The Fatha Figga Songtext
von Snoop Dogg

Hustlas, ballers, players
Yeah, uh
The father figure
It don′t stop
Uh, it don't stop
Uh, it don′t stop
One love, one love

I was raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin' the Benzes, rollin' Philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that′s only 12 years old

Crankin′ off the hook from cousin, let me sport his gold
And I was told to put it down, and keep it real
Like three times crazy young player about the scrill
In this California lifestyle that I live
Them playas is havin' money man in plushed out cribs

Survivin′ in the city is a serious task
Didn't know the man wanted, didn′t have time to ask
'Cause I′m 'bout it like the TRU
One love to real hustlers, straight dollars for two


Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers too
Baby, youngsters wanna be like you
You're the father figure of today
We need to find a better way

We at the afterparty, chillin ′cause we ain′t no punks
Some cats is in the back with macks and gold fronts
With sacks they post up, you know we be watchin'
Thinkin′ they got it crankin', playa we got it poppin′
Now bitin' over dirty work, that ain′t cool
With cats in drop 'Vettes in mobs and old schools
We rob them old fools, won't you amount your scratch
Respect them young G′s, they the ones that′s strapped, ya know

Dogg Pound, that's the sound, check around, uh, we hold it down
It′s the super duper, yes the Snoop-a
Comin' through, in all gray and blue
Kickin′ the game to the playas from the bay
All over the world and out the UK

Everybody around they love Snoop D-O double to the G
'Cause I′m what they love, you see
I'll break 'em, shake ′em and I make ′em and I take 'em
To the whale, leave ′em in a spell


And I got a little story to tell
For all my homies that's locked up in jail
I kick it to ya give it to ya for real
′Cause I know y'all dealin with the reals every day
And to get killed ain′t nothin' to laugh about

But some niggas goin' out so sideways
Make me wanna get me a bulletproof
Hoo ride and slide around town in
But yet and still, if I get peeled
My niggas gon′ ride forver and that′s real

Ain't no stoppin′, we ain't coppin′ no please
We spit game for all the real G's
Feel up the heavy, they love to have it
They love to take it to the dome, yeah, it′s on

Meanwhile back in the lab
Paper was gettin' stacked, hatas was gettin' mad
Confidential information exchanged up on the regular
One dead head, two steps a my competitor

Catch ′em slippin′ 'cause they just been bought
Got directions to the house and the keys to the vault
Well, let me open up this bundle of money, each off a half
Pullin′ capers with cousin Snoop, Kurrupt and young Daz

In for the cash
Man, this gang is thick
If one caught up in the track
We can all get sick
And have 'em shook
The four O′ crook didn't leave a clue
Snoop D-O double G tell ′em what you gon' do

I'll keep doin what I′m gon do
With my nigga J.T., the Bigga Figga, that′s my nigga
Representin' (Frisco, in case you didn′t know)
We blow by like Jerry Rice
Come back with styles that are oh, so nice

Snoop D-O double to the G from the LBC
You gots to have (cash) to make it these days
You could make it at least a hundred different (ways)
I go the man and I get a (8 track)
Make me a beat (smoke me a sack)
Roll up some fat ass (uh, uh, uh)
Blaze with my homies and it's on like that y′all

Yeah, it don't stop like that
Yeah, it don′t stop like that
Yeah, it don't stop like that

Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers too
Baby, youngsters wanna be like you
You're the father figure of today
We need to find a better way

Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers too
Baby, youngsters wanna be like you
You′re the father figure of today
We need to find a better way

Hustlers, ballers and gangstas too
Baby, youngsters wanna be like you
You′re the father figure of today
We need to find a better way
Gangstas, ballers