Lyrics:
I don't wanna sell yay
Get my door kicked in by the kkk
Shoulda said the police
Lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice
from the tracks
the stacks
Before I open my mouth, I get all the facts
I could never fall off, it's too many hot tracks
I'm affiliated with too many hot cats
To end up,
doing I do it full pace
Got a lil bittie she all on my phone
But I'm riding solo say leave me alone
Just know when I started, was all by myself
Finna
know how shit travel, word of mouth, have them kick-in boys all in my house
Knockin' down my glass door, tryin' to rip up my marble floor
But ain't
so far
Then I come right back
Hit the sonar
You ain't on my map
You got no baaars
You ain't on my track
Withdrawal cuz the buzz like crack
You got no
(Named Snoop)
[Snoop Dogg]
10-20-71, the day I come out
Two days later, I'm running my mouth
Mom's put a bottle to my grill
I look her in the face
Snoop)
[Snoop Dogg]
10-20-71, the day I come out
Two days later, I'm runnin' my mouth
Mom's put a bottle to my grill
I look her in the face and I say
dis evenin
All dem z's is makin me feel fatigue
So I gotta beat it
KiD can ill da scene
Why you teasin about diseases
Oh my Jesus
Dis da track datchu
know you feel the track my baby stick.
It's gonna be the nation under one groove. The world under one move.
The christian followers temporarily lose.
the mentals
First saw Big Daddy at the place called Union Square
If you went in by yourself, it was a terror
See, I could do that 'cause my crew is kinda
naw
Whatchu wanna do
When im spittin these bars ain't no way I can be under you, uh
All my blessings come in twos
Take a private jet soon as I flew by
the statue
My physical is pure, covered in no tattoo
Chillin' in my throne, the man's home is his castle
You only got a one track mind or what have you
I need
Every week we taking trips baby
Got damn it I just came up
All gold like King Tut
All my shit blinged up
Never got my chain tucked
Shorty ass so fat I
niggas really don't know me
I Chill on the side like your chrome be
Blowing up shit like the phone be
Do my dirt all by my lonely
Taking that cheese like
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been here since 03
Heard that he be joking we gone catch him in the streets
Went n hit up Bro who said he tryna grill some beef
Stealing from my bro
lil B gon bring hats
SLAB soldiers on every track
My nigga we did that
Step back with all that hating
And faking we riding 4's
Now days the boulevard
We
destroy the earth with rap
Imagine pain worse than that, my niggas coppin' birds of crack
Servin' track, cock back and burst the gat
I want my turf back,
Originoo Gunn Clap you
And it's no doubt I keep your whole crew under pressure
Heltah Skeltah stalkin' smooth ayo my sides by the stretcher
Ready to get
Phiillies and Swishers get
Pass it on to my n***** really holding
Cap that s***, wrap that s****, smoke it
Relax, all these moments golden
Cup was overflowing
all the girls, tomb raider
No be Lara Croft
Perscoba, I dissed Adele, ne ti awu tisɛ Santaclaus
All of my haters black and white
Alewa I dey chew them
cause I'm just gone tell you that I'm fine (Man I'm fine)
Lately I been struggling I been terrified
All these murders on my mind just like when Kell died
see them agents can't hold me
E and Slim on the track, we like Shaq and Kobe
Alley-oop out the Coupe, and my troops gon' march
From the south
thoed you know me, see them agents can't hold me
E and Slim on the track, we like Shaq and Kobe
Alley-oop out the Coupe, and my troops gon march
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