Usual Suspects (from "Death Row: Snoop Doggy Dogg at His Best" album)

Ha, what ya got? [x4]

[Threat:]
It get hectic living life as a suspect
Ferocious out there, wild as a grizzly bear
Yo girl on a mission tryna jack ol boy for the cash
Two ski masks, strapped, where the yay at?
Ain't nothing nice about the criminal life
Knives and guns and the chains and the teens in gangs
That done dropped outta school, he too cool
To read a book, see nook, crooks wind up on the news
The earth rattle, the over contaminated cattle
The enemies sail across seas to do battle
I know, I used to do those, now I'm retired
I desire not to have my soul burn fire
Everybody got a nickname and they clique bang
Rumble you can hear it through the concrete jungle
I spit it so well cause I see it all day
Homemade, pushing sledge, spitting getting that
Ladies say hey come close, I don't bite
I go to class during the day and I work at night
I go where I want and I do what I like
I'm pursuing doing plumbing, laying down pipes (that's right)

[Hook x2:]
A million things run through my mind
And you ain't gotta be in jail to be doing time

Time brings change and change brings time
Just sit back and listen let me hit you wit a line
That I wrote and I quote that it's dope from the top
Please don't you quit, oh Snoop can't stop
I rock non stop when I have that mic
I give you motherfuckers just what ya like
You can bounce, you can pop, but just don't stop
Cause when I take the mic I plan to make your body rock
And don't you quit and don't you spit nothing to me
Cause you can't do me, why you talking madness you handed
Your microphone to your mouth now
You couldn't spit nothing couldn't even turn it out, dumb ass
You got jealous and the fellas got mad at you
You couldn't do what the L.B.C. Crew do
You couldn't do what the D.P.G. niggas do
And you damn sure can't do what the L.A. zoo do
Try to stay true and try to get wit this
Niggas since Dogg was on the mic I'm too sick wit this
And when I come with some, boy I'm so ridiculous
Now shut the fuck up and listen while I'm kicking this

[Hook x2:]
A million things run through my mind
And you ain't gotta be in jail to be doing time

[Threat:]
Killing up crews give 'em the real street blues
Have 'em sliding in they eel skins, grooving in they tennis shoes
Of course I don't stop, being a west side rider
Wit no tattoos, that's how they got you
I make conversations on rappers CD's
And B.G.s and originals listen for the mission
Behind the wall, raise the shot call
Aiming at the liberty blasting artillery
My mental mind state is to build and create
And to weed out suckers, cremate motherfuckers
Mail through, put it down on your whole military
Pen ink scary like death at 13ths

So all you alley cats get your eyes off the trash
And beware the bow wow cause I'm biting at your ass
And got you barking at the wrong tree, nigga
Can't you see we got the whole game locked like the penitentiary, nigga

[Hook x3]

What you watching the clock for?
Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping...
Me and my niggas just keep on dipping...
But I ain't set tripping
Yeah... Throwing down y'all
They fucked around and let some dogs in the zoo
I've never seen a dog at a zoo
True...
Oh yeah, west coast
(We are party people, Dogg Pound Gangstas are party people)