Lyrics:
better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party
Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
Cold thing
more, I just don't give a fuck.
So if you're thinking about coming and stepping to me,
keep this in mind: I'm a motherfucking O.G.
Snoop:
Lets
a bad hue
Like a case of code blue code red yeah she flowing red that's a code too
Imma get by like I'm supposed to its cultural
With a stink eye
my real O.Gs
All night I'm sipping with my real O.Gs
Spent all my life around Real O.Gs
2 stepping a little bit but I move like a G
Slow with
its accomodations
of mind, crashes in
rhythm of sand
thought
Big frigging shoulders
on that sonofabitch
Parle, O, parle, mer, parle,
Sea speak
I'm talking about
Friends, ones we can depend on
I'm talking 'bout a friend to the end if I lose or I win
If my loot gettin thin
Waz up
You still my
crash the wall
Doggy D-O-double G in the motherfucking Gran Turismo 3
Doin' things, I'm picking up speed while I'm switching lanes
Doin' bout a hundred
M-O-E, bitch
E-Z
On the grind, straight gettin' it
Bout my cheese like Junior Kid
That money talk, I speak fluently
The dime size keep evokin' me
Outside starlight
You’ll be flying high by my side
L O V E
Do you wanna ride in my car
I’m saying
L O V E
Do you wanna get down in my car
So if you want it
my story, could care less who likes it
I'm not gonna read my life, promise I'm gone write it
Don't let them days gon' pass you by
Don't let them days
I'm tryna tell these niggas
Gotta get our shit together
I'm looking in the mirror
Staring at the fucking devil
Man I been feeling blue
I could be
plan a trip
I'm gone I'm on the runway
Flexin on'em everyday
Get it in Monday
Break it down the same day
The 1st on Thursday
It's gone by Wednesday
It's M-O-E, so all I need is more chips
Swag stand out like pimples
And cold-sore lips
Ugh! Pill hotter than a snotty nose
Body doze, who not exposed
It's M-O-E, so all I need is more chips
Swag stand out like pimples
And cold-sore lips
Ugh! Pill hotter than a snotty nose
Body doze, who not exposed
by far in ya life
I got heroin by the balloons, kabooms and mushrooms
And my 38. specialist puttin' banker's in they tomb's
I'm one, shot, killed,
hunnies wearing silk robes
Time to flip the script, bust the whip
Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped
To the feds, catch me if you can
I'm
the long years
When the clouds brought their tears
Those two eyes o' blue
Kept smilin' through at me
And if ever I'm left in this world all alone
I
stops
I'm a whiskey drinkin s.o.b.
If you don't like that then you won't like me
I'm an outlaw. I said I'm an outlaw!
Fire up the Harley, now I'm off
it's like a tuba
This crack, you ain't shit but a consumer (uh)
I rap like I'm sick or got a tumor (uh)
Relapse when I hit you with this blue one (uh)
enter two by two
And four by four
But we not square I'm sure that boy
What Rinzay "you know that boy"
I get it
Black like cof
better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party
Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
Cold thing
to find my flaws
Colder shoulders, broke by boulders and I pulled the lucky straw
With my friends and my mentors
I stopped searching for the centre
I'm
Zone 6 (yeah)
Mountain Park, yeah, the red brick and the blue brick
From Sun Valley (huh?) to Leila Valley
Was selling bags by the pound like it's
Ain't nobody that's real ever knew y'all
Second to none and I'm dealing with Marshall
This time I never come down, deal with the blue balls
You ain't
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