Lyrics:
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
know there's niggas that's molded by television shows
Opinion sold but most's stay null and void
A little gossip make little people feel more important
to count profits
I know they got on binoculars
But fuck em all, we balling til they come lock us up
Twenty to life; I'm clubbing, blowing twenty tonight
We
go
High not low and away we go
It's twelve o'clock and I don't want to party
My pit bull friend and my big truck hobby
A little bit of dirt never hurt
cares)
VIP chilling with entrepreneurs
Niggas stay flyer like pilots on jets
We got the power like energy drinks
I never thought you would see me like this
to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
the party just to crack a biatch
[Woman]
For all you players who don't know
Nobody pimp em like a gangsta from the LBC
[Snoop Dogg]
Pimpin ain't easy but
what what what)
Can't nobody do it like y'all do
(What what what what)
When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds
This is life ball not
a Black Beama'
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal
Uhh it
music's got us moving strong
You know I like to feel that bass
We don't need nobody else
To make us feel alive
We could be all by ourselves
cnd be dancing
on a mission, you see
There's money that I'm missin'
I got 'em posted
Told 'em "Move and I'ma murder y'all"
You and all the trouble goin'
Through by servin' y'all
times was over but I'm still not sure
I'm past all them times when nobody ain't love me
Ain't nobody love me
Hollon
Fuck that
We all got some anger to let
dumped
What really counts is how the crowd bounce
Go home and say Snoop rocked the party
Nobody got killed is what got announced
I guess they got
you, bitch come try me (come try me)
In the hood all by myself, and ain't nobody gon' try me (damn, don't try this shit nigga)
Taught your pussy-ass
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
So I'mma hold it down 'til we all win
We've been at the clear port ballin'
I just want to see my niggas
and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a regal
Uhh it feel good to ya baby bubba
You see this is for the g's and the ki's
the assurance I've longed for
As long as I've got King Jesus
Conquered all of me
I put my faith in Jesus Lord, my King
Nobody like You
You walked
The other me will never get the girl, though
Got himself killed fooling around with Furlow
Protecting wormhole knowledge is the game plan
Hey man, that mean's
that I can
And I know that life goes on
Come and gimme some love
Ain't no party killed nobody
So don't care what they got to say
Ain't no party killed
The party won't die
We're still alive
We all got front row seats to watch the world burn
Yeah not gonna lie
I watch the time fly by
But the party
tryna block my jumper
First place please get up off my bumper
You don't got cheese over here we got a bunch
All white sheets all across my covers
Plain
on Fairfax, they thought I was a Laker
Don't get embarrassed by the merits
Murals of Paris, I ain't never been to Paris (never)
Murals of Phoenix, I ain't
Ladies and gentlemen
We're never deeply angry
We just get mad the way you do
We know you too well
And so many people know me I wish I did
I wish
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