Lyrics:
come on
[Snoop Dogg]
Hey, be -A-D this D-O-G, you got some Chronic smoke
I'm at the house, fresh out, Dogg and burned out
I can't find it so I
I'm buzzing
I spot ah fly
Taking off like a rocket man
Elton John
I'm mr miyagi you Daniel son
Speed it up with you're bitch
I'ma Gunna
I'ma call up my
'm feelin' myself
And with the number one single, I'm feelin' my wealth
Yeah, Now what you know about me
Call me Mr. '08, 'cause this year about me
I
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Oh)
We finna smoke out that piggity-pack
Talk on the gang and lil buddy get whacked
Huh, yeah, I'm running it back
Stay wit them
selfish and I'll smoke my weed with no one
You know me
I'm young Happy P
Kick back aand blow a sweet
While my niggas move keys
Bitch please
I got G's
silver froze call me Mr. Freeze gold on like I'm Mr. T
Gold on like I'm Mr. T Gold on like I'm mr. T
I pity the fool disrespecting me I spent a few k
between me & you is you know that I get respect
I been fuckin' bitches, never tell the next about the next
OTM we comin' grab lil shawty, choke her by
Buck 10 is
Who Mr. 10 off a laptop is
Don't get that shit wrong nigga
He only pull up when the cash out
When I pull up you know its straight bread
Uh Uh
chains just like Mr.T
I pity the fool try run up on me
I aint going outside today no-no-no-no-no
I feel like NBA Youngboy, I been here before look
coast
It’s all G
We got good smoke
No need to trip
Flipping off shit
Miss me with that fuck shit
I ain't care bout shit but good vibes
No liabilities
written, we spend time spittin' in the booth
Sometimes it's like a pigeon coop
But it's all for the cause, yeah, so I'm
Gonna continue to MC and smoke
Don't need the facts
Just wanna act
Mr. Speaker
Mr. Speaker
Mr. Speaker, I think and suspect
That this fool sits in office behind his new desk
Unaware
Straight dope game, I was told
I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin' they body
Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature 'cause
It's ya boy Mr. 17-5,
Lil mama whole the strap and the work while I drive, (jea)
Take it out the wrap and I put it on the scale,
But keep that on da
yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm smooth, uh, I'm one smooth lil' dude, uh
Only 22, richer than you and your whole crew, nigga
Call me Mr. Glock, I
lost it (What?)
I can’t tell by the way these
White kids still mosh pit (yeah, okay)
I’m ashamed
That lil chain you rock ain’t a thang
(Facts, oh)
I got
we're up in smoke
Glued down by a gorilla
In a super silver haze
Looking for Cinderella
Only got 99 days
I'm fishing for black tuna
Jet fuel to keep
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
smokin yo’ moves
Flexin to hoes
Tryna be cool
Lil’ bro you a fool
I can take yo bitch
And show you what to do
(Ah) Like this
Young nigga I Ball
Like my
ain't know I was broke
Used to walk up the boulevard me and lil bro
Now I pull out garages with smoke in my throat
They see I'm a G now they wanna see
Ayo, Nick, you a fool for this one
Since lil bro been gone, I been sliding and sliding
On the nine every day while y'all hiding
Y'all got lucky,
this you bloody lucky it missed
While fists governed by piss capish cruising to his
You wouldn't fight me as a sober man
You shit where you live
I have
skills
Streets is talking whole hood's whispering
Careful what I say 'cause I know dem folks listening
It's ya boy Mr. 17-5
Lil' mama whole the strap
to see this nigga everyday up at the school
I mean dude was cool type of fool
who always said what he meant
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by
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