[Snoop Dogg] Greetings loved ones Let's take a journey [Katy Perry] I know a place Where the grass is really greener Warm, wet and wild There
off, I ain't even slipped The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights
the Buddah Real. take a trip ta Hoota'ville I'll throw ya out the door, of my big blue Siville Then light another joint, this ain't no exploitation Cause we are the ones
the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones You know we'
back again with my friends Diamond's beats are fat just like a Benz Andre the Giant is great, but I should also mention Lord Finesse, he's the Funky
Uh yeah Jones, uh Now we set them presidents, to get them presidents Over the ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your head Put dots on your loaf like
too late to quit Just 'cause you sold your body don't mean you a hoe for life I got to speak it right for all the ones that paid the price But if ya
This be for the hard-core O.G. real funk fans The ones that pumpin' up the party, jump and shake your hands And let your joint blaze smoke up and get
Junkie expandin' limits Funky integration Record needles showin' doses With white Moses, party population Peeps catch the beat, frantic pours pourin' Strobe lights
big foot why yo granddady gangbangin'and yo momma botty be stankin why yo brothr got them little gym shoes on and yo sista she nappy headed you light
the Green Crizack is like warfare Pull out a sack of the Crack and watch em get scared Now I ain't talking bout no funky ass rocks (Fuck that shit!)
a makeup kit see, ya might be light but ya ugly to me black is beautiful to me, that's beauty. [CHROUS:] "Dark skin girls are better than light skin, light
as I becken Abstract thoughts brought to the surface Watch as I burst this Rhyme flow I design slow moving tempos so the simple minded foes find my flows moving at the speed of light
there. . . and chopyourmotherphukkinheadoff!!!" Who's the jester? Under pressure? Not me! I hate emcees a lot, flee Escape, I'll tape your mouth closed Dispose of your flows The ones
tha gifted tounge, an encriptic rung new phases to enter the mazes-play this two times a day with the dayo day, hey, hey ho with a day light come I
it, if I never thought it dig this You criticize this, bitch I live this So I keep my pen and I keep my 4 5th Light a spliff, nigga me and G comin' through
when I'm boning Me I'm tripping, let me light my Phillie blunt Oh there goes my beeper, what the hell do Billy want (Yo whassup J?) Man I quit selling weed (No I need a funky
