Lyrics:
to two-one
Where the sun be shinin' and I be rhymin'
It's me, Snoop D-O-Double-G, and I'm climbin'
This is for the Gz, and this is for the hustlas
This
to two-one
Where the sun be shinin' and I be rhymin'
It's me, Snoop D-O-Double-G, and I'm climbin'
This is for the Gz, and this is for the hustlas
This
I go where the sun don't shine, I'm holding hands
With the devil, I don't skip plans, I'm watching mans
Tryna rip me down, something I don't
Just taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now hit me
Ya, just hit me
Just start to chase your
you ride around ya city
And now its goin down like the beats by Nitti
Meet me in the mall. Or meet me where they all
Fall through like the temp
the powers that be, nigga let me be
We around when the sun goes down
And the real, real killers they mourn for ya
It's gonna be a bloodshed
One month,
We around when the sun goes down
And the real, real killers they mourn for ya
It's gonna be a bloodshed
One month, one day it's gonna be a bloodshed
The sky is clear
A plane goes by
The moment I've been waiting for
The sun is shining bright
Maybe we can find out own place
Down by the park
It's seventy
Bar light's on when the sun goes down
Down down down
Down down down
Down down down, nah nah nah nah
She moved from Nacogdoches
Several years ago
Now
gets the chedder
To the way back days
Where the Half Ounce lays
Gun tucked by the nuts
As the one time struts
Gets my bail on cause I ain't tryin'
Someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place
Where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer
years of ceaseless pain
And just like a young Tom Sawyer, I could use a lawyer
To sue the man named Sam who dealt me this hand goes by the name of Mr
I used to be like this
Acting like Mr. Mysterious
All alone, but I'm curious
Wandering through this emptiness
Wandering through (too-doo-do-dooh)
thirst end
What goes around still comes around
From the club crowds to the underground
So I made a call to my nigga Doe
See them walls come tumbling down
into her eyes as she looks down at the floor and then uh, “oh, Elle, you already know”
I got an Elle, but she a win
I wanna see where this goes, but it
YEAH! Ludacris in this muthafucka
What up Talib disturbing tha Peace Godamnit
We just getting started
Mixtape style it goes like this, look here:
Looking down from the top yeah it was fate
24 spliffs get kicked in 20 minutes
Think you got some time you blink your life finished
Uhn 24 minutes get 24
by, but no one's around
And I'm dancin' with myself, in the August sun
When the summer starts to fade
Crimson sunset goes down on my loneliness
Another
got to be)
I gotta think if the president is prejudice
And that's another eight years down
The 500 year warn, that's a eight year round
I don't
down?
AWWW GEEZE!!!
When did dreams become, obsolete?
Why does pot make our dreams so sweet?
We doubt so much, and we hate so much.
And a lot of women
up that guitar everybody gather round
You stay close to the fire when the sun goes down
Old Brother Merle he's always waiting in the wings
Only man
up that guitar everybody gather round
You stay close to the fire when the sun goes down
Old Brother Merle he's always waiting in the wings
Only man
I come through ripping off your sun roof in one swoop
I'm heated lead headed for the head
Raining bullets with as much weight as the things I've said
on the railroad track
But everyday when the train goes by
You're not here, and I don't know why
But don't worry when the sun goes down
I'll be here when it comes
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