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Fiend

Genres: Metal

Woof! Lyrics - Fiend

[Snoop Talking] 

Hell yeah 

That was a mothafuckin' trip 

The way y'all niggaz had the whole world sayin' UH!, na, na, na, na 

This here the Doggfather, rappin' on this shit here 

Check this out 

 

Chorus: 

Let me here ya say 

Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker 

Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (come on, everybody say) 

Everybody, let me hear ya say 

Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker 

Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay 

 

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[Fiend] 

I run with convicted felons 

Scream, yellin' 

Bitch I'ma soldier! 

Stick in my chrome reciever, and I fins to get it on 

Influenced by the dolja 

Blastin' at the rollers 

Callin' couple of soldiers 

Fuckin' up with this song bitch 

Your mom shoulda told ya 

I ain't nothin' nice 

Snoop brought the boss 

I got the spark, lets go on a body high 

Put it on my life, and my favorite weed pipe 

Soldiers greed, with ice 

Watch me budda up in the night 

Carefull to forever, the one that? shot him 

Bringin' the drama like a punk, but your fucking somebody 

Whut Lodi Dodi, send a duce up in dey coupe 

But after a hard eight 

Snoop and his soldiers gonna make ya say 

 

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Chorus: 

Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker 

Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (Jeah, nigga, I can make ya say) 

Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker 

Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (yeah, tank doggs, let me hear ya say) 

Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker 

Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (all my real rap niggaz say) 

Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker 

Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (yeah, Mystikal, where you at?) 

 

[Mystikal] 

Nigga, all I really wanna do is 

Get down, on the get down! 

That mothafucker better sit down 

We up in this bitch now 

Got the take to make the hap 

We gon' make our money right 

Tired of livin' the stress life 

Pressure, fuck price 

Yikes! 

Know what I like 

Keep it hype! 

Betcha I right 

Put pounds of ice on ya, like white on rice 

Vise grips on mics 

Turnin' to fights 

Burnin' up the limelight 

Fire! 

And you ain't gotta strain your eyes to find us 

Throwin' bad days behind us 

Ahh damn up in the headlights 

Bout to let it shine 

Find your ass in there tip-toeing 

Your ass is mine 

We got you waitin' for us on the radio 

So our albums can drop 

Snoop, Fiend, me, Beats By The Pound, you know that's gon' pop 

Jump in the game in the walkway 

With enough money to fuck with 

Till ya hear that last fuckin' woof 

We ain't done yet 

 

Chorus 

Let me here ya say 

Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker 

Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (yeah, uh-huh, all my niggaz say) 

Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker 

Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (na, na, na, na, na, na) 

Woof! mothafucker, Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! 

Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (na, na, na, na, na, na) 

Let me hear ya say 

Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! 

Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay 

 

[Snoop] 

I come faster than a speedin' bullet 

Or I can take my time and move it slow 

Wake up outta my seat and hit this mic and blow like some indo 

You can call me what you want 

Just don't call me no punk 

My name is Snoop D-O-double-G 

And I'm the godfather of G-Funk 

I'll put this shit down, like clown, Dogg Pound is my set 

Nigga set outta line, I shoot them in they mothafuckin' spine 

And break they necks (nigga, nigga) 

As I go down, you gon' realize that 

See when you run up in my face you able to get smacked, jacked, just 

like that 

I'ma fool, break the rules, damn, way too cool 

They call me Snoop D-O-double-G (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) 

 

Cause I'ma fuckin' fool, I can get silly 

But I'd rather sit back, relax, new jacks, get smacked, cause I'm tryin' 

to 

blaze up a sack (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) 

To my nigga Mystikal, Fiend, and my big homie Master P 

Cause thats just the way this shit gon' be 

Baby, N-O-L-I-M-I-T (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) 

We gon' make y'all say Woof 

Until you mothafuckers demand 

That nigga named Snoop 

 

Chorus 

I can make 'em say 

Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker 

Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (laughing) 

I can make 'em say 

Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker 

Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay 

Let me here ya say 

Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker 

Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay 

Let me hear ya say 

Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker 

Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (everybody in the house) 

Say 

Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) 

Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (up top, come on) 

Woof! mothafucker, Woof! mothafucker (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, 

na, 

na) 

Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (down low) 

Yeah, yeah, and who side (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na) 

Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay *repeated till end* 

And not only that 

And not only that 

This No Limit baby 

Ya heard me? 

Yeah 

And not only that 

Shit get crazy in this mothafcuker 

Ya heard me? 

Uh! 

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