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2009-07-21

Buck 'Em

(f**k 'em) [Snoop Dogg] Damn this shit sound low then motherf**ker in my earphones. Alright, yeah that's it right there nigga. As soon as the ba*s hits your dome Snoop Dogg grabs the chrome And gets in your system Shootin off rhymes like a pistol f**kin your click off with this blow This hoe, that hoe make me rich Snoop Dogg please won't you break that biach I'm back in the game gettin my dough And f**k any motherf**ker that say it ain't so Do it to em be young Cause on the real dogg you the hardest nigga we um We shakin em off, breakin em off Shot him in his face and now they takin him off Here's a shoutout to those with quad out Fool we should have got out, now you gettin popped out I'm not out to diss but to get my chips And smash, pa*s with cash And blaze the spliff now pa*s the fifth For real nigga did you hear me, ya heard You ran up and got served, ha ha Now ain't that a trip (what what) You need to get up off of that bullshit C'mon [Sticky Fingaz] (f**k 'em, f**k 'em) Young beast to four green Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green (f**k 'em, f**k 'em) Cock it back ya know me Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap (f**k 'em, f**k 'em) Shit on waisted Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets (f**k 'em, f**k 'em) Don't make a difference Niggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix it [Snoop Dogg] f**k em, the scene is set (set) And it's a million bitch niggas bout to straight get wet I walk em all in the street f**k em, I cuff they hands and blind they eyes and hog tie they feet f**k em, with no remorse nigga cut em down Love the way we shut em down, shit it ain't funny now Used to be my buddy pal, nigga wet and bloody now Nigga where your homies now, half them niggas funny style f**k em, it's bout to get shitty now Doggy bout to get him now cause you better sit him down Nigga what up now, you act like a bitch You bound to get f**ked you trick a*s snitch f**k em, boy we on a rampage Rippin up this damn stage, yeah it's still a G thang Slammin doors, slappin hoes 'cause f**k videos, I get a hundred for shows If you ain't got the papers I ain't got the time to sit and chat about the motherf**king vapors Biach, don't even trip You need to raise up off of that bullshit C'mon [Sticky Fingaz] (f**k 'em, f**k 'em) Young beast to four green Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green (f**k 'em, f**k 'em) Cock it back ya know me Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap (f**k 'em, f**k 'em) Shit on waisted Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets (f**k 'em, f**k 'em) Don't make a difference Niggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix it (f**k 'em)

  1. Dolomite Intro
  2. Buck 'Em
  3. Trust Me
  4. My Heat Goes Boom
  5. Dolomite
  6. Snoopafella
  7. In Love With A Thug
  8. 6 Bedtime Stories
  9. Down 4 My N's
  10. Betta Days
  11. Somethin Bout Yo Bidness
  12. B Please
  13. Doin' Too Much
  14. Gangsta Ride
  15. Ghetto Symphony
  16. Party With A D.P.G.
  17. Buss'n Rocks
  18. Just Dippin'
  19. Don't Tell
  20. 20 Minutes
  21. I Love My Momma