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Snoop Dogg - Were Unified Trackmasters Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Kid Capri & Slick Rick]
Uh, uh uh, yeah, yeah
Kid Capri, Trackmasters, worldwide, worldwide, come on
Freak it out, freak it out, come on
Yeah, worldwide
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Remix
East Coast, West Coast, you know how that go
Soundtrack
Snoop Dogg, Slick Rick, Kid Capri
The great Trackmasters, freak it out
It's all over
Uh, uh, now here we go

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I falls off into a party in the NYC
Niggas lookin' at me strange but they lovin' my chain
Bang bang, same thang, game came when I left 'em
I do it by my lonely, now, I'm the Big Homie

[Verse 2: Slick Rick]
And I'm his Royal Slickness, ghetto weakness, 'causе Rick is
The one who exposе cornball rappers with the quickness (Uh)
(Uhh) Who bum from and who balls you hung from
Wouldn't give a fuck what part of the country you come from
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
I'm Snoop Dogg, I'm smooth and imperial
I wake up every mornin' to my Lucky Charms cereal
Times get drastic, yeah, I'm a classic
Dogg Pound Gangsta chokin' off that Boombastic

[Verse 4: Slick Rick]
Now, put my verse on the first one, peep the herds come
So, be careful 'cause my rap will make you eat your words, son
Scratch I? Who the hardest to match? (I)
Bite, rewrite, you're still garbage to Patch Eye

[Verse 5: Snoop Dogg]
Haven't you heard? I'm loose, shook the Feds like The Juice
Snoop Dogg is 121st proof
Fool, you's a deuce-deuce of some Genuine Draft
I'm genuine, like vintage wine and all about cash
Cash, cash, so indeed I got the weed
And keep the lighter for the hash
Has it ever been a time when you didn't have a dime
And the only way to get it was to go and do a crime?

[Chorus: Woman & Kid Capri]
I hear you, Kid Capri
(Warm it up, baby; make it hot, come on)
Your soundtrack to the streets
(Uh, freak it out, freak it out, word up)
Get love from East to West
(Uh, Kid Capri, baby; check me out, baby, uh)
Number one, Kid, you're the best
(Around the world, around the world, keep it movin')
[Verse 6: Slick Rick]
I'm shreddin' ya temper, none 'head of the emperor
Washed up gang member? Better remember
I wipe my feet upon a rapper like a doormat
I hit 'em where they sit around actin' hardcore at
Thank God for the guide he is, in light of this
Rappers always beg for me to show them who The Mighty is
Gat's on him and snaps on a kid
And always wanna start rap war they're not gonna win
And wanna dash at lethal with evil
Could a King bring style and class to Black people?
Stick a whole log in and he buggin'
'Cause I represent self, with my man Snoop Dogg and 'em
I drop a pile of semen on 'em
Even in a Yugo, I could take they woman from 'em
I make the hardest chew they kewl to this
Kid Capri (Yeah?) Notify the peasant who The Ruler is

[Chorus: Woman & Kid Capri]
I hear you, Kid Capri
(Uh, make it hot, baby; make it hot, come on)
Your soundtrack to the streets
(Uh, freak it out, freak it out, freak it out)
Get love from East to West
(Uh, uh, yeah, Kid Capri, uh, soundtrack, uh, uh, uh)
Number one, Kid, you're the best
(Around the world, around the world, so keep it movin')
[Verse 7: Snoop Dogg]
I'm 26, still in the mix
My hair gettin' longer, my game gettin' stronger
A nigga been on one, I thank God
'Cause life in the city of stars is gettin' hard
And it's odd (Yeah, it is), for a G to get a job
So, I'd rather steal and rob and mob with my squad
My homie used to bang, now we follow Farrakhan
Used to read The Source
Now all he read is the Holy Qu'ran
Time brings change and change brings time (Uh)
Listen to me hit you with this gangbang rhyme (Come on)
Nigga, what up? Who up? You up
Doggy Dogg is on the mic, I'm here to fuck it izzzup (Fuck it up)
I give it to y'all, like you really gotta have it
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, boy, this shit is gettin' tragic
But I'ma make me a grip and dip quick
And fuck with my nigga Kid Capri on this G shit (Yeah, yeah)
And tell a tale and bail with my nigga Slick Ricky (Hootie hoo)
And all you niggas talkin' bullshit can just miss me (Uh)
Can't twist me, you fuckin' paper haters (Yeah)
I'm dippin' in my '98 gold Navigator (Uh)
I'm dippin' like a lo-lo
Bouncin', smokin ounces', fo' sho', though

[Chorus: Woman & Kid Capri]
I hear you, Kid Capri
(Uh, make it hot, baby; warm it up, get it on, come on)
Your soundtrack to the streets
(Uh, push it up, come on, push it up, push it up)
Get love from East to West
(Uh, make it move, come on, keep it movin', keep it movin')
Number one, Kid, you're the best
(Uh, uh, around the world, around the world, word up, word up)
I hear you, Kid Capri
(Uh, yes, it's me, baby; Kid Capri, baby, come on, uh)
Your soundtrack to the streets
(Uh, freak it out, uh uh, freak it out, get your freak on)
Get love from East to West
(Uh, uh, form the East to the West, come on, uh)
Number one, Kid, you're the best
(Around the world, around the world, ya heard...)