Pressure Lyrics – Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre

Read the full Pressure lyrics by Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Snoop Dogg’s music, you can also explore Last Dance With Mary Jane and Hard Knocks, two other songs by Snoop Dogg.

[Intro]
Snoop, Snoop, Snoop
Ah, ah

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Got this city on my back, n!gga, Eastside savages
Pistol grip pump on my lap, automatic s*it
Indo smoke, fu*king with a n!gga cataracts
Roll down the windows, sound of the battle axe
Popo outside looking for the shooter
Whole set with me, we don’t need no approval
Always sleep with one eye open, Snoop Dogg the ruler

Finger on the trigger, watching these n!ggas
Swinging down on my chariot dodging the law
Looking in my rearview, n!gga, guess who I saw (Who?)
Dre the dopeman cooking that dope
He was serving that bass, I was selling that coke
Doing ’bout a hunnid on these century spokes
With a pocket full of money and a fat ass rope
Precious diamonds on my fingers like I’m Lord of the Rings
Lifting up my left leg just to piss on your dreams

[Pre-Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre]
Now when I let the dog out
These pu*sy cats get frisky
I think you took the wrong route
My n!gga, that s*it risky
Psycho, I know, you don’t want a light show
Eyes low, maestro, smoking on that nitro

[Chorus: K.A.AN.]
Motherfu*ker, be real (Be real, pressure)
No, you don’t wanna fu*k with the Man of Steel (Oh, oh, pressure)
And look at her in them heels
Do anything for a dollar bill
Talking ’bout mass appeal, ooh (Oh my god)
Pressure

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Been a long time coming, now we back on the move
Nothing to prove, it’s just another rendezvous
Speaking of which, I’m looking for a b!tch to please
Which of these in need of a different breed?, yeah
Yard dog in the yacht club, no etiquette
She said she wanna eat a hot dog, I’ma relish it
You ever met a billionaire with a million fetishes?
This ain’t for the delicate, all my s*it is effortless (Dead)
That’s how I like my fu*king presidents
Thirty years later and your n!gga still relevant
Top of the world, yeah, n!gga, that’s my residence
Eastside Crip s*it, gang bang etiquette

[Pre-Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre]
Now when I let the dog out
These pu*sy cats get frisky
I think you took the wrong route
My n!gga, that s*it risky
Psycho, I know, you don’t want a light show
Eyes low, maestro, smoking on that nitro

[Chorus: K.A.A.N.]
Motherfu*ker, be real (Be real, pressure)
No, you don’t wanna fu*k with the Man of Steel (Oh, oh, pressure)
And look at her in them heels
Do anything for a dollar bill
Talking ’bout mass appeal, ooh (Oh my god)
Pressure