Music Video
Set It Off
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snoop Dogg
Vocals
Nate Dogg
Vocals
MC Ren
Vocals
The Lady of Rage
Vocals
Ice Cube
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
Lorenzo Patterson
Songwriter
Robin Allen
Songwriter
Nathaniel Hale
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Producer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Fred Wreck
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Real **** shit
Now I'm 'bout to show you how the West Coast rock
Real **** shit
Now I'm 'bout to show you how the West Coast rock
Real **** shit
[Verse 2]
Here come the villain again, grab your hoe and get the fuck outta town
This **** shit make the world go round
It's that black **** Ren, duck when I bust
Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will, love to cuss
You wanna fuck with us? Man, I wouldn't do it
Ask this **** here, his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin' like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I reincarnate
Droppin West Coast shit in every motherfuckin' state
Motherfuckin' legend, y'all **** be knowin'
You can leave yo' bitch and keep on goin'
[Verse 3]
I am Doggy Dog, bitch, love to hit a switch
Never hit a bitch, I love that gangsta shit
Can I hear your flow? Can I fuck yo' hoe?
Boy you hard on 'em, ****, you ain't know?
When you testify, you got to keep it fly
A lot of **** lie, shit, we do or die
Er-day we high, it's like a nine to five
I got my nina my fo' heata beata by my side
I keep it tucked close when I'm on the West Coast
I keep it on post when I'm with my East Coast folks, locs
Y'all know what's crack-a-lackin'
I'm from the hood of the drivebyes and kidnappings, and carjackings
[Verse 4]
Me and Snoop Dogg on the hog
On our way to the mall, fuck all a y'all
We gon' ball til we fall, watch the chrome crawl
Intercept these fine bitches 'cause we want 'em all
Droppin' drawers, poppin' coochie and lickin' balls
Only gangsta ass **** follow **** laws
Only gangsta ass bitches get to run the hogs
Only real ass **** get to set it off
[Verse 5]
Now, the way I get off in that ass it's a sin to not assassin
Grab a microphone have flashbacks and start flashin'
I'm bound to toast ya
String you up like you was on the Ponderosa
Sip on mimosa, do it that way 'cause I'm supposed to
Now most of ya, don't measure up
I'll make it hot and turn the pressure up
Steamin', regular, nah, supreme and I ain't gassed
I blow an MC away like Fox when I pass
Ain't nothin' shitty about this here, fuck around and that's that ass
Just like, grass I, I want more green than the goblin
Matter factor I want more bank than the chick that be modeling
Uzi weights more than a single ton
I leave you single, son, who wanna mingle, not a single one
Hah, now tell me what you figure, ****
Rob load up the show slow flow spitter
The hard hitter, the R ****, roll
I break it down sweet, then I bring it black slow
[Verse 6]
Me and Snoop Dogg on the hog
On our way to the mall, fuck all a y'all
We gon' ball til we fall, watch the chrome crawl
Intercept these fine bitches 'cause we want 'em all
Droppin' drawers, poppin' coochie and lickin' balls
Only gangsta ass **** follow **** laws
Only gangsta ass bitches get to run the hogs
Only real ass **** get to set it off
[Verse 7]
**** that was dumb diggy diggy dumb dumb
Here them **** come kiddy kiddy come come
I think a **** sprund spriggy spriggy sprug sprug
Probably why he done diggy diggy done done
You lady think I'm cute, I be knocking her boots
When she's away from home, she be swallowing juice
You thinking that's yo' son, but he ain't looking like you
See the barrel of a gun, **** whatcha gon' do?
Set it off
[Verse 8]
**** pop more shit while we drop more shit
Continuously, ****, ****, please
Slag yo' keys, birdies and trees
You can catch me and my ****, overseas
Shootin' the breeze, with a cute Vietnamese
Or was she Lebanese? I think she's Chinese
It really don't matter 'cause they all on they knees
It's something bout these motherfuckin' West Coast G's
Make that cheese, when the cops come, you bet not freeze
Blast on 'em like the Genovese, they yo' enemies
Lock you up and fuck you up
Talk shit to you, beat you down, then cuff you up
And leave you in a cell stuffed
I ain't got no money for bail, that's real as fuck (Real)
Trying to get a meal ticket and kick it
Chill, catch a plane to Spain or maybe Brazil on the real
Can you feel me?
[Verse 9]
Yeah, Yeah, set it off
It's Kurupt Young Gotti
Doing it big, for all y'all suckers
We set it off, Snoop Dogg
It's the last meal
Last time y'all suckers gon' eat off my big homeboy
We set it off
We set it off, West Coast
Written by: Lorenzo Patterson, Nathaniel Hale, O'Shea Jackson, Robin Allen, Snoop Dogg, Timothy Mosley
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