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lirik lagu snoop bounce – snoop dogg

ain’t no funk, it’s funky, it’s doggystyle
ain’t it funky nuff?
death row, death row
(everybody knows i got more bounce than an ounce)

shucks, stompin’ in my big blue chucks
more bounce to the ounce while i’m ditchin’ you clutz
bump-b-mp-b-mp-b-mp while you’re b-mpin’ your sounds
it’s the zoo and the pound we don’t f-ck around
relax your mind and let your conscience be free
and get down, stompin’ grounds is the lbc
i slid up out the game and mc’s get wacked
but now i’m back, oh sh-t, so go get your strap

watch your head, i break with g’s
muslims, hardheads and dreds
bounce, rock while rollerskatin’
on them 20 inch tyres wit the platinum daytons
i’m not that bg poppin’ all that junk
about “i’ll f-ck you up”, he sound like a punk
i been there and done that, no inspiration
all day ill-stration beat conversation

ain’t no funk, it’s funky, it’s doggystyle
ain’t it funky nuff?
death row, death row
(everybody knows i got more bounce than an ounce)

i keep n-gg-s in the studio, word is bond
been workin’ on ya new alb-m for two years strong
and still can’t come up with the right song
you know what they say, “study long, study long”
all aboard the train so come along
‘cos we keep the glue stuff against the bone
it’s alright, ain’t no room for wrong
doggyland is the motherland, make yourself at home

i got money loads by the barrels
i even got a few fans that’s crazy like deniro
i’m international money maker, player hater
shake up off the sake of spendin’ dollars and i always holler
at a player though ‘cos players know the real from the fake
you can put that on your toast, your coast and your state
i give you people what you like
what i look like in jail and can’t get on the mic

ain’t no funk, it’s funky, it’s doggystyle
ain’t it funky nuff?
death row, death row
(everybody knows i got more bounce than an ounce)

ain’t no funk, it’s funky, it’s doggystyle
ain’t it funky nuff?
death row, death row

killin’ up crews, give ’em the real street blues
have ’em slidin’ in their eelskins, groovin’ in their tennis shoes
of course it don’t stop bein’ a westside ridah
with no tattoo that’s how they got the clue
i lay conversation on wax and cd’s
bg’s and o-riginals, here come the mission
makin’ biters ride the pound for the rest of the season
doggy dpg ya lil’ homey, uhh

i represent the lbc-ment
windows tint, n-gg- that’s the president
i hit you with a tune every blue moon
collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face
n-gg- say your grace before you touch your plate
it taste like it’s laced but it ain’t
this one puff uncut, no doubt
everybody know i got a ounce and a half

ain’t no funk, it’s funky, it’s doggystyle
ain’t it funky nuff?
death row, death row
(everybody knows i got more bounce than an ounce)

shucks
death row, death row
(everybody)
(everybody knows i got more bounce than an ounce)

shucks
death row, death row

- snoop dogg

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