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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Vocals
6th Sense
6th Sense
Keyboards
The Impressions
The Impressions
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
Bryan Fryzel
Bryan Fryzel
Songwriter
Curtis Mayfield
Curtis Mayfield
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Jackson
Chris Jackson
Vocal Recording Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer
Frequency
Frequency
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, man
[Verse 2]
(You know it's easy to talk about)
(Doing something)
(But when it comes down to the action part)
(Well, most folks take a little light vacation)
[Verse 3]
I was just thinking to myself man
You know, this Blue Carpet Treatment record is deep to me
And I need to let my peoples know how deep it is to me
On some real talk like
[Verse 4]
It's like looking and popping and seeing whoppers and movers
Despite I got it, I try to be hard on the low
Nobody's got it, so I decide to sleep by the do'
Open my mind, try to slip inside my grandpa's fo'
Drifting off into another stage of life
**** paid your price and big homies made you fight
**** ain't wanna see you **** be-bop, no
Toe for toe, I beat a **** down to the flo'
[Verse 5]
Incredible, forgettable, better blast past to move the mind
Many men were eradicated by music minds
Open your eyes and take your time to visualize
And once you decide to move your mind in due time
It's so erotic, even exotic, it's getting naughty
Freeze and groove, you're rowdy, rowdy, girl, move your body
It's melodic, I'm being honest and modest
You done fucked off my whole rap flow, think about it
[Verse 6]
Fuck that ****, I'ma do it right
Things ain't moving right
I don't think that you would like
For me to be mad, saying, **** can't stand me
Sitting at home, watching muhfuckers at the Grammy's
Wishing I was there, nah ****, I don't wish no more
I'm the big cat fish in the bowl
Basically you hear these rappers out here using my flow
They need Snoop on they song to make they shit official though
[Verse 7]
Indismissible, police a ****, modern day KMI
Taking my time, chronolizing my rhyme
Writing my rhyme, trying to get intellectual
Directing the weather, making my negative records more intellectual
Trying to change the direction of flowing and saying
Born saying, you know I get live-er when I get fluent
Ain't been nobody to change game since King came
Same thing, same lane, hit it and you get banged
[Verse 8]
Word to Rob Bass, just make the music dope
Things don't change, main, it's so remarkable
And they don't know how to do it
'Cause they don't flow that way
Go that way, roll that J
Roll my tape and take me back the day you were fully
You're so into what you're doing but you can't get into it
You can't talk and now you're ruined but you know I'ma do it
And know you doing it, they booing like, you blew it, you blew it
[Verse 9]
I'm dipping through the universe, make 'em move the verse
Do the Luda verse, hit the Buddah first
You can never beat a hoe, let me show you how to treat a hoe
If you're liking me, follow me, you're so believable
Got a way to get his own music out
Record executive, bounce balling and acting bad
Take my time, great mind, great mind
Take mine, make mine, kicked about it
[Verse 10]
Thanks to **** who might make it illegal
And not rival the Beatles, and rock, rocking my peoples
And fly, fly like eagles, been doing the shit like leaders
And hitting y'all with heaters and walking my Adidas
I continue to bust, then I switched up to Chucks
Giving **** a puff, still giving it up
Beanie Sigal, what up? Real **** is up
On the sceme with my team, yeah Daz and Kurupt
[Verse 11]
Incredible, forgettable, better blast past to move the mind
Many men were eradicated by music minds
Open your eyes and take your time to visualize
And once you decide to move your mind in due time
It's so erotic, even exotic, it's getting naughty
Freeze and groove, you're rowdy, rowdy, girl, move your body
It's melodic, I'm being honest and modest
You done fucked off my whole rap flow, think about it
[Verse 12]
We bust till we bust 'em up
Lay low, I know they told you not to fuck with us
Laying and playing, and saying man, walking in vain
Anxious for fame, my **** trying to walk in my lane
And tryna walk in my shoes but they just don't fit
You couldn't spit the shit that I spit 'cause I'm the shit
And this is it, legit, let's split the chips, and fix it
And move the work and hurt that bitch
I'm through with this
Written by: Bryan Fryzel, Calvin Broadus, Curtis Mayfield
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