggas, drug dealers, yeah, they givin' it up ♪

♪ Lowlife, yo' life, boy, we livin' it up ♪

♪ Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party for sure ♪

♪ Slipped my ho a forty-fo' when she got in the back do' ♪

♪ Bitches lookin' at me strange, but you know I don't care ♪

♪ Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin' my hair ♪

♪ Bitch, quit talkin', Crip walk if you down with the set ♪

♪ Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope on this jet ♪

♪ Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap ♪

♪ And if yo' ass get cracked ♪

♪ Bitch, shut yo' trap ♪

♪ Come back, get back, that's the part of success ♪

♪ If you believe in the S, you'll be relievin' your stress ♪

♪ Put your motherfucking hands in the air ♪

♪ Put your motherfucking hands in the air ♪

♪ Everybody come on ♪

♪ Put your motherfucking hands in the air ♪

♪ Put your motherfucking hands in the air ♪

Stop!

[cheering]

♪ Hold up ♪

♪ For my niggas who be thinkin' we soft ♪

♪ We don't play ♪

♪ We gon' rock it 'til the wheels fall off ♪

♪ Hold up, hey ♪

♪ For my niggas who be actin' too bold, take a ♪

♪ Seat ♪

♪ Hope you ready for the next episode ♪

♪ Hey-hey-hey-hey ♪

[cheering]

What the fuck we do every day?

♪ Smoke weed every day ♪

You motherfucking right.

Yeah.

We're going back to 19 motherfuckin 92.

♪ ♪

♪ One, two, three and to the four ♪

♪ Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door ♪

♪ Ready to make an entrance so back on up ♪

♪ 'Cause you know we're 'bout to fuck shit up ♪

♪ Give me the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble ♪

♪ Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble ♪

♪ Ain't nothin' but a "G" thang, baby ♪

♪ Two loced out niggas goin' crazy ♪

♪ Death Row is still the label that pays me ♪

♪ Unfadeable so please don't try to fade this ♪

♪ But, um, back to the lecture at hand ♪

♪ Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let 'em understand ♪

♪ From a young G's perspective ♪

♪ And before me dig out a bitch, I have to find a contraceptive ♪

♪ You never know, she could be earnin' her man ♪

♪ And learnin' her man ♪

♪ And at the same time burnin' her man ♪

♪ Now, you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant ♪

♪ Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it ♪

♪ And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield ♪

♪ And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel ♪

♪ Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk ♪

♪ I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff ♪

♪ It's like this and like that and like this and a ♪

♪ It's like that and like this and like that and a ♪

♪ It's like this and like that and like this and a ♪

♪ Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom ♪

♪ Put your motherfucking hands in the air like this ♪

♪ Oh, no, Big Snoop Dogg ♪

♪ Back up in the heezy, baby ♪

♪ You jockin' my style? You so crazy ♪

♪ Dre say, ain't no limit to this ♪

♪ As long as we drop gangsta shit ♪

♪ Now look here, bitch, you fine and I dig your style ♪

♪ Come fuck with a nigga let me do it doggy style ♪

♪ I'll be gentle, sentimental ♪

♪ Shit, we fucked in the rental ♪

♪ Lincoln Continental ♪

♪ Coast-to-coast, L.A. to Chicago ♪

♪ I get this pussy everywhere that I go ♪

♪ Ask the bitches in your hood 'cause they know ♪

♪ I get this pussy everywhere that I go ♪

♪ Ask the bitches in your hood 'cause they know ♪

♪ Bitch, please! ♪

♪ Beeatch! ♪

[cheering]

♪ ♪

♪ Everybody's got to hear the shit ♪

♪ On WBallz, WBallz, WBallz ♪

Is anybody having a good time tonight?

[cheering]

You know what?

♪ Once upon a time not long ago ♪

♪ When people wore pajamas and lived life slow ♪

♪ When laws were stern and justice stood ♪

♪ And people were behavin' like they ought to good ♪

♪ There live a little boy who was misled ♪

♪ By another little boy and this is what he said ♪

♪ Poppin', stoppin', hoppin' like a rabbit ♪

♪ When I take the Nina Ross, ya know I gots to have it ♪

♪ I lay back in the cut, retain myself ♪

♪ I'm thinking about the shit and I think it well ♪

♪ How can I makes my grip? ♪

♪ And how can I make that nigga straight slip? ♪

♪ I set trip, gotta get him for his grip ♪

♪ As I dip around the corner, now I'm on a ♪

♪ 'Nother mission, wishin' upon a star ♪

♪ Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar ♪

♪ In the back of the limo, no demo, this is the real ♪

♪ Breakin' niggas down like Evander Holyfield, chill ♪

♪ 'Til the next episode ♪

♪ I make money and I really don't love hoes ♪

♪ Tell you the truth, I swoop in the coupe ♪

♪ I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops ♪

♪ But now I make hits every single day ♪

♪ With that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre ♪

♪ So lay back in the cut, motherfucker, 'fore you get shot ♪

♪ It's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin' cop ♪

Middle fingers in the air!

[cheering]

♪ Yeah, and you don't stop ♪

♪ 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop ♪

♪ Yeah, and you don't stop ♪

♪ 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop ♪

♪ Creep with me as I crawl through the hood ♪

♪ Maniac, lunatic, call him "Snoop Eastwood" ♪

♪ Kickin' dust as I bust, fuck peace, and ♪

♪ The motherfuckin' punk police ♪

♪ You already know I gives a fuck about a cop ♪

♪ So why in the fuck would you think that it would stop? ♪

♪ Plot, yeah, that's what we's about to do ♪

♪ Take your ass on a mission with the boys in blue ♪

-♪ Dre ♪ -♪ What up, Snoop? ♪

♪ Cuz I got the feelin' ♪

♪ Tonight's the night, like Betty Wright, man, I'm chillin' ♪

♪ Killin', feelin' no remorse, yeah ♪

♪ So let's go straight to the motherfuckin' source ♪

♪ And see what we can find ♪

♪ Crooked-ass cops that pop us and give us a gang of time ♪

♪ And now, they wanna make a deal with me ♪

♪ Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill with me ♪

♪ And make my pockets bigger ♪

♪ They want to meet with me tonight at seven o'clock ♪

♪ So, what's up, nigga? ♪

♪ What you wanna do? ♪

♪ I got the gauge, a Uzi, and my motherfuckin' twenty-two ♪

♪ So, if you wanna blast, nigga, we can buck 'em ♪

♪ If we stick 'em, then we stuck 'em, so fuck 'em! ♪

♪ Yeah, and you don't stop ♪

♪ 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin' cop ♪

♪ Yeah, and you don't stop ♪

♪ 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin' cop ♪

[cheering]

Give me some of that brand new Snoop Dogg shit.

♪ ♪

Missionary in stores, December 13th.

Produced by Dr. Dre.

If you're having a good time tonight, make some noise.

[cheering]

I need you to get a little bit louder than that, oh.

Can somebody say "Hell yeah?"

[audience] Hell, yeah.

Now scream!

♪ I feel so fuckin' gorgeous ♪

♪ Don't this shit look gorgeous? ♪

♪ Under the skies, stars in your eyes ♪

♪ This is euphoric ♪

♪ We can be anything, this is everything ♪

♪ We do the wildest things 'til six in the mornin' ♪

♪ Yeah, bitch, this the feelin' ♪

♪ Last time I checked ♪

♪ I was the plug to your plug, I'm the fucking connect ♪

♪ What you expect? ♪

♪ Negotiate and never settle for less ♪

♪ I never lose, always winnin' when I shuffle a deck ♪

♪ Droppin' these jewels, where I'm from, ♪

♪ You better treasure your chest ♪

♪ She always come with a guest ♪

♪ She in the pool, best believe I plan on makin' her wet ♪

♪ Give her the blues and I'm getting my reps ♪

♪ Show you how to do it properly when you on my property ♪

♪ I'm a hot commodity, Boardwalk, Monopoly ♪

♪ A nigga safe ran out of space, I'm a odyssey ♪

♪ Honestly, I'm that motherfucker that you gotta see ♪

♪ I feel so fuckin' gorgeous ♪

-♪ Don't this shit look gorgeous? ♪ -♪ So gorgeous ♪

♪ Under the skies, stars in your eyes ♪

♪ This is euphoric ♪

♪ Yeah, baby, come on ♪

-♪ We can be anything ♪ -♪ We can be anything ♪

-♪ This is everything ♪ -♪ Everything, anything ♪

♪ We do the wildest things ♪

♪ 'Til six in the mornin' ♪

♪ Yeah, bitch, this the feelin' ♪

[cheering]

Yeah.

I think I want to hear some motherfuckin' pimp music.

♪ ♪

♪ F-i-f-t-y C-e-n-t and S-n-double-o-p ♪

♪ Say what? ♪

♪ We're internationally known and locally respected ♪

♪ I know you done heard about me ♪

♪ F-i-f-t-y C-e-n-t and S-n-double-o-p ♪

♪ We're internationally known and locally respected ♪

♪ I know you done heard about me ♪

♪ I'm a P-I-M-P. ♪

♪ I don't know what you heard about me ♪

♪ But a bitch can't get a blunt up out of me ♪

♪ I drive a Cadillac, wears perms, I'm a G ♪

♪ That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P ♪

♪ I don't know what you heard about me ♪

♪ But a bitch can't get a blunt up out of me ♪

♪ I drive a Cadillac, wear perms, I'm a G ♪

♪ I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P ♪

♪ Yeah, bitch, I got my Now and Later gators on ♪

♪ I'm 'bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong ♪

♪ You're dead wrong if you think that pimpin' gonna die ♪

♪ 12-piece with a hundred hoes by my side ♪

♪ I'm down with that nigga 50 like I'm down with blue ♪

♪ "Fuck Cuzz," nah, nigga, motherfuck you ♪

♪ G-U-N-I-Tizzy, ♪

♪ Fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy ♪

♪ Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down ♪

♪ I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches uptown ♪

♪ I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around ♪

♪ I got some butter pecan Puerto Ricans ♪

♪ From the Boogie Down ♪

♪ That's waiting on me to return ♪

♪ So they can snatch these braids out ♪

♪ And put my hair in a perm, word ♪

♪ They love it when I get to crippin' ♪

♪ And spittin' this magnficent pimpin' ♪

♪ I don't know what you heard about me ♪

♪ But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me ♪

♪ I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm, an' I'm a G ♪

♪ 'And I'm a muthafuckin' P-I-M-P. ♪

♪ I don't know what you heard about me ♪

♪ But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me ♪

♪ I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm, 'cause I'm a G ♪

♪ An' I'm a muthafuckin' P-I-M-P ♪

[cheering]

Yeah.

I think I want to do some old school G shit.

[cheering]

Let's do some old school G shit one time.

Give it to me.

♪ ♪

♪ Lodi dodi, we likes to party ♪

♪ We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody ♪

♪ We're just some niggas who're on the mic ♪

♪ And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic ♪

♪ Right ♪

♪ For all my dogs keepin' y'all in health ♪

♪ Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself ♪

♪ 'Cause it's cool when you cause the cozy condition ♪

♪ In which we create 'cause that's our mission ♪

♪ So listen close to what we say ♪

♪ Because this types of shit happens every day ♪

♪ I woke up around ten o'clock in the morning ♪

♪ I gave myself a stretch up, a morning yawn, and ♪

♪ Went to the bathroom to wash up ♪

♪ I threw some soap on my face and put my hands upon a cup ♪

♪ And said, "Um, mirror mirror, on, the wall ♪

♪ Who is the top dog of them all?" ♪

♪ There was a ruffle duffle, five minutes it lasted ♪

♪ The mirror said ♪

♪ "You are, you conceited bastard" ♪

♪ Well, that's true, that's why we never have no beef ♪

♪ So I slipped off my khakis and my gold leaf ♪

♪ Used Oil of Olay 'cause my skin gets pale ♪

♪ And then I got the file for my fingernails ♪

♪ I'm true to the style on my behalf ♪

♪ I put the bubbles in the tub so I can take a bubble bath ♪

♪ Clean, dry, was my body and hair ♪

♪ I threw on my brand new doggy underwear ♪

♪ For all the bitches I might take home ♪

♪ I got the Johnson's Baby Powder and Cool Water cologne ♪

♪ Now I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks ♪

♪ Threw on my white socks with my all-blue Chucks ♪

♪ Stepped out the house, stopped short, "Oh no" ♪

♪ I went back in, "I forgot my Indo" ♪

-♪ Then I dilly ♪ -♪ Dally ♪

-♪ I ran through a ♪ -♪ Alley ♪

-♪ I bumped into this smoker named ♪ -♪ Sally ♪

-♪ From the ♪ -♪ Valley ♪

♪ This was a girl playing hard to get ♪

♪ So I said, "What's wrong?" 'cause she looked upset ♪

♪ What she say? ♪

♪ It's all because of you ♪

♪ I'm feeling sad and blue ♪

♪ You went away, now my life ♪

♪ Is filled with rainy days ♪

♪ I love you so ♪

♪ How much, you'll never know ♪

♪ 'Cause you took your dope away from me ♪

♪ Damn, now what was I to do? ♪

♪ She's crying over me and she was feelin' blue ♪

♪ I said, "Um, don't cry, dry your eye ♪

♪ And here comes your mother with those two little guys" ♪

♪ Her mean mother step, then says to me, "Hi" ♪

♪ Decked Sally in the face and punched her in the eye ♪

♪ Punched her in the belly and stepped on her feet ♪

♪ Slammed the child on the hard concrete ♪

♪ The bitch was strong, the kids was gone ♪

♪ Somethin' was wrong, I said, "What was goin' on?" ♪

♪ I tried to break it up, I said, "Stop it, just leave her" ♪

♪ She said, "If I can't smoke none" ♪

♪ She can't either" ♪

♪ She grabbed me closely by my socks ♪

♪ And so I broke the hell out and I grabbed my sack of rocks ♪

♪ But um, they gave chase, they caught up quick ♪

♪ They started cryin' on my shoes and grabbin' my dick ♪

♪ And sayin', "Why don't you give me a play ♪

♪ So we can break it down the Long Beach way ♪

♪ And if you give me that okay ♪

♪ I'll give you all my love today ♪

♪ Snoop Doggy, Doggy, Doggy, can't you see? ♪

♪ Somehow your words just hypnotize me ♪

♪ And I just love your jazzy ways ♪

♪ Doggy Dogg, your love is here to stay" ♪

♪ And on and on and on, she kept goin' ♪

♪ The bitch been around before my mother's born ♪

♪ I said, "Cheer up," so I gave her a hit ♪

♪ I said, "You can't have me, I'm too young for you, bitch" ♪

♪ She said, "No, you're not," then she starts cryin' ♪

♪ I says, "I'm nineteen," What she say? ♪

♪ "Stop lyin'" ♪

♪ I says, "I am, go ask my mother ♪

♪ And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover" ♪

♪ Until the tick-tock, and you don't stop ♪

♪ And to the, uh, tick-tock and you don't quit ♪

♪ Yeah, tick-tock and you don't stop ♪

Hit it

[sirens]

[cheering]

Whoop, whoop! It's the sound of the police!

Whoop, whoop! That's the sound of the beast!

Whoop, whoop! It's the sound of the police!

Whoop, whoop! That's the sound of the beast!

♪ ♪

[recording] This is Angela Sanders coming to you live

from the scene of yet another murder mystery.

It seems that entertainer Snoop Doggy Dogg has been murdered.

We have no information at this time.

♪ As I look up at the sky ♪

♪ My mind starts tripping, a tear drops my eye ♪

♪ My body temperature falls ♪

♪ I'm shaking and they break in tryna save the Dogg ♪

♪ Pumping on my chest and I'm screaming ♪

♪ I stop breathing, damn, I see demons ♪

♪ Dear God, I wonder, can you save me? ♪

♪ I can't die, my boo boo's 'bout to have my baby ♪

♪ I think it's too late for praying, hold up ♪

♪ A voice spoke to me and it slowly started saying ♪

♪ Bring your lifestyle to me, I'll make it better ♪

♪ How long will I live? ♪

♪ Eternal life and forever ♪

♪ And will I be the G that I was? ♪

♪ I'll make your life better than you can ♪

♪ Imagine or even dreamed of ♪

♪ So relax your soul, let me take control ♪

♪ Close your eyes, my son ♪

♪ My eyes are closed ♪

♪ Murder ♪

♪ Murder was the case that they gave me ♪

♪ Murder ♪

♪ Murder was the case that they gave me ♪

♪ I'm fresh up out my coma ♪

♪ I got my Mama and my Daddy and my homies in my corner ♪

♪ It's gonna take a miracle they say ♪

♪ For me to walk again and talk again, but anyway ♪

♪ I get fronted some ki's to get back on my feet ♪

♪ And everything that nigga said came to reality ♪

♪ Living like a baller loc ♪

♪ Having money and blowing hella chronic smoke ♪

♪ I bought my Mama a Benz and bought my boo boo a Jag ♪

♪ And now I'm rolling in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad ♪

♪ Just remember who changed your mind ♪

♪ 'Cause when you start set-tripping, that ass is mine ♪

♪ Indeed, agreed, proceed to smoke weed ♪

♪ I never have a want, I never have a need ♪

♪ They say I'm greedy but I still want more ♪

♪ 'Cause my eyes wanna journey some more, really though ♪

♪ Check it out ♪

♪ Now I lay me down to sleep ♪

♪ I pray the Lord, my soul to keep ♪

♪ If I should die before I wake♪

♪ I pray the Lord, my soul to take ♪

♪ No more indo, gin and juice ♪

♪ I'm on my way to Chino, rolling on the grey goose ♪

♪ Shackled from head to toe ♪

♪ Twenty-five with an izzel, with nowhere to gizzo, I know ♪

♪ Them niggas from the other side recognize my face ♪

♪ 'Cause it's the O.G. ♪

♪ D-O-double-G, L-B-C ♪

♪ I'm mad dogging niggas 'cause I don't care ♪

♪ Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair ♪

♪ Niggas stare as I enter the center ♪

♪ They send me to a level three yard, that's where I stay ♪

♪ Late night I hear toothbrushes scraping on the floor ♪

♪ Niggas getting they shanks, just in case the war ♪

♪ Pops off, 'cause you can't tell what's next ♪

♪ My little homie Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck ♪

♪ And he probably won't make it to see twenty-two ♪

♪ I put that on my Mama, I'ma ride for you, Baby Boo ♪

♪ Murder ♪

♪ Murder was the case that they gave me ♪

♪ Murder ♪

♪ Murder was the case that they gave me ♪

♪ Murder ♪

♪ I don't know why, but to me it's like a mystery ♪

♪ Murder ♪

♪ Murder was the case that they gave me ♪

[cheering]

♪ ♪

Where the ladies at?

Ladies, if your having a good time tonight, make some motherfucking noise.

[cheering]

Ladies I want to dedicate this next song

to all of the beautiful ladies in the house tonight.

Ladies, if it feels good to you, say ow!

[ladies] Ow!

♪ Konvict ♪

♪ Konvict, Music ♪

♪ And you know we Upfront ♪

♪ I see you windin' and grindin' up on the pole ♪

♪ I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know ♪

♪ I wanna fuck you ♪

♪ What you want me to do? ♪

♪ You already know ♪

♪ I want to fuck you ♪

♪ What you want me to do? ♪

♪ You already know ♪

♪ Money in the air as mo' fell ♪

♪ Grab you by your coattail, take you to the motel, ho sale ♪

♪ Don't tell, won't tell ♪

♪ Baby say, "I don't talk Dogg, then she told on me", oh well ♪

♪ Take a picture with me, what the flick gon' do? ♪

♪ Baby, stick to me, and I'ma stick on you ♪

♪ Now if you pick me, then I'ma pick on you ♪

♪ D-O double G and I'm here to put this dick on you ♪

♪ I'm stuck on pussy and yours is right ♪

♪ Rip ridin' the poles and them doors is tight ♪

♪ And I'ma get me a shot 'fo the end of the night ♪

♪ 'Cause pussy is pussy, and baby, your pussy for life ♪

♪ I see you windin' and grindin' up on the pole ♪

♪ I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know ♪

♪ I want to fuck you ♪

♪ What you want me to do? ♪

♪ You already know ♪

♪ I want to fuck you ♪

♪ What you want me to do? ♪

♪ You already know ♪

♪ Shorty I can see, you ain't lonely ♪

♪ Handful of nigga and they all got cheese ♪

♪ See you lookin' at me, now what it's gon' be? ♪

♪ Just another tease far as I can see ♪

♪ Tryna get you up out this club ♪

♪ If it means spendin' a couple dubs ♪

♪ Throwin' 'bout thirty stacks in the back ♪

♪ Make it rain like that 'cause I'm far from a scrub ♪

♪ And you know my pedigree ♪

♪ Ex-dealer use to move amphetamines ♪

♪ Girl I, spend money like it don't mean nothing ♪

♪ And besides, I got a thing for you ♪

♪ I see you windin' and grindin' up on the pole ♪

I can't hear you!

♪ I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know ♪

♪ I want to fuck you ♪

♪ What you want me to do? ♪

♪ You already know ♪

♪ I want to fuck you ♪

♪ Give it to me what you want me to do? ♪

♪ You already know ♪

♪ Mobbin' through the club and I'm low pressin' ♪

♪ I'm sittin' in the back in the smoker's section ♪

♪ Bird's eye, I got a clear view ♪

♪ You can't see me, but I can see you ♪

♪ It's cool, we jet, the mood is set ♪

♪ Your pussy is wet, you're rubbin' your back ♪

♪ And touchin' your neck ♪

♪ Your body is movin', you humpin' and jumpin' ♪

♪ Your titties is bouncin' ♪

♪ You smilin' and grinnin' and lookin' at me ♪

♪ Girl, and while you're lookin' at me ♪

♪ I'm ready to hit the caddy ♪

♪ Right up on the patio, move the patty to the caddy ♪

♪ Baby, you got a phatty, the type I like to marry ♪

♪ Wantin' to just give you everything ♪

♪ And that's kinda scary ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm loving the way you shake your ass ♪

♪ Bouncin' got me tippin' my glass ♪

Can I get you all to sing this song with me one time?

Anybody, everybody, sing!

♪ I see you windin' and grindin' up on the pole ♪

♪ I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know ♪

♪ I want to fuck you ♪

♪ You already know ♪

♪ I want to fuck you ♪

♪ You already know ♪

♪ Cause I see you windin' and grindin' up on the pole ♪

♪ I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know ♪

♪ I want to fuck you ♪

Sing it, y'all!

♪ You already know ♪

♪ I want to fuck you ♪

I can't hear you all on this side, sing that shit.

♪ You already know ♪

♪ I see you windin' and grindin' up on the pole ♪

♪ I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know ♪

♪ I want to fuck you ♪

♪ Yes, I do ♪

♪ You already know ♪

♪ I want to fuck you ♪

♪ You do, too ♪

♪ You already know, girl ♪

[cheering]

I need a lighter, cuz.

Oh, I got one, I'm sure of it.

Don't do drugs.

♪ ♪

I'm gonna have a seat right here.

If you don't mind, Amazon.

I'm gonna pull out one of these things that I call

one of them sticky-icky-icky sticks.

Can I smoke right now?

[cheering]

Okay.

Well, while I get this blunt put together,

let me tell you a little story, right?

A little story about the time me and my good friend Pharrell Williams

went to a place called Brazil.

And when we got to Brazil, it was so many beautiful beaches.

So many beautiful bitches... I mean, beaches.

I mean, it was a beautiful place to see.

And when we decided to go back to America,

the first thing we did was went to a studio

and, uh... we made a song

that go a little something like this.

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

All the ladies, let me hear you sing.

♪ Beautiful, I just want you to know ♪

♪ You're my favorite girl ♪

♪ All the ladies in the place with style and grace ♪

♪ Beautiful, I just want you to know ♪

♪ You're my favorite girl ♪

♪ I know you gon' lose it, this new Snoop shit ♪

♪ Come on, baby boo, you gots to get into it ♪

♪ Now don't fool with the player with the cool whip ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, you know I'm always on that cool shit ♪

♪ Walk to it, do it how you do it ♪

♪ Have a glass, let me put you in the mood, and ♪

♪ Little cutie, looking like a student ♪

♪ Long hair with your big fat booty ♪

♪ Back in the days, you was a girl I went to school with ♪

♪ Had to tell your moms and sister to cool it ♪

♪ The girl wanna do it, I just might do it ♪

♪ Hit her off with some pimp-pimp fluid ♪

♪ Mommy, don't worry, I won't abuse it ♪

♪ Hurry up and finish so we can watch Clueless ♪

♪ I laugh at these niggas when they ask, "Who do this?" ♪

♪ But everybody know, ooh, girl, that you is ♪

- ♪ Beautiful ♪ - ♪ Yes, sir ♪

♪ I just want you to know ♪

♪ You're my favorite girl ♪

♪ And if you don't know, now you know ♪

♪ Beautiful, I just want you to know ♪

♪ You're my favorite girl ♪

♪ When I see my baby boo, shit, I get foolish ♪

♪ Smack a nigga that tries to pursue it ♪

♪ Homeboy, she taken, just move it ♪

♪ I asked you nicely, don't make the Dogg lose it ♪

♪ We just blow dro and keep the flow movin' ♪

♪ In a '64, me and baby boo cruisin' ♪

♪ Body rag interior blue, and ♪

♪ Have them hydraulics squeakin' when we screwin' ♪

♪ Now she's yellin', hollerin' out "Snoop!" and ♪

♪ Hootin', hollerin'; hollerin', hootin' ♪

♪ Black and beautiful, you the one I'm choosin' ♪

♪ Hair long, thin, black and curly like you're Cuban ♪

♪ So keep groovin', that's what we doin' ♪

♪ And we gon' be together until your mama move in ♪

♪ Until your mama move in ♪

♪ What you say, what you say now? ♪

♪ Beautiful, I just want you to know ♪

♪ You're my favorite girl ♪

All the ladies in the house tonight looking good.

- ♪ Beautiful ♪ - ♪ Yes, sir ♪

♪ I just want you to know ♪

♪ You're my favorite girl ♪

Can I get you all to put your hands together, one time?

♪ Everybody just clap your hands ♪

♪ Everybody just clap your hands ♪

♪ And let me hear you say ♪

♪ I just want you ♪

♪ To know that you are really special ♪

♪ Keep clapping your hands ♪

♪ Everybody, keep clapping your hands ♪

♪ And let me hear you say ♪

♪ I just want you ♪

♪ To know that you are really special ♪

♪ Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my ♪

Is anybody here tonight living their best life?

[cheering]

If you living your best life, scream!

♪ I'm living my best life ♪

♪ Ain't goin back and forth with you niggas ♪

♪ I'm living my best life ♪

♪ Ain't goin back and forth with you niggas ♪

♪ I'm living my best life ♪

♪ Ain't goin back and forth with you niggas ♪

♪ I'm living my best life ♪

♪ And I ain't goin back and forth with you niggas ♪

♪ You got a lot to be smilin' for ♪

♪ Smile bitch, smile bitch, c'mon ♪

♪ So what the fuck you be wilin' for? ♪

♪ Smile bitch, smile bitch, c'mon ♪

♪ I get my grin on ♪

♪ I'm smiling bitch, 'cause I always get my win on ♪

♪ I been on so many different stages ♪

♪ I graced the cover of a hundred magazine pages ♪

♪ I made people smile everywhere that I went ♪

♪ I even put it on the first Black President ♪

♪ It's evident, I'm hot as a Crock-Pot ♪

♪ With a big-ass smile like Mr. Hot Spot ♪

♪ You know what? ♪

♪ You got a lot to be smilin' for ♪

♪ Smile bitch, smile bitch, c'mon! ♪

♪ So what the fuck you be wilin' for? ♪

♪ Smile bitch, smile bitch, c'mon! ♪

♪ If you breathin', you achievin' ♪

♪ Smile bitch, smile bitch, c'mon! ♪

♪ We havin' fun this evening, believe me ♪

♪ Smile bitch, smile bitch, c'mon! ♪

If you're living your best life, scream!

♪ I'm living my best life ♪

♪ I ain't goin' back and forth with you niggas ♪

♪ I'm living my best life ♪

♪ I ain't goin' back and forth with you niggas ♪

♪ I'm living my best life ♪

♪ I ain't goin' back and forth with you niggas ♪

♪ I'm living my best life ♪

♪ I ain't goin' back and forth with you niggas ♪

[cheering]

Sexy ladies, where you at?

[cheering]

I wanna do one more song for the ladies.

Special request.

She said this was her favorite Snoop Dogg song.

She want me to take my time. You want me to take my time?

Or you want me to go fast?

Go fast or slow?

You know what I'm gonna do?

♪ I'm gonna take my time ♪

♪ She gon' get hers before I ♪

♪ I'm gonna take it slow ♪

♪ I'm not gon' rush the stroke ♪

♪ So she can get a sexual seduction ♪

♪ So I can get a sexual seduction ♪

♪ So we can get a sexual seduction ♪

♪ Oh wow, sexual seduction Whoa whoa ♪

♪ She might be with him, but she's thinking 'bout me, me, me ♪

♪ We don't go to the mall ♪

♪ We don't go out to eat, eat, eat ♪

♪ And all that we ever do is play in the sheets, sheets, sheets ♪

♪ Smoke us a cigarette, then go back to sleep, sleep, sleep ♪

♪ 'Cause we done got a ♪

♪ Sexual seduction ♪

♪ Sing that shit, sing that shit ♪

♪ Sexual seduction whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Sexual seduction ♪

♪ Oh wow ♪

♪ Sexual seduction, whoa ♪

♪ I'm gonna take my time ♪

♪ She gon' get hers before I ♪

♪ I'm gonna take it slow ♪

♪ I'm not gon' rush the stroke ♪

♪ If you don't know by now ♪

♪ Doggy Dogg is a freak, freak, freak ♪

♪ I keep a bad bitch with me ♪

♪ Seven days out the week, week, week ♪

♪ And all that we ever do ♪

♪ Is play in the sheets, sheets, sheets ♪

♪ Then smoke us a cigarette, ♪

♪ Then go back to sleep, sleep, sleep ♪

♪ 'Cause we done got a ♪

♪ Sexual seduction ♪

Sing it for me, baby.

♪ Sexual seduction, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Sexual seduction ♪

♪ Oh wow ♪

♪ Sexual seduction, whoa ♪

[cheering]

♪ ♪

Do anybody in the house tonight got love for my homeboy Nate Dogg?

[cheering]

If you all love Nate Dogg like we love Nate Dogg,

I need everybody to sing this shit.

It goes one, two, three, sing.

♪ When I met you last night, baby ♪

♪ Before you opened up your gap ♪

♪ I had respect for you, lady ♪

♪ But now I take it all back ♪

Tell me why.

♪ 'Cause you gave me all your pussy ♪

♪ And you even licked my balls ♪

♪ Leave your number on the cabinet ♪

♪ And I promise, baby, I'll give you a call ♪

♪ Next time I'm feelin' kinda horny ♪

♪ You can come on over and I'll break you off ♪

♪ And if you can't fuck that day, baby ♪

♪ Just lay back and open your mouth ♪

Tell me why.

♪ 'Cause I have never met a girl ♪

♪ That I love in the whole wide world ♪

Somebody make some noise for Kurupt the kingpin!

♪ Well, if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch ♪

♪ I'd always be broke ♪

♪ I'd never have no motherfuckin' indo to smoke ♪

♪ I gets loced and loony, bitch, you can't do me ♪

♪ Do we look like BBD, you hoochie groupie? ♪

♪ I have no love for hoes ♪

♪ That's somethin' that I learned in Tha Pound ♪

♪ So how the fuck am I supposed ♪

♪ To pay this ho just to lay this ho? ♪

♪ I know the pussy's mines, I'ma fuck a couple more times ♪

♪ And then I'm through with it ♪

♪ There's nothin' else to do with it ♪

♪ Pass it to the Snoopy now you hit it ♪

♪ 'Cause she ain't nothin' but a bitch to me ♪

♪ And y'all know, that bitches ain't shit to me ♪

♪ I gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention? ♪

♪ Approach her with a different proposition ♪

♪ I'm Kurupt, ho, you'll never be my only one ♪

♪ Trick-ass bitch ♪

♪ It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none ♪

♪ You know it ain't no fun ♪

♪ If the motherfuckin' homies can't have none ♪

♪ You know it ain't no fun ♪

♪ If my motherfuckin' homies can't have none ♪

♪ You know it ain't no fun ♪

♪ If my motherfuckin' homies can't have none ♪

Snoop Dogg.

♪ Guess who's back in the motherfuckin' house ♪

♪ With a fat dick for your motherfuckin' mouth? ♪

♪ Hoes recognize, niggas do too ♪

♪ 'Cause when bitches get scandalous and pull a voodoo ♪

♪ What you gon' do? ♪

♪ You really don't know ♪

♪ So I'd advise you not to trust that ho ♪

♪ Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch ♪

♪ Knowin' damn well I'm too caught up with my grip ♪

♪ Now as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger ♪

♪ How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga ♪

♪ Named Snoop Doggy? ♪

♪ I'm all the above ♪

♪ I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes ♪

♪ But see, it ain't no fun ♪

♪ If my niggas can't get a taste of it, ♪

♪ 'Cause you know I don't love it ♪

♪ Woo! ♪

♪ It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none ♪

♪ You know it ain't no fun ♪

♪ If the motherfuckin' homies can't have none ♪

♪ You know it ain't no fun ♪

♪ If the motherfuckin' homies can't have none ♪

♪ You know it ain't no fun ♪

♪ If the motherfuckin' homies can't have none ♪

Nate Dogg, rest in peace.

[cheering]

♪ Six milions way to die now, choose one, go! ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go ♪

♪ Go, go, go ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go ♪

♪ Here we go, here we go ♪

♪ It's time to escape, but I don't know ♪

♪ Where the fuck I'm headed ♪

♪ Up or down, right or left, life or death ♪

♪ I see myself in a mist of smoke ♪

♪ Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke ♪

♪ We hit a five dollar stick, now we putting in work ♪

♪ Unaccountable amounts of dirt ♪

♪ Death becomes all niggas, anybody killer ♪

♪ You know what the deal is, nigga, you know what the real is ♪

♪ I see some off-brand niggas on the corner flaggin' me down ♪

♪ Sayin', "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound? ♪

♪ Is my cousin Snoop alright? ♪

♪ Ayo, what's up with the crew? ♪

♪ Is them niggas in jail, or are them niggas through?" ♪

♪ I said, "If you ain't up on thangs ♪

♪ Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the gang" ♪

♪ It's like this, they don't understand ♪

♪ It's an everyday thang to gangbang ♪

♪ Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggas know ♪

♪ What's up with you? ♪

♪ We the Pound and Death Row ♪

♪ And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. ♪

♪ or Long Beach ♪

♪ Or Compton and Watts see D-O-Gs, now ♪

♪ You can't come and you can't run, and you can't ♪

♪ See long to the G of the gang, one gun ♪

♪ Is all that we need to put you to rest ♪

♪ Pump-pump ♪

♪ Put two slugs dead in your chest ♪

♪ Now you dead then a motherfucker creeping and sleeping ♪

♪ Six feet deep in, fucking with the Pound is ♪

♪ Suicide, it's a suicide ♪

♪ Suicide, it's a suicide ♪

♪ Suicide, it's a suicide ♪

♪ Suicide, it's a suicide ♪

♪ The cloud becomes black and the sky becomes blue ♪

♪ Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew ♪

♪ Ain't no clue on why the fuck we do what we do ♪

♪ Leave you in a state of paranoia, ooh ♪

♪ Don't make a move for your gat so soon ♪

♪ 'Cause I drops bombs like Platoon ♪

♪ Ayy, nigga ♪

♪ Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you ♪

♪ I'll take you on a journey, ♪

♪ And I promise I won't leave you ♪

♪ I won't leave you ♪

♪ Until you get the full comprehension ♪

♪ And when you do, that's when the mission ♪

♪ Or survival becomes your every thought ♪

♪ Keep your eyes open, 'cause you don't wanna be caught ♪

♪ Half-stepping with your weapon on safety ♪

♪ Now break yourself, motherfucker, 'fore you make me ♪

♪ Take this 211 to another level ♪

♪ I come up with your ends, you go down with the Devil ♪

♪ Now roam through the depths of Hell ♪

♪ Where the rest your busta-ass homeboys dwell, well ♪

♪ Suicide, it's a suicide ♪

♪ Suicide, it's a suicide ♪

♪ Suicide, it's a suicide ♪

♪ Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin' name? ♪

♪ Serial killa ♪

♪ What? ♪

♪ Serial killa ♪

♪ Serial killa ♪

♪ Wake up in the morning, eat your Lucky Charms cereal, nigga ♪

[cheering]

Hold on, 'cuz, I thought the Dogg Pound broke up.

What?

That's what I heard.

Well, we tell them shut they bitch ass up, nigga.

Drop that shit.

♪ Duh-duh-duh ♪

♪ Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo ♪

♪ Yo, yo, yo, yo ♪

♪ Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo ♪

♪ Takin' no shortcuts, fuckin' with no mutts ♪

♪ DPGC, nigga, we Loc up ♪

♪ Somebody said the Dogg Pound broke up ♪

♪ Shut your bitch ass up, nigga, now smoke up ♪

♪ One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock rock ♪

♪ Pass past the spot where the homie serve rocks ♪

♪ Rollin' right past, me, Snoop, and Daz ♪

♪ Gone in a flash, look at that ass ♪

♪ See, everything they talkin' about been fabricated ♪

♪ We do this shit for life, motherfucker, so don't hate it ♪

♪ From decades to century, Dogg Pound, the DP ♪

♪ We them niggas from the streets to the penitentiary ♪

♪ Takin' no shortcuts, fuckin' with no mutts ♪

♪ DPGC, nigga, we Loc up ♪

♪ Somebody said the Dogg Pound broke up ♪

♪ Shut your bitch ass up, nigga, now smoke up ♪

♪ Just stalkin', C-walkin' up on you busters ♪

♪ Dogg Pound, we bangin' and smashin', yeah, motherfuckers ♪

♪ Snoop Dogg, Daz, and Kurupt, see, it's the principle ♪

♪ DPGC, nigga, we invincible ♪

♪ Look at that mouth, Daz went about ♪

♪ Take her to the house, Dogg turned her out ♪

♪ Next thing you know, let is all out ♪

♪ Made her get naked, microphone check it ♪

♪ Niggas love talkin' shit, wanna see the clique slip ♪

♪ Dip, skip, trip, nigga, this Crip ♪

♪ Call for a meeting, proceed with the proceedings ♪

♪ Everybody on deck, it's all part of respect ♪

♪ You can get DP'd or get ♪

♪ Took your bitch, and I gave her that ♪

♪ Hit a switch on a bitch like ♪

♪ Bitch niggas talkin' shit ♪

♪ Takin' no shortcuts, fuckin' with no mutts ♪

♪ DPGC, nigga, we Loc up ♪

♪ Somebody said the Dogg Pound broke up ♪

♪ Shut your bitch ass up, nigga, now smoke up ♪

♪ Put your hands up, put your hands up ♪

♪ Everybody, everybody, put your hands up ♪

♪ Put your hands up, put your hands up ♪

♪ Everybody, everybody, put your hands up ♪

♪ Put your hands up, put your hands up ♪

♪ Everybody, everybody, put your hands up ♪

♪ Put your hands up, put your hands up ♪

♪ Snoop Dogg in the house Yeah what's up ♪

♪ Yo, yo ♪

♪ Yo, yo, Amazon live, baby ♪

♪ West coast West coast ♪

♪ West coast ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Duh duh duh ♪

♪ Duh duh duh ♪

♪ Duh duh duh ♪

♪ Ho, ho, ho ♪

[shouting]

[cheering]

Yeah. You know what I want to do right here?

I want to show some love right here.

Hey, yo.

Let me see if, um...

Let me see if y'all got love for shit like this.

♪ ♪

[cheering]

♪ Ha, sicker than your average, Poppa twist cabbage off instinct ♪

♪ Niggas don't think shit stink ♪

♪ Pink gators, my Detroit players ♪

♪ Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn ♪

Anybody got love for Biggie Smalls?

[cheering]

♪ Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos ♪

♪ Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who ♪

♪ Do somethin' to us, talk go through us ♪

♪ Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us ♪

♪ Who, us? ♪

♪ Yeah, Poppa and Dogg ♪

♪ Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick to clutch ♪

♪ Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 ♪

♪ Bang every MC easily, busily ♪

♪ Recently niggas frontin', ain't sayin' nothin' ♪

If you all love Biggie like I love Biggie,

I need y'all to help me sing this shit.

♪ Packin', askin', "Who want it?" ♪

♪ That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it ♪

♪ Biggie, Biggie, Biggie ♪

♪ Can't you see? ♪

♪ Sometimes your words just hypnotize me ♪

Louder!

♪ And I just love your flashy ways ♪

♪ Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid ♪

♪ Biggie, Biggie, Biggie ♪

♪ Can't you see? ♪

♪ Sometimes your words just hypnotize me ♪

Anybody know the second verse?

Who know the second verse?

♪ I put hoes in NY onto DKNY ♪

♪ Miami, D.C. prefer Versace ♪

♪ All Philly hoes go with Moschino ♪

♪ Every cutie with a booty bought a Gucci ♪

Biggie Smalls, rest in peace, my nigga.

[cheering]

♪ ♪

♪ Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party ♪

Anybody got love for my nigga Tupac?

[cheering]

If you love Tupac, put your twos in the air!

[cheering]

♪ Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party ♪

♪ It ain't nothin' but a motherfucking gangsta party ♪

♪ Nothin' but a gangsta party ♪

♪ It ain't nothin' but a motherfucking gangsta party ♪

♪ Nigga, what? ♪

♪ Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture ♪

♪ Bombin' hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer ♪

♪ With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg, my fuckin' homie ♪

♪ You's a cold-ass nigga on them hogs, sure enough ♪

♪ I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run ♪

♪ Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin' on the outcome ♪

♪ "Free 2Pac" is all that's on a nigga's mind ♪

♪ But at the same time, it seem they tryna take mine ♪

♪ So I'ma get smart and get defensive and shit ♪

♪ And put together a Million March for some gangsta shit ♪

♪ So now they got us laced ♪

♪ Two multi-millionaire motherfuckers catchin' cases ♪

♪ Bitches, get ready for the throw down ♪

♪ The shit's about to go down ♪

♪ Uh, me and Snoop about to clown ♪

♪ I'm Losing My Religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons ♪

♪ You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin' ♪

♪ Niggas be actin' like they savage ♪

♪ They out to get the cabbage ♪

♪ I've got nothin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish ♪

♪ I've got a pit named Petey, she Nigerino ♪

♪ I've got a house out in the hills, right next to Chino ♪

♪ And I think I've got a black Beamer ♪

♪ But my dream is to own a fly casino ♪

♪ Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal ♪

♪ And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal ♪

♪ It feels good to you, baby-bubba ♪

♪ You see, this is for the G's and the ki's, motherfucker ♪

♪ Now, follow as we ride ♪

♪ Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the Westside ♪

♪ And I can make you famous ♪

♪ Niggas been dyin' for years, so how can they blame us? ♪

♪ I live in fear of a felony ♪

♪ I never stop bailin' these motherfuckin' G's ♪

Do y'all love Tupac?

[cheering]

Well, let me hear you say Tupac?

-Tupac. -Say Tupac.

Tupac.

-Say Tupac. -Tupac.

Say Tupac.

Tupac.

-Now say we love you. -We love you.

-Say we love you. -We love you.

-Now say we miss you. -We miss you.

Say we miss you.

♪ Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party ♪

Tupac, rest in peace my nigga.

[cheering]

Damn, I can't believe I've been up here for this long

and the bartender ain't bring me nothing to drink.

Where the fuck is the bartender at with my motherfucking drink?

Anybody know what my favorite drink is?

[audience] Gin and juice!

What you say, Kool-aid?

This nigga say Kool-aid.

Naw, nigga, I'm talking about

what's my favorite alcoholic beverage.

[shouting]

What you say?

He said it was Gin 'n juice.

♪ ♪

Anybody want to get fucked up with the Dogg tonight?

Well, let me hear you say I want to get fucked up.

I want to get fucked up.

Everybody say I want to get fucked up.

I want to get fucked up.

♪ Now, with so much drama in the L-B-C ♪

♪ It's kind of hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G ♪

♪ But I, somehow, some way ♪

♪ Keep comin' up with funky-ass shit, like, every single day ♪

♪ May I kick a little something ♪

♪ For the Gs and make a few ends ♪

♪ As I breeze through? ♪

♪ Two in the mornin' ♪

♪ And the party's still jumpin' 'cause my mama ain't home ♪

♪ I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on, and ♪

♪ They ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin' ♪

♪ So what you wanna do? Shit ♪

♪ I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too ♪

♪ So turn off the lights and close the doors ♪

♪ But, but what? ♪

♪ We don't love them hoes Yeah ♪

♪ So we gon' smoke an ounce to this ♪

♪ Gs up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this ♪

♪ Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo ♪

♪ Sippin' on gin and juice ♪

♪ Laid back ♪

♪ With my mind on my money and my money on my mind ♪

♪ Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo ♪

♪ Sippin' on gin and juice ♪

♪ Laid back ♪

♪ With my mind on my money and my money on my mind ♪

♪ Now that I got me some Seagram's gin ♪

♪ Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in ♪

♪ Now this type of shit happens all the time ♪

♪ You gotta get yours, nigga, I gotta get mine ♪

♪ Everything is fine when you listening to the D-O-G ♪

♪ I got the cultivating music that be captivating he ♪

♪ Who listens to the words that I speak ♪

♪ As I take me a drank to the middle of the street ♪

♪ And get to mackin' to this bitch named Sadie ♪

♪ She used to be the homeboy's lady ♪

♪ Eighty degrees when I tell that bitch, "Please ♪

♪ Raise up off these N-U-Ts, 'cause you gets none of these" ♪

♪ At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound ♪

♪ Feel the breeze, and now you know I'm just ♪

♪ Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo ♪

♪ Sippin' on gin and juice ♪

♪ Laid back ♪

♪ With my mind on my money and my money on my mind ♪

♪ Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo ♪

♪ Sippin' on gin and juice ♪

♪ Laid back ♪

♪ With my mind on my money and my money on my mind ♪

♪ Later on that day, my nigga Dr. Dre ♪

♪ Came through with a gang of Tanqueray ♪

♪ And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic ♪

♪ That made me choke, shit, this ain't no joke ♪

♪ I had to back up off of it and sit my drink down ♪

♪ Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, I'm fucked up now ♪

♪ But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin' ♪

♪ Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton ♪

♪ To serve me, not with a cherry on top ♪

♪ 'Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raising up out the cot ♪

♪ Don't get upset, girl, that's just how it goes ♪

♪ I don't love you hoes, I'm out the door, and I'll be ♪

♪ Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo ♪

♪ Sippin' on gin and juice ♪

♪ Laid back ♪

♪ With my mind on my money and my money on my mind ♪

♪ Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo ♪

♪ Sippin' on gin and juice ♪

♪ Laid back ♪

♪ With my mind on my money and my money on my mind ♪

♪ We jut rollin' down the street, smokin' indo ♪

♪ Sippin' on gin and juice ♪

♪ Biatch ♪

♪ With my mind on my money and my money on my mind ♪

♪ And you don't stop, and you don't quit ♪

♪ Sippin' on gin and juice ♪

♪ Biatch ♪

♪ With my mind on my money and my money on my mind ♪

♪ Can someone say Bow-wow-wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay? ♪

♪ Bow-wow-wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay ♪

♪ Everybody say Bow-wow-wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay? ♪

♪ Bow-wow-wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay ♪

♪ Let me hear you say Snoop Dogg ♪

♪ Snoop Dogg ♪

♪ Everybody say Snoop Dogg ♪

♪ Snoop Dogg ♪

♪ You know what? We just ♪

♪ Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo ♪

♪ Sippin' on gin and juice ♪

[cheering]

This shit good. This apricot.

Damn, this shit taste good.

Anybody want some?

[cheering]

I got to see you driver's license, make sure you're over 18.

Some of your motherfuckers is over 70.

'Cause that's how long y'all been rocking with me,

and I love y'all.

Yeah, real shit.

If you've been down with Snoop Dogg

since day one, make some motherfucking noise.

[cheering]

If you've been down with Snoop Dogg since 1992,

make some motherfucking noise.

[cheering]

Okay.

Well, let me see.

I done did some from the '90s.

I did some from the late '90s.

Early 2000s.

Let me see, um...

Go in that Snoop Dogg catalog and give me some of that.

♪ ♪

[cheering]

♪ When the pimp's in the crib, ma ♪

♪ Drop it like it's hot ♪

♪ Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot ♪

♪ When the pigs try to get at you ♪

♪ Park it like it's hot ♪

♪ Park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot ♪

♪ What if a nigga get a attitude ♪

♪ Pop it like it's hot ♪

♪ Pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot ♪

♪ I got the Rollie on my arm and I'm pourin' Chandon ♪

♪ And I roll the best weed, 'cause I got it goin' on ♪

♪ See, I'm a gangsta, but y'all knew that ♪

♪ Da Big Boss Dogg, yeah, I had to do that ♪

♪ I keep a blue flag hangin' out my backside ♪

♪ But only on the left side, yeah, that's the Crip side ♪

♪ Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play ♪

♪ I cut so much, she thought I was a DJ ♪

♪ Two, re-pe-re-pe, one, yep, three ♪

♪ S-N double O-P, D-O double G ♪

♪ I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it ♪

♪ See, I specialize in makin' all the girls get naked ♪

♪ So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside ♪

♪ We got a world premiere right here, now get live ♪

♪ So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little ♪

♪ I got a livin' room full of fine dime brizzles ♪

♪ Waitin' on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Chizzle ♪

♪ G's to the bizzack, now, ladies, here we gizzo ♪

♪ When the pimp's in the crib, ma ♪

-♪ Drop it like it's hot ♪ -♪ Get it, girl, get it, girl ♪

♪ Drop it like it's hot ♪

♪ When the pigs try to get at you ♪

♪ Park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot ♪

♪ Park it like it's hot ♪

♪ And if a nigga get a attitude ♪

♪ Pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot ♪

♪ Pop it like it's hot ♪

♪ I got the Rollie on my arm and I'm pourin' Chandon ♪

♪ And I roll the best weed, 'cause I got it goin' on ♪

♪ See, I'm a bad boy with a lotta hoes ♪

♪ Drive my own cars and wear my own clothes ♪

♪ I hang out tough, I'm a real boss ♪

♪ Big Snoop Dogg, yeah, he's so sharp ♪

♪ On the TV screen and in the magazines ♪

♪ If you play me close, you're on a red beam ♪

♪ Oh, you got a gun, so you wanna pop back? ♪

♪ AK-47 now, nigga, stop that ♪

♪ Cement shoes, now I'm on the move ♪

♪ Your family's cryin', now you on the news ♪

♪ They can't find you and now they miss you ♪

♪ Must I remind you, I'm only here to twist you ♪

♪ Pistol-whip you, dip you, then flip you ♪

♪ Then dance to this mothafuckin' music we Crip to ♪

♪ Subscribe, nigga, get your issue ♪

♪ Baby, come close, let me see how you get loose ♪

♪ When the pimp's in the crib, ma ♪

-♪ Drop it like it's hot ♪ -♪ Get it, girl ♪

♪ Drop it like it's hot ♪

♪ When the pigs try to get at you ♪

♪ Park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot ♪

♪ Park it like it's hot ♪

♪ And if a nigga get a attitude ♪

♪ Pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot ♪

♪ Pop it like it's hot ♪

Do anybody know my name?

What's my motherfucking name?

♪ Snoop ♪

You can say it louder than that.

What's my motherfucking name?

♪ Snoop ♪

[cheering]

Is anybody having a good time tonight?

[cheering]

If you're having a real good time tonight, say yeah!

[cheering]

Say, hell yeah!

[audience] Hell, yeah!

Say, fuck yeah!

[audience] Fuck, yeah!

Say, hell, motherfucking, yeah!

[audience] Hell, motherfucking, yeah!

[cheering]

I like the way y'all said my name.

But, uh...

I sorta kinda want y'all to say my name something like this.

♪ ♪

♪ Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo ♪

♪ Yo yo yo yo yo yo ♪

♪ What's my motherfuckin' name ♪

♪ Snoop Dogg ♪

♪ What's my motherfuckin' name ♪

♪ Snoop Dogg ♪

♪ From the depths of the sea, back to the block ♪

♪ Snoop Doggy Dogg, funky as the, the, The D.O.C. ♪

♪ Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same ♪

♪ Long Beach is the spot where I serve my 'caine ♪

♪ Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, ♪

♪ But don't lose your grip ♪

♪ Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to fuck up shit ♪

♪ So I ain't holdin' nothin' back ♪

♪ And motherfucker, I got five on a twenty sack ♪

♪ It's like that and as a matter of fact ♪

♪ Rat-tat-tat-tat ♪

♪ 'Cause I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back ♪

♪ Yeah, so peep out the manuscript ♪

♪ This new Doggy Dogg rocking gangsta shit ♪

♪ What's my motherfuckin' name? ♪

♪ Snoop Doggy Dogg ♪

♪ What's my motherfuckin' name? ♪

♪ Snoop Doggy Dogg ♪

♪ Did somebody say bow-wow-wow? ♪

♪ Yippie-yo-yippie-yay? ♪

♪ Bow-wow-wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay ♪

♪ Everybody say bow-wow-wow Yippie-yo-yippie-yay ♪

♪ Bow-wow-wow Yippie-yo-yippie-yay ♪

♪ It's the bow to the wow, creepin' and crawlin' ♪

♪ Yiggy-yes, y'allin', Snoop Doggy Dogg in ♪

♪ The motherfuckin' house like every day ♪

♪ Droppin' shit with my nigga Mr. Dr. Dre ♪

♪ Like I said, you niggas can't ♪

♪ Fuck with this ♪

♪ Good, you niggas can't ♪

♪ Fuck with that ♪

♪ Shit that I drop 'cause ya know it don't stop ♪

♪ Mr. One Eight Seven on a motherfuckin' cop ♪

♪ Tick-tock, never the Glock, just some nuts and a cock ♪

♪ I'm robbin' motherfuckers, then I kill dem bloodclots ♪

♪ Then I step through the fog and I creep through the smog ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm Snoop Doggy ♪

♪ What's my motherfucking name? ♪

♪ Snoop Doggy Dogg ♪

♪ What's my motherfucking name? ♪

♪ Snoop Doggy Dogg ♪

Is anybody having a good time tonight?

[cheering]

♪ Well, let me hear you say oh-la-oh-la-ey? ♪

♪ Oh-la-oh-la-ey? ♪

♪ Just wave your hands in the motherfuckin' air ♪

♪ And wave the motherfuckers like ya just don't care ♪

♪ Yeah, roll up the dank and pour the drank ♪

- ♪ And watch your stank ♪ - ♪ Why? ♪

♪ 'Cause Doggy's on the gank ♪

♪ My bank roll's on swoll ♪

♪ My shit's on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll ♪

♪ I got Tha Dogg Pound right behind me ♪

♪ And up in your bitch is where ya might find me ♪

♪ Layin' that, playin' that G Thang ♪

♪ She want the nigga with the biggest nuts, and guess what? ♪

♪ He is I and I am him ♪

♪ Slim with the tilted brim, what's my motherfuckin' name? ♪

♪ Snoop Doggy Dogg ♪

♪ What's my motherfuckin' name? ♪

♪ Snoop Doggy Dogg ♪

♪ What's my motherfuckin' name? ♪

♪ Snoop Doggy Dogg ♪

♪ What's my motherfuckin' name? ♪

♪ Snoop Doggy Dogg ♪

♪ The S, the N, the Double-O P! ♪

[cheering]

"Missionary" in stores December 13th.

Produced by Dr. Dre.

♪ Bottles and bitches, believe we back in business ♪

♪ The shit I be smoking is highly recommended ♪

♪ This for all of my niggas pushing the limit ♪

♪ Mile high, got me over here bending the flight attendants ♪

♪ Yeah, I been around the world and I-I-I ♪

♪ Ain't seen a motherfucking thing that I can't buy ♪

♪ See, reaching these types of heights ♪

♪ It come with a third eye ♪

♪ I'm better at betting on me, the numbers don't lie ♪

♪ Huh, that's how we rolling, nigga ♪

♪ You know them gold diggers ♪

♪ Want the pick of the litter, burying them hidden figures ♪

♪ I keep them triple hitters, call 'em silverback gorillas ♪

♪ Going ape shit, and you know ain't nobody fucking with us ♪

♪ Ha, showtime nigga, yeah this is the big ticket ♪

One time, make some noise for Snoop Dogg!

[cheering]

♪ Uh, on sight, I give you the green light ♪

♪ This all bark, we all bite ♪

♪ You gambling with your life? Let's roll the dice ♪

♪ There'll be some problems if this dog ♪