Álbum Coolaid de Snoop Dogg - Canciones

Coolaid

2016 |

Sello | Doggy Style Records

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LegendVer letra

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Motherfucking legend

Motherfucking legend

Even if I die, living Legend

Look at my reflection

Ain't no second guessing

Always be a legend

A motherfucking legend

Motherfucking legend

Used to whip a Lexus

I can die right now, still a legend

Look at my reflection

Ain't no second guessing

Born to be a legend

A motherfucking legend

1996, I beat a 187 (murder was the case)

80 million sold, and I ain't check the records

Checked a couple rappers, told 'em not to test me

Ask me who am I? Motherfucking legend

50 bitches naked

Nike ain't my preference

Khaki with the Chucks

Now look how they dressing

Perfecting my profession

Someone call the reverend (Nate Dogg nigga)

Bury me alive, living legend

Motherfucking legend

Motherfucking legend

Even if I die, living Legend

Look at my reflection

Ain't no second guessing

Always be a legend

A motherfucking legend

Look, big dog, six broads, don't matter to me

You knew niggas look madder than me

Came up with the doc, been around the world with 'pac

Don't compare another rapper to me

When I came and kicked them buildings over

Swear I always knew I'd never be the same

Was born to be a motherfucking legend

I ain't never do it for no fucking fame

Motherfucking legend

You know what I'm repping

20 million, 20 years ago

Cuh, you was like 7

You ain't gotta like it

Bitch you gon' respect it (Respek on my name!)

Look me in my eye

Motherfucking legend

Motherfucking legend

Motherfucking legend

Even if I die, living Legend

Look at my reflection

Ain't no second guessing

Always be a legend

A motherfucking legend

Motherfucking legend

Used to whip a Lexus

I can die right now, still a legend

Look at my reflection

Ain't no second guessing

Born to be a legend

A motherfucking legend

Mix purple with the yella

Kobe with Vanessa

Did it doggy style

Like upon the dresser

Look at my reflection

Motherfucking legend

Even when I die
Ten Toes DownVer letra

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[Excerpt from Paid In Full:]

A nigga like me man, I love the game, I love the hustle man

I be feeling like one of them ball player niggas you know

Like Bird, Magic or something

Yeah you know a nigga got dough a nigga can leave the league

But if I leave… the fans still gone love me man?

Told you I was bout to do it big, huh?

Came in this game as a kid, huh?

Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh?

First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh?

First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh?

First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh?

Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh?

Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib, huh?

I ain’t do it, people said I did, huh?

Rap music ain’t what's fuckin' up they kids, huh?

Gangster rap is fuckin’ up the biz, huh?

My influence, something that I said, cuh?

Like I’m jewish, all about the bread, huh

From the sewage, tryin’ to get ahead, huh

I’m bout to do it, fuckin’ up they head, huh?

These opportunist, fuckin’ up they bread, huh?

Corporate America stance is irregular

Ready Cuz, rap sheet, impeccable

Multi plats, my past

What we have here is unprofessional

My metal, undetectable, my style, unselectable

Niggas runnin’ they mouth thats unacceptable

21st street, Long Beach 'til the death of you

Told you I was bout to do it big, huh?

Came in this game as a kid, huh?

Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh?

First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh?

First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh?

First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh?

Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh?

Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib, huh?

Keep shootin’, thats what the people tell me, huh

Get the biggest dope sack that you can sell me, huh

And your homegirl do it, huh

I make the whole world do it, huh

Ain’t no limit to the dog and that's real talk

I’m the one that showed you how a real crip walk

Resume, document, G-File

Recollect, reflect, and let me break it down

Take it out the bag, lay it on the table quick

Call my handlers, I handle and disable this

Tickin’ time bomb, made crippin’ look fun

Can’t walk around without your motherfuckin’ gun, that's a no no

Real hood redemption, my tiny Lokos is really on a mission

Niggas runnin’ they mouth thats unacceptable

21st Street, Long Beach 'til the death of you

Told you I was bout to do it big, huh?

Came in this game as a kid, huh?

Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh?

First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh?

First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh?

First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh?

Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh?

Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib, huh?

Do anybody in the house remember?

When it wasn’t no Snoop Dogg? (Hell yeah!)

It wasn’t no rappers talking’ bout the LBC (Hell nah)

So its safe to say, I put it on the map, huh

So if you see me on the block, yeah, I’m back, huh

And if you don’t think you know where I’m at, huh

You wanna battle, little homie, get your racks up

Boy you need to kit kat, make you niggas get back

Split you like a kit kat, the big homie did that

Rollin’ like a rebel though, I’m on a whole ‘nother level though

My heart, my hair, My G, my seat, that part right there

I’m more than a rapper though, pure intellectual

Smooth as a criminal, you hear me though?

Told you I was bout to do it big, huh?

Came in this game as a kid, huh?

Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh?

First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh?

First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh?

First nigga talk that crippin’ to your kids, huh?

Still down Ten toes in this shit, huh?

Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib, huh?
Don't Stop
Featuring: Too Short
Super CripVer letra

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Turn me up, turn me up

Just Blaze

What's up, what's happening?

Big Snoop in this bitch, get it crackin'

Dickies creased up and they saggin'

Gat in the right side, left side flag

Niggas running at the lip again

Got me feelin' I'ma trip again

And you thought I wasn't listenin'

Bitches talk shit, got me walkin' like a Crip again

Gotta hit you with the re-up

I'm married to the streets, fuck a prenup

Ayy lil' nigga roll the weed up

Dre get my cup, we about to get G'd up

Long Beach on my right side

CPT on my left side

I got Watts in this bitch

It be dogs from the 'jects still screaming out West Side

Long Beach on my right side

CPT on my left side

I got Watts in this bitch

Tiny loccs from the third and they screaming out East Side

Bitch niggas still bang on 'em

50 Cal shots, let it rang on 'em

And if a square ass nigga tried to get up in my circle

We gon' have to put them thangs on 'em

Bitch niggas still bang on 'em

50 Cal shots, let it rain on 'em

And if a square ass nigga tried to get up in my circle

We gon' have to put them thangs on 'em

Still say fuck 'em cause ain't no love for 'em

Tell 'em come and see me, I got a slug for 'em

But then again I ain't brainless

I'll have my little loccs hit you with the stainless

Still say fuck 'em cause ain't no love for 'em

Tell 'em come and see me, I got a slug for 'em

But I ain't tryna make ya famous

I'll have my tiny locos hit you with the stainless

Shit you know who I be

D-O double G, super C-R-I-P

Creepin' through the fog

And steppin' through the smog

And you know I'm high as shit

And my bitches fly free

Shit you know who I be

D-O double G, super C-R-I-P

Creepin' through the fog

And steppin' through the smog

And you know I'm high as shit

And my bitches fly free

Super Crip, what?

Super Crip, who?

Super Crip, what?

Super Crip, who?

Super Crip, what?

It's still 187 if you bitch niggas wanna trip, who?

Super Crip, what?

Super Crip, who?

Super Crip, what?

Super Crip, who?

Super Crip, what?

It's still 187 if you bitch niggas need that

It's enough of that to go around

Real G's make the hood go 'round

Keep the planet spinnin' on it's axis

How is he so hood? How can you ask this?

I guess you can say I put in practice

On the strip, under lights, now I'm back bitch

And even if I'm blown on my own

With the chrome to your dome

Make you stretch like elastic

I need my real G's to the left

Bitch niggas staying to the right

I need my tool front and center

Hard on these scores from the Summer to the winter

Spring to the Fall, bitches still on my balls

It's the number one nigga from the hood Doggy Dogg

Still pull up on a nigga when I need to be heard

I'm a killer and a stealer, but I ain't from Pittsburgh

Real niggas on the set, I get your whole clique served

You best observe, a B chalked out on the curb

With your momma and your people sayin' "Supercrip did it"

They won't testify, so he got away with it

Now I'm sttin' on my throne, on my bad phone

I'm talkin' to Iron man, smokin' on fireman

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane

Walkin' through the clouds with a Crip stick cane

Super Crip, what?

Super Crip, who?

Super Crip, what?

Super Crip, who?

Super Crip, what?

It's still 187 if you bitch niggas wanna trip, who?

Super Crip, what?

Super Crip, who?

Super Crip, what?

Super Crip, who?

Super Crip, what?

It's still 187 if you bitch niggas need that
Coolaid ManVer letra

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Hey, Snoop Dogg, can you pour me another glass of that Coolaid?

On the set, my nigga, I'mma own mine

Upgrade, just like your phone game

Big Snoop Dogg, I do my own thing

And I stays in my own lane

My rap style, is dynamite

A lot of y'all niggas do sound alike

You do it how you do's it

See, you can blame it on the drugs, or you can blame it on the music

Where I come from, if you sound like another nigga

That's called bitin', yeah, you the other nigga

Let my demeanor be the meaning, got you screamin'

While you leanin', now you fiendin', while you dreamin'

To have a big car, rap star

Ten-room mansion with a lake in your backyard

So disobedient, flavor is the main ingredient

And you lack it, it's all in your jacket

But I'm hot, and as cool as a fan

You bitches drinkin' lemonade, I'm the Coolaid Man

Standin' on the corner with a Coolaid stand

Cool as a fan, yeah, bitch, I'm the Coolaid Man

I'm hot (he's cool), but as cool as a fan

Bitches drinkin' lemonade, but I'm the Coolaid Man

I'm standin' on the corner with a Coolaid stand

Cool as a fan, yeah, bitch, I'm the Coolaid Man

Now drink up, Mr. Coolaid Man, Mr. Coolaid Man

Now drink up, Mr. Coolaid Man, [?] I'm the Coolaid Man

Now drink up!

The reason that I say that I'm the Coolaid

Look at all the flavor that I gave to the gizzame

Just add water, it don't get no hotter

You got your whole get-down from the Doggy Dogg father

Nevermind it was never mines

Inquire intellectual, clever minds

Bet a dub that this shit pop

Bitch niggas mix love with this hip-hop

Just to be on, now what the fuck are we on

LBC, we've been known to get our G on

They call me Don Corleone, that's the corner he on, P-I-M-P on

She a freak of the week, I'm teachin' niggas how to eat

Cause I'm deep in the streets

Look, don't get it fucked up loc

Cause every now and then, niggas need a line of this dope

Cause I'm hot, and as cool as a fan

You bitches drinkin' lemonade, I'm the Coolaid Man

Standin' on the corner with a Coolaid stand

Cool as a fan, yeah, bitch, I'm the Coolaid Man

I'm hot (he's cool), but as cool as a fan

Bitches drinkin' lemonade, but I'm the Coolaid Man

I'm standin' on the corner with a Coolaid stand

Cool as a fan, yeah, bitch, I'm the Coolaid Man

Now drink up, Mr. Coolaid Man, Mr. Coolaid Man

Now drink up, Mr. Coolaid Man, [?] I'm the Coolaid Man

Now drink up Mr. Coolaid Man, Mr. Coolaid Man

Now drink up, Mr. Coolaid Man, [?] I'm the Coolaid Man

Now drink up!

S-N-double-O-P, Mr. Coolaid Man

[?], S-N-double-O-P, Mr. Coolaid Man, yeah, that's who he be

Drink up (hot diggity dog)

Don't let the stand hit you, baby

Now drink up!

Mr. Coolaid Man, he's cool
Let Me See Em UpVer letra

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Go! Swizzy! Snoop Dogg!

I’m in the zone like, lockin’ alone like

Niggas keep talkin’ but I’m sittin' on the phone like

Picking a bone like, sittin’ on my throne like

Niggas is wrong like, singing’ my song like

My nigga I’m so tight, spitin' with gold mic

Walk through a dark cloud, came out in a strobe light

Rockin’ a robe like, Hef with his hoes like

Heavy is the head but to me its the soul like

Eat with the rich and get back to the low lifes

Cup with his Cool-Aid the flavor is so right

Dip in and floss like, ship it in one night

Fuck what it cost like, livin’ the boss life

[Hook - Swizz Beatz & Snoop Dogg:]

Lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em up

Lemme-lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em up

Snoop Dogg!

Aye, lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em low

Lemme-lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em low

Snoop Dogg!

Aye, now that's what's up

I’m back in my zone like

Living a long life, stuffin’ the bone like

Puffin’ a long night, pingin’ the pong like

Singin’ a song like, King of the Kong like

Godzilla fo'realla, my killas is so right

If it don’t go right, make sure you all ride

Deuce deuce and a Tec-9 with a .4-5

Niggas is so dead, my nigga I’m so live

Back in my zone like niggas hittin’ my phone like

Shoot him some bail like, cuz he won’t tell right?

The homies don’t act like, the homies don’t act right

Under interrogation becomes cooperation

That's why I dealt like, solo and bolo like

Kick a little ass and talk shit like I’m Dolomite

Dip in and floss like, ship it in one night

Fuck what it cost like, livin’ the boss life

[Hook - Swizz Beatz & Snoop Dogg:]

Lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em up

Lemme-lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em up

Snoop Dogg!

Aye, lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em low

Lemme-lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em low

Snoop Dogg!

Aye, now thats whats up

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Now that's what's up

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Now that's what's up

Snoop Dogg, Dogg, Dogg, Dogg!

Snoop Dogg, Dogg, Dogg, Dogg! Yeah!

Snoop Dogg, Dogg, Dogg, Dogg!

Snoop Dogg, Dogg, Dogg, Dogg!

Dogg, Dogg, Dogg, Dogg!

Snoop Dogg, Dogg, Dogg, Dogg!

Swizzy, Swizzy, Swizzy! Aye

[Hook - Swizz Beatz & Snoop Dogg:]

Lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em up

Lemme-lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em up

Snoop Dogg!

Aye, lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em low

Lemme-lemme see em, lemme see em, lemme see em low

Snoop Dogg!

Aye, now thats whats up
Featuring: Swizz Beatz
Point Seen Money GoneVer letra

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[Jeremih:]

Let me be the man and get the money

Baby how that sound?

When I'm feelin' high I'm probably on some light skin

When I'm feelin' low I'm on some brown

Won't you come straight to California

We can get with it, show you how the shit goes down

Know around the world get nasty

And I'm a be right there, right by where the cash be, cash be

And I'm a be right there, right by where the cash be

No, no, no, no, no, no

That's where the cash be

[Snoop Dogg:]

Mula, fetty, you not ready

I'm a get the cheese but the bread was spaghetti

Letti said he can play with them broads

Opportunistic I stay on them hoes

I ain't got time to be handing with y'all

'Specially when there is no money involved

Joint seem mighty long

Red beam on his dome

Point seen money gone

[Jeremih:]

Let me be the man and get the money

Baby how that sound?

When I'm feelin' high I'm probably on some light skin

When I'm feelin' low I'm on some brown

Won't you come straight to California

We can get with it, show you how the shit goes down

Know around the world get nasty

And I'm a be right there, right by where the cash be, cash be

And I'm a be right there, right by where the cash be

[Snoop Dogg:]

Robert De Niro, fly as a sparrow

Profit to profit, arrow to pharaoh

El Bueno, hustle like Maino

All money in, no draino

Cato, body, get it like I get mines

Smoke papers, Jamaica, I make it, bake it, shake it, or make it

Never had to fake it to make it

Just put the pedal to the metal rock it up to get flakey

I'm living the fast life

Jet after jet and try to keep my cash right

I know you understand the meaning

Hand full of green and while the fans keep feigning

Straight up, no leaning, I'm right where the chips at

Or even in the hood where the crips at

Joint seem mighty long

Red beam on his dome

Point seen money gone

[Jeremih:]

Let me be the man and get the money

Baby how that sound?

When I'm feelin' high I'm probably on some light skin

When I'm feelin' low I'm on some brown

Won't you come straight to California

We can get with it, show you how the shit goes down

Know around the world get nasty

And I'm a be right there, right by where the cash be, cash be

And I'm a be right there, right by where the cash be

No, no, no, no, no, no

That's where the cash be

[Snoop Dogg:]

All right now I need passion to the stage

Destiny, Melia, Passion

I need y'all to the stage let's go

I need y'all on the stage let's go

Work, work, work

In a white ghost sipping holy water

Always been the type to get it close to porters

After play, Barry Bonds, out the park, I got hits

What you mean? I through the tarp

At the wall, off the wall

I feel like Mike, I don't miss

Niggas talkin' shit

Saying I didn't fuck that pussy into one-nighty

HItting that pussy quit was just aight, uhh

Not at all I ain't get to see the wall

I cocked 'em off, fuck them all

Fuck the law, fuck you thought

I ain't change, seen my chain looks like the car

Flashy man, flashy this and dancing on me

Dirty dancing, dancing like my double cup

Lemonade to niggas that be acting tough

See you got money I just double up

Multiply, fuck addition, fuck your position

Macauley Culkin, rich and riches

This the life, then walk away it's so delicious

Up in Dubai, Sushi hella bitches

Aw man wrote a check, 2 commas, lean lean

Tell em' I need two shots, or two o' clock

Plus that adds about 2000, teardrops

Pull up with my crew in silent nights

[Jeremih:]

I need a girl who will do whatever I want

I need a girl who will do whatever I want
Featuring: Jeremih
Oh Na NaVer letra

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Here we go

It’s time

[Hook - Wiz Khalifa:]

If it ain’t KK what you smoking on

If it ain’t Rosé tell ‘em carry on

It ain’t ‘bout mine ‘less the money long

Oh na na na na na na

Oh na na na na na na

Oh na na na na na na

Oh na na na na na na

Oh na na na na na na

[Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg:]

Fat sack in hand, Mac and Dev

Back in dreads, stacking bread

Kush in the air errywhere I be

Word is Doggy Dogg got that 10 a key

You can believe what you wanna loc

See I’ma pee on the tree when I wanna smoke

Underground to the top shelf

And I can do it by my goddamn self

I put some fire on the tip

High when I trip, still fly on a bitch

I’ma ease on by

Tip top, don’t stop, why not, not why

See I’ma regulate it

Real shit, real niggas, real weed separated

And put the match on the tip

So quick, so fast like that, you bitch

[Hook - Wiz Khalifa:]

If it ain’t KK what you smoking on

If it ain’t Rosé tell ‘em carry on

It ain’t ‘bout mine ‘less the money long

Oh na na na na na na

Oh na na na na na na

Oh na na na na na na

Oh na na na na na na

Oh na na na na na na

[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]

Came in this thang, blowing on the strongest Mary Jane

Make sure everybody know my name

Niggas know we go hard so we young bosses in the game

Now I’m getting weed on the plane

It’s such a shame, your bitch with us

Hatin’ on me ‘cause you probably can’t get rich with us

Probably run around claim you a real nigga too

But I’ma fuck her, never call like real niggas do, ooh

No pain, no gain

I be on the yacht drunk sipping champagne

Partying with Snoop Dogg, smoking propane

Screaming rest in peace June Bug with my whole gang

Uhh, niggas hate but I just laugh at that

A milly first quarter, you ain’t half of that

Talking trees, we can go pack for pack

All day, we just smoke back to back

[Hook - Wiz Khalifa:]

If it ain’t KK what you smoking on

If it ain’t Rosé tell ‘em carry on

It ain’t ‘bout mine ‘less the money long

Oh na na na na na na

Oh na na na na na na

Oh na na na na na na

Oh na na na na na na

Oh na na na na na na
Featuring: Wiz Khalifa
My CarzVer letra

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[Hook:]

My cars, they hot, my paint is wet

My bitches, they bad, thats probably why y’all mad

My cars, they hot, my paint is wet

My bitches, they bad, thats probably why y’all mad

My cars, they hot, my paint is wet

My bitches, they bad, thats probably why y’all mad

You see I’m mean with the 16, yes you are

Got a big old house, bout 50 cars

And the ones I drive, what a hell of a ride

Built for a player when I lean to the side

My shit so dank, my paint is wet

‘Lacs, Impalas, and Corvettes

Wagoners, saggin’ here

Nigga not braggin’ here, but lets be clear

My cars, they hot, my paint is wet

So I figured the funk, point blank man this nigga a hoe

Look around, smash down, sit your ass down little class clown

Let me get back on the highway, try my way

This is the fly, way, Mass appeal, cash the deal

Never will I motherfuckin’ crash the wheel

Pass the feel, the tank with the drank in the cup

Look baby girl, thats whats up

Slide by my side bitch house in the cut

With my 9 by side when I side in the cut

I shake I shook in, peep out the window, niggas still lookin’

When in doubt, flash that 9 get in and out

Take my time while dippin’ out, then bang my set while spinnin’ out

[Hook:]

My cars, they hot, my paint is wet

My bitches, they bad, thats probably why y’all mad

My cars, they hot, my paint is wet

My bitches, they bad, thats probably why y’all mad

My cars, they hot, my paint is wet

My bitches, they bad, thats probably why y’all mad

Let me raise mine, bang for the Fo’

Pop that shit nigga break it down low

They say the stage with more lights

Can the nigga re-write the whole game

She tried to dodge the blue ride

Big race tires we ride the whole ride

We bringin’ it live to your side

You gonna stand outside or you gonna hop inside?

She said cool can my girls come?

We gon’ drank, smoke then fuck some

It was 2, 3, 4, then 5, tall short thick and fine

And they all enjoyed the ride, Dogg could you bring us all back again

I love it when you put it in my back again

Fill up in your car then you back again

Cause your cars are hot, your paint is wet

Your bitches, they’re bad, thats probably why y’all mad

Your cars, they’re hot, your paint is wet

Your bitches, they’re bad, thats probably why y’all mad

Your cars, they’re hot, your paint is wet

Your bitches, they’re bad, thats probably why y’all mad

Now look here mane

I got variation mane

I got a white one, a black one, a yellow one

A green one, a blue one, a red one

I mean I mean mane, I even got a space ship, you dig

You could even float with me if you want to

Cause thats how a real player ride

We ride like we ride

You wanna get inside, well lets ride

You wanna get inside, well lets ride

You wanna get inside, well baby lets ride

You ever made love in a car? You don’t like when I talk to you like that?

You ever been fucked in a car? That sounds better don’t it
Two or MoreVer letra

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You niggas don't hear me though

Turn it up, nigga, this shit's in stereo

I walked in with a philly ho

Let me give it to you, young locc, on the really though

Hands, the keys, the Benz, the trees

The birds, the bees, the C's, the G's

I get it like I'm 'posed to, you should be close to me

Right up under my wing

Words I sing, verbs I bring

Bread to the park, head in the dark

Ready with art, I said it with heart

Merely distorted, dearly departed

Look what you started

I'm cool as a mother and you acting retarded

Just what the motherfuckin' doctor ordered

It's the d-o-g with the p-o-p

Not one, not two, but three

I gotta have two or more

Two or more, baby

Maybe even three or four

Like three, like four

Listen to me, baby

I need two or more

Yeah

Maybe even three or four

She likes love, drugs, and sex

Love, drugs, and sex

She likes love, drugs, and sex

Have a seat and don't say one word

Cause you will never catch Snoop Dogg with just one bird

And if I do, I'll probably kick it to the curb

And come anew

Runnin' back, I'm-a keep runnin' through

Hut one, hut two

Down set, hike two, three, four

We go overtime

I'm-a give you something that's gonna blow your mind

And take your time, relax a bit

I came here to mack a bitch

This P is so immaculate

I rap a bit just to taste

Puttin' hair to the snare to the bass

Snap that, Snapchat, flick it up

One of me, three of ya'll, so lick it up

I'm back to the hangin' again, bangin' again

Nigga, could you sing it again?

I gotta have two or more

Two or more, baby

Maybe even three or four

Like three, like four

Listen to me, baby

I need two or more

Yeah

Maybe even three or four

She likes love, drugs, and sex

Love, drugs, and sex

She likes love, drugs, and sex

Freak-a-leek, I speak the truth

I got girls lined up trying to get in the booth

Original, more like a miracle

High definition visual, digital, minimal

But it can be maxed out

Track meet, more meat blow your back out

I had to pull the 'lac out

Cause there was too many of ya'll to be left out

I stepped out mackish with the whole package

Bread with the cabbage, me and a bad bitch

Or two, make it three

31 flavors, nigga

It gets no better than this

Now, who in the world can get you more wetter than this?

I'm back to the hangin' again, bangin' again

Nigga, could you sing it again?

I gotta have two or more

Two or more, baby

Maybe even three or four

Like three, like four

Listen to me, baby

I need two or more

Yeah

Maybe even three or four

She likes love, drugs, and sex

Love, drugs, and sex

She likes love, drugs, and sex

Two or more
AffiliatedVer letra

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I don’t want nobody fuckin’ with me in these streets, children

I don’t want nobody fuckin’ with me in these streets, uh-uh

I don’t want nobody fuckin’ with me in these streets, cause

Ain’t nobody got time for that

Ain’t nobody got time for that

Ain’t nobody got, Ain’t nobody got

Ain’t nobody got time for that

Real shit mane, no matter where you from

The same rules and regulations apply, the G code

I don’t hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I’m affiliated

See I’m real for my niggas, I kill for my niggas, I’m affiliated

Grew up from the turf, love doin’ work, I’m affiliated

See I don’t hang in my hood but I bang in my hood

All I bang is that crip shit, trip this

Big Snoop Dogg with my cousin Trick Trick

Put the hammer to your bisquick to your biscuit

Jam with the jelly sellin’ grams at the telly

On the telly with the plinug

If you really want it come and get it on the Dinnub

20 gang, for life, all my niggas locked down

Know I got em’ right

Its a new game, Its a new day

We even got homies in Akron and OK-C

And I'm the [?] Go and see em'

Holla at a nigga on the DM

All I know is to bang the beach, (long beach)

40 years nigga, bangin’ the east

And I can’t stop and I won’t stop

Even though I got a grill, still 20 crip nigga

I don’t hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I’m affiliated

See I’m real for my niggas, I kill for my niggas, I’m affiliated

Grew up from the turf, love doin’ work, I’m affiliated

See I don’t hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I’m affiliated

Shit

Pull up, get out, hood up, sit down

No need to stand, he is the man

It is I, he, King, NFZ, so my thrown, a no fly zone

To make sure they mail they’re check, fly down LAX

To see my big cuz, fuck y’all thought this shit was

Turn a couple corners, big homies’ll pull up on ya

What we finna’ do what the move is

Cuz say the money where the booth is

Go and show the motherfuckers where the truth is

Hold up cuz I do this, state to state face to face

Straight up G shit, 7 mile nigga with the 21 east clique

Love my neighbors, season floor seats Pistons and Lakers

I don’t hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I’m affiliated

See I’m real for my niggas, I kill for my niggas, I’m affiliated

Grew up from the turf, love doin’ work, I’m affiliated

See I don’t hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I’m affiliated

State to State, Oh

I don’t hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I’m affiliated

See I’m real for my niggas, I kill for my niggas, I’m affiliated

Grew up from the turf, love doin’ work, I’m affiliated

See I don’t hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I’m affiliated
Featuring: Trick Trick
Feel About SnoopVer letra

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You brainwashed not to know you grew up wanting to be a pimp, you wanted to be a player (Right) You know, you grew up wanting to be these different things that are role models to you in your neighborhood, until you figure out that...hold on...I'm finna be the first role model that ain't that (Right)

[Angela Yee The Breakfast Club:]

Well I had a chance to listen to the album,

it's very chill, it definitely makes you wanna smoke some weed

(Oh it do?)

Yeah, and I don't even really smoke

(You wanna hit some right now?)

I don't know if we're allowed to do that in here

(We need curtains, we need curtains in here)

No, Snoop can do what he wanna do

(I don't think so...)

Don't ask for permission, ask for forgiveness

And there ain't no doubt about it

Regarded as the freshest, by the way that I live

All the songs that I did, and givin' back to the kids

I mean I done been everywhere that you wanna go

And poppin' on a stick like a pogo

My logo, is similar to the bat sign

Way up in the sky, When you wanna get high

Now look up, Now look up, I shook up the game

With the versatility, verbability, toungetwistagility

Hell yeah, they love the dog

Grandmomma's worldwide wanna hug the dog

The way I feel about Snoop

The way I feel about Snoop

The way I feel about Snoop

The way I feel about Snoop

The way I feel about Snoop

The way I feel about Snoop

The way I feel about Snoop

Look I'm back at it, melodramatic

A little more dope for you Snoop Dogg addicts

Addicted to the things I do, magic

Go go go but no gadget, I'm magic

If I wasn't invented

Then you probably wouldn't even know how to represent it

I'm in it like I spread it, if I said it, All gas unleaded

For really though, I get that real hood love everywhere I go

From mommas, babies, grannies

You gotta love him even if you can't stand him

The way I feel about Snoop

The way I feel about Snoop

The way I feel about Snoop

The way I feel about Snoop

The way I feel about Snoop

The way I feel about Snoop

The way I feel about Snoop
Light It UpVer letra

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letra de Light It Up
If you celebratin' tonight

Celebratin' tonight

A celebration tonight

Graduation tonight

Where it end tonight

A birthday tonight

Ya livin' life tonight

Light the sky up tonight

Light the sky up tonight

Light the sky up tonight

Put your lighters real high

We gon' celebrate life tonight

It's the Fourth of July tonight

Fireworks up tonight

We gon' light the whole sky tonight

We gon' light ya whole life tonight

Light the whole sky tonight

We gon' light the whole sky tonight

Light the whole sky tonight

Celebrate tonight

Cheers to the good life

And I can tell that tonight's gonna be a good night

All my family is here

And we been gettin' it on this whole year, oh yeah

It's grad night, feel too good t have a bad night

Snoop Dogg came through to make sure

Everybody set, let's go

Mama in the house, what it do though?

It occurs to me that today's your happy anniversary

Bacardi over there, party over here, party over there

As we party everywhere

Everybody put yo' hands up, fill the stands up

This is the extravaganza

In it to win it

We start what we finish

The sky is not the limit

Light the sky up tonight

Light the sky up tonight

Light the sky up tonight

Put your lighters real high

We gon' celebrate life tonight

It's the Fourth of July tonight

Fireworks up tonight

We gon' light the whole sky tonight

We gon' light ya whole life tonight

Light the whole sky tonight

We gon' light the whole sky tonight

Light the whole sky tonight

Celebrate tonight

Snoop Dogg's in the house

We gon' set this thang off tonight

And now the scene is set

This 'ill be sumin' that you never forget

We got it poppin' like champagne

Give me my damn ring

We want it all, we the champs

Did the damn thang

We are champions

So we gon' light up the night tonight

Man this sure feels great

So I'm livin' my life tonight

Fireworks in the air, work dat, murk dat, hurt dat there

Put that blue light way in the sky

Wave both hands from side to side

Can ya catch a vibe?

What a view

Walkin' on the moon makin' prints wit' my tennis shoe

Went in any mall

Eenie meenie mini mall

Anotha twenty-fo'

That's the only way to go

Light the sky up tonight

Light the sky up tonight

Light the sky up tonight

Put your lighters real high

We gon' celebrate life tonight

It's the Fourth of July tonight

Fireworks up tonight

We gon' light the whole sky tonight

We gon' light ya whole life tonight

Light the whole sky tonight

We gon' light the whole sky tonight

Light the whole sky tonight

Celebrate tonight
Featuring: Swizz Beatz
Side PieceVer letra

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Say baby girl

Why don't you light some candles and put somethin' on for a nigga though? Forreal

You don't have to leave

You can stay at my house, I aims to please

Just relax and breathe

You deserve attention, I'm what you need

You don't have to leave

You can stay at my house, I aims to please

Just relax and breathe

You deserve attention, I'm what you need

Yes I'm the most high

Baby want it, Mimosa

I tried to reverse her, a mentirosa

Gov me livin' the vida loca in Acapulco

With my pictures on the wall on a poster, a roller coaster

So I try to dance my life away to get it over

I'm sippin' Jamison with famous friends until I'm sober

Don't wanna go home, I know I'm gonna get into a fight

I called my sidepiece and tell her I'mma spend the night

And if she out of town, baby we' gon' book a flight

She got it laid out with incense and candlelights

Your shit's on hit, officially lit

You're tryna get a nigga sprung, your pussy wet, you lil bit

You have no idea, what? You want me right here?

Are you sure that we can do this shit right here?

Cause if it's on like that, I'll spend the night here

You don't have to leave

You can stay at my house, I aims to please

Just relax and breathe

You deserve attention, I'm what you need

You don't have to leave

You can stay at my house, I aims to please

Just relax and breathe

You deserve attention, I'm what you need

You don't have to leave

You can stay at my house, I aims to please

Just relax and breathe

You deserve attention, I'm what you need

You don't have to leave

You can stay at my house, I aims to please

Just relax and breathe

You deserve attention, I'm what you need

Good love, good sex and good weed

Baby oil to rub down my sleeves, relax and breathe

Red wine, crackers and cheese, baby shootin' the breeze

While aiming to please

Oh please, don't stop with the antics

High heels, t-shirts, no panties

Me knockin', she's rockin' the boat

While baking me a cake with a root beer float

Then put the TV on the channel where's it's nothin' but sports

Every room at the house is where I smoke my dope, no joke

Got keys to the spot so I can slide by necessary

Mary, Mary, Quite Crip Contrary

Apartment contemporary

Jo Malone candles, very airy

Ain't that right Siri? (That's right Siri)

So keep sendin' that right

The way it's lookin', I'll be spendin' the night

You don't have to leave

You can stay at my house, I aims to please

Just relax and breathe

You deserve attention, I'm what you need

You don't have to leave

You can stay at my house, I aims to please

Just relax and breathe

You deserve attention, I'm what you need

You don't have to leave

You can stay at my house, I aims to please

Just relax and breathe

You deserve attention, I'm what you need

You don't have to leave

You can stay at my house, I aims to please

Just relax and breathe

You deserve attention, I'm what you need

I'm on my way, yeah

Just leave the backdoor open

I'm pullin' up right now

And I'mma spend the night

Fo' sho'
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[Hook - Wiz Khalifa:]

My weed man got the hook up

Rollin' up another pound every time you look up

Big-ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up

So much weight that now I'm doin' kush ups

Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up

Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' kush ups

Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up

Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin'

(Don't stop!)

[Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg:]

Tae Bo, five, four, three, two, one

Workin' out, chiefin' up, creepin' up, keepin' up

With the Joneses, smoke a zone with my pen pals

In my neighborhood, flavor's good, roll up, put some papers to it

Straight into it, gon' make him do it, that thing can do it fo sho

Get my lift on, while get my spliff on, fo sho

Break bad, stay cool, way cool, roll a doob

Old school, paid my dues, spray these fools, ladies drool

Cause they know what I got

I got a bag of the Saturday pot

And it'll keep you up from Thursday to Saturday night

What do you like?

When you smoke with the Dogg, you had the time of your life

Now light... the fatty, jump in my Cadi

Pull your seat back, yup, I know you need that

Let it flow, set it go, incredible

That ain't gold, layin' low like 10 to 4, on the floor

[Hook - Wiz Khalifa:]

My weed man got the hook up

Rollin' up another pound e'rry time you look up

Big-ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up

So much weight that now I'm doin' kush ups

Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up

Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' kush ups

Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up

Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin'

(Don't stop!)

[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]

Don't even trip

Ain't really gotta use a scale, I could eyeball a zip

So much weight you thinkin', “Why this ain't for sale?”

Weed in my lungs, weed in my nails

She conin' joints, I'm rollin' weed up myself

Don't ever get my weed from off the shelf or my clothes

I heard Polillo 'bout to drop some shit, order those

Pounds, I got more of those, why my eyes sorta low

Not too many when I roll, more arms than Goro though

Boys hatin', I'm just countin' up the money I just made

And what I'm makin' make a nigga make a million dollars later

Smokin' [?], gettin' high pays

I like my eyes glazed

Ain't empty out my ashtray in days

At my house playin' pool in some HUF socks and Joyrich sweats

I roll a joint, you roll another one next

Can't even name a nigga colder than

Ain't pay for game that mean you stole it then

Know it's the bomb when you hold it in

[Hook - Wiz Khalifa:]

My weed man got the hook up

Rollin' up another pound e'rry time you look up

Big-ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up

So much weight that now I'm doin' kush ups

Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up

Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' kush ups

Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up

Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin'

(Don't stop!)
Featuring: Wiz Khalifa
Double TapVer letra

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[Jazze Pha:]

Tryna double tap that

Yeah, shawty

I'm tryna double tap that

Slide off in your DM, slide off in your DM

Oh, shawty

Tryna double tap that

Yeah, shawty

I'm tryna double tap that

Slide off in your DM, slide off in your DM

If she ain't a rider, I don't want her

I need a real one in my corner

She got a job, she independent

She don't need nothin' from a man

Shawty be makin' her own money

All of her paychecks real, no stuntin'

If she gotta dude, I'm so confused

She say she single on the 'gram

Hey, ladies

Tryna double tap that

Yeah, shawty

I'm tryna double tap that

Slide off in your DM, slide off in your DM

Oh, shawty

Tryna double tap that

Yeah, shawty

I'm tryna double tap that

Slide off in your DM, slide off in your DM

[Snoop Dogg:]

Which one of ya'll wanna dip with a Crip?

Take a trip to a place where the weather win

Rollin' up a seven and

Take you where you never been

[?] with a little bit of medicine

This that shit so heavy

Double tap with the rap, baby, so ready

Livin' in the south

Backyard, big house

Three or four cars, but she need a little D in her life

And G in her life

So I'm-a hit her with the business

Finzel, can a nigga get a witness?

Touch the screen two times for the set

I'll put you on the bed to the jet to get you wet

Computer love, I know you want that lunar love

Fuck with me on the low and I'm-a do you up

The coolest Crip niggas, baby, we them

Smokin' up, open up, I slide up in your DMs

[Jazze Pha:]

Tryna double tap that

Yeah, shawty

I'm tryna double tap that

Slide off in your DM, slide off in your DM

Oh, shawty

Tryna double tap that

Yeah, shawty

I'm tryna double tap that

Slide off in your DM, slide off in your DM

[E-40:]

Rappers wanna be athletes

And athletes want to be rappers

We all have [?]

All of us is factors

Raised in the streets, me and my peeps [?]

Executive suites [?]

Wanna be wiped and spoiled, pacified

Tell all my females understand, then it is guys

What is she? She ready

I'm tryna get some blowjob Betty

Man, I got coochie on deck all day

My baby girl thicker than the Milky Way

She on, she say she like my song

I gave her my phone

She liked her IG on my Samsung

Bi-coastal, not local

We highkey poppin' fo' sho', though

We get around like a circle

Or probably should I say oval?

She drive a Volvo, a [?]

She want to Snapchat a photo

She want to give me fellatio, a.k.a. oral

Let me tap that

[Jazze Pha:]

Tryna double tap that

Yeah, shawty

I'm tryna double tap that

Slide off in your DM, slide off in your DM

Oh, shawty

Tryna double tap that

Yeah, shawty

I'm tryna double tap that

Slide off in your DM, slide off in your DM
Featuring: E-40, Jazze Pha
Got ThoseVer letra

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letra de Got Those
All money ain’t good money

But ain’t no money like the show money

We came from the bottom to the top floor

Plus I paid for it it cost a lot though

Money problems everybody got those

But now a days we don’t got those

Birkin bag all my bitches got those

No Chanel everybody got those

Shooters on the roof know we got those

Hear a couple shots, hope you got those

I pull up in a Full Metal Jacket

Pop shots, Top notch with the ratchet

I leave a nigga dead on the asphalt

Slap em in the face tell em take them fuckin’ pants off

T’d Up, G’d Up when we stance off

Two to the chest make a bitch nigga dance off

Goin’ with the Wizzin, Juice with the Gizzin’

Rides til’ I’m Risen, strong with the pizzen'

You don’t know, oh, I fucked your hizzoe

Timbo, the Designer, and finer fuck what it cizzost

See everything I’m rock and wear its handmade

If she with me then she got it all you understand me

We came from the bottom to the top floor

Plus I paid for it it cost a lot though

Money problems everybody got those

But now a days we don’t got those

Birkin bag all my bitches got those

No Chanel everybody got those

Shooters on the roof know we got those

Hear a couple shots, hope you got those

The police, motherfuckin’ gang to me

And money, ain’t a motherfuckin’ thang to me

Let me break it down for you, keep a few shooters

And a damn good lawyer

Preparation for the worst, meditation with this verse

Education, Rebirth, cause you know if you last you first

And everybody wanna be the best, Red bottom shoes for your Louie bag on your neck

Baby remember before you had shoes

When yo’ life was filled with nothing but bad news

See everything I rock and wear is handmade

If she with me then she got it all you understand me

We came from the bottom to the top floor

Plus I paid for it it cost a lot though

Money problems everybody got those

But now a days we don’t got those

Birkin bag all my bitches got those

No Chanel everybody got those

Shooters on the roof know we got those

Hear a couple shots, hope you got those

New cars got that, good weed blow that

Bag bitch yessir, OG for sure that

Used to stay with my momma on the couch

Like the Jeffersons I’m moving on up and I’m out

Penthouse with the butler who waits by the door

To ensure I’m the only motherfucker on this floor

I got game, I got fame, I got cash, I got love

I got so many hoes, I’m bout to open a club

You got me, I got you, you got one, I got two

Stop by and have a good time its popping’ at Snoops

Got a whole lot of this and I mix it with that

Me and Timberland remember we bringin’ it back

We came from the bottom to the top floor

Plus I paid for it it cost a lot though

Money problems everybody got those

But now a days we don’t got those

Birkin bag all my bitches got those

No Chanel everybody got those

Shooters on the roof know we got those

Hear a couple shots, hope you got those
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[Swizz Beatz:]

Let me blow the smoke all in the air

You know it's a party when Snoop's here

The ladies let their hair go down low

We let the whole club lights down low

Down low

In the BBM

She checkin' for my name in the BBM

I used to want a all black Beamer then

She don't really know how I seen her then

The west coast light, she ain't seen it yet

She ain't seen it yet

Fuck it, let's celebrate

Screw it, let's celebrate

Fuck it, let's celebrate

Snoop Dogg, we celebrate

Now let the beat drop

Now let the beat drop

Now let the beat drop

Now let the beat drop

Now let the beat drop

[Snoop Dogg:]

All about this paper while I'm rollin' up this paper, though

In case you didn't know, I'm blowin' on that high endo

Swizzy told me let it go, so I'm-a act a fool tonight

I'm in the building and I'm coolin' and I'm chillin' like

Never felt this way before, so I guess I'm-a let it go

Since I'm-a let it go, you better get ready for

More than the incredible, teach her what you gotta

Came for a little but I left with a whole lotta

Walked to the top but I started from the bottom

Celebrate tonight by raisin' up your fuckin' bottles

Smoke in the air, now everybody take a swallow

Snoop Dogg is that nigga you should follow

[Swizz Beatz:]

You know it's a party when Snoop's here

The ladies let their hair go down low

We let the whole club lights down low

Down low

In the BBM

She checkin' for my name in the BBM

I used to want a all black Beamer then

She don't really know how I seen her then

The west coast light, she ain't seen it yet

She ain't seen it yet

Fuck it, let's celebrate

Screw it, let's celebrate

Fuck it, let's celebrate

Snoop Dogg, we celebrate

Now let the beat drop

Now let the beat drop

Now let the beat drop

Now let the beat drop

Now let the beat drop

[Snoop Dogg:]

Baby let her hair down when she heard that I was comin'

I can be your nigga, are you down to be my woman?

This is real pimpin', California, why you runnin'?

The other dudes fakin', baby, I keep it one hundred

Straight shooter with the Buddha, take a hit and get your mind right

Offered me some head, I told that little bitch that I might

In the mean time, let me bust and get my green right

We a hundred deep, goddamn I got my team right

We celebratin' lovin' this life

Your favorite rapper back up on the mizzic

From the underground to the roof, ya'll

It's your friendly neighborhood big Snoop Dogg

[Swizz Beatz:]

You know it's a party when Snoop's here

The ladies let their hair go down low

We let the whole club lights down low

Down low

In the BBM

She checkin' for my name in the BBM

I used to want a all black Beamer then

She don't really know how I seen her then

The west coast light, she ain't seen it yet

She ain't seen it yet

Fuck it, let's celebrate

Screw it, let's celebrate

Fuck it, let's celebrate

Snoop Dogg, we celebrate

Now let the beat drop

Now let the beat drop

Now let the beat drop

Now let the beat drop

Now let the beat drop
Featuring: Swizz Beatz
What IfVer letra

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[Snoop Dogg:]

Yeah, man

Do you ever sit and wonder sometimes

What if?

I mean, like, forreal though

I mean, sometimes I just sit and think to myself, like

What if?

I mean, that's a big question, right?

If "if" was a fifth, we'd all be fucked up

But what I really wanna know is:

What if?

[Suga Free:]

(What if?)

We had a reckless motherfucker

That was king of west coast instead of big Snoop Dogg

(What if?)

We never had a nigga like Big P

From the Southside, nigga goin' "woof"

(What if?)

We never had a real woman

That could raise us and teach us, show us what the real was

(What if?)

We had to take it

If you didn't have Suga Free, motherfucker, you had to make it

Social media only ask the he-say, she-say shit

And where would I be without Tone, Pimp [?] and DJ Quik?

Act like you knew that

I'm glad I had somebody tell me

"Don't think with your dick, boy. Don't do that!"

Come on, you know me, man

I pimp on, I entertain, man

That's why I stay inside my [?] lane

I gotta be careful when I show you stuff

Cause these haters don't like you if you know too much

Yo, ow give it up if you like this

And you prefer the peace

And won't get mad if you don't have no one to fight with

We pull the cards around a phony

My sister told me, "Niggas act hard around they homies"

Because the West don't need no beef

We need our [?] and our roaches

And our Reres and our Monique

So stay prayed up, armor on, I got it

What if you talked to that man

And understood before you shot him?

[Snoop Dogg:]

(What if?)

The Bloods and the Crips was the same

And all niggas joined one gang

(What if?)

My granny wouldn't have died

Man, I probably wouldn't have been from the East side

(What if?)

You could do what you don't

And live how you motherfuckin' want, say that

(What if?)

A phony is a phony, a homie is a homie

And you know the big homie don't play that

Catch him, stick him

Rip it, ride it

La di da di, we shout out the party

The old me, the new you, you niggas tryna do me

You better off tryna do you

Boo hoo, voodoo, taboo

DP, GC, what it really do?

I educate when I illustrate

And those the words I be teachin', preachin'

To each and everyone

Never been a scary one

Always been a down ass nigga, clown ass nigga

Reppin' my city, [?]

Extra extraordinaire exceptionally

Never late, predicate, elevate, levitate

My nigga, I'm way too high to ever hate

Papa Snoop in my momma Beverly, heavenly

Thank God for ya'll havin' me, for real

[Snoop Dogg & Suga Free:]

(What if?)

The Bloods and the Crips was the same

And all niggas joined one gang

(What if?)

My granny wouldn't have died

Man, I probably wouldn't have been from the East side

(What if?)

You could do what you don't

And live how you motherfuckin' want, say that

(What if?)

We had a reckless motherfucker

That was king of west coast instead of big Snoop Dogg

(What if?)

We never had a nigga like Big P

From the Southside, nigga goin' "woof"

(What if?)

We never had a real woman

That could raise us and teach us, show us what the real was

(What if?)

We had to take it

If you didn't have Suga Free, motherfucker, you had to make it

(What if?)
Featuring: Suga Free
RevolutionVer letra

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letra de Revolution
[Snoop Dogg & October London:]

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

The revolution will be televised

The revolution

Just Blaze

Oh-oh-oh-oh

This is serious business

Dududududu

[October London:]

The revolution, oh, oh

(Yes)

Will be televised, will be televised

(The revolution will be televised)

The revolution, oh, oh

Will be televised, will be televised

(The revolution will be televised)

[Snoop Dogg:]

Sitting back watching, but I'm so unstable

I been an OG since I was rockin' in the cradle

Y'all don't know that my bite is so fatal

Kick a fool down like the homie with the 80-

Ayy though, nigga don't play though

With the [?] like the spray though

Sculpted left hand full of clay dough

Split him in the middle cut him up like a potato

Oh, leave 'em on the sideline, bleeding cause he tried mine

We loot 'til the boot out

Me and my brother, we was caught up in a shootout

Had to handle, pigs on a nigga, four days

Eight laws of power, eighty-five ways

TEC-9's with a couple 45's

And the revolution will be televised

[October London:]

The revolution, oh, oh

Will be televised, will be televised

(The revolution will be televised)

The revolution, oh, oh

Will be televised, will be televised

(The revolution will be televised)

[Snoop Dogg:]

This ain't he local pass cash with the bra fast views

This shit will be viewed on your broadcast news

Why did I do it? My momma is on the call

Shot three lil pigs and now my back against the wall

Nowhere to turn and no where to go

My blood is burnin' I'm about to blow

Huey, Malcolm and Martin, those are my peers

They been doin' niggas like this for over hundreds of years

Poppin' us, fear, now it's time for us to clap back

But this time we gon' bust them the fuck back

We ain't runnin', we shootin' and lookin' forward

Anybody, somebody, everybody on the floor

They just surrounded my place

Hold the court in the streets so I can win my case

TEC-9's with a couple 45's

And the revolution will be televised

[October London:]

The revolution, oh, oh

Will be televised, will be televised

(The revolution will be televised)

The revolution, oh, oh

Will be televised, will be televised

(The revolution will be televised)

The revolution-lution-lution-lution

The revolution-lution-lution-lution

Will be televised

Oh, oh, oh, oh

The revolution-lution-lution-lution

Oh, la-la-la-la-da-da-da

The revolution, oh, oh

Will be televised, will be televised

(The revolution will be televised)

The revolution, oh, oh, na, na, na, na, na

Will be televised, will be televised

(The revolution will be televised)
Featuring: October London