Lyrics:
only G
(Snoop)
It's Snoop, homies from the motherfuckin get-go
Devoted and quotin, back in '84
I was thirteen, G was a year older
But I still wadn't
don't mix
I got bad bitches comin' by the twos like a Twix
Drive my Lambo like a Chevy on some rich nigga shit (skrrt)
You can't talk to my girl, she
and later make a dub
An MC ate well, so that you can tell
I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit
Nothing like an idiot, get it?
You want
dropped dude
Skill I got is not new
The jewelry in the pot like it's oil in a skillet And it pop too
She got a handful of drugs and she told me I'm a feel
Now here's the perfect mix to let it bubble and foam
Wait three seconds, then watch the microphone get blown
It's the mischievous, lyrical genius
the soul
Take 4 letters and let's rock 'n' roll
Are those 3 sixes on the side of your head?
Shall I get the crucifixes, are you already dead?
Should I
to take me out I got my lick back covered by the blood so you can get back the Kingdom suffering violence and the violent take it by force quiet time over I
now you gotta answer to the cosmic
Whatever they rock with is something non-toxic
Chop it, mix the green juice with the CrossFit
Better get my weight
as a tasty cake mix
This style I mastered in
Niggas catchin headaches what what you need aspirin
A type of pain you couldn't kill with Midol
Fuck around get
to walk
Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
start with me
So we skip another rock, maybe learn to fly Oh, tell me what you need, I'll get it by tonight
Oh, take me by the hand or take me by the cup
more doors
Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggas is armed
And when we get there, all my niggas in the mix
Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin'
Uh huh
Bagsy
OUTHERE OUTHERE
You get me ?
I'm rapping what happen
I mix up the fashion
I rock a fitted
Not here for the cappin
Inking like
ax, I get madder than Max
Diggem smacks, if they try to tax I play em like a sax
[CHORUS]
Rock - me call it what?
(Razzamatazz)
Rock - me call it what?
(mama)
But I really got beatings 'cause the girl loved drama (yeah)
In single parenthood there I stood (uh)
By the time she was twenty-one, had another
I done stopped and styled humers, rock for wild sumers
The nerve in me, these courtesy of Crocodile Hunter (that's right)
That mean
Verse 1
Can I Get It Hot Like A Skillet,
It's Burning In You Can You Feel It,
It's Prime In Your Ear Can You Hear It,
Get On The Floor It's Ok
saying, "oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh"
You are now, now rocking with
Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)
It's rock and roll, roll
Whole world know my shit
a fuck I'm
Letting niggas know they can't hang
Don't give me no lip, don't
Give me no backtalk, yeah break North
Don't make me get my gun and
Blow your
[Delite]
Procision on the mix is the kid named Prince
The one beat king by the cut, he a vicks
[Frukwan]
And slicker than slick, fresher than fresh
Mix
new hit, G!"
"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me"
The kid got amped and he starts to figure
"I'ma get dough like all of these other niggas!"
I may listen to rock n roll
Older folk say I've got the devils soul
Take me by the hand Lord, Lead me
In my life I get a lot of flack
From gossiping
cowards to get them to the top
Just to fall asleep listening to bach?
The ribbon in the sky is the ribbon that I drop
Dribbling the eye across the prism
say
I always love for the street every single day
You better get down on your knees, you better pray
Cause goin' against the grain of this Squad
I
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