Lyrics:
4, 3, 2 And 1 (And three, two, one)
Here we go now
We're coming back from the bathroom break
Had a pretty good pee
But over in the distance I can see
and gangsta!
[Chorus - Mr. G'stacka]
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's
We slide wit ease
there is none
Lord you've been so good
Twenty-two
But I'm still way in love with you
Like it's my first day with you
Jesus, I'm over the moon
I will spend
prevailed
It started way back in the eighth grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class
Where everything he
opinions
Proverbs two four, Matthew six twenty brother that's eternal riches
Proverbs two five going back to one seven
Verse six God said it
Genesis
growth
Twenty-Four Seven siting under the car port
That was way back before hair on chess grew
I ain't come up rich but I have a rich soul
All the pretty
(drugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
yo yo yo
(verse two) {1:30}
Now it's gangs out here
Cats pass we flaggin', blue n red
Back to the regular life when sun was still so bright we chillin' no fight
Got my homies like side by side we ain't even need a whip we just pull up with
At eleven BB guns and hooping and then tuned to a fight
Living good I'm feeling nice twenty racks up off the dice
Watch how I play her just like a sax she
so I'm good bitch
I been handling business
Now I'm back up on my hood shit
Two plus two
Don't equal four no more
Let's get that understood bitch
I dun
(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
drove her
Back to the bar but
She was difficult to forget
I wasn't working and I slept until 2 pm
Then got up and read the paper
I was in the bathtub when
won't faze him
So many blackmen die for drugs
I think back on the way life was
Before rock cocaine started runnin' thangs
And drive-by shootings was
Yeah, never knew what I was trying to become
Feelin so fly, got my girl louis vuitton, yeah
All the times I spend, worrying at night
Distracted by
a flight)
Oh, Thanks, letting me tap from the back, Preesh
Spending my bands on clothes sheesh
Smoke a backwood get a rush off the leaf
Get to the chicken,
with a plan
I'm gonna go and live in my van
Get rid of everything I can and live with just
One spoon, two shoes, some old screws
My collector's
gaining
That heavy weight like Guappa baby entertaining
Then step two get your sexy back on
Your moves should be calculated be a Papon
Make him blow it all
was a glorious time
There were wise guys everywhere, we were around
Twenty one, twenty two at the time
Yeah every place we go, every party
People would
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo
by George ?Papa Doc? Bush. Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man."
?Company!!!?
?Macho, macho man!?
? Two-three-four.?
?
with them so it's all good
I'm with Tec-9 we be with mac's up to no good
Chorus: {2x}
Verse Three: {Lil' Ya}
It's the mac and I'm back on solo tip
I
your train roll by?
Nine-sixteen and two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five.
At nine-sixteen, two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five.
million soybeans
Two low flow toilets
And One An Inconvenient Truth DVD
I'm dreaming of a green green Christmas
One day there could be no more snow
I keep my left wrist on icy
So when the opps come looking they can find me
20/20 vision like Visine
Ice cream sauce on my feet cold just like
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