Lyrics:
like I'm married
And send her home with the cock swoll, did her pops know?
Little girl that he tryna protect was in the crib doin porno
[Too Short]
Down south slangin
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
[pimp c]
I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the key
I get
in wordplay while the world plays with my emotions
Hoping a little poetic therapy can keep me from needing a therapist
I hide hurt in haiku
"All little
that?
A brand-new concept:
Pop-up pictures
What about the book?
What about the book?
Did you give the publisher the book?
Yes
Good
some more, I’ll give her what you flaw, uh
You’re a little kid, go and draw, proudly sponsored by Crayola, aye
I need to wake up cause this all feels
pizza
I should be sponsered by Lil Cesar
Got them banjos i don't need Visa
Free my little sister Deidra
Told my daughter
Don't follow be a leader
I'm
a eagle
Got mo cheese then some pizza
I should be sponsered by Lil Cesar
Got them banjos i don't need Visa
Free my little sister Deidra
Told my daughter
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something
See the chain gone swing and the bottles gone pop
Me and the gang love rolling up Opps
See the chain gone swing and the bottles gone pop
Me
but silence and I got all me peeps wet got to hell tales
Wha we hail tha flesh and its
What I saw and niggaz afraid when that extra clip pops pick up
offended"
I don't make pop songs
I songs that pop in Hong Kong
It's rock your mom wants to turn the fuck off
But since my song's on she's turned the fuck
to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast
So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass!
Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly
Which reminds me of a song by
the mountains are blue
Lets pop the top and just drop the tailgate on the bank
Take a seat by the fire, tilt ya head back and have another drank
When
never seen dirty
Told me meet him at the waffle house, he got a clean .30
On my Domino's shit, only took a mean 30
My folks always on time yeah I'm
up in that bitch
Ever see a nigga pop a hundred bottles for the club
[???], get the money, get ya love
One song, blew a quarter chicken, yeah that's
How many pop stars write their own songs?
How many pop stars care? (Fuck you)
Why did I chant fuck you right there?
Cause I can do whatever I want.
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
Young ballers in the town livin' real phat
Never had the sack but I smoked a little crack
Crushed up in the weed, we call em bass rock Caddies
Goin'
it seriously or you can think it's funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
And I made the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
s o called best
A little bit of skill for the ones that lack
A lot more swag for the rest catch
They asking, I go by the Rappa the real ones are paying
my little babe
All these petals, petals, petals watch um fall
From the heavens catch us dancing by the gate
Skin softer than some petals from a daisy
Every time I see lovers walkin' by in the park
Close my eyes and I stop reminisce
To see a little baby suckin' on his mama's milk
'Ey silky smoothness
to breast
And blessin' the world with another to test, test, test
Oh-yes, oh-yes Bom-bom!
I'd like to sing a little song
Dedicated to the people who would
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