(O.J.) Wake Up (CD Version - about 4:42 long)
Snoop Doggy Dogg
Tha Doggfather
Lyrics by Chris Reid - Version 1.0
Another blast from the Long Beach section
Straight Gangsta shit
Wake up...
I thought these fools knew
Out on tha scout I’m about my papers
Cause ain’t nobody doin D no favors
I’m tryin to get major with minor risk
Maximize in the minimum of time that’s spent
On the heist, nice and easy believe me
I take mine to make mine extra cheesy
Keepin niggas in the headlock
Undressin, pressin down in the Fort Nelsen
I hit jacks off six packs
Of the crooked one
Big slip, an I’m bookin em
Fuck finger prints gimme from the finger tips
Chips to the neckline
Cause I got a Tech 9
Check mine like a pimp made ho
So hope you only see me when my grip ain’t low
I go up in ya like a skeleton
So as a double-O please let em know the crew I’m bawlin with
East Side LBC
Is what I claim
But my gang is DPG
And every hustla in my clique
Gotta get his grip
And in my world
A girl is considered a bitch
It’s money all
That makes ya move
You ain’t doin what you sposedta
So you gots to prove
Somethin to the ones you love
But you need to know
If you ain’t doin it for yourself
It don’t matter Dogg...
It was a wake up, wake up, wake up
Just a wake up, wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Get up, get up, get up
I break fools off like Leprosy
If didn’t even stand when they next to me
I’m a threat to whoever sweatin my style
Hard gangsta, here to represent till death
Reality about me you be in the dirt quick
I’m clever with whatever type of weapon I work with
The bear hand man sleeper
I even banked up the shank motherfuckers in the pinto
I’ve seen a gang of tough fools in my times
So try bein live gonna lose on my line
Before 4 I beat a cap to ya head
Cause that’s exactly what I’m bout to cap ya with
I figure niggas getting soft like gellatin
Snoop Doggy Dogg, tell em who we bawlin with
East Side LBC
Is what I claim
But my gang is DPG
And every hustla in my clique
Gotta get a grip
And in my world
A girl is considered a bitch
They say money is all
That makes ya move
You ain’t doin what you sposedta
So you’ve gots to prove
Somethin to the ones you love
But you need to know
If you ain’t doin it for yourself
It don’t matter Dogg...
It was a wake up, wake up, wake up
Just a wake up, wake up, wake up
I had to wake up, wake up, wake up
Get up, get up, get up
Go on work that motherfucker
And do the percolator
Cause Snoop Dogg came back with the head raider
Al Davis, naw Tracy Davis the East Side Long Beach greatest
Criminal with style, and boy you love that
Sit back relax, and let me drop another rap
But this ones for the sisters, and not the hoes
The ones who be groovin it on the step shows
Let a nigga in, I ain’t dis your friend
I like the staples, I make sure we do it again
But don’t blow a nigga up, or show a nigga up
And don’t think a nigga sprung cause you know a nigga fuck
Love is a house and you got the keys
So give it to a nigga like a D O double-G
I’m from the...
East Side LBC
Is what I claim
But my gang is DPG
And every hustla in my clique
Gotta get a grip
And a girl in my world is considered a bitch
They say money is all
That makes ya move
You ain’t doin what you sposedta
So you’ve gots to prove
Somethin to the ones you love
But you need to know
If you ain’t doin it for yourself
It don’t matter Dogg...
It was a wake up, wake up, wake up
Just a wake up, wake up, wake up
I had to get up, get up, get up
It was a wake up, wake up, wake up...
© 1996 Lyrics Chris Reid
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