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Lyrics:
{*sound of cameras flashing*}
Yo, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Stop the cameras, stop the press, stop the press
Now, Bill – this yo' nigga, Snoop Dogg
Now answer me this – did you fuck that bitch or what?!
That's actually, not the first time that question's been asked...
But, since, I believe, and I think any person – reasonable person
Would believe, that that is not covered, in the definition of sexual
Relations I was given – ahh...
I'm not going to answer it, except to refer to my statement
I had intimate... contact with her that was inappropriate
I do not believe any of the contacts I had with her violated the definition I was given
Therefore, I believe I... did not, do anything but testify truthfully on these matters
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes?
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie-ie...?
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes?
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie-ie...?
Lies, lies, stories, and alibis
Big Mac in the land of the small fries
Everyone lies and tries to get by
Some of us drink, while most just get high
You tryin' to cover up the holes in your sneakers
You need to put your motherfuckin' face to the speakers (Ba-bom, ba-bom)
And quit tryin' to run from it (Holla, holla at me)
And c'mere, you big dummy (Dumb ass nigga)
Don't you know you can't run from the Dizz-ogg?
I'm down with Gizz-od, the long arm of the lizz-aw
Y'all–niggas know what's happening, you turn your back again
And I'm bound to get it cracklin', I'm back again
And everybody happy for me – ain't that the truth?
That's a motherfuckin' lie (Fuck that fool)
Black folks stick together 'til we die? Hmm...
That'll be the day
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes?
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie-ie...?
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes?
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie-ie...?
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Smoke so much dope they call me Snoopy Pryor (Well, goddamn!)
Which way is up? I'm tryin' to get higher
I won't stop puffin' 'til I retire
My bitches, my nigga – they off the wire
They love-ly, they love me, call me 'Sire'
Movie star bitches, the ones you desire
Angela Bassett, Tyra, Mariah – the flyest, the flyer
See, most bitches like fuckin' with a rider
Slide her, to the side-r, invite her
To a gangsta party–provide her {*laughing*}
With a lot of meat by-products (Mm)
And beat the puddin' pop and got up
She licked the dick, from the top to the bottom
{*Woo woo woo woo*} (That's a bad bitch!)
Then she grabbed me by my nuts, and said 'Hmm, I got 'em!'
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes?
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie-ie...?
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes?
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie-ie...?
Lies, lies, stories, and alibis
Big Mac in the land of the small fries
Everyone lies and tries to get by
Some of us drink, while most just get high
{*Kokane scats and ad libs to the music*}
Ah, what's the use of the truth...
If you can't tell a lie sometimes?
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