Up Jump Tha Boogie

[intro/chorus:]

Up jump tha boogie to the bang bang boogie

While you're bangin on ya baby og's

That's why i flip the script to the boogie bang homey

If i'm hangin it's with dpg

[repeat]

[verse 1: snoop doggy dogg]

Some do the things that they do cos they dumb

And some do the things that they do for crumbs

I do mine for me ya see?

Not the big homey double o-g

Scared to do your own work, man that's fast

And that's the reason why i had to shoot you down

Because you never should've tried to work my dogg

And the lil homey wouldn't had no reason to bump

Y'all know the game ain't the same no mo'

Lil g's keep heat so big g's freeze, geez!

Johnny rockafella went to jail-er

Few many times too many and became a teller

They sell a nigga dreams if he want em

But they won't sell you the game to get up on em

Ya tryin ta find em cos you want em, they shook out

Get the book out and when the pitch come, nigga look out

It ain't hard to pump up the lil homies nigga

But it's hard for your bitch ass to get wit us

But it's steel, you put it in their head

That at 13 they better off dead (now they gone)

[chorus]

[verse 2: kurupt]

Aiyo snoop, why would niggas get into the bracket

And make a loot, niggas want trip

Spittin like "you spoke beef from the hood

Show me love nigga or don't show me shit"

Feel the fever, million dollar male like cole severs

Made a non-believin man into a believer

Receive a cheque the next day, my homies say

"it's the way to get paid", dp's and pay

I don't know why you wanna get on my back? (why?)

Trippin cos you know the bomb's at where i'm at

Well if that's the case you shoulda roll

Wit the pg instead of losing control (motherfucker)

This is how we do, dogg pound gangstas in blue

Me, d-a-z, n-a-t-e and snoop

Niggas from seth be tryin to set you cos you settin your ways

So ask dj pooh what pays

[chorus]

[verse 3: snoop dogg]

Just what we need, bangin on wax another trip

What you gon' do nigga, jack the mothership?

You're like a actor wit another script

Predictable as rambo wit another clip

How many niggas you gon' kill in your verse?

You need to sit down and learn to get down first

Cos, uhh, real hoo-bangers are toast-slangers

Not part-time fbi singers

Niggas havin bad intentions, sendin bg's on a mission

One move too many, nigga you missin

Listen you fuck wit the cyco-lic-no

Loony ass nigga from your h-doubleo-d

Niggas got too flossy from all the sex they tossin

But guess what it cost em, they crossin me

But before i give a nigga a 9

I'd rather give a nigga a mic and write him a rhyme

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