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on the steering wheel
I've been a long time gone now
Maybe someday, someday I'm gonna settle down
But I've always found my way somehow
By taking
you wake from your dream with a wolf at the door
Reaching out for Veronica
Well, it was all of sixty-five years ago
When the world was the street
of stangers
Hand on my 4-5 that's what the fame does
I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it till I'm gone
From out the ghetto where the jealous
when I'm awake, but he shows up when I sleep
I can't believe that there's a nightmare, on my street!
It was a Saturday evening if I remember it right
gone and the ages shall roll,
My body will blacken and turn into coal.
Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home,
And pity the miner
the grapevine you lookin' for me
Couldn't be, cause if it was you would be bookin' from me
Shook when ya see Nelly rollin' in the GS-3
Hangin' out the sunroof
It's three weeks now since I've been gone from Texas
I said goodbye to a man who made me well
Everyday I've got to keep on checkin'
May be I'm
city is no fun
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein' pulled apart
From each one of my limbs, by each one of my
Dry over time
Memories leave us
Melody and rhyme
When the cold wind blows
The seeds we gather
From the gardener's glove
Live forever
Nothing
Watching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many niggas getting three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen the right across from hell
I can't
and today I'll make a killin'
Dressin' down like I'm dirty, but only on the block
It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops
Ha, I'm gettin'
on the pussy, I'm 'bout to tap that
Hey, I just wanna sex, smoke and vibes, baby
I want you by my side, baby
And I want your jeans down to your ankles
You're
Aw yeah, coming to you live and direct from the LBC
We have the one and only, Snoop D-O double G
Yeah, yeah, drop it
It's the one and only D-O
scraper, watchin' Oakland Gone Wild, ta-dow
I don't bump mainstream, I knock underground
All that other shit, sugarcoated and watered down
I'm from
or die from bein' too lax
Or die from waitin' on it, die 'cause I'm movin' too fast
I'll prolly die tryna buy weed at the apartments
I'll prolly die
the doorway
To save all those from harm
Blood from an open wound
Pouring down his arm
Petals fell from flowers
'Til all of them were gone
In the long
I'm gone
Go back to being discreet live long
'Til one day, either me or the heat is gone
Come on!
The heat is on (Are y'all really ready to fly)
retire!
Verse One: Too $hort, Eightball
From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
balling down from heaven
All I know is that these rap niggas dry snitching and telling
That work don't even come like that, fuck is you selling? (huh?)
I
the yappin'
Actin' as if it can't happen
Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch somethin'
Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust somethin'
think I should quit smokin'
Life is a gamble and I'm playin' slots, pull it down, close my eyes and I pray I win tokens
All Wock', no pop, how we drive,
Kill for me, you're still with me 'cause we get down like what
Told you's from the door, it ain't all about a nut
I'm gon' be fair, trying to be there,
shaky
From playin' my rock and roll
I'm gone I'm gone
Saved by rock and roll
I'm gone I'm gone
I'm gone I'm gone
It ain't very funny
How you
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