Snoop Dogg, Mr. Malik - Pump Pump lyrics

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Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump
Pump Pump

Let the motion of your body
Be the key 'cause we
Be the motherfuckin G Funk family
Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the gang
If it ain't one thing
It's a motherfuckin' 'nother
Word to my granny and my daddy and my mother
Whether standin on the corner or
Bouncin in the six-deuce
When I was locked up
I couldn't wait to get loose
'Cause back in the days
On the side where it's at
A nigga had to have a fat stack
And I was a fool
Don't make me have to grab my strap and go
Rat tat tat tat
Nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fall
Can't none of y'all niggas see the Doggy Dogg
'Cause I'm one rude bwoy
Comin with the wickedness
So shut the fuck up
And listen while I'm kickin this

Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg
(pump pump) blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg
(pump pump)

Now you can look to the Sun and spot the moon
And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room
With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk
Follow me, follow me
Listen to the words that a nigga (pump pump)
I come down with the wickedness
One rude bwoy comin with the dopeness (blam)
Close your eyes 'cause you can't see me
I quit school 'cause of recess, you fuckin BG
I'm shakin up the party, like Lodi Dodi
Is he the dopest? You better aks somebody
When, then, send some gin
And a pack of zig zags
Now let the games begin
In nineteen-motherfuckin-ninety-three
I'm fuckin up every nigga
Known in the industry
Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang
You know who I am you
Know my motherfuckin name, who am I?
(The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Slim)
Last name (D-O double-G)
The behavior and the flavor that I found
Makes me wanna hit that ass
Up with the Dogg Pound

Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg
(pump pump) blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg
(pump pump)

Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da
Di di di da di da (Blam)
Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da
(Blam) ba da bam! Ba ba ba bam!

Now just back up, don't act up
I pack up much heat
Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat
Don't sleep while I creep
Peep out my technique i forgot
I'm out of sight so you can't see the
MC of the year, you hear and you fear
I got somethin for them niggas in
The front and the rear i handle the sides
Did a driveby in the who-ride
I'm satisfied now everything
Is really alright
You know when I come nigga I come wicked
Don't need no permission
Motherfucker I'ma kick it
Niggas sweat my shit I wet
'em up with the biscuit
Lick 'em up shot, it don't stop
Till dem all drop
Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks
Just stop, ridin' on the next nigga's jock
I'm strapped with my Glock on your block
And ready to let loose on the
First imitator that I spot
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg
(pump pump) blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg
(pump pump) blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg
(pump pump) blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg
(pump pump)

Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da
Di di di da di da da
Da di di da, da da da di di da da
Da di di da, da da da di di da-
Da di di da, da da da di di da da
Da di di da, da da da di di da da
Ba da bam! Calm down, the shows over