Lyrics:
studied rap albums, that’s all I’ve done
Now I produce and rap, proving I ain’t dumb
But I do it to show the show the world it ain’t impossible
For a rapper
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
Like a gun shot
Twist' is yo' flow cold?
Well I think so
Kim do you got dranks
Crist' by the box
Twist' do you got smokes
Well I got 'dro, now baby
won't do that
For a box of yayo dirt? Sunday, I'm in the T
But I should be in the church
Tryna pray and seek forgiveness
Cah I really put in work
My nigga
the juke box another song
Crank up the heat
Let's start a fire
Burn up the night
Set my heart ablaze
Crank up the heat
Let's start a fire
Burn up the night
the album, I was floatin' on the cover
I pit my car, they let a lad in
I was floatin' on the cover, made a message out a mess
Got 'em clothes up the flow
the pit's nigga I send him 10
For stinking you go in that box
That's what I put D odor in (deodorant)
My white boyi said what y'all
Don't like them bars?
I
in this spot
I drop demos so hot
I'll make it Hell's Town
And not like how you box
Or a Glock I don't stop
At just twelve rounds
And by the way it
and you guessed right in me
Asking all those questions was to set you up right
Wet 'em all, pretend I'm Jada, let us set it off
Cartier, Rolley, time
I bet you never thought I'd get on a beat like this, uh
Be known in the streets like this
Never thought I'd slide on a beat like this uh
Or you'd
shit been see through
What I gotta say I think now they know my way
Set the record straight
No cap lemme vindicate
Pain left me in the dirt but I know my
up
Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sold out concerts,
of money in a save box)
We flying so high kamar tsuntsu
(We flying so high like birds)
Abun ya shiga jiki ya yi katutu
(It's in our blood, it has become our
wanna kill
I put the game first and if it didn't work
Then by now I'd be bang on the drill (Brrr)
I can make a mill I get a mop like a cleaner
I can get
(Where are you?)
Oh-oh
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
Oh-oh (The Divine Feminine)
(The Divine Feminine) Oh
Am I supposed to?
call me no punk
My name is Snoop D-O-double-G
And I'm the godfather of G-Funk
I'll put this shit down, like clown, Dogg Pound is my set
Nigga set
independent, now I move c.d.'s in bulk
Check on Chamillionaire.com, my fan base is a cult
I'm that nigga that'll spot you, see you in the streets and box you
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
lost (the future)
So do you understand it now? Well try standin' over
Seven box sets, reppin' sixteen years
This rap career ain't work, it's
my set some friends still don't pay for shows
Still the token guy on the lineup
Ticking the diversity box while getting it hyped up
Still learning
and you guessed right in me
Asking all those questions was to set you up right
Wet 'em all, pretend I'm Jada, let us set it off
Cartier, Rolley, time
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
go, Full Metal Jackit, here we go
Ayo, dipset, dipset, nah Freddie rips sets
Snatch jewels off your neck
Leave your clique wet
Y'all flow drive but my
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