Lirik Lagu Pump Pump (Feat. Malik (Lil Hershey Loc) - Snoop Dogg
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Verse One:
*static*Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump PumpPump Pump
Let the motion of your body be the key, cuz webe the motherfuckin G Funk familyNow, I'll play the G in this deadly gameSnoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the gameIf it ain't one thing it's a motherfuckin notherWord to my granny and my daddy, and my motherWhether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuceWhen I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get looseCuz back in the days, on the side where it's atA nigga had to have a fat stackAnd I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and gorat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fallCan't none of y'all niggaz see the Doggy DoggCuz I'm one rude bwoy comin with the wickednessSo shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kickin this
Chorus: (repeat 2X)
Blam blam, blam to dem allListen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump)
Verse Two: Snoop
Now you can look to the Sun, and spot the moonAnd see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the roomWith the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funkFollow me, follow me, listen to the words that a nigga...I come down with the wickednessOne rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!)Close your eyes cuz you can't see meI quit school cause of recess you fuckin B.G.I'm shakin up the party, like Lodi DodiIs he the dopest? Ya betta ask somebodyWhen, then, send, some ginAnd a pack of zig zags now let the games beginIn nineteen-motherfuckin-ninety-threeI'm fuckin up every nigga known in the indistryCheck this out, it's a Dogg Pound thangYou know who I am you know my motherfuckin name, who am I?(The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Smell) last name (D-O-double-G)The behavior and the flavor that I foundMakes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound
Chorus
Verse Three: Malik
Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heatAny battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beatDon't sleep while I creep peep out my techniqueI forgot, I'm out of sight so you can't see theMC of the year, you hear and you feari got somethin for them niggaz in the front and the rearI handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-rideI'm satisfied now everything is really alrightYou know when I come nigga I come wickedDon't need no permisison, motherfucker I'ma kick itNiggaz sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuitLick em up shot, it don't stop, till dem all dropMake up your mind, go pop or slang rocksJust stop, rottin on the next niggaz jockI'm strapped with my glock on your blockAnd ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot
Chorus
*static*Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump Pump, Pump PumpPump Pump
Let the motion of your body be the key, cuz webe the motherfuckin G Funk familyNow, I'll play the G in this deadly gameSnoop Dogg is the name Dogg Pound's the gameIf it ain't one thing it's a motherfuckin notherWord to my granny and my daddy, and my motherWhether standin on the corner, or bouncin in the six-deuceWhen I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get looseCuz back in the days, on the side where it's atA nigga had to have a fat stackAnd I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap and gorat-tat-tat-tat, nigga slap to a motherfucker face he fallCan't none of y'all niggaz see the Doggy DoggCuz I'm one rude bwoy comin with the wickednessSo shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kickin this
Chorus: (repeat 2X)
Blam blam, blam to dem allListen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (pump pump)
Verse Two: Snoop
Now you can look to the Sun, and spot the moonAnd see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the roomWith the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funkFollow me, follow me, listen to the words that a nigga...I come down with the wickednessOne rude bwoy comin with the darkness (blam!)Close your eyes cuz you can't see meI quit school cause of recess you fuckin B.G.I'm shakin up the party, like Lodi DodiIs he the dopest? Ya betta ask somebodyWhen, then, send, some ginAnd a pack of zig zags now let the games beginIn nineteen-motherfuckin-ninety-threeI'm fuckin up every nigga known in the indistryCheck this out, it's a Dogg Pound thangYou know who I am you know my motherfuckin name, who am I?(The S-N-Double-O-P) nickname (Silky Smell) last name (D-O-double-G)The behavior and the flavor that I foundMakes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound
Chorus
Verse Three: Malik
Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heatAny battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beatDon't sleep while I creep peep out my techniqueI forgot, I'm out of sight so you can't see theMC of the year, you hear and you feari got somethin for them niggaz in the front and the rearI handle the sides, did a driveby in the who-rideI'm satisfied now everything is really alrightYou know when I come nigga I come wickedDon't need no permisison, motherfucker I'ma kick itNiggaz sweat my shit I wet em up with the biscuitLick em up shot, it don't stop, till dem all dropMake up your mind, go pop or slang rocksJust stop, rottin on the next niggaz jockI'm strapped with my glock on your blockAnd ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot
Chorus
