I Can't Swim

(albüm: Tha Last Meal - 2000)

[Alien]
I am Sir Dogg, DPG fuck... and I hate water.
I never learned to swim....
AAAAH! PUT ME DOWN!!!! Let go of my leg!!!
I HATE WATER!!!! I CAN'T SWIM!!!! AAAAH!!!!!

[Snoop]
Now matter where I go, you got'cha eyes on me,
And everybody sitting around waiting on me,
Show us how you do it Uncle Snoopy,
So fluid wit' your technique, y'all niggaz gon' respect me,
Man, I been doing dis' shit before I even learned how to crawl though,
Getting interviewed by mothafuckaz like Geraldo,
And niggaz wanna know if I smoke Newports or Marlboros?
Man, I'm fucking wit' dat real shit, nigga can you feel dis'?
I make dat shit for the realest of millions,
While I'm wheeling and dealing and feelin the feeling,
Hmm... and oh what a relief it is,
That Snoop is back in dis mothafucka handling his biz,
Taking care of his kids and making hits, oh shit,
There it is again, you never know if your career might flop, fizz
So, stay on your toes and keep a pair wit'cha foes,
And keep a set of new hoes and floating and tie da bow,
Fuck these niggaz and peep out Whitey Ro (?),
Somebody told? Well then, somebody getting rolled on,
And that's usually how the scenario rolls on,
Baby girl said she wanna keep her clothes on,
She either fucking getting stole on or gotta stroll home,
Well number one, keep your hand on your gun,
And don't (don't) trust (trust) anyone (anyone, one, one.....)

Ohh... you can't trust nobody baby.... you can't even trust your own Mama!!!
This is Snoopy Collins.... trust no one.... especially a bitch....
Or even a bitch-ass nigga.... Yo Ha!!!!

T-R-U-S-T in me, I'm sexy but I'm pussy,
The homies in the hood call me Lil' Bo Peep,
And you da type a nigga I been dying ta meet,
So Snoopy, what'chu trying to do?
Now hold on lil' mama, ain't no reason for me to lie to you,
Now what I'm trying to do, and what I'm gon' do,
Is hit this bud, I got a wife at home,
Bitch I ain't looking for none, you might got kids for cuz, or down wit' bud
Pushing them dubs, look here cuz,
Lemme tell you how it's gon' be
If I was broke loc, these bitches wouldn't want me
I'm telling you the good-god truth, you want proof?
Ask them hoes over there, "Y'all wanna fuck Snoop?" (yeah!)
We'll take the money and the game away,
I bet they won't say the same that day,
But it's okay, cuz I don't trip,
Cuz "Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks",
I thought I told you, bitch I'm a soulja,
East side, long beach, gang-bang roller,
From the solar, cuz this, is it,
Can ya dig it? (I can dig it!!!)
Jelly Roll pulled a rabbit out his hat,
I pull a strap out my mothafucking back (Aaah!), cuz I know it's like dat,
I'm in a meeting wit' these white folks talking bread,
They want a contract on a nigga till' I'm dead,
If I don't sign they gon' turn me over to the feds,
They struck me out, now I'm pinch-hitting for the Reds,
But I'm a Dodger blue, so I gotta keep it true,
I gotta home-run, nigga we long gone,
I'm realizing, justizing, visualizing,
Rip-riding, put mines in,
Taking this game to the next level,
Trusting no one, especially them Red Devils,
Keep ya head level, hand on my get-up,
Stay on the red-up, pimping ain't easy, but there's a whole lot of fed-up,
And like I told you from the get-go, don't trust no one (no one, no one),
And like I told you from the getti, don't trust no one...

[Alien]
OH NO!!! YOU DID IT AGAIN!!!! PUT ME DOWN!!!!
I HATE WATER, I CAN'T SWIM!!!! I NEVER LEARNED TO SWIM!!!!
I SHOULDN'T HAVE TRUSTED YOU!!!! I PUT ALL OF MY TRUST IN YOU!!!!
AND YOU TOOK ME TO THE WATER..... OH NO!!!!