Álbum Ego Trippin de Snoop Dogg - Canciones
Ego Trippin
2008 | 
Estilo(s) | Gangsta
Sello | Geffen Records
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Listado de canciones del álbum Ego Trippin
- A Word Witchya! (Intro)Ver letra
Composición: Elijah MolinaMezclas: Terrace MartinMúsicos invitados: Terrace Martin (Keyboards), Alexis Seton (Mixed By [Assisted]), Terrace Martin (Percussion), Greg Papania (Recorded By), Omar Reyna (Recorded By)[X][Snoop Dogg inhaling]letra de A Word Witchya! (Intro)
[Snoop Dogg]
Greetings loved ones
It's the big boss dog... Snoop D-oh-double-G
I want you just to lay back one time
And let yourself unwind
Yeah, this album number nine
I call it "Ego Trippin'"
Fo' shiggadal
Ain't nuttin to it but to do it
I know, I know, I know
I know y'all be trippin off how I be doin my thug thang on TV
But I never forget about what I love the most, and that's makin music
So uhh... I hope y'all... enjoy this shit right here
I took my time on this one
Oh yeah! Be on the lookout for QDT
That's Quik, Dogg and Teddy
Oh, my nigga Terrance Martin in this motherfucker too
Ay, press play homey!
Nah, on the real, press play!
Right NOW [echoes] - Press PlayVer letra
Composición: David Blake, Terrace MartinMezclas: DJ QuikMúsicos invitados: Latonya Givens (Backing Vocals), Aaron Dahl (Engineer [Additional]), Ethann Sugar (Recorded By), George Papania (Recorded By), Terrace Martin (Saxophone [Alto]), Kamasi Washington (Saxophone [Tenor]), Justin Kirk (Trombone), Dontae Winslow (Trumpet), Kurupt (Vocals [Additional])[X][Kurupt]letra de Press Play
Yeah, what up bitch
Kurupt Young Gotti, "Ego Trippin" hoe
Ha ha, what up Snoop?
We back in this bitch homie, ey Daz!
So many, so many, so many G's in a 'Lac
Blowin' weed in the back
Switch, hit a switch, D.P.'s in the act
Bigg Snoop Dogg, he a boss like that bitch
[Snoop Dogg]
Bendin' the curb swervin', blowin' on some hiz-erb
The boss has returned, I'm still flyer than a biz-ird
Ridin' and Rollin' with them Steelers like I'm Pittsburgh
Go against the gang the man will have your whole click served
Nice with the mic thang, the hoes love my pipe game
Put it in the hole all night, I got nice aim
Snoop Dogg nigga, how many times I got to show ya?
You don't wanna see this loc'ster Calvin Broadus from the shoulders
So, just get your rap on, that I never slacked on
Hoe, you got your strap out, here we get our jack on
Dick you hoes can snack on, you and your whole crew
I'll pull out my nine, now do what you hoes do
Di-Di-Di-Dogg Pound, I came to break it down
God bless my pimp bone, gettin' my ego trip on, fool
Ease back before I trip on you uh, flip on you uh
And have them hollows rip on through ya, boy
[Kurupt]
Dogg Pound is up in this bitch
Riders... Yeah, ey Snoop
These niggaz ain't shit man
So many, so many G's in a 'Lac
Blowin' weed in the back
Switch, hit a switch, D.P.'s in the act
Bigg Snoop Dogg, he a boss like that bitch
[Snoop Dogg]
Still tokin', title holdin'
Desert Eagle .4-5 totin', leave a niggaz brain broken
Still loc'n, still potent
Still trippin', still tippin', yeah I'm still focused
And I'm still flippin', words, do it like ki's for G's
We swerve-swerve across seas gettin' cheese with ease
I'm still tall and, still ballin'
Dumb bitches still callin', foes still fallin'
Still bustin' a hoe, still gettin' bucks out a hoe
Bitch get outta line I put my Chuck's on her throat
Still hittin' switches, still gettin' riches
Still the best in the game, I'm still hittin' pitches
So, what it do? I'm still at you
I ain't forgot about the past cuz, it still be fool
gangsta shit, niggaz get to ego grippin'
It's Snoop Dogg and I present to y'all "Ego Trippin"
So press play
[Kurupt]
Man I ain't gon' tell you niggaz again
Man, we about 17 years and rollin' fool
So many, so many G's in a 'Lac
Blowin' weed in the back
Switch, hit a switch, D.P.'s in the act
Bigg Snoop Dogg, he a boss like that bitch
Man what else we gon' do man?
We'll get this cheese, bang out, ride
What up Soopafly, G-Dub, Nate
Kurupt Young Gotti is definitely in this beotch
We do this... what up Dr. Dre, Daz
Nigga we "Ego Trippin"... busta ass niggaz
Count us out, we come right back in
Push us out this time punk
Yeah, and we doin' this our own nigga... - SD Is OutVer letra
Composición: Dejanee Riley, Priest \, Teddy RileyMezclas: DJ Quik, Teddy RileyMúsicos invitados: Lady G (Backing Vocals), Teddy Riley (Backing Vocals), Omar Reyna (Recorded By), Scott Elgin (Recorded By), Teddy Riley (Recorded By), Charlie Wilson (Vocals [Additional])[X][Chorus]letra de SD Is Out
Snoop Dogg is out
You wanna be there partyin'
All night long
Until the break of dawn
Oooh weee, oooh weee ooh
Oooh weee, oooh weee ooh
[Snoop Dogg]
Now stop, pause, chill for a second
It's Snoop Dogg and Teddy Riley on the record
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell all your friends
They got a party that's crackin' and that shit won't end
Me and my folks, we drink and we smoke, we rockin' the boat
We pop about four, five more, so
Bend don't break, break don't bend
I'm number one with a bullet, I'ma make more ends
When you're great they gonna hate
So what, that's probably why we Cali-fornicate
And shake to a whole nother elevation
Catch me in the hood or your favorite television station
Creatin', a whole nother lane for the generation
I drink Sunkist for the good vibration
Dippin', Rippin', shakin' and bakin'
I know you've been patiently waitin', I'm back y'all
[Chorus]
Snoop Dogg is out
You wanna be there partyin'
All night long
Until the break of dawn
Oooh weee, oooh weee ooh
Oooh weee, oooh weee ooh
[Snoop Dogg]
On your mark, set, party on 3
4, hit the floor and go for what ya know (hey!)
I'm in the party low-key, blowin' an eighth of dro
I'm playful but I don't play
Spinnin' the globe like the strobe
Like the club packed, my flow right the whole night
If I plan to go right, a cold night
in hell before I fail, I'm alright
Man, I'm like a flash of lightnin'
Breath of fresh air, classic debonair
Glass of champagne, hold it in my right hand
Finger roll cold, Dogg the Ice Man
Brazil to Iceland
I shine like a million lights man
The talk of the town, believe it or doubt it
I don't need to shout it, you better read about it
[Chorus]
Snoop Dogg is out
You wanna be there partyin'
All night long
Until the break of dawn
Oooh weee, oooh weee ooh
Oooh weee, oooh weee ooh
[Snoop Dogg]
Now pose like a superstar, walk like a model
I love it when you pop that bottle
I love it 'cause you're not so automatic
I love it when you put it where Dogg can grab it
I got my hands where you'll let me
I love it when you dance, so sexy
I love it when you in that night mood
Slow motion movin' like ain't nothin' like you
I'm feelin' good doin' what I like to
Suited up, pimp stripe, light blue
I let it do what it might do
Fresh and crispy, the rest a mystery
I'm blessed with history
No less than best, catch the rest
Live in the flesh, smooth with the style I choose
Not off the stress, I'm hot off the press
[Chorus]
Snoop Dogg is out
You wanna be there partyin'
All night long
Until the break of dawn
Oooh weee, oooh weee ooh
Oooh weee, oooh weee ooh - Gangsta Like MeVer letra
Composición: Dejanee Riley, Glenda Proby, Jamie Foxx, Teddy RileyMezclas: DJ Quik, Teddy RileyMúsicos invitados: Teddy Riley (Backing Vocals), Tescia Harris (Backing Vocals), Omar Reyna (Recorded By), Scott Elgin (Recorded By), Teddy Riley (Recorded By), Jamie Foxx (Vocals [Additional])[X]Get ready (get ready), back by popular demand (he's back) Snoop Dogg! (yo)letra de Gangsta Like Me
(one, two, check up)
One, two, check up
yeah one, two check up
Teddy with the one, two check up
[verse 1]
Dogg back up in this muthafucka, hoes know how to act up in this muthafucka, they know I make
it crack up in this muthafucka, all blue chucks and my chakkies in this muthafucka, I'm lookin'
for a thick one, he can't brown, she lookin' for the slim one, loves to go down she say she
like the big one, meet her right now do you know i gotta get one? to give me brain like a G,
she loves my hair pressed like the cleaners, and got a friend named Treana, you see her from
behind you think they venised in serina now thats my kinda bitch, take your clothes off damn
baby kinda thick, loves Snoopy blue yeah I'm the type of Crip and niggas abouta dip till she
hit me with this trip.
[chorus]
no i never met another gangsta like you, im not really sure but I think I'd like to give you
my number to my celluar phone, give a cold strike when you take me home
girl, you will never meet a gangsta like me, we can do our thang but you can't be wifey come
on let the Doggy boy give you a bone and at the ends of the night I'll take you home
[verse 2]
I live with my two-step, got two friends we can have group sex, nigga from the 2-1, tall 'n
skinny and always got blue on, say I make cool songs, my nasty video made her do porn, and she
go real far still can't belive that she's talkin' to a real star, popped on me real hard and
threw that back shot on me real hard, royal penis is clean I'm king like the boulevard, Dogg do
his thing got her feelin' like a superstar, wanna share her feelings with her friends, tell her
husband that theres another man, and she say that I made her fall in love, I had to shake her
fast like I wasn't when I was, a pimp from the beach, gator shoes on my feet, got my game from
the streets, never been for a freak, had the nerve to ask for money when i beat it up, I looked
at the bitch like cuz.
[chorus]
[verse 3]
The homie say cuz don't do it to it, you gon' have to always to it to it, she be creepin' to
your hotel, sayin' that she won't tell, knowin' one night won't do it for you, you konw I got
that gangsta, make you wanna tell my momma thank ya, then give me all your paper, every time I
play ya Snoop Dogg playa playa, I'm always with a bad bitch, you can say I got a bad bitch have
it, see a bad bitch is like a fat blunt, I got one but you know I gotta grab it, so lil' momma
what's happenin' let me know if you tryin' to get it crackin' wanna chill when ya down for the
smashin', it's American Gangster mr. Blue Magic.
[chorus 2x]
Trick these a pac stay breazy up in the club blowin' trees with (Snoop) cool lava poppin'
enboddas rockin' T.R. I'm at the base go (blow) I'm in a truck and I ain't stoppin' straight to
my yaught let's get it poppin' cool lava poppin' enboddas rockin' T.R. I'm at the base go
(blow)
you get it? - Neva Have 2 WorryVer letra
Composición: Charles Hamilton, Larrance Dopson, Russell Redeaux, Teddy RileyMezclas: DJ QuikMúsicos invitados: Uncle Chucc (Bass), Marlon Williams (3) (Guitar), Larrance Dopson (Keyboards), Terrace Martin (Recorded By), Terrace Martin (Saxophone [Alto]), Terrace Martin (Vocals [Additional]), Uncle Chucc (Vocals [Additional])[X][Snoop Dogg]letra de Neva Have 2 Worry
1992, "Deep Cover" hit the world and fell in love with Snoop
"Doggystyle" came out, it's like I dropped a bomb
One of the greatest hip-hop records of all time
I was young gettin' money, livin' wild and free
Got on and I brought the whole Pound with me
Didn't matter who's around, I kept it way too G
Niggaz knew it was Eastside L.B.C.
Gangsta shit, that's what a motherfuckin' gangsta get
The one up above didn't like my pace
I was movin' too fast and I caught that case
I fought that case, wonder where the West would be if I'da lost that case
I slow mine down, swimmin' with the sharks and I almost drowned
[Chorus]
I done made some mistakes along the way
To become the G I am today
Who had ever thought I'd make this far?
Out the hood to be a big star
And I ain't goin' nowhere
Homie I ain't never comin' down
I'm too high in the clouds
To ever have to worry 'bout that
[Snoop Dogg]
I'm finally out
And the critics hated on me 'cause I went to the South
Said I wasn't gon' shine, had me left for dead
Switched sides, now my old boss want me dead
Dropped the first of the three and you said it was weak
"No Limit Top Dogg", the return of the beast
So from that point on I know what to do
Don't worry 'bout them just do what you do
"Last Meal" was the one that took me off the leash
That's the last time a nigga gon' eat off of me
Stack plaque after plaque, gain millions sold
I'm the Bo$$ of this bitch and I ain't never went Gold, nigga
[Chorus]
I done made some mistakes along the way
To become the G I am today
Who had ever thought I'd make this far?
Out the hood to be a big star
And I ain't goin' nowhere
Homie I ain't never comin' down
I'm too high in the clouds
To ever have to worry 'bout that
[Snoop Dogg]
Bo$$ of the City, Bo$$ of the Coast
Some other niggaz tried but none of 'em come close
They stuck lookin' silly, but nothin' like a loc
The Bigg Bow Wow, I kill it with one stroke
(Wow!) That's what it's about
They tryin' to tell a nigga what could come out his mouth
Motherfucker I'm a G, but first I'm a man
Freedom of Speech, bitch is a word you can't ban
So they blamin' me, sayin' this my talk
to some women as hoes, like it's my fault
Damn they lost, man they just don't know
That a bitch is a bitch, and a hoe is a hoe
Let them heaters cock and let them leaders talk
I'm gon' be smokin' dank, livin' like a boss
Let them heaters cock and let them leaders talk
I'ma be smokin' my dank, livin' like a boss, nigga
[Chorus]
I done made some mistakes along the way
To become the G I am today
Who had ever thought I'd make this far?
Out the hood to be a big star
And I ain't goin' nowhere
Homie I ain't never comin' down
I'm too high in the clouds
To ever have to worry 'bout that - Sexual EruptionVer letra
Composición: Demetrius Stewart, Seneca LovejoyMezclas: Peter MokranMúsicos invitados: Chris Jackson (3) (Recorded By)[X][HOOK:]letra de Sexual Eruption
I'm gonna take my time
She gonna get hers before I
I'm gonna take it slow
I'm not gonna rush the stroke
[CHORUS:]
So she can get a
Sexual eruption
So I can get a
Sexual eruption
So we can get a
Sexual eruption
Sexual eruption
Whoa
Whoa
[VERSE 1]
She might be with him
But she's thinkin' 'bout
Me
Me
Me
We don't go to the malls
We don't go out to
Eat
Eat
Eat
All that we ever do
Is play in the
Sheets
Sheets
Sheets
Smoke us a cigarette
Then go back to Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
Cause we done got a
[CHORUS:]
Sexual eruption
Sexual eruption
Whoa
Sexual eruption
Sexual eruption
Whoa
Whoa
[HOOK]
[VERSE 2]
If you don't know by now
Doggy Dogg is a freak
Freak
Freak
I keep a bad bitch with me
Seven days out the week
Week
Week
And all that we ever do
Is play in the sheets
Sheets
Sheets
Then smoke us a cigarette
Then go back to sleep
Sleep
Sleep
[HOOK]
[VERSE 3]
I was all on the
Club, sippin' some Hen, smokin' on a blunt of dro
When I peeped this little hoe out
I was all on the
Bar, wind drift up
Shawty Redd came on
Then she hit the floor now
With a see-through
Dress, long hair, light brown eyes
Lookin' like Ms. Bo Peep
And a nigga know
If I take her home, with them wide ass hips
You damn right, I'm gonna beep
So I a-
Proached the chick with the real pretty face
Big ass booty with a little bitty waist
I whispered in her ear, "Lil' mama, what you drink?"
I know that you a freak, but you know I ain't gonna say shit
See, my game is outrageous
I got her to the crib and exchanged some fuck faces
But it wasn't no use for me to bust one
Cause I wanted her to have an eruption
[CHORUS WITH AD-LIBBING]
Sexual eruption (A sexual eruption)
Sexual eruption
Orgasms
Sexual eruption
Sexual eruption
Whoa
Whoa
Sexual eruption
All the time, anytime
Sexual eruption
Whoa
Sexual eruption - Life Of Da PartyVer letra
Composición: Elijah Molina, Stanley P. Cox, Todd ShawMezclas: DJ QuikFeaturing: Mistah F.A.B., Too ShortMúsicos invitados: Aaron Dahl (Engineer [Assisted]), Chris Jackson (3) (Recorded By)[X][Mistah F.A.B.]letra de Life Of Da Party
Hey look I'm only in town for a night
And when I pull up man the crowd get hyped
And everybody love me, the browns to the whites
You live like a movie but a movie my life
[Chorus]
I'm the life of the party
(Every time I show up)
I'm the life of the party
(Every time I blow up)
I'm the life of the party
(Every time I show up)
I'm the life of the party
(Every time I blow up)
[Mistah F.A.B.]
Now go and roll up the Swisher
But don't drink all my liquor
You know it's all good my nigga
Give me one second, I'll pose for your picture
Like cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese
Now everybody just freeze, freeze, freeze, freeze
Now DJ bring the music please
[Too $hort]
I'm the life of the party
It don't take much, for me to get started
Every time you see me, I'm with a bunch of girls
Straight to the table, in my own world
The ballplayers know me, movie stars too
See my homie Snoop, we doin' what we do
Don't matter where we at, Miami or Vegas
Every time you ask me, yeah I'm a player
(Beotch) Cause I'm the life of the party
I got ten bad bitches, actin' retarded
I'm tryin' to meet a few new ones
What's up with you girl, maybe we can do somethin'
Do you drink, do you smoke?
I could tell by your purse and your shoes you ain't broke
Hang with me, the first thing you do is get stuck
Take you somewhere, later on you'll get fucked, beotch!
[Mistah F.A.B.]
Hey look I'm only in town for a night
And when I pull up man the crowd get hyped
And everybody love me, the browns to the whites
You live like a movie but a movie my life
[Chorus]
I'm the life of the party
(Every time I show up)
I'm the life of the party
(Every time I blow up)
I'm the life of the party
(Every time I show up)
I'm the life of the party
(Every time I blow up)
[Mistah F.A.B.]
Now go and roll up the Swisher
But don't drink all my liquor
You know it's all good my nigga
Give me one second, I'll pose for your picture
Like cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese
Now everybody just freeze, freeze, freeze, freeze
Now DJ bring the music please
[Snoop Dogg]
I've been trappin' all day, gettin' paper
Headed to the club in my brand new scaper
Gators on my feet, money in my pocket
I gotta do a show so you know I'm bout to rock it
See my homie $hort, layin' low-key
I strolled over to him, and passed him the bleezy
Dogg y Dog, anything goes
Snappin' my fingers, crackin' at some hoes
What do ya know, I'm in The A gettin' play all day
A lot of y'all wanna ball and try to walk this way
Y'all want that shine-shine but that's all mine
I'm bonafied, qualified to have a hot damn time
Now listen, get the picture, and take a picture of me quick
See 'cause tomorrow I got a new city that I'm gon' hit
A double whammy, right before I do the Grammy's
I do a show with Puff Daddy way out in South Miami
[Mistah F.A.B.]
Hey look I'm only in town for a night
And when I pull up man the crowd get hyped
And everybody love me, the browns to the whites
You live like a movie but a movie my life
[Chorus]
I'm the life of the party
(Every time I show up)
I'm the life of the party
(Every time I blow up)
I'm the life of the party
(Every time I show up)
I'm the life of the party
(Every time I blow up)
[Mistah F.A.B.]
Now go and roll up the Swisher
But don't drink all my liquor
You know it's all good my nigga
Give me one second, I'll pose for your picture
Like cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese
Now everybody just freeze, freeze, freeze, freeze
Now DJ bring the music please
[Outro: Too $hort]
Count 'em man... there's about 12, 13, 14 bad bitches
It's me, two of my homies... drinkin', we smokin'
I see all the ballers in the house, what's up mayne?
They doin' it big over there too, but you know mayne
If I wasn't here, it wouldn't be the same
Cause I'm the life of the party baby
I hope you feel the same way about yourself, beotch! - Waste Of TimeVer letra
Composición: Bobby Ozuna, Dave Young (4), Raphael SaadiqMezclas: DJ QuikFeaturing: Raphael SaadiqMúsicos invitados: Raphael Saadiq (Bass), Bobby Ozuna (Drums), James Tanksley (Engineer [Assistant]), Raphael Saadiq (Guitar), Terrace Martin (Keyboards), Bobby Ozuna (Percussion), Chuck Brungardt (Recorded By), Ethann Sugar (Recorded By), Greg Papania (Recorded By), John Tanksley (Recorded By), Dave Young (4) (Vocals), Raphael Saadiq (Vocals)[X][Snoop Dogg]letra de Waste Of Time
Yo, this next record right here, is a dedication
This dedicated to those, who've come to an end
Quit like Gladys Knight...
You know neither one of us wants
to be the first one to say goodbye
So, hopefully this record will help you
Get to the conclusion, ya dig?
I love this girl but I don't know about her
.As a matter of fact, I could go without her
But she got my daughter, I don't know why I bother
to try to make it work when she make it so harder
Wake up and break up and do the same thing tomorrow
I get tired of fightin', I feel no sorrow
for you, to keep it movin' in that Monte Carlo
That's what I get for fuckin' with a video model
[Raphael Saadiq]
Waste of time, waste of time, waste of time
Go your way and I'll go mine
I'm alright, I'm alright, I'll be alright
Go your way and I'll go mine
[Snoop Dogg]
You don't love me, you just love my Doggystyle
I used to put it on yo' ass, you ain't had it in a while
Instead of crackin' smiles, you'd rather cramp a nigga style
You act too wild, I won't walk you down the aisle
What you thought? Yeah, we could chill, we could talk
When I look you in your eyes I no longer see sparks
So it's, best we go our seperate ways and stay apart
No more me and you boo, I done had a change of heart
[Raphael Saadiq]
Waste of time, waste of time, waste of time
Go your way and I'll go mine
I'm alright, I'm alright, I'll be alright
Go your way and I'll go mine
Waste of time, waste of time, waste of time
Go your way and I'll go mine
I'm alright, I'm alright, I'll be alright
Go your way and I'll go mine
I'm not sayin' I don't got love for you
But I'm not in love with you
(I'm just not in love with you baby)
I'm not sayin' I don't got love for you
But I'm not in love with you
And feels like such a...
Waste of time, waste of time, waste of time
Go your way and I'll go mine
I'm alright, I'm alright, I'll be alright
Go your way and I'll go mine
Waste of time, waste of time, waste of time
Go your way and I'll go mine
I'm alright, I'm alright, I'll be alright
Go your way and I'll go mine
[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Sorry it had to end this way
But uh, it is what it is
I'm alright, don't worry about me
I'm cool, ha ha, yeah
You go your way and I'll go mine
Real talk, I'm cool, I ain't even trippin'
I'ma roll out with Raphael
Yeah, fo sho, I'ma roll with him
I'm cool, you go your way, I go mine
I guess I'll see ya next lifetime
See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya - CoolVer letra
Composición: Dez Dickerson, Prince Rogers NelsonMezclas: DJ Quik, Teddy RileyMúsicos invitados: Erika Jerry (Backing Vocals), Mellah Williams (Backing Vocals), Uncle Chucc (Backing Vocals), Ethann Sugar (Recorded By), Greg Papania (Recorded By), Omar Reyna (Recorded By), Scott Elgin (Recorded By), Teddy Riley (Recorded By)[X][Nate Dogg]letra de Cool
Just yesterday I had to turn a bitch away
I got to many on my side - I got to many in my face
Come ride with me
Take you where the gangstas play
Often heard but seldom seen
Thats the way that its supposed to be
When you do see me
Mobbin wit a gangsta lean
Got a piece by my side
You can ride baby close your eyes girl
[Chorus: Nate Dogg, Butch Cassidy, & Kokane]
I'm so cool
Cool.....cool.....cool.....cool.....cool.....cool.....cool
[Butch Cassidy]
It's me I'm back again
It's never gonna end
I know y'all heard it all before
I just gotta give ya more
Catch me rollin in the night
If I turn off my lights
The eastsidaz in the game
You hear my voice and know my name
You should bang this down on your block
All through your hood
Burnin trees...burnin trees
Ladies let the music run right through you
Just like I'll do - Butch Cassidy
[Chorus]
[Tray-Dee]
I'm so cool I that I sweat ice cubes when I'm heated up
Take this move, this groove and still G it up
Stroll so slow you swore my leg was broke
Pimpin hoes down south, back east to west coast
Im Tracy Dee but think of me as mr. freeze
Gangsta leanin on the scene on them twisted deez
Big ballin mad doggin like a gangsta ride
As I exit I step with my stacey shine
I'm so cool but motherfcukers know I'm a fool
Ten times outta ten catch me toaten the tool
Laid back or stay strapped for pay back
To think that I'm slippin then crippin from way back
Now let me break it down a notch
Smooth like I do when I pound the cock
We cold motherfuckas holdin down the block
Everybody knowin that tha dogg pound is hot
We so cool now
[Kokane & Goldie Loc]
If everybody turn there radios on at twelve o'clock
We'll make the world pop
[Goldie Loc]
It's too good right now
Blunkey blunkey
Remmey remmey
Plenty gumbo
Snoop gimme some mo'
Swakin that like a damn fool
Acedemics stacey adams feelin way to cool
Theres alot things that make me wanna frown though
But I'm grinnin like a motherfucka
Throwin dogg pound up
Snappin my fingaz stompin my feet
It's what you get from a gangsta with these hard ass beats
I'm cool as fuck and don't say to much
Talk shit to the homies cuz they know whats up
As the gangstas go dead diggle my niggle
Still got patience still makin niggaz
I just wanna be myself
What I receive from the homies is help
We had a conversation today about who aint pitchin in
Keep suckas away that don't fit in
I'm so cool
[Chorus]
[Kokane mumbling until the end] - Set Up
Composición: Pharrell WilliamsMezclas: Neal PogueMúsicos invitados: Mike Hogue (Engineer [Assistant]), Fareed Salamah (Mixed By [Assisted]), Javier Valverde (Mixed By [Assisted]), Shaun Evans (Mixed By [Assisted]), Andrew Coleman (3) (Recorded By) - Deez Hollywood NightsVer letra
Composición: Dominick LambMezclas: DJ QuikMúsicos invitados: Marlon Williams (3) (Guitar), Terrace Martin (Keyboards), Ethann Sugar (Recorded By)[X][Chorus]letra de Deez Hollywood Nights
Those Hollywood nights
They drive me crazy
Those Hollywood nights
They drive me crazy
[Snoop Dogg]
Huh, it's like that that there
They love it when I let down my hair
from Jessica Alba to Jessica Simpson
even Jessica Biel wanna know how I feel
So I let 'em all come to my back table
Roll up and lick the paper if they able
Bottles of everything, models and everything
Everything goes and yes I mean everything
Cocaine castles, I ain't sniffin'
But baby that plate in that one movie is trippin'
So, I invite her over to my party
Blonde hair, long legs, a real live Barbie
No autographs, I ain't signin' now
Act like you been around a boss, bitch settle down
My life is like one big highlight
Welcome to the motherfuckin' Hollywood night life
[Chorus]
Those Hollywood nights
They drive me crazy
Those Hollywood nights
They drive me crazy
[Snoop Dogg]
Every night I'm in the limo, Excursion
With some whites, some asians and persians
They flirtin', and I'm certain they suckin'
One night with the Dogg and it's curtains
She say she wanna be an actress
So I pointed to these nuts and then I yelled ACTION!
Take one, take two, now cut
Now turn around, and let the homie Damani fuck
Huh, yeah, here we go again
I gotta go behind the club just to get in
They say I'm just too much commotion
All the yellin' and screamin' and pushin', oh yes I got 'em open
I'm in the back of the club gettin' a backrub
Smokin' with one of the Marley's, "One Love"
I'm higher than gas, refusin' to pass
Hollywood Night School my nigga join my class, c'mon
[Chorus]
Those Hollywood nights
They drive me crazy
Those Hollywood nights
They drive me crazy
[Snoop Dogg]
Meet me at the Roosevelt, bass cabana room
I'm on Sunset (where you at?) at The House of Blues
I just stepped in for a quick cameo
Me and Leonardo DiCaprio
He keep a bad hoe, I keep a bad hoe
He slide me new hoes everywhere we go
Oh the life, night after night, flight after flight
Yes, these Hollywood nights
Will have a nigga burnt out, some hoes turned out
You know it's pimpin' when you see the Dogg permed out
Cameras flashin', police passin'
Every little model wanna give me some action
So I let 'em kick it, then I let 'em lick it
Get some m_nage, durin' every visit
I wouldn't leave it, even if they paid me
The L.B. raised me and Hollywood is crazy
[Chorus]
Those Hollywood nights
They drive me crazy
Those Hollywood nights
They drive me crazy - Whateva U DoVer letra
Composición: Kevin \, Marc Coleman (2)Mezclas: DJ QuikMúsicos invitados: Latonya Givens (Backing Vocals), Greg Papania (Engineer), Terrace Martin (Keyboards), Terrace Martin (Percussion), Chris Jackson (3) (Recorded By), Greg Papania (Recorded By)[X]Kids get your parents permision befor.fore.befo.fo.before tryin' this,letra de Whateva U Do
Half of the hoes and the music goin bang
Everybody everybody yeh we all doin everything
So u kno wats happenin, there no need to pitty-pat
Dogg in this motherfucker, yeh I get da kitty-kat
Swervin on da one-ten blowin on some herb
One hand on the steerin wheel the other up her mini skirt
Tryna get some pussy while I'm pushin my wherree
Funny thing about it is that I'm fuck your bitch
Ok yo, hoe lay low, get mayo, like OJ yo, say hoe
Plug it in, pull it out, put it in, wat it is, that's wat it's all about
Now wat would I be if I let a punk motherfucker run up on me
I play chess checkmate him in the street, 32 fever off blast that's three
Swish swish fresh fish ain't that a bitch, like ray-jay I gotta run which
Look at the place I'm in, I never fuck superhead acam crawdashier
It's a discrace to yourself, dogg is the champ to the face with the belt
I'm undefeated, undisputed, persicuted, spaded and neutered; faded and booted
[Chorus:]
We got that chronic chronic, we got that yack yack for you
We got that chronic chronic, we got that yack yack for you
We got that chronic chronic, we got that yack yack for you
We got that chronic chronic, we got that wateva u do
Put ya hands in the sky, stick up, pick up piece of american pie
Wat kind of car do ya drive?
Suicide doors on the passenger side?
Do the windows roll down? do the doors lift high?
Do the car change colour when that bitch drive by?
I don't really know an I don't really care
Cause me and my money's like sonny and cher
Spend dow at the goochy store
I never spend dow on the coochy though
You can check it, I got a record in brazil
For runnin out and not payin the bitches
Juvinial delinquint, see when I speak dis
Move when I bleep dis
Lil nigga peep dis
Ya secrets is all exposed
If ya grew up on ma music
Ya mumma's one of ma hoes
Ya daddy's one of ma foe's
Ya granny's been to one of ma shows
It is contrary that my literachary
Is very nesesary, ya feel me?
An you can try to rewind it, define it
Deside it to a whole notha groove
Play it to anotha move
Hope ya go through
Cause ya won't strike two
With twelve jury's up your piers
You better hope they like you
Ain't no tellin wat they might do
So I'm gonna just stay out their mothafucka way view
Dippin in an outta town
Gotta get a hundred thou
Even if it's just for a setta
I been blessed by kings and kissed by queens
Even got a homie named prince akeem
Yes, I mean black diamonds
I can have anything, yep
There's twenty game
Even if I coulda of I would of never stopped
Started on the bottom, now they got him on the top
Sensation, big snoop dogg rattin number one in the nation
Top draft pick, always got a top bad bitch
Every time u see me, niggas wanna be me
It ain't that easy, it's still hard bein Snoop D O mothafucker double G
Believe me.
[Chorus:]
We got that chronic chronic, we got that yack yack for you
We got that chronic chronic, we got that yack yack for you
We got that chronic chronic, we got that yack yack for you
We got that chronic chronic, we got that wateva u do - Staxxx In My JeansVer letra
Composición: Ricardo Thomas, Thomas Jackson (4)Mezclas: Richard \Músicos invitados: Frank Vasquez (Recorded By)[X]Staxxx in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage [x2]letra de Staxxx In My Jeans
My pockets look like Rerun, your pockets look like Rodg.
It's the same story, a nigga rich,
I'm on some nigga shit, and you're nigga bitch!
You better check 'em, tell 'em I'm off the chain,
I buck and bang, homie that's only game,
Oh I ain't got a problem, you see me get the staxxx,
You see I bought the Phantom, 24's don't come with that,
I've been around the world, check gripping every state,
You bitch don't like me, she fake, so people might call it hate,
But I don't give a damn, a boss's life is how I make that bread,
Toss the mic and I'll still be richer than rich and have you bitch make my bed,
My pockets fat as shit, you niggas mad as shit,
Fuck neither Warner bro's, I'm on some Gladys shit,
Many have tried and failed, shit I'm out on bail,
I make more cheese than your old man and he went to Yale,
Shit I went to jail, you can go to hell,
You got some shit to tell, I got some shit to sell.
[Chorus:]
I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage,
I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage,
I got staxxx in my jeans Phantom up in my garage (yeah!)
My pockets look like Rerun, your pockets look like Rodg.
Candy paint dripping, look at all them bags,
I had to show and brag, 'cause being broke's a drag,
I gotta get this paper, my kids they gotta eat!
We got a lot of heat, just case them dollars, cease,
Been out for balling, shot calling and I make that change,
And I don't want the Range, chop that spray on things,
That's how gangsters do it, we get our green and bricks,
We put our green in blunts, you spend your green on chicks,
I'm on some player shit, dynasty straight Lakers shit,
Cook it up on some baker shit, and chop it up on some paper bitch!
I got my mind right, and my money right,
If you ain't in the game for the money, you the funny type,
And I'm laughing my ass off, Phantom with the mask off,
Legal, so they hating when I gas off,
You know how Snoopy does it, Phantom, don't bitch touch it,
One hundred thousand a show, I'm getting dough like fuck!
[Chorus]
Look how that flag hanging, gangbanging I ain't no punk,
Maintain till that thing came out the truck, make that (A)K go pop pop pop!
I'm about my bidness boy, making money never been so smooth,
You bitch you're about to lose, 'cause she's about to choose!
And that's the way it goes, S N double O,
You want that quiet type, I want that trouble ho!
Now go get paper girl, yeah, I meant for real,
One time I told a bitch not to come back till she got two thousand dollars in two dollar bills! (Wow!)
That's cold game, a ho thing,
I'm high as Soul Plane, I smoked the whole thing,
You know how daddy do it, I'm true to it,
I take a cocaine, bew it then put some blue to it!
That's some gangster shit, these hoes love this gangster dick,
Khaki's and some gangster kicks, yeah, bitch, that's my gangster fit,
I'm balling boy, and you ain't got to ask,
She all about this pimping, I'm all about this cash,
[Chorus] - Been Around Tha WorldVer letra
Mezclas: DJ Quik, Terrace MartinMúsicos invitados: J. Black (Backing Vocals), Latonya Givens (Backing Vocals), Terrace Martin (Keyboards), Chris Jackson (3) (Recorded By), Greg Papania (Recorded By), Terrace Martin (Recorded By)[X]Yeah, this record's for my baby, my baby booletra de Been Around Tha World
I know I'm always on the road, I'm always gone
And you say I'll never make records for you no more
Well this record is from me to you baby
Yeah, real talk
Been around tha world
I've been into many places seen some unfamiliar faces
But baby none of them compares to you
Soon as I get home I'm racing to unplug my phone
I seen everything twice
Been around tha world, I've seen every scene twice
Stopping down in Tokyo, dipping in the rice
I'm a boss at the wind, I cracked every colored dice
I do it big, fuck the rumors
Rich and infamous with the blue and gray Pumas
Gangstas don't die, they just move to Miami
I did all that, I was voted ...
I'm sorta like Sammy
Smoother than Marvin, I need me a Tammy
Sipping Chardinae, making deals on my hands free
Fatherhood, now the actors can't stand me
'Cause I own rap and I'm coming for your day job
Until then I'm chilling at the day spa
Relax my mind and just chill
'Cause without you none of this is real
Baby you know I
Been around tha world
I've been into many places, seen some unfamiliar faces
But baby none of them compares to you
Soon as I get home I'm racing to unplug my phone
Yeah, but now I'm back across the water
I'm in Sydney with somebody's daughter
Blowing sticky by the zips and they can tell
By my rag hanging, fuck this is Crip, but I'm chilling
It feels so good to get away
Especially when your name is D O double Gizzee
Coast to coast jetting, man I been doing that
What's up, just start balling ... I been around the track
Hop in Peas with the bosses
300 for the yacht, the third deck got a office
Docking down in Monaco, churching with my folks
Bad luck had me dying when I fell up out that boat
My life is like a movie
But the bad guy don't die at the end, so sue me
Then I relax and chill
'Cause without you none of this is real
Baby you know I
Been around tha world
I've been into many places, seen some unfamiliar faces
But baby none of them compares to you
Soon as I get home I'm racing to unplug my phone
Been around tha world
I've been into many places, seen some unfamiliar faces
But baby none of them compares to you
Soon as I get home I'm racing to unplug my phone
Just for you baby
Yeah, I'm on my way home right now
I'm on my way right now
I'm leaving the studio right now
Yeah, soon as I get home tomorrow I'ma go unplug it
Matter of fact I ain't even gonna bring it in the house
See you in a minute - Let It OutVer letra
Composición: Dejanee Riley, Teddy Riley, Terrace MartinMezclas: DJ Quik, Teddy RileyMúsicos invitados: Cathomeesh West (Backing Vocals), Snoop Dogg (Backing Vocals), Teddy Riley (Backing Vocals), Terrace Martin (Backing Vocals), Ethann Sugar (Recorded By), Greg Papania (Recorded By), Scott Elgin (Recorded By), Teddy Riley (Recorded By)[X][Snoop Dogg]letra de Let It Out
Well it's the super duper Snoopa once again I'm on the fly
Swoopin through I'm in my coupe and all the bitches want a ride
If it's trippin like I'm clippin I'm still grippin on my nine
We be Crip'n while I'm dippin with my C's up in the sky
And the East is still my side, I'm a reaper when I ride
Fuck a feature, I don't need a motherfucker, I'm the guy
I delete 'em, stampede 'em, straight eat 'em like some fries
Get a ketchup, get 'em messed up, turn the heat up let 'em fry
Ain't no different when I'm rippin, pimpin's still up in his prime
TV shows, movie hoes, pimpin's still up on his grind
Man these hoes don't know, I'm workin with a nine
I ain't talkin 'bout a gun, I'm talkin feel it in your spine
when I hit it from behind, if I go up in your mouth
I might hit you in the mind, you know what I'm talkin 'bout
It'll thrill ya, I'm the stealer that'll kill ya with the rhythm of a trigger
Motherfucker better duck before I hit her, bang!
[Chorus]
Dogg-y Dogg, is all, you need
So love, the Dogg, like we, love weed
(Breathe in) Breathe in (breathe out) let it out
(Breathe in) Breathe in (breathe out) let it out
(Breathe in) Breathe in (breathe out) let it out
(Breathe in) Breathe in (breathe out) let it out
[Snoop Dogg]
You niggaz mad cause I done came and crept up back up on the scene
This is bye, retire, I'm still spittin gasoline
I'm a gangsta motherfucker what the fuck you think that means?
Little nigga I'm the king, I ain't givin up a thing
If you want it come and take it nigga, I'll be sittin waitin
Make a patient nigga got the other ear and I'll bake a nigga
Fuck it put the gun down, and straight bank a nigga
Take it nigga, take it nigga fuck, you ain't this nigga
.. Slow down my turbo flow
.. Inhale my doe-doe smoke
.. Okay I let the fo'-fo' blow
And the po-po know, that's why they on my dick
And they at my crib, tryin to find my shit
Tryin to search my house, what the fuck that's 'bout?
I ain't givin up shit, you can search that bitch
I ain't got nuttin Jack; get the fuck on back
[Chorus - 2X] - My MedicineVer letra
Composición: Erik SchrodyMezclas: DJ QuikMúsicos invitados: John Hart (10) (Bass), Trevor Lawrence Jr. (Drums), Ethann Sugar (Recorded By), Richard Niles (Recorded By)[X](One, two...)letra de My Medicine
[Intro: Snoop]
Yeah, I like to dedicate this record right here to my main man
Johnny Cash, a real American gangster
I got my nephew Whitey Ford on the guitar
Young Trev' on the drums
Grand Ole Opry, here we come, uhh
[Snoop Dogg]
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jacked up the spoon on the candlestick
Dopestick pimpin on the one-trick pony
Yeah she kinda skinny but she gets my money
Get my money, buy my medicine
Buy my medicine, buy my medicine
Get my money, buy my medicine
Buy my medicine, buy my medicine
Yeah, you know I got to have that medicine
That prescription medicine baby
Y'know, purple, orange, green
[Snoop Dogg]
Jack starts hangin 'round with some fiends
Got strung out, sold the cow for beans
Told young wifey, "I love ya honey
But you gotta hit the streets, go and get my money"
Get my money, buy my medicine
Buy my medicine, buy my medicine
Get my money, buy my medicine
Buy my medicine, buy my medicine
Yeah, the mo' dedicated the mo' medicated
Can you feel me?
[Snoop - singing]
Girl my love's gonna last, just as long as my high
(And I'm high all day, every day)
You can trust every word I'm gonna say will be a lie
[Snoop Dogg]
Haha, yeah I lie sometimes
What's the use of the truth if you can't get a lie sometimes baby?
Now dig this
Jack starts a track up and down the hill
Got to walkin thinkin ace what he told to Jill
Come rain, come shine, come snow or if it's sunny
Get the fuck out, come and get my money
Get my money, buy my medicine
Buy my medicine, buy my medicine
Get my money, buy my medicine
Buy my medicine, buy my medicine
Yeah
They say you can't buy me love, but you damn sure can buy me bud
[Snoop - singing]
Girl my love's gonna last, just as long as my high
(Oh I'm so high right now, how 'bout you?)
You can trust every word I'm gonna tell you is a lie
(Liar liar, haha, pants on fire)
Girl I love you (I love you though)
Yeahhhh! - Ridin' In My Chevy
Composición: Elijah MolinaMezclas: DJ QuikMúsicos invitados: Uncle Chucc (Bass), Aaron Dahl (Engineer [Assistant]), Terrace Martin (Keyboards), Ethann Sugar (Recorded By) - Those GurlzVer letra
Composición: David Blake, Elijah Molina, Teddy RileyMezclas: DJ Quik, Teddy RileyMúsicos invitados: Erick Coomes (Bass), Andrew Mezzi (Engineer [Assistant]), Ethann Sugar (Recorded By), Greg Papania (Recorded By), Brandon Winbush (Vocals [Additional])[X][Chorus]letra de Those Gurlz
(Those girls, those girls)
Those girls, they don't mean a thing to me
I was just playin' the game
It was all a fantasy (Those girls)
[Snoop Dogg]
I got a call from this hoe the other day
She say she just moved down from The Bay
to L.A. - well that's great
We should sit down and talk face to face
You bring the barbeque, I got the paper plates
I can't lie girl, I like the way you shake
And when you dance the way you make your booty shake
Give or take, I rate you 'bout an eight
Or a nine - okay, fine, you a dime
And them other bitches they gon' wait in line
They hatin' on you how you take away they shine
Rewind, pay attention to the signs
I see money when I look you in the eyes
No lie, I love how you stay fly
So fly, send a text and I'll reply
And when you need that good sex, I'm the guy
[Chorus]
(Those girls, those girls, those girls, those girls)
Those girls, they don't mean a thing to me
I was just playin' the game
It was all a fantasy (Those girls)
[Snoop Dogg]
It was Kim, Dalesa, Vanessa, Rene
I don't love hoes or respect what they say
Hey... yeah that's life
The Pound comin' through, get the F out the way
I know it's been a minute but your boy been away
It feels so good, take me back in the day
I hit the studio, then back to the stage
The lights come on and the people start to wave
Then I seen this girl, she looked me right in the face
Like "I know you remember me and my homegirl Tanay"
We stay downtown in a loft on Santa Fe
And we your number one biggest fans to this day
Wait... baby girl I'm the great
Bigg Snoop Dogg, you got to bring me up to date
I know a lot of girls rock shows in many states
Room 220, bring your friend and some drank
[Chorus]
(Those girls, those girls, those girls, those girls)
Those girls, they don't mean a thing to me
I was just playin' the game
It was all a fantasy (Those girls)
[Snoop Dogg]
Now where you gonna find a nigga fresh like me bitch?
Somebody pass the lighter so I can get this weed lit
She lookin' at my stones like "Damn, is he rich?"
I'm lookin' at her pose like damn is she thick
Fuck them other dudes, I'm the man to be with
Fifty million sold, who's bigger than me bitch?
Nobody, let me put you on to some G shit
Hop in the Benz, I'll get you higher than ski lifts
And then I'm bout to beat the cat up like Heathcliff
Yeah, 'cause all bitches need dick
And if they say they don't they just lyin', they wanna sit
shotgun in the 500 like she the shit
Uh-uh, hold on baby, we the shit
Clear blue skies, dip 'til you're seasick
You're with the one and only
S, yes, N, double, O, P
[Chorus]
(Those girls, those girls, those girls, those girls)
Those girls, they don't mean a thing to me
I was just playin' the game
It was all a fantasy (Those girls) - One Chance (Make It Good)Ver letra
Composición: Bryan FryzelMezclas: DJ QuikMúsicos invitados: Aaron Dahl (Engineer [Assistant]), Marlon Williams (3) (Guitar), Terrace Martin (Piano), Ethann Sugar (Recorded By)[X][Chorus - X2]letra de One Chance (Make It Good)
(Make It Good) You got one chance to crack
One shot to pop, better hit the spot
Cause there's a hundred other brothas that's waitin' in line
Player it's your time to (Make It Good)
[Snoop Dogg]
Now you've been waitin', patient
Dinner datin', classic chasin'
Your homies hatin', 'cause you're never around
You're either at the movies or you're out shoppin' around
All that for the cat, it's a wrap
You gotta go hard if you get a chance to hit that
If you hit it then you gotta hit it harder
than any other brotha, the Karma Sutra be the author
Be her father, be a man, be the man
that made her never wanna see another man
Make it better than good, make it great
Make her visit, then make her stay
[Chorus - X2]
(Make It Good) You got one chance to crack
One shot to pop, better hit the spot
Cause there's a hundred other brothas that's waitin' in line
Player it's your time to (Make It Good)
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah man, if you got a real one
You better hold on to her
See 'cause a real man will come along the way
And smooth knock her...
If you like her, wife her
If you love her, smother her
With that stuff that'll make her feel the same way
And pull that ring out on the same day
A couple heirs with the horse and the carriage
You gon' lose if you scared of marriage
A real boss got a foundation
You need somebody in your life with patience
minus the hate... Shante what more can I say?
But baby look at us today
Your husband's a boss, the kids is cute
King of the Coast with a gang of loot
[Chorus - X2]
(Make It Good) You got one chance to crack
One shot to pop, better hit the spot
Cause there's a hundred other brothas that's waitin' in line
Player it's your time to (Make It Good)
[Snoop Dogg]
I'ma make it good for you, make it hood for you
Make it do what he couldn't do for you
Tha Doggfather supreme, jump in the shower
I appear through the steam
Braids and all, over six foot tall
Can't no other brotha fade the Dogg
I'm all ya need, I'm who ya want
I'm here to coach ya through your do's and don'ts and he won't
I got the remedy, the energy
It's your mama, your daddy, and then it's me
Bad talk a boss, I wish a player would
Close your eyes baby girl, let me (Make It Good) - Why Did You Leave MeVer letra
Composición: Chauncey Hollis, Devon Reed, Jamal JonesMezclas: DJ QuikMúsicos invitados: Daniel Groover (Guitar), Brian Kennedy (4) (Keyboards), Corey Stocker (2) (Recorded By), Ethann Sugar (Recorded By), Jason Schweitzer (Recorded By), Chilly Chill (Vocals [Additional])[X][Snoop Dogg]letra de Why Did You Leave Me
Bada-bing, bada-boom, what a dogg gotta do?
Let me holler at you boo, damn I miss you
I just wanna kiss you, and all that good stuff
Was I really all that bad or was I good enough?
I'm under pressure, I can't run plays like this
My mama always said that there'll be days like this
I'm all alone by the phone, in a zone, face is stone
Wonderin', if you ever comin' home
I try to run the streets and play
But that feeling just won't go away
My whole life I'd throw away, to get you back on my team
Damn, why'd you have to go away?
[Chorus]
I miss your breakfast in the mornin'
Miss you in the evenin', tell me why you're leavin'
Please give me a reason, nothin' could ever change me
I'm missin' my baby, think I'm goin' crazy
(Why did you leave me?)
You can't leave me by myself like this
You can't leave me by myself like this
(Why did you leave me?)
You can't leave me by myself like this
Mama told me there'll be days like this
[Snoop Dogg]
I get up early in the mornin', miss your rudeness and kissin'
I also miss that smell of that good breakfast in the kitchen
Listen, I'm a star but I'm wishin'
To follow you wherever you are
You the wheels to my car, and I can't roll without you
My heart is a ice box, it's cold without you
Why'd you have to, leave me this way?
I'm doin' bad, you don't wanna see me this way
I'm at the pad, tryin' to do my best
I'm so stressed, and yes I'm still the King of the West
Tryin' to manage, and I'm gon' handle it
I need you back in my life, 'cause I'm tired of livin' scandalous
[Chorus]
I miss your breakfast in the mornin'
Miss you in the evenin', tell me why you're leavin'
Please give me a reason, nothin' could ever change me
I'm missin' my baby, think I'm goin' crazy
(Why did you leave me?)
You can't leave me by myself like this
You can't leave me by myself like this
(Why did you leave me?)
You can't leave me by myself like this
Mama told me there'll be days like this
[Snoop Dogg]
Oh my Lord, I'm sittin' at the board with my head down
I can't write my next line, I need to lay it down
Hmm, I'm stuck like a dump truck
Lookin' stupid, cupid down on my luck
I touch a four leaf clover
Hopin' for somethin' good, like I should
If not I guess it's over
Baby be real with it
Do you love me, do you miss me?
I can't deal with it
[Chorus]
I miss your breakfast in the mornin'
Miss you in the evenin', tell me why you're leavin'
Please give me a reason, nothin' could ever change me
I'm missin' my baby, think I'm goin' crazy
(Why did you leave me?)
You can't leave me by myself like this
You can't leave me by myself like this
(Why did you leave me?)
You can't leave me by myself like this
Mama told me there'll be days like this - Can't Say Goodbye
Composición: Dejanee Riley, Glenda Proby, J. \, Teddy RileyMezclas: DJ Quik, Teddy RileyMúsicos invitados: Charlie Wilson (Featuring [Vocals]), Chris Jackson (3) (Recorded By), Greg Papania (Recorded By), Omar Reyna (Recorded By), Scott Elgin (Recorded By), Teddy Riley (Recorded By)
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