Lyrics:
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
him strapped up
With the AKs and Uzis
So excuse me, I'm trying to connect to you
A whole generation is raised by gangsters
Who probably never knew pops,
You talked me into moving in and giving you my key
You said you'd be a mess now if it hadn't been for me
You said I stole your heart away by
know we showed you once before the tank couldn't be stopped
Playa hataz jack alot cause they just jockin' they spot
Off the top
Think not
Run up
mean the same hollow tips breakin up in my chest
Same bloody t-shirt, same address
Same "Dogg Food" album bangin in my tape deck
Homey if I can make '94
Don't push me when I'm in album mode
You're not even top 5 as far as your label talent goes
You send shots, well, I got to challenge those
But I bring
and yellow (come on)
Big Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa
See on the West Coast I'm the big chiefa
The Grim Reaper, maybe that
Bring me back, yellow 'Lacs,
the gangsta of love
Some of my friends sell drugs
I sell knowledge that you can't get a ho
'Cause the game is sold not told
Promoters took away our tour
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
John do (John do)
I just called Snoop and I talked to him (What?), we all cool (yeah)
Dre, me and the Dogg good, Doc, we got you
Got a castle with
What's up? Let's go
Let's go, man (yo, girl, you heard that Dirty shit?)
Yo, Snoop Dogg
Yo, Dre (yeah, yeah, yeah, that nigga taking over)
Yo,
there was laughed at
But when I backtracked, (?)
Blast back
Told 'em to cast that, take these rounds and add that
But fact is you don't fuckin'
by, I got nothing on me
Cause the smoke is already in the air
I am loped up two braids in my hair
All Star with the khaki suit
I'm gonna fuck around
guide us
It falls upon something that's inside us
So I'm not gonna stop for my riders
Tell me where my ride is
Tell me where my ride is, uh
And I don't
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
his heart he's a tyrant
It's not a game, it's just called The Game
There'll be no referees, no halftime reports
When the game is over, The Game is over
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
"Guess Who's Back" is on
If not that then the Just Blaze track is on
It's all Roc the world, we all got your girl
Caught your girl, never gave back your
my face, nigga
All eyes on me, get the mace, nigga
Uh, bad bitch with the face glitter
Snoop Dogg, murder was the case nigga
Yeah, my homie got
Butch Cassidy, show 'em what we working with
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
This gangsta shit is too much
Don't be suckas, can't touch
It's working in the LBC,
it was one of the
Most important points of working
On that album, was
To not stop her from her
Moment because of how
Good she is just think
make my raps bigger than life
But not knowing how to market it right
Turned on the radio
Only cat new from the West
Coast was playin' was Bishop
And by
looking for
By separating what is mine from yours.
Pretty soon I'll be the one you hold
At bay.
And then forever I'll be good as gold
If I may.
I
The Rock to be the great one
The only hand gesture I throw up is g one (Hold up)
I started out 12 years old
Bumping the game is to be sold not told
By Snoop
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