Fuckin Wit Ya'll
D. Lynch, Snoop Dogg
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I'm a Beretta, a go-getter Mo' wetter Loretta, dope-getter So better for weather, no never so clever Go whether or not the teapot Or the beef might settle Feet on the pedal, mashin' music Blastin', swervin', drivin' fast In the wrong lane But I ain't tripping 'cause I'm Getting my cash in Motherfuckers want to lock me up 'Cause I gang bang, smoke weed Don't give a f*ck I bought my lil Football team a bus On the grind trynna find time Lettin' rеal niggas shine Figaro on the low, let thеse niggas know Boss Dogg, boss paw, just to let 'em know When I came through the door I bang with the four Motherfucker, I'ma bang with the O I'm the crippin' kitchen, spitting at bitches Flippin' the switches, my niggas in Richmond The real killers, guerillas Wig splitters, heavy hitters, ya dig it? Now trip A lot of niggas like to say what they gon' do But I'ma f*ck with y'all, cuh 'cause I want to A lot of people say it's bad for my health But I don't give a f*ck 'cause I'm a match for myself I stay fuckin' with y'all I stay fuckin' with y'all A lot of people say it's bad for my health But myself, I stay fuckin' with y'all Making hit's like my name was John Gotti Like I got thugs and hired Goons waiting in the lobby Slugs leaving blood traces on Your brand new Audi From busting out shots from out a new Bugatti All forms of consciousness fully remised Like a mother buying crack with Her two young kids From out the two one fifth Where they do dump clips for pigmentation Whichever way the shoe done fit's Take another shot, bitch Let's f*ck up the program Get stopped by cops, smoking on Rosecrans Make a little cash They wanna put me in a toe tag Thrown and locked in a cell Injected with some Prozac it's California Where the weed and where the hoes at A nine to your teeth Now tell me where the dough's at It's California Love all these California thugs Creeping in your bitches each evening Trynna catch a buzz I stay fuckin' with y'all I stay fuckin' with y'all A lot of people say it's bad for my health But myself, I stay fuckin' with y'all Grab your mask 'cause we gripping fat stacks And if you talking back Then it's ratatat tat we this and we that Come with pistols and bats Sipping on Yak and rolling fat stacks Spark up the blunt while We make another timeless You know you gone, blood vessels in your iris Haters keep on watching They crucified in silence this shit is war I'm addicted to the violence Gossip, talk, then you all getting shot Sue me, bitch, go run and call the cops Run and duck when we rolling down the block 'Cause stupid D lynch straight Don't give a f*ck Talking big game 'til someone Pulls a nine clip Now you're sweating bullets like a Cop with a side bitch come and step to us if You feel like being lifeless Pulling seven figures Never know what this life is I stay fuckin' with y'all I stay fuckin' with y'all A lot of people say it's bad for my health But myself, I stay fuckin' with y'all
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Written by: DANIEL J BYELICH, SAM JR CANNARELLA
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