Lyrics:
wanted was Snoopy)
That's right
Someone's at my door, baby, who could it be?
Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-Double G
Hey girl, what's
of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin to the broad day light
g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
Time's an illusion as the moments race by
Too fast
ain't fun, when you're on the run
Got your gold and you got your gun
The life as an outlaw just begun
Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse
Bob sits at home and smokes pot
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
Bob sits at home and smokes pot
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
Warren G and Nate)
Keep on hustlin'
Can't stop gotta claim what's mine
If I lose my grip on the game
No more bud, no more cash, no more dames
(No,
huh 4800 though
Cali street weed I don't do the medical
Ballin' like a nigga playing four quarters
My old head, Blazer, call him Terry Porter
T-G-O-D by
the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my
motherfuckin' wood on her
'Cause I perform, I G like Warren
A nigga getting paid off shootin' porn
They call me, the black folks President
Snoop Hefner
Play with my feddie I'm commin
At you with that chopper
All day, all night ridin or walkin
See when I spot you 50
Shots you'll be my target
Kill
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
Life in the Lane, stackin up g's
Chop shops taggin up Benzes and Beamers
Crack spots boilin full kilos in beakers
Damn, the game's quicker than shit,
through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves
Trained by
Uh! I'm smoking right now
Adjust my Louie V vision fall up in the spot
As long as me and my gang get in
Every nigga I came with, came to spend chips
Hey this is radio station Shake That Ass
And I want to see that ass shakin'
Toppin' the charts today we got a world a premiere from DJ Warren G
[B.G.]
Niggas be hating 'cause B.G. got it
On top of the line only got it but I ride it
From the hummer to the rover to the project
B and C
to hold spots down, home Bost-town
Victim of 'stance, we dance with four pound
Spit thug sound, why'all know how thugs sound
Can't touch clowns, slow
know you waited this
And I wanted this to be elaborate and so strenuous
And then you just slide by and wiz-ave
You on another piz-age
Is that the way
your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I screw
Jeans skirt
a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin down by the year 2 G
I'm goin be flyin through
these moves that missed us,
Divide and twist us,
Revive, relist us,
Remind my listenas 'cause Im a minista,
Designed by ministas,
Cause these times
goin' (goin') by how she greet me (by how she greet me)
Your baby daddy pussy (pussy), he ain't on nothin' (he ain't on nothin')
If he was in the spot
trip, get pistol-whipped
By a psycho maniac sick in his head
want to be a gangster, now he's dead
His brother took over, ain't no sweat
Bought a new
don't, I don't, I don't
That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life
Now this is for the B's and the C's, and the D's and the H's
And the G's puttin'
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