Lyrics:
Man I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high,
bitches
Straight creating all my wishes
Do you really wanna be a victim in my vicious sentences
The way that I speak and the way that I talk is the way that
of Heaven, girl
I was blown away by
Your sexiness
All I have to do is
Catch up to you
Slow down
I just wanna get to know you
But don't turn around
the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile Selassie
Watch me as the cops be tryna pop and lock me
They cocky, plus they mentality is Nazi
The way they treat Blacks
to sneer at the two girls
From out of town
I said, look at you this morning
You are, by far, the cutest
But be careful getting coffee
I think
to sneer at the two girls
From out of town
I said, look at you this morning
You are, by far, the cutest
But be careful getting coffee
I think
the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile Selassie
Watch me as the cops be tryna pop and lock me
They cocky, plus they mentality is Nazi
The way they treat Blacks
your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear
and walked back to the house to eat
And Mama hollered out the back door "y'all remember to wipe your feet"
And then she said "I got some news this mornin'
pointing fingers off at your trial (damn)
My Rolls-Royce with my driver in it
Gettin' fucked up 'cause I ain't got to drive (yeah)
That Kendrick on them
no dey reply ee
You know I got the horny for you
I really wanna be your baby boo
So baby make you cool down cool down my love
Oh baby
Araba o araba o
From the Gods for the streets I was tossed in
'Til I'm deceased in a coffin
I'ma be a beast on these beats, releasin' early and often
Please, your
top and all that crap, now
Just tryin' to be appreciated
Nappy headed brothers never had no ladies
And I hit the barber shop real quick
Had 'em give
I gotta be by myself
Gotta be by myself this time
In the backseat screaming out loud (ho)
In the backseat screaming out (ho)
Ash is young,
and walked back to the house to eat
And Mama hollered out the back door "y'all remember to wipe your feet"
And then she said "I got some news this mornin'
I gotta be by myself
Gotta be by myself this time
In the backseat screaming out loud (ho)
In the backseat screaming out (ho)
Ash is young,
I love the way you activate your
Hips and push your ass out wantin it so bad
I'm about to pass out
Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it
Baby,
I'm leaving and I'm burying the past
Wanna have peace now, we can be free
No one here will make a sucker out of me
Han har "sjunk't."
Vad
wanna be around
(You're a big girl now)
She's sexy, she got it, she ride it
Every nigga wanna be inside it, uhh
(No more daddy's little girl)
I need
holla)
Now I just wanna love ya (just wanna love you, Hov')
But be who I am (you know you love me, Hov')
And with all this cash (mo' money, mo'
a position to move
And you can't move cause your move is blocked by the knight
At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins
So I start to focus in, my
Yo B (turn your speakers up man)
Turn your speakers up money!
Yo God! (Yo God?)
Yo I got mad skills.
Isn't that money?
Chorus: Snoop
New York
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
You are... you gotta tell me something... I
top and all that crap, now
Just tryin' to be appreciated
Nappy headed brothers never had no ladies
And I hit the barber shop real quick
Had 'em give
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