Lyrics:
taking snapshots
That's why I hit the lab
Get the cash like a jackpot
You niggas mad cuz' the pad
Look like a stash spot
And niggas gettin' money over here
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
weed
Pocket full of g's
And life is like a dream
Popping champagne by the liter
And We got tequila
Surrounded by bad divas
Sipping on Margaritas
"Yo, ain't that?" He's not that cat
Got that? And he never shot that gat
Clever spot rats, face plate glisten
He got fat and hate for Jake Snake
control
You know I keep it G from head to soul
I step up in the spot, each pocket's on bulge
I'm a gangsta to the fullest, D's and Vogues
Bitches keep
Call it puppy love, Curtis and Tisha in the tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
She was pregenant by me once, glad she didn't have it
'Cause I be paying child
It's just another day in the hood for Kurupt, yeah, that's me
Got schooled by Snoop in a black Cherokee
Daz in the back, Warren G. in
(designer, designer)
My bitches all bad (bitches all bad)
They kicking nigga doors (woohoo!)
I do it by myself (do it by myself)
I split it with the bro's
to a beast
My brother got life and it turned me to the streets
I been through the storm and it turned me to a G
But the other side was sunny, I get paid
liking what you seeing
Eight five on the ninety five
You can ride by a nigga side
Double g's double c's
Designer on her seven days a week
Baby know ya
rocks, tha cheap shit had to stop
I had to be tha biggest nigga on VL block
So I bust open me a quarter ki spot
Two G's a Q-P, now my block is hot
Uncle Sam, had to tax 'em
Warren Sapp, quarterback sack 'em
Good gas, good cookie
Sip the Green Bay I pack 'em
Young nigga hit juugs with that dirty
and yes, conflict is caused
By the kids at concerts who bumrush the doors
One child gets hurt, the press gets pesty
But what about the Beatles, G
in the house)
Back up, back up
When Warren G is in the (when Warren G is in the house)
Back up, back up
(Chorus) x4
MCs don't
niggas close to heart
Who was a friend is now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind to a broken
trappin' like cheaters got various spots
From weed to powder, powder to rock
Been havin' mask and gloves in my car (car)
I take a shroom and stare
Excuses you be usin' for losin' it's cheap as hot sauce
Earn yo' position, stop hatin' because you not boss
M-J-G, pimp tight, I'm movin' yo' spot off
a trucker
let alone the skills I possess
And y'all gon' see by these mil's I possess
Never settle for less, I'm in excess
Not inexpensive DVS
To the two,
. Rap
Back to the neighborhood, shoot me some craps
I'm fuckin' wit' that pluck wit' the cool aid pack
And now I got a brotha by the name of Warren
Patiently watchin waitin for a come up
Get your spot took, we rob land like white man
Plans to overthrow your whole shit by shaking your hand
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my
Chillin' in the spot in my B-Boy stance
Don't make this four-fifth kick like
Bruce Lee roy pants
You know I'm smarter than Spock
For Leonard Nimoy fans
So
died in Iraq
Five hundred and nine died in Chicago
I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died
Uh, real niggas just multiply
And they say by twenty-one
hurt, she made me forget my rhymes
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
I was in love at times
They say game don't wait, ha Warren G?
Well the game better wait
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