Angry Tonite

[Intro]

Yeah, haha

Welcome to tha Chuuch, Vol. 3 (Like a motherfucker, haha)

I got you sugar-free (Like a motherfucker)

Yeah, DJ Quik (He gone)

Y'all knew I was gon' take this motherfucker right here (Yeah)

This shit bangin' right here (Like a motherfucker, he gone)

Yeah, motherfuckers makin' me angry right now too

I'ma spit on it, real quick

Trip, trip, trip, trip, trip this shit

Look

[Verse]

My lil' bitch had the nerve to call the studio and fuck off my group

Wait (Wait, wait, wait), what did I do?

I had to stop, pause, and grab my drink

And when I got home

I slapped that bitch lips up off her motherfuckin' face (Hahaha)

And now she mad about it, can't do a goddamn thing about it

But pound about it and shout about it

And walk up out it, my team is crowded

And you without me, lil' bitch, I really doubt it (Uh-uh)

It's me or nothin', I want my cut in order to get stuffin', you lil' muffin

Now, now I'ma cut the pimpin' loose on y'all

Lean on the wall with my cup of juice in it, dawg, trip

Introduce him to the exquisitely made and played

For the motherfuckin' streets

Which one of y'all niggas wanna fade me? (What?)

One shot for a G, 2-1-3, LBC

D.P.G, it's all the same, nigga, we one big Crip gang

And I'm the leader, loco (Or so they say)

Y'all wanna see me? Well, stand in line, hand cuz' and buy a photo

Now focus the frame, and stay focused, while I hit you, get you

Then I spit you just a little bit of game, it's a shame

But I ain't gon' change this shit

A whole 'nother groove with a whole 'nother chip (Yeah)

A brand new 'Llac with a brand new kick

A brand new house with a bad-ass bitch (Woo)

A new pair of Gators with a brand new outfit (Trust)

That's that pimpin' on a—, pimpin' on a bitch, shit

Yeah, still Crip, in case you didn't know

Eastside L-B-R, to Izzo

Yeah, all my people's bang the is I

Long Beach talk on you, nigga, East is I (I)

That's where we go at, hop the low-low at

Pop the .44 at the police

And I'm real with this, since they on me

Trip, lil' homie, this the way this shit gon' be

And 'til the end of time

Fuck the police, say it with me one more time (Fuck the police)

(Wait, Dogg, a few of 'em cool), fuck that too

'Cause all y'all pack of wolves wanna bring down Snoop

But I can't see it or believe it

They tryna achieve it, not this evenin'

'Cause we dippin' on y'all, flippin' on y'all

Mr. Police, fuck y'all, from big Snoop Dogg

[Chorus]

Y'all gon' make me angry, y'all tryna change me

But I'ma stay right on up, you run up, you're gettin' done on up (Uh)

Y'all gon' make me angry, y'all tryna change me

But I'ma stay right on up, you run up, you're gettin' done on up (Uh, what?)

[Bridge]

What a G like? Nah, what a C like?

Big Snoop Dogg in the house tonight (Hey, hey, hey)

The party is swingin' and we all maintainin'

We smokin' and drinkin', this motherfucker bangin' (What, what, what?)

What a G like? Nah, what a C like?

Big Snoop Dogg in the house tonight (Hey, hey, hey)

And the party is swingin' and we all maintainin'

We smokin' and drinkin', this motherfucker bangin' (What, what, what?)

[Chorus]

Y'all gon' make me angry, y'all tryna change me

But I'ma stay right on up, you run up, you're gettin' done on up (Uh)

Y'all gon' make me angry, y'all tryna change me

But I'ma stay right on up, you run up, you're gettin' done on up (Uh)