Lyrics:
to my hideout, cause I'm smokin' that spinach
and stayin' strong to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry baby
But I gotta
to my hideout, cause I'm smokin' that spinach
and stayin' strong to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry baby
But I gotta
난 멋있게 잘해서 마이크 잡아챘어
Young Microphone checker
니꺼 다 뺏어
Young Busyness mane
smoking 넌 pass out
니꺼 다 개판 난
feel like snoop doggy dogg
bitch들과 doggy style
two bottles at the same damn time
Placin' orders and can't even finish all of it
No phone in my loop, no holes in my crew
No flaws in my chain, my
bothered by it at all
Prayin' for my downfall, dig you deeper in y'alls
And that's that real shit
It's not what goes into the body
It's what's comin' out
Dogg and Snoop
Fell in love with rap before these rappers usin' autotune
Then bada-boom, dropped out of school and copped a mic, hopped in the booth
a Mercedes for these tricks
That thought I quit
Then got a drop top Jag for
These bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack
I'm smokin' bud in the back
to deal with the pain
At an early age, smokin' dolja, mane had to maintain
Take the strain off the brain, focus my thoughts on the game
Put myself in
like Dre and Snoop Dogg,
as long as we together, we can have it all.
[JD]
Ha, you know what I'm talking about.
When you love a man, sing to him,
[Chorus]
[Charlie Wilson]
ghetto fabulous - living like this
I'm so happy, yeah!
'cause I'm ghetto fabulous (repeat)
[Snoop Dogg] (enters
Hatin' on me, 24, you a fuckin' bum
Bitch, I'm always off them drugs when I'm in the club
I ain't smokin' on a dub, I got lots of bud
All these bitches
a puff
West coast
From Arizona
Straight to California
Show some love like you listening to Tupac and Dr Dre
Snoop Dogg and Ice cube
Eazy E and cypress hill
know
I wanna love you (love you), you already know
I wanna love you (love you), you already know, girl
Money in the air as mo' fell
Grab you by
know
I wanna fuck you (fuck you), you already know
I wanna fuck you (fuck you), you already know, girl
Money in the air as mo' fell
Grab you by
it off homie yeah
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
All by your lonely
If you have to call me lil' blast master, KIS
(Cus we just don't give a fuck)
Summer time roof off
Drivin' round with my shoes off
She's singing along with that Snoop Dogg
And that 2Pac
And that's too hot
All eyes on you can't
just like mathematics
If you do it for free, then it's ass backwards
All of you bitches is mad at me
Probably mad 'cause you ain't in my tax bracket
know
I wanna love you (love you), you already know
I wanna love you (love you), you already know, girl
Money in the air as mo' fell
Grab you by
pipe and the bong
And we take all that smoke to our lungs
A nigga got love for the bud and I'm smokin' it up until I'm feelin' numb
When I'm getting
I spent my first two years gettin' high
By smokin' dollar joints rolled outta 1.5's
That was 'round '84, '85
Smoke all week for the dimes
Now
niggas and me releasin
Bone and CD's
With money steady increasin
For houlagans like me
Money by all means
Smokers gone pay for daytons
Smokin on collard
please
Count 'em man, there's about 12, 13, 14 bad bitches
It's me, two of my homies, drinkin', we smokin'
I see all the ballers in the house, what's up
anotha hit and get lit
Humbo County bud is tha shit
Imma rap this zero voodoo
Makin' all these girlies, hoohoo
And I might go crazy, coocoo
From smokin
wit the ballers, yeah, or my nigaros
I can tell you what they say haters, if you want to know
They say ooh wee
When I'm roll in my Mercedes, all
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