Lyrics:
battleground, you know what I mean? Make some noise
Ayy, ayy, ayy, y'all, come on
Y'all can go louder than that, now
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin', yo
I got
Here's the motherfuckin' magnificent
I'll even bag innocent motherfuckers
See suckers like there was ten I sent
So if you come in my way great, I
used to jam in the center
You had to pay so you could enter
Go to the door get frisked, just in order to get in
And if you wasn't from this town then
if they're worthy
Made a couple of hits and then we jetted back to Jersey
'86 and '87 was the year
Had the Gucci hat, rock the rac-coon fur coat
as snow
I'm a south side nigga I'm warning you
You could get smoked when
I come through, okay, okay
If sellin cocaine is what you tryna do
I could be
come at Neo, those are
Opinions, that’s perception
That’s tradition attacking people
From every which
Angle possible if you have a
Focus wide and master
vibrates the concrete
I'm sorry if you can't understand
But I need a radio inside my hand
Don't mean to offend other citizens
But I kick my volume way
froze[00:47.47]He running like shaggy[00:49.07]I know if we get caught up in the jam then he ratting[00:53.64]Lost a couple bros along the way[00:56.64]I never knew
brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th St,
knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose
You're playing so cool, obeying every rule
Deep way down in
knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose
You're playing so cool, obeying every rule
Deep way down in
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
a low profile girl smile
Throw a chick back like a blue print trial
Now you 'n' me can drink some Hennessy
Then we get it on
Mad women wantin to bone
Rocked them pearl sets
Flew in em pearl jets (ooooohhhhh)
In a style make a low profile girl smile
Throw a chick back like a blue print trial
Now you 'n'
And unawarely I trusted you
But if only G
It's Snoop, homies from the motherfuckin get-go
Devoted and quotin', back in '84
I was thirteen, G was a year
That's two nines and one thirty eight
And if you didn't know, now you know
And I'm here, traveling down memory lane
Showing you how shit was
And how shit
actresses
Bitch, you know we lyin', we fuckin' thotties on the mattresses
Ayy, pop out like a ghost
They like, "Prince Dre, boy, he back again" (uh)
If
jumbo joints, them shits cost a buck 50 for eight
And when you told me your Merlo, need more grapes
I said "Honey, you never had wine before!"
And if
Gr8Thinkaz taking them bong rips
DIRYTE EVERYDAY
Rolling up J's
I might just fry some mushrooms
For the hunger pains
I thought you knew me well
I'm just
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
got they attention real niggas
Don't switch nah we stick to the code
Them niggas you with is they real legit but you stuck in the jam
So they switching
silk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swinging, m.o.p. style
Next
clap, smack
Hit across your lips wit some shit
That make ya want to spit and do two back flips
Blue top, I clear through the air
You against me? Well I
that's facts
If I'm taking your shit you can't get that back
Do not turn his music on that's that cap
7.62 shit that's my type no Saweetie
I might
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