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Artist: Snoop Doggy Dogg f/ Charlie WilsonAlbum: Tha DoggfatherSong: Snoop BounceTyped by: davpaul@dove.net.auIntro/Chorus: Charlie WilsonAin't no funk, it's funky, it's Doggystyle (Ain't it funky nuff?)(Death Row-ow, Death Rowwwww)(*Everybody knows I got more bounce than an ounce*)*repeat*Verse 1: Snoop Doggy DoggShucks, stompin in my big blue chucksMore bounce to the ounce while I'm ditchin you clutzBump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumpin your soundsIt's the zoo and the Pound we don't fuck aroundRelax your mind and let your conscience be freeand get down, stompin grounds is the LBCI slid up out the game and MC's get wackedbut now I'm back (Oh shit!), so go get your strapWatch your head, I break witwit G's, Muslims, hardheads and dredsBounce, rock while rollerskatinon them 20 inch tyres wit the platinum DaytonsI'm not that BG poppin all that junkabout "I'll fuck you up", he sound like a punkI been there and done that, no inspirationAll day illustration beat conversationChorusVerse 2: Snoop DoggI keep niggas in the studio, word is bondBeen workin on ya new album for two years strongand still can't come up with the right songYou know what they say:'Study long, study long'All aboard the train so come alongcos we keep the glue stuff against the boneIt's alright ain't no room for wrongDoggyland is the motherland, make yourself at homeI got money loads by the barrelsI even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiroI'm international money maker, player hatershhok up off the sake of spendin dollars and I always hollerat a player though cos players know the real from the fakeYou can put that on your toast, your coast and your stateI give you people what you likeWhat I look like in jail and can't get on the micChorus x1 1/2Verse 3: Snoop DoggKillin up crews, give em the real street bluesHave em slidin in their eelskins, groovin in their tennis shoesOf course it don't stop bein a Westside ridahWit no tattoo that's how they got the clueI lay conversation on wax and CD'sBG's and o-riginals, here come the missionMakin biters ride the Pound for the rest of the seasonDoggy DPG ya lil homey, uhhI represent the LBC-mentWindows tint, nigga that's the presidentI hit you with a tune every blue moonCollard on your plate so you can stuff it in your faceNigga say your Grace before you touch your plateIt taste like it's laced but it ain'tThis one puff uncut, no doubtEverybody know I gotta ounce and a halfChorus x1 1/2Outro:Shucks(Oooh ooh ooohhh oooohhhh ooh, oooh oooh oooohhhh ooh)(Death Rowwww, Death Rowwww)*repeat*