Lyrics:
All got habits, marijuana to static
By two cats and coats with automatics (rrrah)
St. Louis is the Truth like Sojourner (what)
Don't need a burner,
a black Beamer
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal
It feel
me and snoop about to clown
I am losin' my religion
I am vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game
But you got some rules
exotic, I'm eccentric
I'm erotic relentless
And if Snoop Dogg is the king then
You know who the prince is
Now crown me the Quikness
Terrace Martin, Kurupt
bitches
I can't even go on IG and slide IG pictures
My life is a movie on widescreen, nigga
So one eye open like Fozzi, nigga
'Cause I be at the dice game
to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat/now what you hear is not a test--i'm rappin to the beat/and me,
when they ask for pictures
Thinkin' Cali just fun and bitches
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other niggas copycats, these is
to the strip, I gotta check my money makers
[Snoop Dogg]
Do it to 'em now and save some for later
[Chorus]
Dogghouse niggaz, we ridaz
We always got a car
a gangsta party
Now give me fifty feet
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatever's left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering
a gangsta party
Now give me fifty feet
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatever's left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering
drug corps still dealin’
Police still ridin’ ‘round the ‘hood set trippin’
Snoop Dogg still Crippin’, Mike Jones still tippin’
And Sly deSilva still been
the fedz if my regrets be real
I can't explain why all my mother fuckin enimies is gettin killed
We No Limit Soldiers I thought I told ya
Make
wanna do nun else but spin
I'm not talking bout snoop dogg when I say we got juice and gens
Lil bro say he like older girls so I tell all them he my twin
Yeah, yeahLil jon and east side boyz (that's right bitch)
Suga Free (Suga Free)
Bad Boy Snoop Dogg, Oobie wassup girl
And this nigga right here
[Too $hort]
Album number 12
Short Dogg still in the house
I ain't going back into retirement
Life is
Anything is possible try hard
It ain't
like "wassup"
I told 'em: "follow me"
They knew I had it cracking, B
One said, "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Yeah, that's me, Ching-a-ling
('cause no one told me)
Deontay Wilder lost his first fight
He got beat up by Tyson, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mike
Oh, the Tyson that he got beat up by was
me and snoop about to clown
I am losin' my religion
I am vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game
But you got some rules
trust
If ya bands is up
A man in some hand-me downs will
Be like "Hands is up" ante up
If I don't win then my family fucked
And I was told
"Don't hold ya
Peace
The 213
The 7 off 7
The 4 when the ride got off.
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
It be the main did they
I'm bout to get in
Used to be situp,
dogg
I'm 'a ride 'til I die, p told me to take the world on
This be the realest shit, we be the realest click
We got 'em all, even moms at the store
niggas dogg
I'm 'a ride 'til I die, P told me to take the world on
This be the realest shit, we be the realest click
We got 'em all, even moms
that way and I'm gone handle my business fool
Just like my nigga Snoop Dogg told me
You gotta be down for your shit, why you can homey
Cause you's about
you out a house at home
Throw your lighters up for Snoop Dogg
Nigga what y'all for?
Comin' in is the boss, drippin' with sauce
Bitch it ain't my fault,
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