Lyrics:
Yeah woah, Cudi
Yeah
It's summer time, Cudi vibes, when my minds right, go for the goal line
Juke by the nay sayers and the two times
Leave 'em in
winning? Just
So that a nigga in the street
Can give me a fucking dap?
The same niggas that didn't buy
My album any fucking way
That downloaded the shit? Get
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
B.I.G, look
The universe been throwing me all the signs except stop it
Niggas been plotting on me, but here's the plot twist
I can't throw fists no
on you with
A chicken like Papa Shango big chain
Skeleton bones dangling while I'm mingling
Now let's watch a flick by John Singleton
(Rest in peace)
Uh
You can pain see the pain in my eyes
Aint no shame in me ion cry
Drown da pain by smokin weed
Im high
Got it out da mud took my own route
If
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, hey, Snoop, what up? This your nigga, Dre
Hey, man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it
having what you need
Just got a manicure I ain't bagging up no weed
I'm sagging in my jeans ‘cause my credit card limit
Is large with traffic like
After the funeral cause it's sad on my side
Cause in the ghetto, it's one big black moon
I mean people dyin everyday, we all are doomed
My mama look at me
Beep
Dr Dre
Ay ay Snoop whattup this your nigga dre
Ay man I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it out put
Beep
Dr Dre
Ay ay Snoop whattup this your nigga dre
Ay man I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it out put
album like a bird in a corner store
Keep it real boy
Trill got the good dope!
See grill, big bills, with a thick hoe
About an ounce of that good dolja
We
Yo, tell 'em we back in this
One-of-a-kind spirit's
Be remembered with the time
The sky's the limit
Bitch I'm barely in my prime
This ain't half
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
We the in-timidators, why'all in-timidated
By our bling bling ring ring, and I can't debate it
LOWRIDERS (bzz bzzt) hittin on switches
As we PASS
That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
8 Track
I'm livin' on cribs while u dreamin' in ya cribs
So all you big babies can keep on ya bibs
Stayin' on tour while my album gettin' shipped
Tryin'
thinking bout that million-dollar home on the lake
Okay, unt uh, that ain't that ballin motto
Spend big faces by the million like I hit the lotto
Got cost by
my first album going hard on diss last one diss last one made diss album in 7 days in my home studio blessed by God to be on diss ride i rode da wave
and resources
Making sho the black face
Hardly have a portion
Hypocrites made most
Laws that we live by
Delusional democracy
America the big lie
The new Jim Crow
wonder when I wrote this. Nah it's weak)
The money's ya religion sky the limit live life
Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife
The glimmers
I'll shit on you, da da, da da, da da
I'll shit on you, da da, da da, da da
I'll shit on you, da da, da da, da da
I'll shit on you, da da, da da
By our bling bling ring ring and I can't debate it
Low riders hittin' on switches
As we pass by ya in sun fire, c'mon
What y'all need to do is throw
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