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]