Set It Off

[Intro: Snoop]

Real nigga shit...

Now I'm 'bout to show you how the West Coast rock

Real nigga shit

Now I'm 'bout to show you how the West Coast rock

Real nigga shit...

[Verse 1: MC Ren]

Here come The Villain again, grab your ho and get the fuck outta town

This nigga shit make the world go round

It's that Black nigga Ren, duck when I bust

Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will love to cuss

You wanna fuck with us? Man, I wouldn't do it

Ask this nigga here – his ass, we ran right through it

You out actin' like yo' shit be tight

Get some shit, fuck it off like Tomica Wright

Get the fuck out my sight, I Ren-incarnate

Droppin' West Coast shit in every motherfuckin' state

Motherfuckin' legend, y'all niggas be knowin'

You can leave yo' bitch, and keep on goin'

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]

I am Doggy Dogg, bitch (Beitch) – love to hit a switch

Never hit a bitch (Geitch) – love that gangsta shit

"Can I hear your flow?" Can I fuck yo' ho?

"Boy, you hard on 'em" Nigga, you ain't know?

When you testify, you got to keep it fly

A lot of niggas lie, shit – we do or die

E'ryday we high, it's like a 9 to 5

I got my nina, my fo'-heata, beata by my side

I keep it tucked close when I'm on the West Coast (West Coast)

I keep it on post when I'm with my East Coast folks, locs (East Coast)

Y'all know what's crack-a-lackin'

I'm from the hood of the drive-bys, and kidnappings, and car-jackings

[Hook: Ice Cube]

Me and Snoop Dogg on the hog

On our way to the mall, fuck alla y'all

We gon' ball 'til we fall, watch the chrome crawl

Intercept these fine bitches, 'cause we want 'em all

Droppin' drawers, poppin' coochie, and lickin' balls

Only gangsta ass nigga follow nigga laws

Only gangsta ass bitches get to run the hogs

Only real ass niggas get to set it off

[Verse 3: The Lady of Rage]

Now, the way I gets off in that ass, it's a sin to not assassin

Grab a microphone, have flashbacks, and start flashin' – ahh

I'm bound to toast ya

String you up, like you was on the Ponderosa

Sip on Mimosa, do it that way, 'cause I'm supposed ta

Now most of ya, don't measure up

I'll make it hot and turn the pressure up – steamin'

Regular? Nah, supreme

And I–ain't gassed

I blow an MC away, like Fox, when I pass

Ain't nothin' shitty about this here, fuck around and that's that ass

Just like grass I – I want more Green than the Goblin

Matter of fact, I want more Bank than that chick that be modelin' (UHH!)

My uzi weighs more than a single ton

I leave you single, son

Who wanna mingle? Not a single one

Hah, now tell me what you figure, nigga?

Rob load up the show, slow flow spitter

The hard hitter (UHH), the R, nigga, roll

I break it down sweet, then I bring it back slow

[Hook: Ice Cube]

Me and Snoop Dogg on the hog

On our way to the mall, fuck alla y'all

We gon' ball 'til we fall, watch the chrome crawl

Intercept these fine bitches, 'cause we want 'em all

Droppin' drawers, poppin' coochie, and lickin' balls

Only gangsta ass nigga follow nigga laws

Only gangsta ass bitches get to run the hogs

Only real ass niggas get to set it off

[Verse 4: Nate Dogg]

Nigga, that was dumb-diggy-diggy-dumb dumb

Here them niggas come-kiddy-kiddy-come come

I think a nigga sprung-spriggy-spriggy-sprung sprung

Probably why he done-diggy-diggy-done done

Yo' lady think I'm cute, I be knockin' her boots

When she's away from home, she be swallowin' juice

You thinkin' that's yo' son, but he ain't lookin' like you

See the barrel of a gun – nigga, whatcha gon' do?

Set it off

[Verse 5: Snoop Dogg]

Niggas pop mo' shit, while we drop mo' shit

Continously, nigga, nigga please

Slang yo' ki's, birdies and trees

You can catch me and my niggas, overseas

Shootin' the breeze, with a cute Vietnamese

Or was she Lebanese? I think she Chinese

It really don't matter, 'cause they all on they knees

It's somethin' 'bout these motherfuckin' West Coast G's

Make that cheese, when the cops come, you bet' not freeze

Blast on 'em like the Genovese, they yo' enemies

Lock you up and fuck you up

Talk shit to you, beat you down, then cuff you up

And leave you in a cell stuck (Damn!)

I ain't got no money for bail, that's real as fuck (F'real)

Tryin' to get a meal ticket and kick it

Chill, catch a plane to Spain, or maybe Brazil

On the real, can you feel me?

[Outro: Kurupt]

Yeah, yeah, set it off

It's Kurupt Young Gotti

Doin' it big, for all y'all suckers

We set it off, Snoop Dogg!

It's 'Tha Last Meal'!

Last time y'all suckers gon' eat off my big homeboy

We set it off!

We set it off! West Coast