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Artist: Snoop Dogg
Album:  Coolaid
Song:   Ten Toes Down
Typed by: Lil Hustle

(*Intro*)
A nigga like me man, I love the game
I love the hustle, be feeling like one of them ball playing niggaz you know
Like Bird or Magic or something, yeah you know a nigga got do'
A nigga could leave the league, but if I leave
The fans still gon' love me man

[Chorus]
Told you, I was bout to do it big huh
Came in this game, as a kid huh
Still down ten toes, in this shit huh
First nigga, taught that Cripping to your kids huh
(Crip!), first nigga taught that Cripping to your kids huh
(Crip!), first nigga taught that Cripping to your kids huh
(Crip!), still down ten toes in this shit huh
Keep a shooter at the gate, on my crib huh

[Snoop Dogg]
I ain't do it, people said I did huh
Rap music, ain't what's fucking up they kids huh
Gangsta rap, is fucking up the biz huh
My influence, was it some'ing that I said cuz
Like I'm Jewish, all about the bread huh
From the sewage, trying to get ahead huh
I'm bout to do it, fucking up they head huh
It's opportunists, fucking up they bread huh
Corporate America, stance is irregular
Credit good, rap sheet impeccable
Multi plaques from my past, reparable
And what we have here now, is unprofessional
My medal, undetectable
My style, un-selectable
Niggaz running they mouth, that's unacceptable
21st Street Long Beach, till the death of you

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
Keep shooting, that's what the people tell me huh
Get the biggest dope sack, that you can sell me huh
And your homegirl, do it huh
I make the whole world do it huh
Ain't no limit to the Dogg, and that's real talk
I'm the one who showed you, how a real Crip walk
Resume document, G file
Recollect reflect, and let me break it down
Take it out the bag, lay it on the table quick
I'm a analyst, I handle this disable this
Ticking time bomb, make Cripping look fun
Can't walk around, without your motherfucking gun
That's a no-no, real hood redemption
My tiny loco's, is really on a mission
Niggaz running they mouth, that's unacceptable
21st Street Long Beach, till the death of you

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
Do anybody, in the house remember
When it wasn't no Snoop Dogg, (hell yeah!)
It wasn't no rappers, hollin' bout the LBC
Am I tripping y'all, (hell naw!)
So it's safe to say, I put it on the map huh
So if you see me on the block, yeah I'm back huh
And if you don't, then you now where I'm at huh
You wanna battle lil' homie, get your racks up
Boy, you need to kit-kat
Make you niggaz get back, and split you like a kit-kat
The big homie did that, rolling like a rebel though
I'm on a whole 'nother level though 
My heart, my hair
My G my C, that part right there
I'm more than irreptable, few intellectual
Smooth as a criminal, you hear me though

[Chorus]