BABY IF YOU'RE READY
Snoop Dogg
Oh, baby, if you're ready, I can give you what you looking for,
I guarantee, once you stay with me, you'll want no more,
And baby, if you want, you can get it once we close the door, ooh, oh.
You know it's something bout rolling with a g like you,
Khakis, french braids, reputable keeping it true.
In the GS when you see us we on dubs,
Any BS that wanna see us get domed up.
18's on the hang like you've banged for years,
Main bitch and I ain't switch bringing the tears.
High pitch, like Eddie Kendricks with you hittin' the appendix,
Him and her semi's regulatin' the problems we finished.
Taught me how to grind, separate my nickels from dubs,
G with it when you in it show I'm showing you love.
Had to check a broad yesterday for grillin' you down,
Shut her down quck cause niece didn't want to see these rounds.
Any beef you got, trust me when gon' eat it together,
Hold it down in the hood while I get this chedda.
Whether it's all grits or gravy or we're ready to tangle,
It's all g heavenly, so you labeling me your angel.
Chorus
You know you chose the best when you singled me out,
I got these cats in close range.
I'm contagious to these names with broke game,
It's time to kill game, I feel your pain.
They wanna stretch you for some change, never worry boo I'm not gon change,
It's gonna still feel the same, besides you said your done with them games.
It ain't no love loss, I hollered at your lawyer and us leaving the courts,
Boss bitch and I can put that on the cross.
I'mma bang for you and we gonna pull through,
So when the release you from the bars, we gon look up at the stars,
Notice the hood stars, they movin in silence, the ghetto's got them at war.
And as far as them broads you know the rules,
It ain't a chicken alive that can walk in my shoes.
I paid dues to see the Bentley pull up brand new,
What the fuck baby? Get on the bus.
Remember the dreams about the house up on the hills,
Spendin' the bottle for the meal, for the meal.
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I got a fetish for thugs, rugged with mean mugs,
When he lonely he phone me to please him.
Jeans saggin' foot size 12 like aww damn,
As he unclothed my mind froze like aww man.
Underestimatin', but some wenches just done faded,
Call it how I see it, shoot the game, I'm tryna play it.
So in to you and your Davidson house shoes,
Flippin yey and choppin' bricks, get figgas beyond six.
In and out, incarcerated till pardoned, I used to hate it,
Couldn't wait till you hit the gates, to get active X-rated.
Your type is what I'm digging, got some perve obsolete,
Plans a curve on the sneak, reigns superb and unique.
Keep it pimpin' and tight, addicted like all night,
8 inches, six pack, dig daddy fall right.
That G or ex Gotti like opium, he's a straight trophy,
And grip tight I'm holding on.
Chorus
Here's another one, yeah, Doggy's Angels,
And this is a Dogg House production, my dog Battlecat.
Yeah that's how we do it y'all, woof, ha, bow wow, bow wow...