[Swizz Beatz] 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Snoop Dogg Here we go
[Snoop Dogg] Nigga, understand, West Coast Son of Sam Drumming wit´ a hunnid bands ´Cause that ain´t shit to a real Crip, cuz You´ll swallow every clip before a nigga slip, cuz LBC, yeah, we gets love 213, rest in peace, Nate It´s real in the field, keep your cleats laced Crack a bitch, hit the switch and make the back scrape down Smoke a pound when I move around, yeah The world is my lounge chair Real sharks turn guppies, y´all drown here When everyday to me is New Year´s Eve, Swizzy the countdown (Snoop) [Swizz Beatz] 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Snoop Dogg
[Snoop Dogg] Now I´m back getting another bag Clocking the grip, never gon´ slip, I put the "R" in Crip C´s up, G´s up, B´s up, aw He´s up, we´s up, East up Get a real woman, don´t trust these slu- And when you´re around the cops don´t say three much It gets cold for a winner in the winter For a rich Crip shit can get, Big Dogg, pick of the litter Stopped drinking cause my liver act up But now I bring back the savage like a rental Gold and black flannel, grip gripping on a handle Selling weed, selling songs, got shows on four channels like
[ Snoop Dogg] Go crazy in this mothafucka right now Go crazy in this bitch, mothafuckin´ now Go crazy in this bitch, right, right now Go crazy in this bitch, right, right (Snoop Dogg) C-R-I-P, y´all ain´t gon ever see a G like me again So get a glimpse of a winner A rich Crip, shit can get-a Swizzy the countdown