Never Caught Slippin'

[Intro: Snoop Dogg] Hell yeah, big snoop dogg comin atcha live my nephew nottz, another dirty music production, can you dig it? Yabba-dabba-doo! Something gangsta for you [Verse 1: Nottz] Hold up (hold up) let me talk to you motherfuckers for a minute you know who it is I been getting biz For eons the hell you didn't know [?] globe (globe) Let's put it all in the open then Oh you the shit bitch? Then I'm the septic tank then If the world is spinnin for the [?] Then get to spinnin then I ain't playin dude this is the start of your endin' I'm here, and ya'll dudes better check the credits If you're sounding like a boss I suggest you're ass did it You're favorite producer producing Make your ass [?] exquisite Mr. West and the god dealer I ain't gonna go crazy just gonna mention a few of my niggas I am legend dude how the hell you not figure that Make the game pop Like them thangs that go click clack Hip-hop: I live the shit ya'll just rap [Chorus] Man they don't do it the way we do it We are not like you One of the chosen few Well, I'm never gonna get caught slippin' You know you're full of us Life is fabulous You hating niggas is mad at us I'm never gonna get caught slippin' [Verse 2: Royce 5'9"] Yeah yeah yeah uhh Nickel I'm a hood fella at my pinnacle I'm feeling like if you could bottle up my spit you could sell it I'm unforgivable Got a bitch nigga repellent Edit, get credit[in'?] bread it Bet if you got more problems I'm indebted Bout to smoke an ounce of shake [snake?] To celebrate the check I'm looking at that's big enough to bounce the bank Sickest nigga spittin forget it I'ma stand out and that's exactly why I don't fit in As far as slippin' You run up on me shootin' 7 6 2s I shoot a rocket at you I'm not kiddin' I'm from the Amazon state We be selling more chocolate than hallmark on valentines day Slaughterhouse is the reason why hip-hop's off life support I eat pussy with a knife and fork I put the freeze on chumps Brr Watch the potholes, if it's a pump It's like a speedbump punk [Chorus] Man they don't do it the way we do it We are not like you One of the chosen few Well, I'm never gonna get caught slippin' You know you're full of us Life is fabulous You hating niggas is mad at us I'm never gonna get caught slippin' [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] I got killers on my team Riders on my side Don't act like you want it, cause you can get it We ride Everybody know about us That's big Snoop Dogg aka Mr. Calvin Broadus I got the key to the secret garden and get money out the ho that's in my glove compartment Right next to the heater, hotter We dippin' and bouncin' like a teater-totter My nigga tryin' to get a seed up out her Nah, not me, I had a rubber on, now he the father Trying to blame it on the Dogg I got enough problems of my own, ya'll Young and I'm restless Trying to be the best at this My life is a bitch That's probably why I stay on some other shit So whether you like me, hate me, you're loving it I do it for the fuck of it [Outro: Snoop Dogg] That's right y'all. Ain't nothing to it but to do it. Put your pimp foot forward and let the other one come behind. You know? That's how we're doing it ya'll. We just ride, glide, slippin' and slide. All through your ear hole, given ya' what they ain't got. Another dirty music production (I'm never gonna get caught slippin')