Текст песни Hoes, Money and Clout - Snoop Dogg
Dogg
Pound
Don
Colion,
whatever,
whatever,
Dogg
Pound,
East
Side
Don
Colion,
whatever,
whatever,
Dogg
Pound,
East
Side
Don
Colion,
whatever,
whatever,
Dogg
Pound,
East
Side
Whatever,
whatever
For
all
my
homies
with
the
eight
tray
wigs
And
all
the
playas
in
the
'79
Coupes
For
all
of
my
gang
affiliates
in
tha
hoppin'
'68
This
one's
from
me
to
you
Not
the
Under
Dogg,
call
me
the
Wonder
Dogg
I
keep
it
crackin'
while
I'm
stackin'
in
this
game
called
rappin'
Now,
I
kick
up
my
feet
like
I
kick
a
rhyme
to
a
beat
And
every
time
you
see
me
on
the
streets,
I
gots
some
heat
Hell,
yeah,
then
pass
the
beat
And
everybody
wanna
know
what's
up
with
me
and
Master
P
For
your
concern,
you
knew
there
want
no
gimmick
When
I
got
into
some
gangsta
shit
and
told
you
want
No
Limit
To
the
thangs
I'm
gon'
do,
now
it's
really
goin'
down
with
the
DPGC
Well,
Daz
did
the
beat
and
Kurupt
got
the
heat
And
Tray
Dee,
he
laid
the
hook
and
Supafly
played
the
keys
It
get
no
realer
than
this
From
the
LB
to
the
Down
South,
add
more
killers
to
this
Entourage,
South,
West,
oh
yes,
we
in
charge
And
we'll
pull
your
cards,
no
disrespect
or
disregards
Life
in
the
big
LB
is
gettin'
hard,
so
my
squad
gon'
mob
and
drop
bombs
Bring
me
along,
we
causin'
everybody
harm
I
make
ya
scream,
I
make
ya
shout
C'mon,
all
you
partyin'
people,
let
me
turn
ya
out
'Cuz
you
know
I'm
all
about,
the
hoes,
money
and
clout
And
I
rock
a
Long
Beach
City
all
the
way
down
South
I
make
ya
scream,
I
make
ya
shout
C'mon,
all
you
partyin'
people,
let
me
turn
ya
out
'Cuz
you
know
I'm
all
about,
the
hoes,
money
and
clout
And
I
rock
a
Long
Beach
City
all
the
way
down
South
Can
you
feel
me?
I
can
dig
it
Hoes,
take
me
to
the
bridge
Snoop
Dogg,
Snoop
Dogg
Snoop
Dogg,
Snoop
Dogg
Snoop
Dogg,
Snoop
Dogg
Snoop
Dogg,
Snoop
Dogg
Whether
in
a
Khaki
suit
or
a
pimped
stripe
I'm
a
G
for
G
and
nuttin'
else
for
life
You
can
bet
your
bottom
biscuit
You
get
twisted
if
you
dwellin'
in
my
felon
intuition
Tha
Doggfather
is
a
household
name
From
basketball
to
alcohol,
everybody
love
the
Dogg
I'm
sure
Billy
King,
probably
got
a
Doggystyle
tape
Somewhere
hidden
in
his
briefcase
Newsweek,
Rolling
Stone,
major
magazines
Dope
fiends,
prom
queens,
we
too
clean
Take
a
look,
you
ain't
ever
seen
One
hip
hop
rap
star
drop
this
West
Coast
rap-cord
Back
to
the
spot
up
top
West
Hills
for
real,
give
it
up
to
him
A
who
bang
with
diamond
Take
a
hit
with
big
Lajeezy
before
he
found
some
wheezy
With
blue
Colion
playin'
in
the
background
On
and
on,
behind
line
with
big
style
Hitting
P,
LIG,
tell
him
let
it
go
Game
strong,
no
longer
in
the
roll
Just
a
few
names
from
the
respected
files
LBC
styles,
DPG
ale
I
bought
a
house
with
a
lake
in
the
back
My
big
home
stack
just
like
that
I
make
ya
scream,
I
make
ya
shout
C'mon,
all
you
partyin'
people,
let
me
turn
ya
out
'Cuz
you
know
I'm
all
about,
the
hoes,
money
and
clout
And
I
rock
a
Long
Beach
City
all
the
way
down
South
I
make
ya
scream,
I
make
ya
shout
C'mon,
all
you
partyin'
people,
let
me
turn
ya
out
'Cuz
you
know
I'm
all
about,
the
hoes,
money
and
clout
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