The Next Episode Songtext
von Snoop Dogg
The Next Episode Songtext
Da, da, da, da, da
It′s the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg!)
Da, da, da, da, da
You know I′m mobbin' with the D.R.E. (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know who's back up in this motherfucker! (What, what, what, what?)
So blaze the weed up then! (Blaze it up, blaze it up!)
Blaze that shit up, nigga... yeah ′Sup Snoop?
Top Dogg, bite ′em all, nigga, burn that 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 fo' sho'
Slip my hoe a 44 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-swingin′ my hair
Bitch quit talkin', crip-walk if you′re down with the set
Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope on this jet
Out o' town, put it down for the Father of Rap
And if yo′ ass get cracked, bitch, shut your trap
Come back, get back, that's the part of success
If you believe in the S, you'll be relievin′ your stress
Da, da, da, da, da
It′s the motherfuckin' D.R.E. (Dr. Dre, motherfucker!)
Da, da, da, da, da
You know I′m mobbin' with the D-O-double-G
Straight off the fuckin′ streets of C-P-T
King of the beats—you ride to 'em in your Fleet- (Fleetwood!)
Wood Coupe DeVille rollin′ on dubs
How you feel—whoopty-whoop—nigga what?
Dre and Snoop chronic'd out in the 'lac (In the ′lac!)
With Doc in the back, sippin′ on 'gnac (Yeah)
Clip in the strap, dippin′ through 'hoods (What ′hoods?)
Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood!
South Central out to the Westside (Westside)
It's California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang o′ pub
I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club
With my jeans on and my team strong
Get my drink on and my smoke on
Then go home wit' somethin′ to poke on (Wha′sup bitch?)
Loc', it′s on for the two-triple-oh
Comin' real, it′s the next episode
Hold up, hey
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
Smoke weed everday
It′s the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg!)
Da, da, da, da, da
You know I′m mobbin' with the D.R.E. (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know who's back up in this motherfucker! (What, what, what, what?)
So blaze the weed up then! (Blaze it up, blaze it up!)
Blaze that shit up, nigga... yeah ′Sup Snoop?
Top Dogg, bite ′em all, nigga, burn that 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 fo' sho'
Slip my hoe a 44 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-swingin′ my hair
Bitch quit talkin', crip-walk if you′re down with the set
Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope on this jet
Out o' town, put it down for the Father of Rap
And if yo′ ass get cracked, bitch, shut your trap
Come back, get back, that's the part of success
If you believe in the S, you'll be relievin′ your stress
Da, da, da, da, da
It′s the motherfuckin' D.R.E. (Dr. Dre, motherfucker!)
Da, da, da, da, da
You know I′m mobbin' with the D-O-double-G
Straight off the fuckin′ streets of C-P-T
King of the beats—you ride to 'em in your Fleet- (Fleetwood!)
Wood Coupe DeVille rollin′ on dubs
How you feel—whoopty-whoop—nigga what?
Dre and Snoop chronic'd out in the 'lac (In the ′lac!)
With Doc in the back, sippin′ on 'gnac (Yeah)
Clip in the strap, dippin′ through 'hoods (What ′hoods?)
Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood!
South Central out to the Westside (Westside)
It's California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang o′ pub
I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club
With my jeans on and my team strong
Get my drink on and my smoke on
Then go home wit' somethin′ to poke on (Wha′sup bitch?)
Loc', it′s on for the two-triple-oh
Comin' real, it′s the next episode
Hold up, hey
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
Smoke weed everday
Writer(s): Andre Young, Calvin Cordozar Broadus, Melvin Bradford, Brian Bailey, Hittman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
