Lyrics:
you gotta die for it
Will it ever stop
Probably never will
This is how it is
Nigga this is how it is
This is how it is when you tryna get out
This is
Mello cook that shit up
I told myself
If rap don't motherfucking work we going back to the block with this shit
We ain't playing no motherfucking
This houses ghost is shallow
Sleepwalking all through the night, by candlelight
Like a fairy tale from the pages of my mind
These halls are dark
in her mouth (yeah)
And if she catch feelings
Got a feelin' I'll be out but she cool
So I'm likin' how this shit is turnin' out
(yeah)
Yeah, she know
and close your eyes
The thunder will pass us by
It's beautiful to fall apart
Oh the storm is gonna break when we start
Go ahead and close your eyes
off
Brain is running kinda slow, and I got cold cough
Hit this right but take it slow, cause people show off
Hundred miles down the road, so watch your
feels good to you baby-bubba
You see, this is for the G's and the keys, motherfucker
Now follow as we ride
Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from
feels good to you baby-bubba
You see, this is for the G's and the keys, motherfucker
Now follow as we ride
Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from
feels good to you baby-bubba
You see, this is for the G's and the keys, motherfucker
Now follow as we ride
Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from
smile said everything
When the crowd heard this
They began to grumble
He is staying at the house of a sinner.
But Zacchaeus stood his ground
Lord, I
smile said everything
When the crowd heard this
They began to grumble
He is staying at the house of a sinner.
But Zacchaeus stood his ground
Lord, I
back with a smile
Stop and look for a little while
Oh it's plain to see
The only thing missing is me
That's my house and that's my car
That's my
Like a dream in the night
As the snow settles white
There's a fire burning bright
In Massachusetts
And there's a house upon a hill
That keeps us
watching
Every child is haunted
By this crooked system
I was living with em
Praying for an answer
Hope the Lord will give em we
Came from the struggle
call me no punk
My name is Snoop D-O-double-G
And I'm the godfather of G-Funk
I'll put this shit down, like clown, Dogg Pound is my set
Nigga set
call me no punk
My name is Snoop D-O-double-G
And I'm the godfather of G-Funk
I'll put this shit down, like clown, Dogg Pound is my set
Nigga set
me Twin,
She started to grin I said get in and started a sharp spin,
Went to my house before I knew it I was fuckin' this hoe,
The skin is loose I'm
the second bar
This is slightly livelier
But no less forbidding she
Approaches another stranger)
Please, sir, help me?
There's a man that I must find
Can you
to the hood
Pass them all out on the block, what's good?
I'mma put the Compton swap meet
By the White House
Republican run up, get socked out
Hit the Pres with
[Chorus]
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
I'll take 30
Your mother, you fuckin' faggot
Ayo, this next song
Is dedicated to the memory of Erik Shrody
Rest in peace, we ain't forget about you
You
a view of the fishes
You could get used to this feeling
We living life in your youth full of riches
While real treasure pass you by
But that's okay you
nothing
Tryna think of something, but I ain't got nothing
Tryna think of something
Hey wake up! This is no time to be dosing! The planet is-
You gon stop
To go away
Wait!
It's not the fate.
Of that bus to be too late I'm sorry
Wait by the gate
When the sun goes down the house is calling you
calling you!
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