Origineel
[Snoop Dogg]
Shabba-dabba-doo
Bad Azz,this is another Dogghouse experience
Uh,feels good in here Baby
Yoo-haa,ha-ha
[Chorus]
If a busta ran up on you
Bad Azz tell me what would you do
We get Ready 2 Bang
That Dogghouse Gangsta Gang,ahh ahow
Psycho like no Dogghouse niggaz
So fire up the doo-doo
We get Ready 2 Bang
That Dogghouse Gangsta Gang,Westcoast
[Verse 1]
Holla at a playa when you see me in the streets
I’m often traffic tryin’ to get it ‘cause a nigga gotta eat
We can holla if it’s ‘bout fillin’ my plate
I feel like killin’ somebody when a nigga ain’t late
It’s about weight,when you workin’ smart shit it don’t flip right
Put the wrong ties and dees it won’t slip right
Get the wrong blunt for the weed it won’t hit right
And money don’t grow on trees so what I look like
Make moves,can’t lose if I do it that way
Fuck a fight,ain’t nobody fin’ to put they gat away
That’s fast lane,lil’ kids here to blow your head away
Holla at a playa when you see me in the streets
Who got the cell phones for sale,who got it crackin’ with the heat
Who got the club with the top shop and parks for cars
The Ese homies do the paint and body shop in the yard
Who got the hook-up with the burned out 2 way pagers
Can you give me a vest or a infrared laser
See me,I’m just a smart brother everything made for
[Chorus]
Vertaling
[Snoop Dogg]
Shabba-dabba-doo
Bad Azz, dit is weer een Dogghouse ervaring
Uh, voelt goed aan hier Baby
Yoo-haa, ha-ha
[Chorus]
If a busta ran up on you
Bad Azz vertel me wat je zou doen
We get Ready 2 Bang
That Dogghouse Gangsta Gang, ahh ahow
Psycho like no Dogghouse niggaz
So fire up the doo-doo
We get Ready 2 Bang
That Dogghouse Gangsta Gang, Westcoast
[Verse 1]
Holla at a playa when you see me in the streets
I’m often traffic tryingin’ to get it ‘cause a nigga gotta eat
We can holla if it’s ‘bout fillin’ my plate
I feel like killin’ somebody when a nigga ain’t late
Het gaat om het gewicht, als je slim werkt, gaat het niet goed.
Put the wrong ties and dees it won’t slip right
Get the wrong blunt for the weed it won’t hit right
And money don’t grow on trees so what I look like
Make moves,can’t lose if I do it that way
Fuck a fight, ain’t nobody fin’ to put them gat away
That’s fast lane, lil’ kids here to blow your head away
Holla at a playa when you see me in the streets
Who got the cell phones for sale,who got it crackin’ with the heat
Wie heeft de club met de top shop en parkings voor auto’s
The Ese homies do the paint and body shop in the yard
Who got the hook-up with the burned out 2 way pagers
Kan je me een vest geven of een infrarood laser
Zie mij, ik ben gewoon een slimme broeder waar alles voor gemaakt is
[Chorus]