Lyrics:
doubt, I'm living it
Been claiming the set since the year found Snoop innocent
Slanging hard rock when the rap game was ran by Timberlands
Deport ya
nigga? You can't talk with a gun in your mouth?
(It wasn't, it wasn't me Dre)
You can't talk with a gun in your mouth? (It wasn't me)
Listen up, nigga,
their face is hidden
Harvard alumni
See the ghetto as dumb guys
Give em a nickel for a million bucks of gun rhymes
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la
I'm gonna pick up Little Gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight
And make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie
And I don't
[The Game]
You see that cherry red phantom on them big ass wheels
See I be playin' with them cars I'm like a big ass kid
Crazy with that cap gun
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
Musical sound play by the king
What a ting a when you're livin' foreign
Nuff rope chain, nuff diamond ring
A mi rule Jamaica
Cah let mi tell you,
get my currency in stacks
California's where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these niggas wonder by
I got shot but didn't die
Let 'em see who's next
I live in California
Barely getting by
That's pretty irrelevant
But that's just the type of guy
That I am
That I am
I didn't know anybody in San
the realness
Put ya motherfucking choppers up if ya feel this
(Bust one) Now bust one (gun shot) Not just one (two gun shots)
And if ya want some get some, I
Totin smoke, Outlawz we ain't no joke
Thug Life, cowards betta be known
We approachin in the wide open, guns smokin
No need for hopin it's a battle lost
I
to the pulpit
Blue rag "S" hat gold on my neck fat
Gun case catch that cause neighborhood I rep that
Bust heads, peel caps, cook coke, sell crack
Hit
in the way
It's just another sunny day in California
Seven, eight bomb poppa Snoop Dogg dipping down the show with the dubs
up
[Chorus by TQ]
I
to your lair
Hidden in the many trenches of a hopeless war
Those who were sold out by a corporate board
Carry the casket
Never mind the gun spray
I left my heart in California
I can’t decide if I really want ya
All I know you broke me to pieces
If I say I love you I don’t mean it
I left my
It's been a good summer
For me ... In 2020
Cornteen girlfriends
By now I've had plenty
Lots of time to myself
Lots of nights continplating
next to you in California
Touch down with my shades off
Trying to be blinded by the sun
This our first vacation
So we take a stroll and have some fun
cut, nigga what?
Pick up your guns now WHAT THE FUCK!?!
[Chain Gang Platune]
I get the fuck up, your truant lifestyle, let's rough
I'm even goin'
out here by my way
In sunny Cali-Forn-IA oh yeah, this is DPG
Now you can catch a little heat
From my girl Sweet P
Hear them say that, I be single
I'll
You see that cherry red Phantom on them big ass wheels
You see I be playing with them cars, I'm like a big ass kid
Crazy with that cap gun, so if
the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think you might comе to California
I wish you would
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
can hit LA yeah, BG like my home tho
If you wanna go to the NO that's fine, how you think that I got mine
I been up and down California, where you wanna
neighbors that don't name drop
With a preacher man prayin' for peace but still packin' a gun (you better ask somebody)
Singing karaoke in a double wide
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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