That felt good
(Does it baby?)
Yeah, rub my back for me
(Where do you want me to rub it baby?)
Alright, check it out though
Why don't you put me on some music?
(What you want to hear baby?)
Put me on some of that old gangsta shit
Damn! the fuck is that, every time I'm chilling someone ringing my motherfucking doorbell
(You want me to get that for you?)
Yeah, handle that shit for me
(Alright, I'll be right back)
(What the fuck?)
Yo, what's up Snoop Dogg?!
Hey, hey, hey Snoop, what's going on?
What's up G-Dogg?
Oh nothing, trying to live between this guy
I met tonight to have some dirt no way man
That nigga fucked about right about now dog
I'm about ready to get up out this damn
I'm ready to give his shit up man
With motherfucking law after me
Punk ass bitches, sucker ass niggas
I can't take this shit no more dog
What? Man you want to get out the game, come on man
You can, smoke a pound of bud everyday
You got a big screen TV, man, you want to give all this up?
You got the dopest shit out on the streets
Nigga, is you crazy? That's the American Dream nigga
Well ain't it?
Fool, you better come on in
Wait wait wait wait hold up Snoop
Hey nigga, I put five dollars on the weed
You better quit fucking with me
It's time to get busy in this motherfucker,
Like we always do about this time
Written by: CALVIN BROADUS, CURTIS MAYFIELD
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