Lyrics:
It's Lil Weezy, something on my wrist real breezy
And this is what I say when you see me
Look, and leave your broad at home, she get took
'Cause I'm
I got the chronic by the tree, 'cause
(I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
(I love it when
It's Lil Weezy, something on my wrist real breezy
And this is what I say when you see me
Look, and leave your broad at home, she get took
'Cause I'm
at least have the decency in you
To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
In the streets when I'm eating or feeding my daughter
To not come and speak
relationship advice guy
Liked on the vices priceless smile
Look at the eyes got the look of a survivor
Husband, father
Dissed by Eminem but did it bother him
Yeah. I feel historical, man
Yo
I got a beat from Chronic
he said that I could have it as long as I had him on it
Then I listened to this beat and said
Bass strings and piano keys
By green grass reading poetry
I am the sick the dead I am
Warm body asleep underneath
Excuse me for having a heart
I body your man
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find
music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by
Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife
Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto
Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes
Mama
Another episode of a Doggy Dogg tale, you know me well
You know I'm coming by the smell
I'm here when you see the weed smoke in the air
Party
on chronic leaves
I'm not trying to front or put nobody down
Not trying to floss or fade just kick my style
That's on the real
Get it together or just leave
guns under the seat
And my nigga just came home from work, release
Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass that shit like you just
it ta' poppin' ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yo
I can tell by the ring in the middle of your tongue
You're
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
Watch out for my Louie belt cause
That's right where my Ruger is
I go hard in the muthafuckin' paint nigga
Leave you stankin' nigga
What the fuck you
And leave an eye black and blue and green
They tell me I can do it, just do it clean
But I'm from the dirty South
I don't know what that mean
Eminem I am
to get me a hole-in-one to remind me of life when I go off
Homocidal thoughts, bodies outlined in chalk by the time it's dark
Dahmer signing his name
Dogg again
[Snoop Dogg]
G-Dub, that's my bitch, how the fuck she gon' love me?
I love that bitch, why the fuck you gon' leave me?
I'm in the green room
over them prices
H-to-the-K, equipped with the silence
Leave you leakin' outta yo sinuses
Dead presidents got niggas evil
Til' it kill you with
The way I play the game you
Think I'm smoked by the chronic
It's the Boy Scout
Stand for LBS from East to West
I'm still gonna bring it to your chest
My
It's 1-9-9-tre, so let me just play
It's Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic, I'm back with Dr. Dre
But this time, I'ma hit your ass with a touch
To leave
It's 1-9-9-tre, so let me just play
It's Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic, I'm back with Dr. Dre
But this time, I'ma hit your ass with a touch
To leave
Dogg, I'm on the mic, I'm back with Dr. Dre
But this time, I'ma hit your ass with a touch
To leave motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back,
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