Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound, L.B.C. Crew - Blueberry Lyrics

Watch it, watch it, Daz is comin'
And there'll be no more waitin'
Watch it, watch it, Kurupt is comin'
And there'll be no more waitin'
Watch it, watch it, Doggystyle is comin' (what up?)
And there'll be no more waitin'
They might be shootin', inna di place
If a idiot ever disrespectin', now

Now, follow me deep in the depths of my mind
Think how many plots blossomed and how many times
I've sedated my, asphyxiated from bein' engulfed in
The bombest weed smoke that'll make a nigga choke
To my locs way down in the Valley deep
To my homies in the Pound from L.A. and the Beach
To my bulls out in Philly, 'cause all they smoke is Phillies
With these silly-ass bitches out for a nigga's riches (that's right)
Now really, will he ever slip or trip
A big shout out (to my), to my niggas in Darby Twp
I spits the vocabulary to sinks MCs like ships
With my nocturnal vibes and editorial clips
I got a click that'll hit you like a thousand volts
The homies catchin' cases, robberies and assaults
It ain't my fault that my shit might hit like that
Listen and get elevated off the verbal contact

When a nigga gotta strive for his
He can't stop, gotta get somewhere, huh
Now when a nigga gotta mash for his
He can't stop, gotta get somewhere (haha)

My mind state these days make the average nigga afraid
Hurt 'em in the worst way, put it down for myself
Put 'em to rest, confess, nevertheless
Snatch 'em a cap and destroy 'em at my best
For the simple fact with contact ('tact), we the block entourage (ra)
We drop bombs (bombs) and we known to calm down the savage beast
And the rest of the jungle, I'll mistreat
Any MC tryna fuck with D-A-Z
I represent it to the fullest (fullest), it could be a verbal massacre
In '96, with a different approach on shit
I got the flavor, and I'm major
Busta-ass niggas can't stop us, and can't fade us
Shady-ass niggas can't stand next to ya
When the TEC connects to ya
Swift as a cheetah when I'm catchin' ya
I bet ya I won't let ya escape, face the real on point
They're trained to kill, beyond the violated area
When the smoke clears the area whether I'm toast or at home
I blaze the Zag or the bone
Once again another zone is gone
MCs try to step, they get lit and blown

At the end, the lights go out, so before they do
I'm a L-B-C on through, stayin' true
Demandin' my respect
Respect is what I've given, so respect is what I expect
The money got me driven to the point of no return home
So the streets I roam, don't catch chrome to the dome
Of this flat black .45 caliber Glock, gat, gun, or pistol
Whistle, and watch all my homeboys come
Run, or hear the click, damn that shit that you get hit with
When we bust, I let loose
This is pre-meditated dick-up
To all the busters that jealous and hate it, but can't fade it
With they every attempt they fail, oh well
Consequences get suffered
I put pressure on sucker motherfuckers
The bill is crisp, (the deal is), the deal is this
I got a plot, I'm on a mash for my chips
Get in my way and get stepped on
I'm stompin', steppin', with my projectile weapon

With subjects all subject to harm, when I swarm through
Who knew about the real deal I conceal?
And still, can you feel? The topic of the whole situation is trust
No ho is a must
If I bust, my brain constructs to form knowledge to the max
Defeatin' and deletin' elevation setbacks
We wax tracks and smack up MCs who compose the violence
Bringin' drama, with no parental guidance
Eyes went deceived, somethin' up my sleeve to intrigue
And these MCs will be Gs
Also D-P-Gs and L-B-Cs
When we do the do to you so go call your crew
And who wants to compete with Techniec?
Conflict'll be verbal, so watch how you speak
And what you say when I display
Sleepless acts that's bomb to ya, suffer from insomnia
And I'ma gonna be comin' for you
So please be on the lookout for the Doggystyle Crew (watch out, nigga)

It's a sucker MC barbecue cookout
Look out
Watch out, y'all
Haha yeah, with your bad self, watch out