Snoop Dogg - Blaze It Up lyrics

Life is just like a baseball
Game, three strikes you're out, no doubt
Curveballs, knuckles, sliders, and heaters
You gotsta stay on your toes and keep
Your eyes on their dick beaters
They greet us
Like they down with our leaders
But they knowin' damn well they wanna
Defeat us and cheat us hmm, weed is-
Kick back, relax
And blaze like saks back to back
Every corner that I turn and
Every city I'm in
Every time I set my mind to
Spit rhyme with my pen
I mix the gin with Hen
Penitentiary and the graveyard got
My homeboys but I
Refuse to let 'em back me in
I come out bustin' and blastin'
In a Dogg Pound fashion
Nigga, that's what's happenin'
In this game I'm on my own
With my back on the wall
Right hand on my heater
Left hand on my balls
I'm screamin' "fuck the laws"
Dogg bones and paws drinkin' cans of 8 balls
With the muthafuckin' straw tilted, leanin'
Hoes tryna get at a nigga
Security screen 'em
We dem G's, just C's, no fleas
We beez the epitome of rap, D-O double-G's
The biggest, the realest niggas speak on it
You got a hunnid on it? I
Got a bad freak on it

Spent about a week on it
Season, marinate, tryna get it tight
Now I got that shit tight
Let me spit it tonight
Bust a bad bitch on sight
Skeet on her face and then
I gotta catch a flight
At 8: 30 in the mornin' wit' my nigga Dwight
Who got a show for a nigga?
Who got some dope for a nigga?
Since everything on cuz I guess he
Got a hoe for a nigga love it or leave it
I'll take her home and beat it
I love it when a bitch act conceited
That's when I tell her I don't need it
See I can pass it
Bitch I'm a muthafuckin' classic
Bitch don't ya know?
I put the G in the P and
Put the C in the rolls
But you know, 'nuff said
Pass the 40 of the oh-ee
I'm takin' it to the head fuck the laws
Dogg bones and paws drinkin' cans of 8 balls
With my muthafuckin' straws tilted, leanin'
Hoes tryna get at a nigga
Security screen 'em
We dem G's, just C's, no fleas
We beez the epitome of rap, D-O double-G's
The biggest, the realest niggas speak on it
You got a thousand on it? nigga
I got a freak on it

Worldwide, DPG, catostrophic, D-O double-G
Ya know uh that's how we doin' this
Shit for the 2000 y'all
New millennium, keep it gangsta y'all
A little somethin' for the low riders
Outsiders gangsters
And the bitches uh, fuck the haters
Haha, ya know that's right out here Cat
Ya know, ya know uh, uh, uh

Yeah baby it's bangin' baby
Oh yeah, it's i'm lovin' this yeah
Well alright d-O double-G
Got a straw for y'all
Is that how they do's it on the west coast?
Oooh, you smell that? That's funky, ugh