Lyrics:
My nigga this be the shit, c'mon
Aww nah, big Snoop Dogg
Slap you with my paw, all across your jaw
Break fool on these bitches while I'm breakin'
expected I said fuck what is directed
Man, I played by your rules
And I only ever lose
Now I'm feeling fuckin' juiced
I'll pay for this boost if that's what
a really bad hazard
I'm real life stoner something like Snoop Dogg's master
Everyday I wake up I thank God for my pastor
But I hated when he told me that my
in my family
Named Danny
And I'm not sure
Where he is today
He's Vera's son
And we visited them once
And he showed me music
That he
Made on his
pussy so tight, it's fittin' like a glove
Could it be a small case of puppy love, you see?
(Snoop Doggy Doggy, I love you) hey bitch, you ain't in love
with Marxist
Momma told me careful, they aimin where my heart is
I be where my opps is starting up a mosh pit
Don't you see, I'm moving this whole arena
and keep it rockin'
Gon to put the beat on pause
Be a real boss bitch start making calls
If you a walka not a talka (G's up G's up)
If you a walka not
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
motherfucker let me in
Put my foot on ya neck with a shit eating grin
Sold dope in the city river fishing with my kin
Inspiration drawn kid rock and Eminem
Snoop
I do keep it blood like a Piru
I'm in album mode
I'll try'n get every album sold
I'll compose hits like Al Capone
Down the road, no telling how it
like the end of this song
Love me now don't wait until I'm dead and gone
Aye real talk tho
The real reason why I'm not famous
Is cause I refuse to be
the sensation!
I get half of the (?) album
Hey
Time, time, time for some action
Peace to all my people paper stackin'
Askin' for the S is like askin'
For
the sensation!
I get half of the mic this album
Hey
Time, time, time for some action
Peace to all my people paper stackin'
Askin' for the S is like askin'
them ding dongs
cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames
like Master p, Lil Roy, and Big Man
eyes red, dank to the head
I'm not Snoop Dogg but I feel
Yeah, you know where we at
Yeah, we know where we at
Y'all ain't got no love for Snoop Dogg?
Y'all ain't got no love for Dr. Dre?
Y'all ain't
Yeah nigga, I'm still fuckin with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, '99 Nigga (Guess who's back)
Still, still doing that shit,
makes me not judge as much
See, this is really us together, like
We chose to do this, this not no higher
Powers, like, I know what this nigga does
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
still at my momma's home
My baby brother
Guess what y'all? he wanna be like me
They call him lil Snoop Dogg and he
Way more harder than I was
A hog, been
learn
Not to be fuckin' with the nigga
Buckin' with the trigga
Nothing you could figure
Could help you escape
From this mind state
That I create
records as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal a**ault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several
good old bug
We do a house party, what the fuck is a club
And S.A. they sold most of the drugs
Laugh a million, hell yeah we thug, we getting money,
block
You bed not park in the place
Where the sign says ain't no park
Gonna make me come outside
And have to lay down my sox, call Snoop Dogg
(Snoop
Cut my last bit off can't win
She trynna snoop
Like juice and gin
GSE tha cartel
My soldiers in Chanel
I drip she slipped and fell
Wanna cuff me like
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