French Inhale (Feat. Wiz Khalifa & Mike Posner)

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French Inhale (Feat. Wiz Khalifa & Mike Posner)
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[Chorus – Mike Posner]
French Inhale, I like the way you French Inhale
Do it Again
French Inhale, I like the way you French Inhale
Do it Again

 

[Verse 1 – Wiz Khalifa]
You don’t gotta sell it, cuz its already sold
And you don’t gotta roll one cuz its already rolled
Check out my technique, just weed let it fold
Shit I’ve been smokin’ since I was 14 years old
I had a dime who never smoked blunts just bowls
Taught me how to blow O’s, inhale threw my nose
So if you see me smoking blow my high
Uh, so I roll one and we both gonna fly
You smell it all in my clothes
I’m taking in all the smoke when I

 

[Chorus – Mike Posner]
French Inhale, I like the way you French Inhale
Do it Again
French Inhale, I like the way you French Inhale
Do it Again

 

[Verse 2 – Snoop Dogg]
I take it to the face, inhale it threw my nose
Blowin’ with the homies on the low, man fuck these hoes!
It crackalack, peel it back
Whatcha call that mack who crack a bad bitch like that?
A cracker jack!
I’m like a florist, touring like a tourist
Godzilla flying on a pegasaurus
Niggas know about it, even ‘fore I pull it out
I put some fire on it, and now there beggin me to put it out
I’m in the hallway rolling on the purple syke
I know the in’s and out’s so I’mma do what the fuck I like

 

[Chorus – Mike Posner]
French Inhale, I like the way you French Inhale
Do it Again
French Inhale, I like the way you French Inhale
Do it Again

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[Snoop]
Get your money, whip ya hair
Executive branch blow my smoke like a player
Yeah in the club, yes it cracks
Cute little mama, but they stack with backs
I’m smokin’ great purple urple
You and Doggie world come and join my circle
I’ll break down herbal til I move like a turtle
My money is green and my Porsche is turbo
In hot pursuit, come rock with Snoop
Maybe it’s the lawyer, her body’s the truth

 

I’m in the game for real, it pay’s to chill
I walk in the club and they front the bill
I’m the big dogg, best beware
You’re coming with me, if you stop the stare
She’ll be on my team in my car on the way to the spot
Yes you are, toasting up, posting up
And when we’re done, we west coasting love
For shendo blowin’ endo,
How much for the Dog in the window

 

[Hook]
oh. what?
Boom!
Boom!
Say what? say what?
Boom!

 

Talk to ’em T-pain

 

[T-pain – Hook]
Baby I’m a Dogg! (I’m a Dogg!), beware! (beware!)
I’ll do whatever, however I want! (I want!)
This one for y’all (this one for y’all!), oh yeah! (oh yeah!)
Now put your hands in the air, now whip your hair and go
La la la la la
Boom shakalaka when I drop all of my apples, say
La la la la la
One aint a quitter, shawty know that I ain’t playin

 

[Snoop]
I’m all about the money, the money I got
On the VIP tip, Maserati in the lot
Kill ’em with stars where the bottle never stops
Got a model on my lap, Baby show me what you got
With a cup of landy, Tiffany and Sandy
Girls who like girls, wanna do it today
Real tough, this suites is next
One more drink gon’ lead to sex
These girls is bad, the flow is pack?
They shut the Dogg down when he reach the max
Whatcha trying to drink? Clearer yet
She got Apple Bottom, homie, all I need to do is mack
I does it well, your game is whack
I guess to the bit is no chit chat
Now where do we go? I beats the gush
She’s in love with the gangster, that’s what up

 

That’s what up. Boom!
That’s what up. Boom!
That’s what up. Boom!

 

Speak to ’em T-pain

 

[T-pain – Hook]

 

[Snoop]
Boom shakalaka here comes the chief like I smoke good
with T-pain, Snoop Dogg, we doctor
Big 808 now filled the basin in ya chakra
And watch me smoke like a shotta
Coke bottle shape like green eyes
Drunk offa love like a colt 45
I keep kush in my lungs
I’m gonna smoke til I die
Just bust a bad one for my homie D-Dimes
Boom!
They do it for fortune, some for fame
I got five different strains,
You ever taste purple rain
Turn up the volume, adjust the game
Ain’t a damn thing change, it’s still a G-Thang
Lil mama whip ya hair
Exhale the Chronic as the smoke disappears
I’m ready to ball
Your girl on my team, and she ready to fall
And if you didn’t know, I’m the big Snoop Dogg

 

[T-Pain – Hook]

Smokin’ On (Feat. Wiz Khalifa)

[Hook]
Bet you get high but I ain’t smoking with the rest though
Cause if it’s in my joint, believe that it’s the best smoke
I’m talking OG kush from the West Coast
Watch how you hit it, just one hit will burn your chest, though

 

[Wiz Khalifa]
Cut those cameras on cause my camera’s on
And my niggas backin me riding around town
With a big old bag of weed
Taylor Gang, we ain’t in your faculty
Me and Snoop Dogg, we created a masterpiece
Smoke all day and we makin this cash, and we
Bout it bout it like Master P
Go hard, stack ya cheese, roll a joint, pass the trees
TGOD, he’s the OG, real G shit what it has to be
My real niggas gon pop tags for me
Fake niggas gon get bags for me
Say you just wanna shake hands with me?
Same fuck niggas used to laugh at me
Now I’m riding around town in the car that you can’t even pronounce
And you can’t go fast as me
Smokin marijuana, and she know that I’m a player
So she wanna come up here spend that cash on me
That pimp shit come naturally
That fuck shit is wack to me
My kush grown organically
My ballin is actually

 

[Hook]
Bet you get high but I ain’t smoking with the rest though
Cause if it’s in my joint, believe that it’s the best smoke
I’m talking OG kush from the West Coast
Watch how you hit it, just one hit will burn your chest, though
You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin what we smokin, no
You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin what we smokin, no

 

[Snoop Dogg]
Let me turn you on to turn you out
To make you feel how you really wanna feel
For real, sho will, nigga I got that kill
You know what I got: Captain Crunch, soda pop
Like my kush cut from a bush
Mix it together, get it together
Hypo grow with the hydro flow
Smoking on some shit I don’t know
This is that shit that was caught
From my niggas on the block with a .44 Glock – oh no!
Cuttin it up, button it up
Homie don’t speak at all
You might stay, you might be most likely like shark bait
I might hate, but you smoking that lightweight
Wrong class, featherweight, levitate
Set it straight: let me break it down for you
Flip it, zip it, let it fly
If it’s good, it’s gonna get you high
Drop it, stop it, that ain’t the one
We don’t even smoke that shit for fun!

 

[Hook]

 

[Juicy J]
Yea nigga, I’m rolling up that high-grade
Chillin on the porch, smoking like it’s Friday
Every day of the week to Juicy J’s a high day
Think I’m Chinese cause my eyes straight
I threw up a 6 into a 20 ounce
Smoked a half ounce of kush, felt like 20 ounces
Fucked around that Bob Marley now I’m high as fuck
Every Jacob seeing, Juicy screamin out: “let’s fade!”
I dun popped a pill and hit the lean behind it
Where my mind? Somebody help me find it
Got a black and white bitch, they my mixed bitch
They keep my double cup full, OG in my Swisher

 

[Hook]

Gangsta Luv (Feat. The-Dream)

Radio Killa, Big Snoop D O dub
The American Dream

 

Ayo nephew, come up off them keys
Sing a lil’ somethin’ for the ladies
You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
Let ’em know how we feelin’ right now

 

Every time I go around, shawty love me down
Run off on me like click clack, throw it out like take that
She make it do what it do when we doin’
What we do in back of the ‘Lac, I’m like I’m up all for that
And every night her body gets strapped how ’bout

 

That gangsta, gang, gangsta
That gangsta, gang, gangsta
Gangsta, gang, gangsta
That gangsta love

 

Yeah, she love it the way I put it on her
Blowin’ trees, summer breeze, sippin’ Corona
Lost dog I give it to her right and she like it
She on the hip like a psychic, izzy

 

One of the coolest of fool on the flow
I whispered in her ear, come here you ready to go?
I bowled up a winna and put it up in the air
Got that low dress on you comin’ up outta there, yeah

 

She like that, you like that
You say you bite, well, I bite back
And I’m all go, we can do it till tomorrow
I beat it up like Harpo

 

Snoopy, I go hard, baby, yes
Kissin’ on yo’ chest and I’m diggin’ out your stress
I won’t stop till yo’ finished
But you ain’t felt love till a gangsta get up in it, Dream

 

Every time I go around, shawty love me down
Run off on me like click clack, throw it out like take that
She make it do what it do when we doin’
What we do in back of the ‘Lac, I’m like I’m up all for that
And every night her body gets strapped how ’bout

 

That gangsta, gang, gangsta
That gangsta, gang, gangsta
Gangsta, gang, gangsta
That gangsta love

 

She always cold in the middle of the night
‘Cause I’m a dogg, I’m a give her what she like
She say my name loud, I say her name low
That’s what I aim fo’, that’s how the game go

 

Baby like the way I wake her up
‘Cause I’m a gangsta, I grab her by the butt
Pull her to my side, I’m in deep
Woke that ass up just to put her to sleep

 

Everyday is the same thang, I creep in
It’s like true blood, I sink my teeth in
I gotta have it, the LB raisement
We was taught to dig ’em down crazy

 

Lights out, I’m so lit
Mama’s so gone, daddy won’t quit
I won’t stop till you’re finished
But you ain’t felt love till a gangsta get up in it, Dream

 

Every time I go around, shawty love me down
Run off on me like click clack, throw it out like take that
She make it do what it do when we doin’
What we do in back of the ‘Lac, I’m like I’m up all for that
And every night her body gets strapped how ’bout

 

That gangsta, gang, gangsta
That gangsta, gang, gangsta
Gangsta, gang, gangsta
That gangsta love

 

This the life that you show
The loop, the coop, the grows
Anything goes
It’s so good got her wigglin’ her toes

 

The boss, the dream
The floss, the cream
The trips overseas
All these things really don’t mean a thing

 

When I’m tearin’ that ass up workin’ you like a shift
I give it to you like a gift
You hear what that boy say, you wouldn’t jack, give it up fast
Then I hit it from the back

 

Snoopy you’re so good, she screamin’ and I like that girl
She off in another world
I ain’t stop till you’re finished
She love this gangsta especially when I’m in it, Dream

 

Every time I go around, shawty love me down
Run off on me like click clack, throw it out like take that
She make it do what it do when we doin’
What we do in back of the ‘Lac, I’m like I’m up all for that
And every night her body gets strapped how ’bout

 

That gangsta, gang, gangsta
That gangsta, gang, gangsta
Gangsta, gang, gangsta
That gangsta love

 

Gangsta, gang, gangsta
That gangsta, gang, gangsta
Gangsta, gang, gangsta
That gangsta love

Gangsta Move

[Snoop Dogg talking]
Yeah. Anotha Dogg House production. My nigga Meech roll it.
Wussup. We movin solo for the 9-9, 9-8, ya heard me?
Too many flees, too many bustaz. We doin this shit solo.
Dig it:

 

[Snoop Dogg]
Cold game (cold game), new twist (new twist).
My niggaz step back and let me do this (do this)
Cuz I’m that 5-0 with em, getting 5-0’s, sittin getting in the wind
For all my homies in the pen
It’s back on
My backbone, my wife in my life & down wit a nigga before my paper was tite.
Boo, you’s a real bitch
I write that real shit
That them niggaz just got to get with
I bounce in and out of town just like a basketball player
Pass weed with the G’s
And pass laws with the mayors
See, that’s the difference between
You, me, and him
Nigga, I’m Silk the Slim
With the feather in his brim
I swim under water and don’t get wet
Then bounce back to the hood and C-walk the set
I keep it gangsta all the time
An you can ask the Doug, Insanes, and One-9
Cuz I’m:

 

[Hook]
Born gangsta, stays on the move (Keep it tru, dawgz)
Dogg Pound just for the fuck of it (Dogg Pound!)
Born gangsta, keepin it true
None of y’all can stop me now
Cuz I’m havin papers now (Dogg Pound!)

 

[Snoop Dogg]
I stay on em like cop cars
Man, you watch your rabid-ass nine
Tryin to stop cars hoo-bangin this fast-lane game
It ain’t a thang
I was learnin this game when you was servin your cane
It’s where my shit’s at
Flip rats tryin to get some get-back
Sit back, an holla at a playa bout: cold game
I stay Bout It (Bout It)
A bitch’ll have you crossed up
An niggaz get you crossed out
I cant hang and bang wit y’all no more y’all niggaz flossed out
An papers what I’m all about
It’s down that bullshit roll with y’all or take the baller
I take the baller out, he take the small amount
Long-term big shit
That’s what I’m all about
Call em out, stall em out
Fuck em, I twist em
The hardhead never listen
They never recognize and they never pay attention
I stay G, and by the way did I mention: young nigga

 

[Hook]
Born gangsta, stays on the move (Move on, move on)
Dogg Pound just for the fuck of it (D-P-G: Dogg Pound!)
Born gangsta, keepin it true
None of y’all can stop me now
Cuz I’m havin papers now (Get cha money, get cha money: Dogg Pound!)

 

[Snoop Dogg]
A-B-C-D-P-G-C
Ain’t no L-I-M-I-to the T (Ain’t No Limit)
I’m fuckin wit G’s that’s makin moves with thugs
You still catch me hangin out
In the muthafuckin club
One love (One love, nigga!), sippin Moet
Holla’in at cha bitch (Beeyatch!)
All by my lonely, cuz I don’t give a shit
C-walkin on the dance floor, throwin up DP (Dogg Pound!)
An ain’t nobody gon’ fuck with me
Cuz I’m a Tru Tank Dogg
With big bank, y’all
Let’s sample down with Snoop an watch us come back an spank y’all (Woo!)
Keepin high, stay on top
I’m #1 with a bullet and I’m back on top (Back on top!)
(Say what?) Hunter proof, gold tooth with the diamond in the middle
Roll-model millionaire gangsta ass nigga
We steady mobbin while we lynchin
Stay independent, on a mission
By the way did I mention? (Keep it gangsta, nigga!)

 

[Hook]
Born gangsta, stays on the move (Move on, Move on)
Dogg Pound just for the fuck of it (D-P-G: Dogg Pound!)
Born gangsta keepin it true (Keep it real, dawg)
None of y’all can stop me now (Yeah, stop that)
Cuz I’m havin papers now (Stop that: Dogg Pound!)
Born gangsta, stays on the move (Stay on the move, move on)
Dogg Pound just for the fuck of it (D-P-G: Dogg Pound!)
Born gangsta keepin it true
None of y’all can stop me now (Stop that)
Cuz I’m havin papers now (Yeah: Dogg Pound! You Know!)

 

[Snoop Dogg talking]
Another Dogg House production. My nigga Meech on the beat. Got another smoke
just goin down, that’s how it goes.
Gotta say wussup to all my niggaz in the house
My nigga Meech in the house
Yeah, Chop-Chop from the AGB
Yeah, GoldieLox
An the LBC
Warren G
Aww yeah
Kiddie Banks from the LBC
JC
Aww yeah
From the big LB
This how we do it y’all, DPG
And we out:.

 

[Hook out]

Murder Was The Case (DeathAfterVisualizingEternity)

[Intro: (Mista Grimm’s “Indo Smoke” plays in the background)]

 

Ay ay Jaycee
Sup Aron?
Ain’t that Snoop Dogg over there?
That that nigga with that blue coat on?
Yeah
Yeah oh yeah that’s that nigga
Nigga roll up on the side of him man
Roll your window down
Man hand me my motherfuckin Glock man gimme another clip
Cuz I’m gonna smoke this fool
Yeah roll the windows down
Yeah, OK there you go
Ay man, you Snoop Dogg?
Snoop?
Huh?
Snoop Doggy Dogg?
Man he’s Snoop Dogg
Man fuck that nigga!!
[gun shots]
Nigga man!
Get that nigga man!
Man get up fool man, get up man, don’t be tryin to run man
Get up on that fool man, I don’t give a fuck
What set you got now? Fuck you nigga!
Yeah nigga, whassup?
Nigga?
Yeah motherfucker
Yeah nigga, one less nigga
Yeah nigga, youse a dead motherfucker now

 

[Verse One:]

 

As I look up at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I’m shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg
Pumpin on my chest and I’m screamin
I stop breathin, damn I see deamons
Dear God, I wonder can ya save me
I can’t die Boo-Boo’s bout to have my baby
I think it’s too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
“Bring your lifestyle to me I’ll make it better”
How long will I live?
“Eternal life and forever”
And will I be, the G that I was?
“I’ll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes my son”
My eyes are closed

 

[Chorus:]

 

Murder… murder was the case that they gave me
Murder… murder was the case that they gave me

 

[Verse Two:]

 

I’m fresh up out my coma
I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner
It’s gonna take a miracle they say
For me to walk again and talk again but anyway
I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet
And everything that nigga said, came to reality
Livin like a baller loc
Havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a Benz, and bought my Boo-Boo a Jag
And now I’m rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad
“Just remember who changed your mind
Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass mine”
Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
Never have a want, never have a need
They say I’m greedy but I still want mo’
Cuz my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)

 

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord, my soul to keep
If I should die, before I wake
I pray the lord, my soul to take

 

No more indo, gin and juice
I’m on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know
them niggaz from the other side recognize my face
Cuz it’s the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C
Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don’t care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
Niggaz stare as I enter the center
They send me to a leval 3 yard, that’s where I stay
Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor
Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off
Cuz you can’t tell what’s next
My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck
And he probably won’t make it, to see twenty-two
I put that on my momma, I’ma ride for you Baby Boo

 

[Chorus 2X]

 

[flatline noise]

Get A Light (Feat. Damian Marley)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg + (Damian Marley)]
Say man.. lemme-lemme get a light homey (Yeah!)
Aye.. aye Timbo.. this yo’ crippin cousin Snoop Dogg cuzz! (Yeah!)
I told you we gotta get gorilla on this one right here man
Take ’em to the zoo!
To the L.A. zoo, take these niggaz to the L.A. zoo
A hah! Yeah nigga.. ’bout to get..
Ain’t shit crazy in here in a long time (Snoop Dogg!)
Dig this… uh..

 

[Snoop Dogg]
I need a light, let me step up in this motherfucker ’til I get it right
(Get it right Dogg!)
I need a light, let me lean, make it bright, everythang is dynamite
(Ahhhh true!)
Bust a bitch, tryna feel like a pimp would
It’s Snoop D O Double G, I’m in ya neighborhood
I make it crack-a-lack, do it just like that
Take a sip of this, nigga have a puff of that
You had enough of that? Yeah, give it right back
Now lay ya head back and roll in the Cadillac
How we do what we do, what it is, where it’s goin down.. and the
motherfuckers flip it
Rip it, get specific, and dip it and then they drip it
‘Cause you know we like to pop it ’cause you talkin so different
Fix your Focus and ride.. I want the bangers to bang
Or get hyphy with my niggaz up north by the Bay
Tryna twist in my whip, I got the big body Benz
‘Cause I’m rollin with my nephew and we smokin again
“Turn your music down low, man yo’ shit too loud!”
What the fuck you talkin ’bout, I put my gun in yo’ mouth nigga! (in yo’ mouth!)

 

[Hook: Snoop Dogg]
Niggaz better get it right
Let me get a light, nigga let me get a light! (Get it right Dogg!)
Yeah, better get it right
Nigga let me get a light, homey let me get a light!

 

[Chorus: Damian Marley]
To get it tight they gotta get a light
Well, to get it tight they gotta get a liggghhht! (Get it right Dogg!)
To get it tight they gotta get a light
No, to get it tight they gotta get a liggghhht!

 

[Snoop Dogg]
Hip-Hop! I ball like a split end, I’m all like I been in
I’m tryna put my bid in
Rip ride and try to keep it all hid in
Slide to the left and let yo’ G homey get in
Gloccs of Velveeta, yep I’m off the meter
Ride by and see ya with my hands on a heater
Wanna be like the O but you act like a hoe
Gotta lot of Patron, with a shot of the malt
Wanna be’s wanna beef like nine-ninety nine
You wanna battle me? You better learn how to rhyme
Boys stop tweakin ‘fore I light up the place
What he say? Who you talkin ’bout? I’m right in ya face
Aye! Aye! Baby girl you know we hit the coot a lot
Me and my nephews, yeah, we stayin true to life
They get the party live, Dogg is the motivator
Rockin the block socket and knockin down the player haters
Yeah nigga.. you better know, it’s incredible, unforgettable
Yeah, I bet I’m slow and I bet I’m low
We at the L.A. zoo, I’m whylin out like an ambulance!

 

[Hook + Chorus]

 

[Snoop Dogg + (Damian Marley)]
Lemme get a light nigga! (Snoop Dogg and Jr. Gong)
Lemme get a light man! Real talk man..
It’s yo’ uncle, Snoop D O Double G, bangin down yo’ do’ with my nephew Timbo! (Yeah!)
You know how we be! I.. indo, ooohhhwee, somethin brand new.. y’know what I mean?
Get it right nigga! (“Get it right Dogg!”) Real spit cuzz…

 

[Chorus – 2X]

 

[Snoop Dogg over Chorus]
Beatin down yo’ do’ for the ’06
Comin back with some gorilla shit

 

Beatin down yo’ do’ for the ’06
Comin at you niggaz with gorilla shit
Yeah nigga.. some gorilla shit
Yo… see ya!
(Get it right Dogg!)
West, west y’all! [echoes]

Crip Hop (Feat. LaToiya Williams)

[Chorus: Tray Deee]
I’m tired of that punk shit
Where niggaz claim to done, where they from and who run shit
I bang it to the tip-top
Can’t stop, won’t stop, droppin gangbang hit rocks
To the last drip-drop
To the, tick tock to the blocks niggaz rip glocks
I’m knowin that this shit hot
This your first introduction to this motherfuckin crip hop

 

[Tray Deee]
It’s time to research the documents and pull some files
and put it down with this gangsta style
Cause I be seein niggaz bein more aggressive now
after peace treaty meetings and the weapons down
Sport Chucks ‘member once it was Nikes and sandals
To me it’s unlikely that you’re sheisty and skanless
To manage this dramaticness I call my rep
Every step stay on deck keepin bustaz in check
Certified murder guide through the streets of death
Where the sleep ya slip soon as ya weakness met
From that real killer deal get ya steal and mash
Niggaz have done did when the steel’ll blast
Pockets filled with cash, fuck a Benz or Jag
Lookin rough in a bucket, tuckin tens and Macs
Dip roam, chip phones, flip (?) and clock
Lick shots and the cops and control your block
Keep it true with the crew from the old to new
Ride providin ’em with guidance like your ‘sposed to do
Notice who, participatin all the activity
That’s how we livin G, strictly killer tendencies
So death to all my enemies
And to the homies who rest in peace, a dub bag and Hennessy
These weak niggaz killin me
with their proclivity to even proclimate that they as real as me

 

[Chorus]

 

[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip
Talk shit and I’ma bust yo’ lip
I’m gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six Hummer
in D.C., fuckin with a breezy, easy
See we see all we can see
G.R. we can G, the Eastside family
Coherent, cohesive, the co-pilot
On this Eastside shit cuz, I’m co-signin
On the East fuck peace we ridin violent
Fuck where you been it’s all about where I been
Sirens, gunshots, flood glocks get popped
when they all try to knock knock knock
Who is it – visit the papers, the streets and the labels
We got the hottest shit burnin on the turntables
I won’t deny ya, I’m a straight rider
and you don’t wanna fuck with me (yeh yeh)

 

[Chorus]

 

[Goldie Loc]
C.. R.. I.. P.. cause that’s all we G
I’m from Rollin’, 20, Gangsta Crip
and I’ma tell you how the shit gon’ C (gon’ C)
Now if I wasn’t rappin motherfucker y’all be starvin
on my nuts without bucks like Marvin
You can’t sleep, you can’t eat, look who starvin
Written bill paid but still gotta be a slave
Flip your own money, make your own proper
Get yo’ own heat, in case some niggaz try to stop ya
Be a boss hog about your money, float loc
And trust no one, anybody can get smoke smoked
like a fat-ass blunt, of that bomb shit
Have a babysitter set that ass up for chip Chips Ahoy!
Niggaz ran in with toys
If you didn’t see ’em it’s the Eastside boys
We be mobbin, like a motherfuckin cut
Dirty dealt, lil’ sag, lil’ jay, lil’ Chuck
Two times, trey times on yo’ motherfuckin ass
Keep it O.G. nigga, rewind and pass
It’s just another day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin
Is you hustlin, do you relate to drug smugglin?
If so, grab a nine and start to trip
But remember, don’t let nobody punk you out yo’ grip nigga

 

[LaToiya Williams]
Dogg Pound groovin, Eastside is the greatest
and other guys can’t fade us
cause we’re the hardest in the town
(?) and duces, never could be faded
And all you suckers hate it
Ohh crip is goin down
And baby have no doubt, we gonna turn it out
And that’s on Eastside L.B.C.
And we’re the best, we rockin coast to coast
and we be blowin dope, and baby that’s the shit
I’m talkin real shit to ya baby (that real crip shit)
Duces ‘n trayz bangin (that real crip shit)
I’m talkin real shit to ya baby (that real crip shit)
Duces ‘n trayz, bangin bangin bangin bangin (THAT CRIP!)

 

[Snoop Dogg]
Oooh! Yeah, that Eastsider shit (Eastside Eastside)
What y’all know about this here (what what wha-wha-what?)
I’m (I’m) tal..king.. crip shit (talk to me, talk to me)
I’m.. tal..king.. crip shit
I’m talking crip shit to you baby
Eastside.. ahh! Eastside, Eastside
Ahh.. Eastside, Eastside!
Uhh, ahh.. Eastside, Eastside

House Shoes

Dogghouse
Gimme some of that g shit goldie loc
Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin ’bout
Yeah, check this out y’all, uh huh huh

 

We got Snoop Dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy tray-deee
Waniac, trip loc and goldie, 4 tay from the bay, what you say
What you say, huh? (we do this like everyday)

 

Did ya get the dank, did ya get the dank?
Yeah I got the dank, you got the gas in the tank?
V.I.p. status, don’t need an apparatus
’cause the niggas I fuck with, they all about the cabbage
Down in yellobrick road my destination, the dogghouse
Toastin remys, fillin’ jimmies, we goin all out
Lookin for the wizard, creepin through the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player’s ball
They gon be strippin and wigglin ass
Hope you brought your playa pass
Tray-deee, goldie half dead, the twins blaze sacks
Bigger than big everyday in l.a.
4 tay representin for the whole damn yae, beeyotch

 

Dogghouse, turnin it out, and if you ain’t dope you gots to get
The fuck out, that’s on the o g d p, (say what)
And that’s how it is when you fuckin with me

 

Don’t matter how you come, use all angles
Ties become tangled when the cutthroat strangles
My hookup, long rangers
Better float like a nationwide sky pager
Them hoes save us, talk about bein playas
On the real we can deal with you playa haters
We hit the spot, every city got a block
What you makin when you take it to a different type of level that it pops
Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady bangin
Hoes steady sangin from the gang that we claimin
Yo, it’s waniac, the maniac, trip loc won’t you spit that rap

 

Park my shit and jump out, I’m at the homies spot
To see if he floatin with me up to the dogghouse
Hit the weed he lightin, outside little niggas is fightin
This bomb, I’m likin
Holla at my folks I know up in the complex
Nigga ready to ride as soon as he get dressed
Now we ready to roll, hit the store, then the carpool lane
Once again it’s on, big chiefin
Remind me of the noisiest place
Ladies all over the place, and niggas super laced
How we like it, saggin in my 5 0 1
Killin my lungs, keepin these homies and bitches on one

 

Man I got warrants, bad tax, still sayin fuck it
Headed up to dogghouse swervin in a bucket
Puffin on some bomb from my comrade blue
And got my little bitch catch a contact too
House shoes with the blue khaki suit and my locs on
Swoopin to some soopafly, gettin my smoke on
Nigga goldie loc got the heat on roast it
4 tay on the way plus the twins is posted
Bout to set it off bet it’s off the hook
Straight crooks, gettin money off the books
Makin nothin but that gangsta shit that niggas lovin
Thuggin at the house party, fuck goin clubbin

 

Let me hear you say pimps, banks, hustlers
Let’s all get the money then murder these motherfuckers
Cocksuckers, they can’t stop us
Now put up your choppers, just in case they rollin with them coppers
I shut em down, doggpound for them bitches
I be seein you with snitches everytime I’m hittin switches
Ice skatin over dicthes
I’m true to the game, plus I’m out to get them riches
I be mobbin down the road tryin to bag up my bags
I’m saggin so hard I’m tearin up the back of my khakis
I’m tryin to reach my dogg dirty red
But this hoe won’t let me know, which way to go
I’m movin slow
My chucks only come with a hundred miles of walkin
Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and I’m gunnin nigga
Doggpound gangsta crip for life
And we gon party in this motherfucker all damn night

(Intro) I Love To Give You Light

[Minister]
Say man ay ushers, deacons, lock the do’

 

[singers – repeat in background of Intro w/ ad libs]
(I love, to give you light)

 

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Geah, first of all
Givin honor to God, and all the ministers on the pulpits
Ushers, deacons, and my lovely choir
They sound so beautiful, don’t you agree?
Sing it sister..
Yeah, we’d like to welcome y’all inside this R&G
Rhythm & Gangsta: The Masterpiece
Such a, heavenly experience
Alchemist, break it down for me nephew
Let me preach to ’em one time, chuuch

 

[Snoop Dogg]
In the beginning as a child I was chosen
Though not knowin the reason while still my eyes opened
Whatever the purpose, I surfaced above the fog
Love was given to all, outside livin the ball
As an adolescent, one black child, I had a message
to reach teachin the masses, I wrote my first passage
It was jotted down, created in the form of a rap
I’m young, livin in the city of jackers and gangbangin
and dope dealin, cold feelin to be a product of niggaz around you
Once you get on top they down you
But the temptation got me, streets caught me watchin
I found myself grindin on the streets quite often
With a blue rag, bangin the dub, fo’-fifth coffin
At the spot, 61st, 40 blocks from the Eastside
Where most of the big homies had a glock and flossed the G-ride
Niggaz throwin up hands but it wasn’t no peace signs
Never fo’ a second did I think to let my light shine
Hardheaded, thought I was grown, messin up
Disrespectin my home, not carin ’bout what moms what sayin
And then I found out that mom wasn’t playin
Today, I love you for it, back then, I couldn’t understand
Get my life right, step it up, nigga be a man
Never be a victim, of what the system might hit you with
Through the stripes still gotta shine my light
I’ve grown, to comprehend the game; my name is Big Snoop Boss Dogg
Just a block and a phone call away
I’ve reached the status, of a modern day John Baptist
I’m preachin just what I practice
To each and all, I got a word from the Beach to acros the globe
Man woman young and old
Don’t gain the world, lose your soul to spite
Many circumstances Doggy gon’ shine my light cause I love you

 

[singers – repeat in background of Outro w/ ad libs]
(I love, to give you light)

 

[Outro: Minister]
And the people that is locked up, locked down
And the people that’s locked dowwwwwn
Also God, should purchase the new, Escalade
On 24’s, with the spinnin thangs, ha ha
I need you to, right now, look at your neighbors
Cause a lot of y’all think y’all goin to heaven huh
And you ain’t gon’ go!
So I need you right now to, look at your neighbor
and say neighbor, say NEIGH-BOR, YOU AIN’T GOIN!!
YOU AIN’T GOIN!!

Ashtrays and Heartbreaks (Feat. Miley Cyrus)

[Verse 1: Snoop Lion]
Tonight, there’s gonna be a whole lot of smoke in the air
Blow it hard for the ones who ain’t here
Seems like every day we’re putting one six feet underground
So blaze – what goes up, must come down

 

[Bridge: Miley Cyrus]
Now my buzz is gone, I need to re-up on reality
Can’t let them see me weak, I need to pause on it
Is there any possibility that everyone feels like me?

 

[Hook: Miley Cyrus]
Ashtrays and heartbreaks
I lost some, let’s toast to one
So put ’em high, lets reminisce
You’re gone, but you’re never missed
Ashtrays and heartbreaks
I lost some, let’s toast to one
So raise a glass to the memories
Set ’em free and fill up all those ashtrays
Fill up all those ashtrays

 

[Verse 2: Snoop Lion]
Tomorrow when you wake up and realize life ain’t fair
Throw it back, and make the whole world disappear
You never miss what you had until it’s gone
When it’s right, something always will go wrong

 

[Bridge: Miley Cyrus]
Now my buzz is gone, I need to re-up on reality
Can’t let them see me weak, I need to pause on it
Is there any possibility that everyone feels like me?

 

[Hook: Miley Cyrus]
Ashtrays and heartbreaks
I lost some, let’s toast to one
So put ’em high, lets reminisce
You’re gone but you’re never missed
Ashtrays and heartbreaks
I lost some, let’s toast to one
So raise a glass to the memories
Set ’em free and fill up all those ashtrays
Fill up all those ashtrays

 

[Bridge: Miley Cyrus]
Now my buzz is gone, I need to re-up on reality
Can’t let them see me weak, I need to pause on it
Is there any possibility that everyone feels like me?

 

[Hook: Miley Cyrus]
Ashtrays and heartbreaks
I lost some, let’s toast to one
So put ’em high, lets reminisce
You’re gone but you’re never missed
Ashtrays and heartbreaks
I lost some, let’s toast to one
So raise a glass to the memories
Set ’em free and fill up all those ashtrays
Fill up all those ashtrays

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