Lirik Lagu Don't Do The Crime (aka Death Row Killaz) - Snoop Dogg
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[Chorus, Snoop singing]Don't do the crime if you can't do the timeYeahDon't do it
Fell off into a party in the CPTNiggas looking at me strangeBut I'm up on the gameI ain't fucking with them niggas no moShit, I feel the same way ya'll feelNigga, fuck Death Row (ha ha)I cut em loose, send em juiceWith visine in their cupCatch em slipping, all my homeys get em stuckIt's the tale of a whale locked in a cellOn the streets he was the heat cause cuz had major mailHad his homeboys plugged, wearing gold chainsHanging at the studio, splurging and thangsNigga fucking off money, saving them hoesFucked off some money of mineAnd bought me a white rollsLiving on Wilshire in a penthouse suiteFucking bad bitches seven days a weekColder than a motherfucker but now I'm hotFloss me a brand new suit from Dionne ScottI guess I'm balling nowMoney falling downI can hear them movie star bitches calling me nowDoggy Dogg come and get with the PGMr. Calvin Broadus could you please come and see meBut I ain't tripping, I'm just Dogg Pound CrippingTalking big shit and in a bulletproof dippingMake my own beats, so fuck ya'll tooAnd I'm down with the niggas from the you know whoWe get to the pointBlaze the jointStep into the party and holla at everybodyAs long as the gin get mixed with juiceAnd the five on the crap game gon hit with deuceShit niggas gon be niggas so nigga nigga whatJust because I'm having paper don't mean fuckI once was in the same predicament you wasThinking to myself "Damn should I kill cuz?"But I know deep in my heartTwo wrongs ain't rightAnd it started from a fist fightI only got one life to liveI'm trying to see a grandfather with some grandkidsYou dig?I'm trying to live long like my hairPut the shit down, like Fred EstaireI want to share my worldBut how the fuck can I share itEverytime I throw you somethingYou look at mine and compare itMan, it's a cold shameBut it's a cold gameI ain't make the rules to this gameLook, all I know and all I doIs try to come through with something newBanging for youSo whatever you do, you like it or notBecause when your shit play outI be back on the dope spotMy grandpappy once sat me in his lap and he said"Son get your money like that" (get your money, man)I sit alone in the zoneFace of stoneLive the live of Al CaponeA Don CorleoneCasually casualties, fatalitiesAnd all kind of funny looking niggas coming after meFunny, it's got me dodging, dipping, slipping, and slidingEastside up, Eastsiders cause we riding (eastside up)This is portable something to fuck with your earDoggy Dogg will appear to make it sound so clearI fucks it up, like I always doAnd that's a trickI'm saying some shitTo make the bitches want to suck my dickSee it's an everyday thangCommunicating to ya'll with the Dogg Pound SlangBack up in the house and we just don't stopCall ya mama, fuck her fat, call the motherfucking copsHit roccs, yeah, you know what? You know whatThey told me like this
[Refrain x 2]
Fell off into a party in the CPTNiggas looking at me strangeBut I'm up on the gameI ain't fucking with them niggas no moShit, I feel the same way ya'll feelNigga, fuck Death Row (ha ha)I cut em loose, send em juiceWith visine in their cupCatch em slipping, all my homeys get em stuckIt's the tale of a whale locked in a cellOn the streets he was the heat cause cuz had major mailHad his homeboys plugged, wearing gold chainsHanging at the studio, splurging and thangsNigga fucking off money, saving them hoesFucked off some money of mineAnd bought me a white rollsLiving on Wilshire in a penthouse suiteFucking bad bitches seven days a weekColder than a motherfucker but now I'm hotFloss me a brand new suit from Dionne ScottI guess I'm balling nowMoney falling downI can hear them movie star bitches calling me nowDoggy Dogg come and get with the PGMr. Calvin Broadus could you please come and see meBut I ain't tripping, I'm just Dogg Pound CrippingTalking big shit and in a bulletproof dippingMake my own beats, so fuck ya'll tooAnd I'm down with the niggas from the you know whoWe get to the pointBlaze the jointStep into the party and holla at everybodyAs long as the gin get mixed with juiceAnd the five on the crap game gon hit with deuceShit niggas gon be niggas so nigga nigga whatJust because I'm having paper don't mean fuckI once was in the same predicament you wasThinking to myself "Damn should I kill cuz?"But I know deep in my heartTwo wrongs ain't rightAnd it started from a fist fightI only got one life to liveI'm trying to see a grandfather with some grandkidsYou dig?I'm trying to live long like my hairPut the shit down, like Fred EstaireI want to share my worldBut how the fuck can I share itEverytime I throw you somethingYou look at mine and compare itMan, it's a cold shameBut it's a cold gameI ain't make the rules to this gameLook, all I know and all I doIs try to come through with something newBanging for youSo whatever you do, you like it or notBecause when your shit play outI be back on the dope spotMy grandpappy once sat me in his lap and he said"Son get your money like that" (get your money, man)I sit alone in the zoneFace of stoneLive the live of Al CaponeA Don CorleoneCasually casualties, fatalitiesAnd all kind of funny looking niggas coming after meFunny, it's got me dodging, dipping, slipping, and slidingEastside up, Eastsiders cause we riding (eastside up)This is portable something to fuck with your earDoggy Dogg will appear to make it sound so clearI fucks it up, like I always doAnd that's a trickI'm saying some shitTo make the bitches want to suck my dickSee it's an everyday thangCommunicating to ya'll with the Dogg Pound SlangBack up in the house and we just don't stopCall ya mama, fuck her fat, call the motherfucking copsHit roccs, yeah, you know what? You know whatThey told me like this
[Refrain x 2]
