Songtext Doin' too much Snoop Dogg

Doin' too much

[Snoop Dogg]
[inhales]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo Quik check this out dog

You know mothafuckers be doin way way too mothafuckin much

You know? That's real

Just like baby right here, she doin too much


Now if that nigga next to you got a rented car

And he actin like it's his but you know it's not

Say he doin too much, yeah nigga you doin too much

And if that stuck-up bitch got the bar posted-up

She actin like that hair's hers but you know what's up

Say she doin too much, yeah baby you doin too much


I gave my kinfolk the keys to my Suburb
I told em "Hit the side and slide and get the herb"

But guess who's callin, Pipedream Patty
Made that nigga park my whoride beside the alley

Forget about that nigga though (fuck that nigga)

Fuck that nigga yo
But I can't forget about him cuz he taught me everything I know

Oh no Joe, walkin down the wrong lane

Tootin on that cocaine, fuckin wit that wrong thang

Niggas like that (what), get things like they want it (damn)
Then fake the funk, doggonnit

Now loc, look at this predicament

You smoked out and can't be trusted, I can't kick it wit
Niggas like you, used to be in my crew

Goddamn, they don't make niggas like they used to

I remember Marley Marl and the Juice Crew
That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce-deuce


Now if you're doin for your family and you can't stand it

Cuz you know these mothafuckers tryin take advantage

Say they doin too much, yeah nigga you doin too much

And if your kinfolk broke and he smoke dope

And he need to catch a mothafuckin different stroke

Say he doin too much, yeah Joey you doin too much


We parlay, parlay everyday DPG style

We might throw a pool party every once in a while

Now in fact we gon' do one this weekend
Let's see how many hoes me and my nigga Rose can weed in

I believe in, sharin the cock

Also, I believe in comparin the cock

Look, don't knock a nigga like me (why?)
Cuz she love the way I just beat up the pussy

Not just knee deep, she was totally deep

When she went down on me

She blew a nigga socks off, got a nigga rocks off

Ooh wee, baby you's a freak

Put my homey up on game like a gangsta

But my homey fell in love and he banked her
Ain't that a trip? Now we in a twist

Back in the county wit the red ribbon on his wrist


Now when a nigga hit his girl and she don't hit back

And he get his third strike wit no get back

Say he doin too much, yeah homey you doin too much

And when the homey in the pen, doin a sin

And his girlfriend fuckin wit his best friend

Say she doin too much, hell yeah she doin too much

I'm livin up in the hills, wine sippin wit mills
I'm havin major type of paper, I ain't trippin off bills (still)
Show me some respect and accept my coolness

And don't mistake my kindness to mean I'm foolish

Use this as a warning, cuz I'm startin

To figure it's some niggas think I'm soft as Charmin
Pardon me, cuz I ain't mad when you get bent

But I hate when fools mistake me for U.S. 'spray?
Friends and family, gettin after me like repo

Eat, smoke, choke then want me to throw em a c-note

You doin too much when you clutchin on my touch-tone

Callin strays over nigga leadin months gone

Conversate for fo' hours, wastin mo' power

And only get to hit a cold shower

You fakin like you're makin more moves than Simpson
But frontin, pushin buttons, doin nuttin but sin


And when a nigga on yo' phone, runnin up yo' bill

Tryin to tell some hoodrat bitch how he feel

You know he doin too much, yeah nigga you doin too much

And when your baby momma cryin bout she need some milk

And you heard some other nigga did been at her tilt

You know she doin too much, yeah baby you doin too much
That's real