Lyrics:
with the gat that be ready to peel
I'm the one next to Spliff when it's time to ill
I'ma show by astro red cross and blue shields
Watch us make a move
to bring discomfort, my friend
And your policy is just a little red
Now, ain't I right (ain't he right)
(ain't he right)
It matters not to you how people
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
Then your chest and open you
Knowing a few will only make the grade
Dark Angel, from who you should be afraid
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
She's still on my mind
April, May, June, July
August comes around
Pretty soon, a years gone by
And we're still hanging out
The people feel so
Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last
Gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be taking my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
Find another crew of niggas that can fuck with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How you
week my girl was stressin' me
Now her best friend be undressing me
Well I was loving her by the moon ray
Now I'm tricking on her like Kinte' (c'mon)
of gin
So much smoke need oxygen
Steadily countin' them Benjamins, nigga
You should too, if uou knew, what this game'll do to you
Been in this shit
you're gonna run?
Where'd you get that look on your face?
You should always let the sun go down on your anger
Let it burn you to sleep
And bring you
the four o'clock traffic jam
We goin' be taking request right now at 87752-Snoop
Call station naming ya game,
Aw, yeah, hello, aw yeah, this Soopafly here
philosophy (yeah, yeah)
On exactly what an artist should be
Should they be someone with prosperity
And no concept of reality?
Now, who you know without
'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that fagot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get
Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
If you stand over my body, I'll probably kill you, yeah
Now, I feel it, Weezy the realest
I wear a lot of Bathing Ape, 'cause I be with gorillas,
Iovines
Shit burning, you gon' need more than Visine
We making a movie better than anyone that I've seen
Should be on Showtime, HBO, Cinemax
Get
{Prince, you're taking this trip to far}
Okay, fine, nevermind
But reality used to be a friend of min
[Chorus x2]
Chase the blues away
Take your
to the grave, I remain number one
This thing of ours, got competition taking red showers
Grieving mothers calling 1-800-Flowers
My repertoire burn your ashes
Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager
Soupin me up sayin "You're a good worker,"
"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register"
"Large
Find another crew of niggas that can fuck with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How you
see my pain
And you'd see why I be this way
Ever since I was knee high playin' with G.I. Joes
Told these h- shut their P-I-E holes, now peep my game
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