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')