Think About It

[Intro]

Heh, Yeah man...

"You know it's easy to talk about.. doin' somethin'

But when it comes down to the action part, well, most folks take a little light vacation"

[Snoop Dogg]

Mmmm.. I was just thinkin' to myself, man

Y'know, this Blue Carpet Treatment record is deep to me

And I need to let my peoples know how deep it is to me

On some real talk, like...

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]

It's like lookin' and poppin' and seein' whoppers and movers

Despite a guidant, I try to be hard on the low

Nobody's guidance so I decide to sleep by the do'

Open my mind, try to slip inside my grandpa's fo'

Driftin' off into another stage of life

Nigga paid ya price and big homies made ya fight

Niggas ain't wanna see ya nigga be-bop, no

Toe for toe, I beat a nigga down to the flo'

[Hook: Snoop Dogg]

Incredible, forgettable, better blast, past, to move the mind

Many men were eradicated by music minds

Open ya eyes and take ya time to visualize

And once ya decide to move ya mind in due time

It's so erotic, if it ain't exotic, it's gettin naughty

Freeze and groove, get rowdy, rowdy; girl, move ya body

It's melodic, I'm bein' honest and modest

You done fucked off my whole rap flow, think about it

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]

Fuck that, nigga, I'mma do it right

Thangs ain't movin' right, I don't think that you would like

For me to be mad, saying, "Niggas can't stand me"

Sittin at home, watchin' motherfuckers at the Grammy's

Wishin I was there, naw, nigga, I don't wish no more

I'm the big cat, fish in the bowl

Basically you hear these rappers out here using my flow

They need Snoop on they song to make they shit official though

In dismissible, police a nigga, modern day KMI

Takin' my time, chronolizing my rhyme

Writing my rhyme, tryin' to get intellectual

Directing the weather, makin' my negative records more intellectual

Tryin' to change the direction of flowin'

And sayin', born sayin', "You know I get live-er when I get fluent"

Ain't been nobody to change game since King came

Same thing, same lane, then biggy-biggy-bang

Word to Rob Bass, just make the music dope

Thangs don't change, man, it's so remarkable

And they don't know how to do it 'cause they don't flow that way

Go that way, roll that Jay

Roll my tape and take me back the day you were phony

You're so into what ya doin' but you can't get into it

You can't talk and now ya ruined but y'know I'mma do it

And now you doin' it, they booing like, "You blew it! You blew it!"

I'm dippin' through the universe, make 'em move the verse

Do the Luda verse, hit the buddha first

You can never beat a hoe, lemme show you how to treat a hoe

If you likin' me, follow me, you so believable

(So...) Got a way to get his own music out

Record executive, bounce, ballin' and actin' bad

Take my time, with my.. great mind

Take 'em out, make mine, kicked about it

Thanks to niggas who might make it illegal

And not rival the Beatles, and rock, rockin' my peoples

And fly, fly like eagles, been doin' the shit like liters

And hittin y'all with heaters and walkin' in my Adidas

I continue to bust, then I switched up to chucks

Givin' niggas a puff, still givin' it up

Beanie Sigel, what up? Real niggas is up

On the scheme with my team, yeah, Daz and Kurupt

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]

We bust 'til we buss 'em up

Lay Low, I know they told you not to fuck with us

Layin' and playin', and sayin', man, walkin' in vain

Anxious for fame, my nigga tryin' to walk in my lane

And tryin' to.. walk in my shoes but they just don't fit

You couldn't spit the shit that I spit, 'cause I'm the shit

And this is it, legit, let's split the chips

And fix, and move the work and hurt that bitch

I'm through with this! {*crowd cheers*}