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David McCallum – The Edge – 1966


    Da, da, da, da, da
    It’s the motherfuckin’ D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg!)
    Da, da, da, da, da
    You know I’m mobbin’ with the D.R.E. (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    You know who’s back up in this motherfucker! (What, what, what, what?)
    So blaze the weed up then! (Blaze it up, blaze it up!)
    Blaze that shit up, nigga… yeah ‘Sup Snoop?
    Top Dogg, bite ’em all, nigga, burn that shit up
    D-P-G-C, my nigga, turn that shit up
    C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah, we hookin’ back up
    And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up
    Thug niggas, drug dealers, yeah, they givin’ it up
    Lowlife, yo’ life, boy, we livin’ it up
    Takin’ chances while we dancin’ in the party fo’ sho’
    Slip my hoe a 44 when she got in the back do’
    Bitches lookin’ at me strange but you know I don’t care
    Step up in this motherfucker just a-swingin’ my hair
    Bitch quit talkin’, crip-walk if you’re down with the set
    Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope on this jet
    Out o’ town, put it down for the Father of Rap
    And if yo’ ass get cracked, bitch, shut your trap
    Come back, get back, that’s the part of success
    If you believe in the S, you’ll be relievin’ your stress
    Da, da, da, da, da
    It’s the motherfuckin’ D.R.E. (Dr. Dre, motherfucker!)
    Da, da, da, da, da
    You know I’m mobbin’ with the D-O-double-G
    Straight off the fuckin’ streets of C-P-T
    King of the beats—you ride to ’em in your Fleet- (Fleetwood!)
    Wood Coupe DeVille rollin’ on dubs
    How you feel—whoopty-whoop—nigga what?
    Dre and Snoop chronic’d out in the ‘lac (In the ‘lac!)
    With Doc in the back, sippin’ on ‘gnac (Yeah)
    Clip in the strap, dippin’ through ‘hoods (What ‘hoods?)
    Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood!
    South Central out to the Westside (Westside)
    It’s California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang o’ pub
    I’m on one, I might bail up in the Century Club
    With my jeans on and my team strong
    Get my drink on and my smoke on
    Then go home wit’ somethin’ to poke on (Wha’sup bitch?)
    Loc’, it’s on for the two-triple-oh
    Comin’ real, it’s the next episode
    Hold up, hey
    For my niggas who be thinkin’ we soft
    We don’t play
    We gon’ rock it ’til the wheels fall off
    Hold up, hey
    For my niggas who be actin’ too bold
    Take a seat
    Hope you ready for the next episode—
    Smoke weed everday