“nuthin’ but a golf thang” by calvin “snoop dogg” broadus (feat. tiger “tigre” woods)
one, two, three and to the fo’
snoop doggy dogg and tigre is at the do’
ready to make a tee time, so back on up
(‘cause you know we ‘bout to rip shit up).gimme the taylormade first, so I can drive with a bubble.
cypress and long beach together, now you know you in trouble.ain’t nothing but a golf thang, baby!
two decked out g’s so we’re crazy!
nike is the label that pays me!
unfadable, so please don’t try to fade this (hell yeah).but, uh, back to the twosome at hand
perfection is perfected, so i’m ‘a let ‘em understand
from a young g’s perspective.
and before me dig out a divot i have ta’ use a progressive.
you never know i could be floppin’ a shot,
and droppin’ a shot, and at the same time toppin’ a shot.
now you know i ain’t wit that shit, lieutenant
ain’t no primary rough good enough to get a bogey ’cause i’m up in it.
now that’s realer than real-deal holyfield
and now all you hookers and hosels know how i feel.
well if i’m good enough to break out the proper club
i’ll take a small piece of some of that chunky duff.it’s like this and like that and like this and uh
it’s like this and like that and like this and uh
it’s like this and like that and like this and uh
tigre, creep to the tee like a phantom.well i’m chippin’, and it lip-in, so i’m championshipin’
but i damn near missed the cut, ‘cause my vardon overlap grip kept slippin’.
now it’s time for me to make my impression felt
so sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt.
you never been on a round like this before
with a golfer who can rap and construe the contour
at the same time with the dope rhyme that i kick
you know, and i know, i stroke some ol’ funky sticks.
to add to my green jacket collection, account for the wind direction
read the slope, take a putting stroke, but don’t choke.
if ya’ do, ya’ have no clue
of what me and my homey snoop dogg came to do.it’s like this and like that and like that and uh
it’s like that and like this and like that and uh
it’s like this, then who gives a fuck about those?
so jus’ chill, through the next couple holes.fadin’ back on that grass off a hellified masters tee.
gettin’ fuzzy like zoeller and his old batch o’ collard greens.
it’s the capital-s, oh yes, the fresh-n-double-o-p
d-o-double-g-y d-o-double-g ya’ see
showin’ much flex when it’s time to wreck a titleist
pimpin’ holes with an interlocking grip like my name was nicklaus.
yeah, and it don’t quit.
i think they in a mood for some mothafuckin’ golf shit.so tigre (what up dogleg?).
we gotta give ‘em what dey want (what’s that, snoop?)
we gotta break ‘em off somethin’ (hell yeah)
and there ain’t no mulligans (city of cypress)!it’s where it takes place, so i’m a ask your attention.
puttin’ like a mothafucka, and i ain’t missin’
droppin’ the eagle that’s makin the sucka golfers wanna scramble.
when i’m on the green, it’s like a cookie, they all crumble
try to get close, and your ass’ll get whacked.
my mothafuckin homie doggy dogg has got my back.
never let me yip, ‘cause if i yip, then i’m slippin’
but if I got my lob wedge, then you know i’m straight chippin’
and I’m a continue to put the rap down, keep the hacks down
and if your caddies talk shit, i have ta’ put the smack down.
yeah, and ya’ don’t stop.
i told you i’m just like bobby jones with my sticks and my stones
but i’m never off, always on, unlike mickelson.
c-y-p-r-e-double-s, and the city they call long beach
puttin’ the shit together
like my gangsta federer, no one can do it better.like this, that and this and uh
it’s like that and like this and like that and uh
it’s like this, than who gives a fuck about those?
so jus’ chill, ‘til the eighteenth hole.he was off, like mickelson, at the pga championship.
yeah, when he was on the green, he was like that cookie that crumbled.
i guess there was some primary enough good enough for him to get a bogey up in it.
unlike his gangsta federer, he didn’t put his shit together.
