Lyrics:
hold by the neck
With my little few, I'm blessed
I don't wanna be by myself
'Cause I'm a mess without you, ooh
Like igbo na ganja, oh
Like shayo
(Verse 1: Snoop Dogg)
Drop the bomb, ring the alarm
We are here to do bottly harm
Now grab your girl
And run along
'Cuz you'll meet with me by
try to face this
The Naughty by the Nature gonna lace this
Track, we be the cream of the pack
Don't come up in my face with bullshit 'cause
stick to my track,go crazy with rhyme
Turn that shit on and gas to the floor
The streets of Siberia can't wait anymore
We're party like wow,let everyone
Nice ass cute face
Her description
And this is how we living
House parties at the crib
How we living
Pool parties stupid lit
How we living
Young nigga
betcha ain't met another one yet
Who do it like this
It's on, put yo hands in the air
We got you in the zone, get yo hands in the air
If it's on, put
a party here now where you really from
Vibe is immaculate Jemy playing on
Girls in the pool look Christiana Millian
Looking like we on MTV cribs, everything
[Intro/Chorus x2]
Back by popular demand
Doin what?
Goin each and every place with a mic in my hand
Who are you?
Tha emcee letting you know what I'm
Nineteen ninety-three
And this is how we kick it
I'ma wreck the neck conducting props like Randy Wrecker
The mecca licka mega-hot mega-mike checka
Now I got a drunken fast flow
But it don't matter I can still blow the whole party to smithereens
Splittin' words in the middle like kali-
Ko we
yeah we celebrating
There's Rosé and Patron, kush blow by the O
After party back at my home yeah
Now they don’t do it like this nowhere
Tell from your
me?
I just wanted someone here to make me
Feel like I could party with you safely
Oh right I forgot about last time
It was thirty damn minutes
the track, bring the old school back
(This is how we do it)
I'm kinda buzzed, it's all because
(This is how we do it)
South Central does it like nobody does,
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the Colt
Andrew Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block like what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my
no trouble or mystery who you call, yo
The JB's - like cool breeze on a coast
Ain't gotta say no more we let the vibe be your host
And let the rude
a president'll be a swat guy
That's like choosing which bullet you gon' get shot by
A drank and some hot fries
Slowly eating me up from inside to outside
is like hangin' yourself at a.....
I know you thought I'd be locked up
Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now
Got up wit' JD doh', crazy
strawberry fields
Forever baby
Nothing really matters
The moon knows everything
It's not keeping track of time
While we watch it pass us by
When you untie
lyrical grudge match, brothers we slug back
[Mark 7even]
Yeah, we bless tracks with the help of a raw rap
Inprinted like poor tracks all over your
cap! you look like you've been through a war.
Wipe that grin off your mug, you got a sturdy frame?
Sluggish posture just won't cut it.
You're gonna
performers
You say I rhyme like Prince Be meets Haruki Murakami
Before I thank you I make sure to drop an RIP
And even though we're only 23
I still check for
the tension
In the bend
Between the axis and the butt
As we advance like scissors cut
Through this oxygen divided
As you're watching at the party
On the faces
crack crack
we took the crack and bohem
drained drained
cause our party is all night baby
way way
I cant go the right way
crack
give me the crack
on this album
But this is the last track before the bonus tracks
So let's do something a little more fun
Little more lighthearted, here's what we're gon' do
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