Snoop Dogg - The Bidness lyrics

Ay whassup my nig?
Shit, just chillin, what's happenin?
Shit nuttin, whatchu up to?
Shit, not too much - ay you
Ain't seen that nigga Snoop? Man hell naw
I been callin that nigga
Since Starsky & Hutch
I ain't fin' to call that nigga no more man
Tchk, oh like that? Man f'real man
I ain't buyin that new album either
I'mma download that motherfucker for free
Let that nigga know when I see him man
Shit, there he go right there huh?

I don't say much
I don't say Alize, no I don't say Dutch
Keep yo' hands off until I say, okay touch
I never come off tacky, I'm a boss exactly
I'm like the slick suit Snooperfly Versace
Conversation flashy
Y'all niggas can't match me
I talk to you slow, so your game can roll
Take advice from a player
Don't love her just play her
Boy I never could dare
To pay double the fare
Man I swear to God it's gon'
Be some trouble in here
Before I pay that bitch, I'm like a bossy hog
Half dog, half gorilla, bitch Donkey Kong
Niggas thirst for hoes
I got a thirst to ball
Tryin to knock a pimp's hustle
Be the first to fall
Fuckin with a hundred-fifty
Whole can of vodka
Mixed with gangbang, got a program like Poppa
(hey hold up man)
I'mma do you a favor, let this pimpin save ya
Leave that bitch alone
The homies call her Ms behavior
Boy you move too fast, done too much talkin
I'm too much walkin to one
Who keep hoes hawkin
Don't fuck with Snoop too much
Cause he goes off when
Niggas mouth too much, so please no flossin
I step up quicker, cause the game don't pause
I gotta stay sucka free
Cause it ain't no laws dig this y'all
That's the bidness mayne
Step my game up up in this mayne
Long hours hard minutes mayne
With this hustle on splendid mayne
PA perfect attendance mayne

Cause I'm a boss
Yeah, real bossy like, and sometimes flossy
And if you fuckin with that
"I I know, I, I I know
I know you gonna dig this"

I had to tell you the truth homey
But you got mad
Yeah I hurt yo' feelings, FUCK IT
It's too damn bad
I'm a major player, I got major game
I might floss a different bitch
But the pimpin the same
I ain't got time for no haters
I lay 'em flat on they back
I'm from the Dogg Pound homey
I don't fuck with them cats
I fuck with, niggas, who be bustin them shots
I'm talkin Long Beach, Inglewood, Compton
Watts close your chops, I knows your spots
Keep talkin nigga I'll expose your knots
You ain't ready for daddy
Boy I do this for fun
It's like you versus Kobe ballin one on one
You ain't got no chance
You ain't got no fans
I kick the shit out you punk
Look momma no hands
I'm not a, holy roller but I pray so hard
Help me
I'm sendin these bitch niggas straight to God
Shit I'm too damn grown
Conversation is sho't
While your talk is funny
Jack I talk with money
Keep the chain on bling, the rock is sunny
For you smart mouthted bitches
I ain't that dummy "HELL NO, " he replied

"GOD DAMN!" "Let me tell you somethin"

That's the bidness, that's the bidness
Aww, that's the bidness, can I get a witness?
Aww, yeah, that's the bidness
Aww yeah, say what, yeah
That's the bidness, but can I get a witness?