[DJ E-Z Dick]
  W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick
  About to unleash another one of those platnum plus hits
  And the word is on the streets, and the word is the streets
  We gon go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg
    [Snoop Dogg]
  A day in the life, of a Rollin 20 Crip
  I'm just a stuburn type of fella with a head like a brick
  And just because I sip Moet, they say that I'm hopeless
  But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the loc'ness
  Now this is how we do it when we checking the grip
  Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so don't even trip
  I bust a funky composition that's smooth as a prism
  Now check it as I kick off in this funky ass rhythm
  It's six dub, the phone is ringing off the deck
  And it's some homies talking about I disrespected they set
  Aww nah, Dogg aint this y'all
  I got couple relatives up off of Crenshaw
  This is about me and Simon, not me and y'all
  I got love for a bunch of real B-Dogs
  Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face
  And the homie Har'ron rest in peace
  Big Jay from Cappinella Park
  He used to blaze with his nephew after dark
  On and on, rocking big neck bone
  Mausberg I had to put you on my song
  It's so real, I had to show some love
  Now back to this scrub, it ain't about Crip or Blood
  It's about you bein jealous of what I does
  Cause I does it the most, the king of the coast
  in the paint playin post - I back you down
  like Shaq-Daddy, and bust on ya out the new Caddy
  And skirt up, bust ya boulevard
  I'm not Xzibit, you can't +Pull My Hoe Card+
  .. I fucked all your groupies
  When you was doin time in Camp Snoopy
  With the fags and snitches, no killers just bitches
  And you was payin niggaz off with all my riches
  You so hardco', why you ain't go to level fo'?
  Oh I know (bitch!)
  But I walk the mainline everytime I go down
  You can check my G files I do it L.B.C. style
  .. I got the word on your Simon
  You need to just start rhymin
  Cause you the biggest star on your label
  And them other niggaz just crumbs off my table
  You're not able, to compete with the heat that I drop
  And I still ain't been paid, for "1-8-7 on a cop"
  I started yo' shit and I will end yo' shit
  if you keep talkin shit on Crip!
    [Hook 1: repeat 2X]
  It all boils down to the fact
  that you're jealous of my paper stack (jealous ass nigga)
  It all boils down to the fact
  that you're jealous of my paper stack (gon get pimp slapped)
    [Hook 2: repeat 2X]
  Money, I get it, paper I got it
  Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em
    [Snoop Dogg]
  If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be famous
  And I'll be spending money out the anus
  Your only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your level
  Man you worser than devils
  Alotta niggas should've said it, fuck em
  But Ima say it for em, stop it, pop it, rewind and play it for em
  This nigga's a bitch like his wife
  Suge Knight's a bitch, and that's on my life
  And I'ma let the whole world see
  Cos you fucked up the industry, and that's on me
  We can go head up, nigga, set it up
  Or we can do the other thing, I love to wet it up
  Your rappers and artists, tell em, shut it up
  Cos I'll fuck every last one of em up, especially Kurupt
  See that's my lil homeboy, so he knows what's up
  He better keep it Crippin, and slip his clip in
  Cos these niggas trippin, this is official business
  Do the same way, leave no witnesses
  This is that unexpected diss directed, sprayed, covered and protected
  Strip you butt naked, chicky-check-check-it
  It's all to the good again
  You can catch Snoopy Dibby Double in the hood again
  Spinning that real times, spitting that real shit
  To make the whole world feel it
  So put the bacon in the skillet, and try to peel it
  Cause Doggystyle Records is the realest, nigga
    [Hook 1]
    Money, I get it, paper I got it
  Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em
  Money, I get it, paper I got it
    Jealous ass nigga