Hell Yeah (stone Cold Steve Austin Theme)

Snoop Dogg

Composed by: Calvin Broadus
{*sound of glass shattering*} 

[Snoop] Yeah, ha ha, Snoop Dogg 
[W.C.] Dub C.. heh, yeah 
[Snoop] All up in here, bay-bay.. yeah 
[W.C.] Uh-huh 
[Snoop] Straight G thang, yeah 

[W.C.] 
Code of the night is droppin these thangs on your dome

Hittin up my enemies, mad doggin em with a heart full
of stone 
BLAM BLAM! Kickin yo' door down, throwdown, dirty and
low down 
It's bout to go down, who ready for the showdown? 
Which one of y'all wanna be the first to get tossed in
the tussle 
Buckle, choked up by these muscles and, taste these
knuckles 
Lost I'm runnin em all, haters I'm gunnin em all 
Tricks I done done em all then I ain't go no love for
none of y'all 
I'm comin through like a Brougham, givin it up with
both hands 
Slaughterin your whole fam, rippin up the program 
Total chaos, deadly as snake eyes, so cain't 
none of you bustaz hurt me - fool I'm a G with no
mercy 

[Snoop Dogg] 
When I say, "Hell" - you say, "Yeah" 
(c'mon) Hell - yeah (c'mon) hell - YEAH 
(c'mon) Hell - YEAH! (everybody c'mon) hell - YEAH! 
(everybody-body) Hell - YEAH! 
(c'mon, c'mon) Hell - yeah (ha ha) 

Chorus: Snoop Dogg 

If you down with these hits say HELL YEAH 
If you came to get busy say HELL YEAH 
If you like what you see say HELL YEAH 
If you down with me, say HELL YEAH 
If you like what you see say HELL YEAH 
If you came to get busy say HELL YEAH 
If you down with 'Stone Cold' say HELL YEAH 
Party people in the house say HELL YEAH 

[W.C.] 
Gettin my bail on, swell on, far from a rookie 
I SPIT in your face and look at ya dare ya to say
somethin to me 
Temper tantrum, smash random, quick to put you in a
casket 
The fool that run up is that fool to get his ass
kicked 
{???} you the ones, it's an open invitation 
These ass-kickins I'm dishin they got no
discrimination 
Patience, long gone, I'ma, chalkin em off 
Walkin up bombin on sight cause I'm through talkin to
y'all 
Hands up loc I'm lit up, fed up, ready to bust, shakin
em up 
Wettin em up, slangin these knuckles cameras I'm
gettin em up 
Raised on the turf where we, slay for the turf 
And I'm the realest rider to walk the, face of this
Earth 
Strapped you best to be, ain't no standin next to me 
Checkin me, thought I warned you cowards about testin
me 
Pressin me, see the game of pain, yo I'ma plug it 
I'm so rugged -- shhhh, I'm cold blooded 

Chorus 

[W.C.] 
Yeah, y'all know what time it is 
Y'all know how it's goin down 
No surrender no retreat no takedown 
Beanie Mac cookin up the track 
That's right, Snoop Dogg and Dub-C ridin in the back 
Make sure y'all know what time it is 
Huh huh, yeah, we gon' make this happen 
for everybody out there, the heat bangers, and
headbangers 
Check this out - what's crackin homey? 

Chorus 

[Snoop] 
All up in this be-i-itch!
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