I Can't Swim - Snoop Dogg

I am Sir Dogg, DPG fuck… and I hate water

I never learned to swim…

AAAAH!

PUT ME DOWN!!!

Let go of my leg!!!

I HATE WATER!!!

I CAN’T SWIM!!!

AAAAH!!!

(Snoop)

Now matter where I go, you got’cha eyes on me

And everybody sittin' around waitin' on me

Show us how you do it Uncle Snoopy

So fluid wit' your technique, y’all niggas gon' respect me

Man, I been doin' dis' shit before I even learned how to crawl though

Gettin' interviewed by mothafuckaz like Geraldo

And niggas wanna know if I smoke Newports or Marlboros?

Man, I’m fuckin' wit' dat real shit, nigga can you feel dis'?

I make dat shit for the realest of millions

While I’m wheelin' and dealin' and feelin the feelin'

Hmm… and oh what a relief it is

That Snoop is back in dis mothafucka handlin' his biz

Takin' care of his kids and makin' hits, oh shit

There it is again, you never know if your career might flop, fizz

So, stay on your toes and keep a pair wit’cha foes

And keep a set of new hoes and floatin' and tie da bow

Fuck these niggas and peep out Whitey Ro (?)

Somebody told?

Well then, somebody gettin' rolled on

And that’s usually how the scenario rolls on

Baby girl said she wanna keep her clothes on

She either fuckin' gettin' stole on or gotta stroll home

Well number one, keep your hand on your gun

And don’t (don't) trust (trust) anyone (anyone, one, one…)

Ohh… you can’t trust nobody baby… you can’t even trust your own Mama!!!

This is Snoopy Collins… trust no one… especially a bitch…

Or even a bitch-ass nigga… Yo Ha!!!

T-R-U-S-T in me, I’m sexy but I’m pussy

The homies in the hood call me Lil' Bo Peep

And you da type a nigga I been dyin' ta meet

So Snoopy, what’chu tryin' to do?

Now hold on lil' mama, ain’t no reason for me to lie to you

Now what I’m tryin' to do, and what I’m gon' do

Is hit this bud, I got a wife at home

Bitch I ain’t lookin' for none, you might got kids for cuz, or down wit' bud

Pushin' them dubs, look here cuz

Lemme tell you how it’s gon' be

If I was broke loc, these bitches wouldn’t want me

I’m tellin' you the good-god truth, you want proof?

Ask them hoes over there, «Y'all wanna fuck Snoop?»

(yeah!)

We’ll take the money and the game away

I bet they won’t say the same that day

But it’s okay, cuz I don’t trip

Cuz «Bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks»

I thought I told you, bitch I’m a soulja

East side, long beach, gang-bang roller

From the solar, cuz this, is it

Can ya dig it?

(I can dig it!!!)

Jelly Roll pulled a rabbit out his hat

I pull a strap out my mothafuckin' back (Aaah!), cuz I know it’s like dat

I’m in a meetin' wit' these white folks talkin' bread

They want a contract on a nigga till' I’m dead

If I don’t sign they gon' turn me over to the feds

They struck me out, now I’m pinch-hittin' for the Reds

But I’m a Dodger blue, so I gotta keep it true

I gotta home-run, nigga we long gone

I’m realizin', justizin', visualizin'

Rip-ridin', put mines in

Takin' this game to the next level

Trustin' no one, especially them Red Devils

Keep ya head level, hand on my get-up

Stay on the red-up, pimpin' ain’t easy, but there’s a whole lot of fed-up

And like I told you from the get-go, don’t trust no one (no one, no one)

And like I told you from the getti, don’t trust no one…

(Alien)

OH NO!!!

YOU DID IT AGAIN!!!

PUT ME DOWN!!!

I HATE WATER, I CAN’T SWIM!!!

I NEVER LEARNED TO SWIM!!!

I SHOULDN’T HAVE TRUSTED YOU!!!

I PUT ALL OF MY TRUST IN YOU!!!

AND YOU TOOK ME TO THE WATER… OH NO!!!