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from Snoop Dogg - Ego Trippin' [Expicit Version] (2008)
Dogg back up in this mother****
Hoes know how to act up in this mother**** They I know I make it crack up in this mother**** All blue Chuck's and my khakis in this mother**** I'm lookin' for a thick one Pecan brown, she lookin' for the slim one Loves to go down, she say she likes the big one I need her right now, do you know where I can get one? To give me brain like a genius She love my hair pressed like the cleaners And got a friend named Trina You see 'em from behind you'll think they Venus and Serena Now that's my kinda **** Take your clothes off, damn baby, kinda thick Love Snoopy blue, yeah I'm that type of Crip And we was about to dip 'til she hit me with this trip I ain't ever met another gangsta like you I ain't really sure but I think I liked you Give you my number to my cellular phone Play my cards right, will you take me home? Girl, you will never meet a gangsta like me We can do our thing but you can't be wifey Go and let your Doggy boy give you a bone At the end of the night I'll take you home I limp with my two step Got two friends, we can have group sex **** from the 2-1 Tall and 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 believe that she's talkin' to a real star Pop told me real hard And threw that backshot on me real hard Royal **** is clean, I'm king like the boulevard Dogg do his thing, got her feelin' like a superstar Wanna share her feelin's with her friends Tell her husband that there's 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 **** like cut, dat dat dat I ain't ever met another gangsta like you I ain't really sure but I think I liked you Give you my number to my cellular phone Play my cards right, will you take me home? Girl, you will never meet a gangsta like me We can do our thing but you can't be wifey Go and let your Doggy boy give you a bone At the end of the night I'll take you home The homies say 'cause don't do it to her You gon' have to always do it to her She be creepin' to your hotel, sayin' that she won't tell Knowin' one night won't do it y'all You know I got that gangsta Make you wanna tell my mama, "Thank ya" Then give me all your paper, every time I lay ya Snoop Dogg, playa playa I'm always with a bad **** You could say I got a bad **** habit See a bad ****, is like a fat blunt I got one but you know I got to grab it So lil' mama what's happenin'? Let me know if you're tryin' to get it crackin' Wanna chill, when you down for the smashin'? Ms. American Gangsta, Mr. Blue Magic I ain't ever met another gangsta like you I ain't really sure but I think I liked you Give you my number to my cellular phone Play my cards right, will you take me home? Girl, you will never meet a gangsta like me We can do our thing but you can't be wifey Go and let your Doggy boy give you a bone At the end of the night I'll take you home I ain't ever met another gangsta like you I ain't really sure but I think I liked you Give you my number to my cellular phone Play my cards right, will you take me home? Girl, you will never meet a gangsta like me We can do our thing but you can't be wifey Go and let your Doggy boy give you a bone At the end of the night I'll take you home Trick these a pac stay breezy up In the club blowin' trees with Snoop Cool lava poppin' enboddas rockin' T.R. I'm at the bass go boom I'm in a truck and I ain't stoppin' Straight to my yacht let's get it poppin' Cool lava poppin' enboddas rockin' T.R. I'm at the bass go boom You get it? |
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from Snoop Dogg - Ego Trippin' [Expicit Version] (2008)
I'm a man I gotta
take care of my family fighting these pressures in my life I know my mind should be on shining and getting grammies But these streets won't say goodbye I can't say goodbye to the blocks goodbye to the hood goodbye to the streets I can't say goodbye to the hood goodbye to the blocks goodbye to the streets I can't say goodbye to the blocks goodbye to the streets goodbye to the hood I can't say goodbye to the hood goodbye to the blocks goodbye to the homies I guess it's true you can't take the hood out a homeboy plus my hood just lost another homeboy another one got life and we don't know if he coming home boy They in the street tell me 'just leave it alone boy let them do them take care of your own boy' But I said back brake a bound before I was grown boy you had dreams of being a dope boy yeah I was runnin' from the po po Banging for the turf late night huntin' puttin' me in work good day comin' airbrush shirt pay day got the spot got my hair cut first made mom sick when I wouldn't go to church yeah I live in the burbs but I think 21st I know since I left that it's gotten much worse but I'd still be there if I couldn't write a verse I'm a man I gotta take care of my family fighting these pressures in my life I know my mind should be on shining and getting grammies But these streets won't say a goodbye I can't say goodbye To the blocks that raise me the enemies and the homies that made me tough enough to hang on the corners that would mould me critics wonder if I'm tryna be the old me but if they think the old me ever left then they don't really know me and don't know we don't change we just become OG you always addicted to the life you just don't OD shit I owe the streets before they owe me took me in when my momma didn't want me to wild to be a child and pops not around now all I got now is the homies to teach me how to be a man in what not how to brake ounces in the grams in what not the reason I'm so nice with my hands in what not shit you think I forgot I'm a man I gotta take care of my family fighting these pressures in my life I know my mind should be on shining and getting grammies But these streets won't say goodbye I can't say goodbye Thank god every day that the boy could spit and all around the world they enjoyin' my shit I know I got plenty more wars to get I got a beautiful wife and some gorgeous kids but it wouldn't be right if I ignore the shit they made me how I am the music in the man told me that I can for the world gave a damn if it wasn't for my niggas sayin' stick to the plan probably be a gun instead of a pen in my hand probably be doin' a dub and the pen with my man the say leaders streets but they don't really understand all I had was the block when I didn't have fans rapped on the corners when I couldn't get spins all I had was the homies when I didn't have kids if it all come down and my career was to end I'm sure my name would live in these streets I'm a man I gotta take care of my family fighting these pressures in my life I know my mind should be on shining and getting grammies But these streets won't say goodbye I can't say goodbye goodbye goodbye I can't say goodbye goodbye goodbye I cant say goodbye goodbye goodbye I can't say goodbye goodbye goodbye You can take the man out the streets but you can't take the streets out the man |
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