Lyrics:
for you, we a match made in heaven, I'ma stand right by you
Why you saying?
Just wanna keep all your attention, baby
Yeah, alright, alright,
yeah, I'm doing my thang
Check this Devin, somebody said that real Gs to go heaven
So I'ma keep spittin' the truth on these fools like a reverend
niggas done up,
some rest in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed.
But it's a East Side thang, a hoo ride thang,
('cause if we bang
put a twist wit' it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin'? What's up?
Got da purp fired up
Now... who got the beat that makes ya bump?
And who got the bump that ya thump?
Well, I got the funk that makes ya bump
So we gon funk this
you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell
17
letting it pass
She need a uhaul the way she movin' her ass
Catch a groove just like a 70's smash
I don't know if this feeling gon last
But I know we ain't
Couldn't know, but buy a .44, blastin' a playa hatin', wantin' more
With a thug passion
Puttin' down mashin'
Control by this thug's passion
Unlike them
Uh, ladies and gentlemen
We'd like to welcome y'all to this Def Jam party
And I'm your host with the most, Snoop D-O-Dub (haha)
Now, tonight, I'll
pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me
And we'll be rapping at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so ...
put a twist wit' it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin'? What's up?
Got da purp fired up
was just thinkin' to myself, man
You know, this 'Blue Carpet Treatment' record is deep to me
And I need to let my peoples know how deep it is to me
[Chorus]
Midnight love
Troubles plots on thee mind
Midnight love
Leave your back door open
Midnight love
This heaven's ready for me
Midnight
You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me
12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin
Look homie I'm down for that day-time action
Keep
and everybody in the ghetto trying to sew this bitch
cause she's a dope fiend, she need emphetamine
but I'm the only motherfucker with the candy cream
now
lemonade this XO need chasing
If the world don't change, it sure changed me
If you know my pain, it shortchanged me
Stark raving, dark days I found God's
yeah, I'm doing my thang
Check this Devin, somebody said that real Gs to go heaven
So I'ma keep spittin' the truth on these fools like a reverend
Now... who got the beat that makes ya bump?
And who got the bump that makes ya thump?
Well, I got the funk that makes ya bump
So we gon funk this
by tunes
Where the spirit of the lyrics don't deposit him with jewels
And you workin' late hours, so now he actin' up in school (yeah)
(Ooh)
(Yeah)
(So good)
Hey, you love the way that I groove it
My rhythm makin' you move it
You lovin' what I say
So hot I need a wet face
and smoke marijuana, want us to change our ways? Uh-huh
You see this game we play come from uncles that raised me in Compton
Ask me what I have accomplished
then
Catch my point of view
First you lean
Then rock
Then drop
Then move
Then bring it back up
Pop that thang
And then you groove
Dats nice
You right
You
Lattimore
Montell Jordan ain't scorin'
Tevin Campbell make his life to shambles
Make him an example with this pussy sample
Here we go, you didn't know?
jury be VVSes
Kated by DTSes
Like Khalid shit we the best and
I tell em hoes I don't wanna talk
Just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they
Can
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