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East Coast [Remix]

Snoop Dogg

Still Striving

2017

anybody K, California all day
Yessir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam-blam-blam
Long Beach, popping pill on 'em

you can change em
I breathe life into instrumentals and I'm the person who made em
I sing the hook and leave em hooked my boy
This all entertainment
I

boom, ended it with a nice punchline and everything
And then I'm like, hell yeah, let's see how this ends
He's like, oh shit, it wasn't recording
I'm

Vine lleno de punchlines
Trap lit by sunshine
I sniff the few lines
Look at the moonlight
OG like Suge Knight
Your face and two lights
I want your punani

the rap game sold in
Exchange for some fame and wealth
And I'll offer you the same thing boy
And that's the deal that I've dealt
And Crypt said: Do you one

mental
You niggaz get the memo
So boy cudos
Signing deals and aint sent a demo
Getting it the king they label me this
By product of the pen
Them fakes aint

actin all funny like dem IG models
Real nigga from da beach case you ain’t know
I ain’t tricking on you bitches i don’t wife hoes
Beach boy in da flesh

Everybody claim they used to rap
But these ain't even punchlines no more, I'm abusing tracks
Leaving instrumentals blue and black
I'm in Marty McFly mode,

smile, I melt inside
Just an ice cube boy with the sun by my side

I'm just a sad boy counting the particles of sand
Hoping a little, cutie girl would come

I need two Lamborghini's, one black, one white one
You boys should've never let Javion in the cypher
Stryker, more punchlines than MK or Street

out
(I could act out)
With just seven breaths, my decision set
(Hah) they be vet, I'ma promise now
But I been a threat (yeah)
Most punchlines
I ain't in

Making rap look easy killing these instrumentals
Who he say he beefing' with?
Shit not us
'Cause that'll have his boys looking like, "Who shot ya?"
Fly

(Talk to em)
This purple durag gimme the krillen
Sleek laid down
I get a chance know ima slip in
Boy small body like Piccolo
He don't fit in then get you

this rap game like I'm a Cherokee
You should quit with your heresy
Your persona a parody
Fuck a parrot, you parakeet
Yeah, bird boys I hear you caw,

gedisst
Ab heute sind wir Feinde wie
Die Bloods und Crips
G-Funk-Einfluss, C Walk ist ein Muss
Drive-By, es reicht meist zu zielen
Nur ein Schuss von

Let me start this off by saying I like to smoke hella sour
Devourin' hella beats by the hour
Politicin' talkin' money power
I just want that crib by

and hit the beach with some mangos
My main goal is really mastery of self
And I ain't done it yet so I can't set it on the shelf
I got my belt drawn, felt

RUN ME ALL AROUND 
by B. I. S.  
LYRICS by Mia Moravis (ASCAP) | Bongo Boy Beach


VERSE I
You run me all around!
You got me scopinu0027 this whole

letters 
Samurais in my eye dawned by cold weather
Awakening gold souls you know for the better

Smoking blunts at drakes beach
Working on my next beat

above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your

brings
So give, give me all the night
Ba-dada, ba-dadada, ba-dadada-da
So we are wasted
In the back of a car, on the beach, in the sand
All the boys, we

with silly niggas)
I cannot sleep
I hit the beach and talk to God
Not sure she listen
Shout to Bre
He pushin P
He keep a pistol
Protected by the heater

I could sink the titanic
Leaving you stranded up in the atlantic surrounded by sharks bet yo ass would just panic
I do not panic, my thoughts are just

throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out