Snoop Bounce Lyrics

Snoop Bounce lyrics

featuring Charlie Wilson

Intro/Chorus: Charlie Wilson

Ain't no
funk it's funky it's Doggystyle (Ain't it funky nuff?)
(Death Row ow Death
Rowwwww)
(*Everybody knows I got more bounce than an
ounce*)
*repeat*

Verse 1: Snoop Doggy Dogg

Shucks stompin in
my big blue chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditchin you
clutz
Bump bump bump bump while you're bumpin your sounds
It's the zoo
and the Pound we don't fuck 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 shit!), so go get your
strap
Watch your head, I break wit
wit 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 fuck
you up", he sound like a punk
I been there and done that, no
inspiration
All day illustration beat
conversation

Chorus

Verse 2: Snoop Dogg

I keep niggas in
the studio, word is bond
Been workin on ya new album 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
shhok 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

Chorus x1 1/2

Verse 3: Snoop Dogg

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
Wit 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, nigga 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
Nigga 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 gotta
ounce and a half

Chorus x1 1/2

Outro:

Shucks
(Oooh ooh
ooohhh oooohhhh ooh, oooh oooh oooohhhh ooh)
(Death Rowwww, Death
Rowwww)
*repeat*