Lyrics:
dawg
I'm the realest, believe me
Niggas can't see me, they'll take a life to be me
Ye-yeah, who the fuck I rep? Can you remind me
It's Funk Volume
after you go through it
Now I come through in a Coupe on 22s
That ain't bad for a nigga who ain't even finish school
Don't get me wrong I never been
giving fate the third degree
I've been eyes on the pavement, admitting my part to strangers passing me
And I know it isn't fair, but nothing's ever
and a half
When you've been through Herbert and J. Edgar Hoover
Anything else is a laugh
I've been through Reno, I've been through Beverly Hills, and I'm
throat
I have no tools, my hammer?s done, my drill is broked
I'm the doctor,
You wait on the waiting list,
Patients been here since this morning I
and who gets the rent
By the time it's all over, you ain't got a cent, hey, hey
How can some people have the nerve, hell hasn't froze but it's
at the end of a chukka
And had to be sent to the hills?
Have you heard any news of that bloke in the Blues
Was it Southerby, Sedgwick or Sim?
You know,
The businessmen from Taos want you to go down
They've hired Pat Garrett to force a showdown.
Billy, don't it make ya feel so low-down
To be shot down by
Konkrete, Aquemini, we taking this here to the top
Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop
You say it's hot, well let me turn it up another
see everything
Don't mind giving advice, but I can't sell a dream
Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (oh)
Lately, I've been slow
been a prisoner for something I've never done
It's been one hill after another and I've climbed them all one by one
But this time Lord you gave me
the nigga in me accompanied by the cognac
You can ask around, don't fuck with the Mobb
I could've told you that, where you been at
You must have cut class
If
Floored, feeling this way before
It's like an ocean of minds
Pushing us further out beyond the cove
The finest of the new age ways
Haven't you been
me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (yo)
You can not retire me (listen)
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building,
it all, Big Snoop Dogg
I got green, trees, whatever you like
I can get it all day you can have it by the night
‘Couz the plug, I get ya anything
fails, it never fails, that's how we do it (do it)
You don't have the right to hate on me
Unless you took your mama out of hell then in the hills then
the other was to blame
Neither one will ever give in
So we gaze at an eight-by-ten
Thinkin' 'bout the things that might have been
It's a dirty rotten
all comes from the top and it spreads right round
Treat a man wrong he's gonna pass it on down
To the next in line, who's probably his wife bringing
Tell me where to go, tell me what to do
I'll be right there for you
Tell me what to say, no matter if it's true
I'll say it all for you (for you
mean you my pa'tner in crime
Like that check this out let's let 'em know summin'
You know niggas should've been plugged up
From L.A.
hobby
If you're on that bullshit nigga better fly that shit right by me
Came from the bottom of this bitch and made it out of that shit
And that's why
mean you my pa'tner in crime
Like that check this out let's let 'em know summin'
You know niggas should've been plugged up
From L.A.
with you and agree for you to take me home
But boy was you wrong
It's clear to me you think that we are all the same
That I'll be impressed by your
hooded
Timberland footed ninjas, who full metal jacket clips
And know how to put it in you
Surrender your goods and your merchandise
For no purchase
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