By My Side - Snoop Dogg, Warren G., Xzibit

Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide

Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide

I’m a lover, and a fighter, gangsta and a rider

Eastsider, a rip rider—but y’all knew that from the giddy

Way cold, bold, stroll with control

And shuttin' down shops around the muthafuckin' globe

Puttin' dicks in yukmouths (biatch), watch these bitches fold

Don’t speak on mine, cuz, unless you tryna get T-rolled

Kee-kee-kee-keep it on, freak-freak-freak ya dome

Stop, nah’mean, ya don’t quit, bitch

So many fuckin' lawsuits and court cases

Snitches and probation, look at what I’m facing

Either you want me to give you some type of explanation

Or sympathize—fuck that, cuz, I’m from the side

Where we ride and the weak fall off and the snitches get clipped

And from me to you, loco, that’s just some real shit

I’ma sit back and get my hair braided

Roll this dope and get faded, blaze it and blaze it—it's so amazing

Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide

Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide

Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide

Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide

Six in the morning, niggas up at my door

Reached under the pillow for the .44

See, you know it’s a murder show

It ain’t that hard to just pull it, passing bullets and making tires smoke

Heard me, Snoop Dogg?

Yesterday you had me tore up

Smoke a half-zip a day, about four pounds a week

Went back to drinking O.E., just to see what I could see

Under the snakeskin, a bunch of fake grins, shakin' ‘em

It’s just me and O.E., I shoot a slug off of weak and making sure my shit heat

Save your death certificate receipt ‘cause life don’t come cheap

About five thousand G’s to put you six feet deep

But compliments of me, it’s free

Murder dead red ‘em to the tie ‘cause I fed him

Human meat in my Cutlass wrapped up in wax paper

I don’t be fuckin' with niggas, I do my own capers

Roll vegas, chocolate Phillies, and them brown paper zags

55 percent of my cash be on the green minty bags

Drag niggas like Newports down the street to the spot

And rape ‘em with the AK barrel, shoot like a sparrow after it pop

Bounce with one more ounce to smoke, that’s how it goes

From Sacramento to the S-O-C-A-L-A with Snoop D-O-double the G-Y

Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide

Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide

Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide

Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide

Vida loca, let me smoke’a

I’m in the game, fuck the fame, making niggas know my name

You could call me G, or you could call me Dub

But nigga make sure, you show me plenty love

I’m riding Eastsiders, 6-deuce and four Impalas

Staying lowkey while my killers pop collars

Potna, playa, you 5 on it hater

Nigga, this LBC, fool, y’all scrubs can’t fade us

Back to the game, don’t fuck me

Big Snoop Dogg and X-to-the-Z

Most of y’all could never get this deep

Get involved or get slapped with the heat

Back the fuck up, it’s my turn now

Put trust in you and just got let down

Tinted sounds, stick around for the work

Shake the spot, you run from gunshot

Hennessy rap, I love to smoke pot

Used to buck niggas with Glock, slang rock

Before I punch a 9-to-5 clock, me and mine go right out to your spot

Kick the door down for old time’s sake

Release the hate from this snub .38

Kick it with niggas that push rhymes like weight

Golden State, give a fuck if you relate, bitch

Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide

Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide