Em 
Look Big Snoop Dogg 
Occupation real 
 Am                         C 
Conversation sk*ll show you how to make a mill' 
         Em 
Pimpin' cath me on tour 
                             Am 
I headline the bill with beatufil bitches 
        C 
I done been to brazil 
       Em 
Nigga, aks fo' real, my pockets is filled 
     Am                       C 
Big money I'm the boss of my gangsta feel 
              Em 
They say they got the cure, well I ain't takin the pill 
         Am                       C 
I'm a stillkeep the gangsta after fifteen years 
Ya digg 
Em 
Can't give it up gettin money the way that I live 
Am                    C 
The king of the west coast I'm runnin this shit 
Em 
Big snoop dogg nigga you know what it is 
Am                        G 
The forty calli screw yo face like you f*ckin with this 
Em 
No cure for the cash nigga my pockets big 
Am 
Kush weed is the best, so why would I quit 
Em 
High flyin in the ?? 
Am                    C 
I drop em down pick em up yes I am the pimp 
Em 
What you thought, doggystyle all up in yo bitch 
Am 
If theres a cure for getttin money theres the opposite 
Em 
Never give it up, man I love this shit 
Am 
Blunt after blunt, hit after hit 
Em 
Six fo low ridin with the candy kidden 
Am 
If theres a cure fo beein gangsta I dont want this shit 
 
Em Am 
Em Am 
 
                  Em 
A mother fo the sunrise sposed to hit the block 
           D 
Lil bad mothaf*cka pull the pockets pull the rocks 
                       Em     Am D 
Learned to throw them thangs 
 
Em Am 
 
Em 
Let me tell you why they call me snoop doggy dogg 
Am                     C 
I got a lot of bitches plus this nigga stay sharp 
Em 
Now follow me, as I creep through the fog 
      Am                           C 
Is secure for this shit you better keep It out of dodge 
          Em 
Before I put you in some shit 
                               D 
You really got to swap, then call the hustle boys 
To get you mothaf*ckas robbed 
Em 
Is five in the mornin' 
                                  Am 
I climb in my zone, I'm from the LBC 
            C 
Where the climate is cold 
    Em 
And I know you player hatas got your eyes on my dope 
         Am 
Cause I spit that real shit 
In your ear you can ?? 
       Em 
Spend summers on the beach 
Hidden gears on the boat 
      Am                          D 
Fifty G's all in twennys keep the duffel bag closed 
               Em 
What you call heat 
Eat a nigga'ho 
        Am                           C 
Fo you chain snatchion niggas tryna size up my gold 
Em 
Its the problem, I dont need no antidote 
Am 
No cure nigga, I let the wound heal slow 
Em 
I gotta keep it gangsta makin moves on the road 
Am                           D 
Tour bus full of weed smoke, bitches n' hoes 
            Em 
I've been doin this fo years 
Nigga thats how it goes 
            Am 
Is the big boss dogg I'm the truth untold 
      Em 
West coast camping no mean to brag the boss 
    Am                         C 
The benz or the porche, I done have them both 
      Em 
Lil snoop count my money cut my fingers its mo 
            Am 
Its the celebration, grab yo glass n' toast