Lyrics:
the L-B-C
It's kind of hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin' up with funky-ass shit, like, every single day
May I kick
yeah now break it down
No L's
No shit business
No shit business
No L's no L's only W's my friend
Burnt bridges weren't nice
Literally cut ties
I cut my
(Snoop Dogg!)
Still rock the gin 'n juice in hand
(Snoop Dogg!)
Three 14 inch rims is runnin' on the side
(They riding on the side?)
Yeah, they
OGE, no you can't get in
Like Adventure Time, feeling like Finn
I ain't sipping on gin
Yeah I'm sipping on gin
Got a bad ass bitch she a ten out of ten
p'tit dej' j'me fait
Une tartine au brie
Fumeur de shit, buveur de gin, tueur de skin
Suceur de chibre après une heure de gym j'ai
La fureur de vivre
respect, y'all shit on deck)
Aight Snoop, you got the weed (yeah) and I got the liquor (fa sho)
Meach got the food but who got the strippers (I don't know)
the police
Get it good girl, use your knees
I love them brainiacs
Yeah, my last ho had a few degrees (for real)
Back on my Compton shit
Demonic how I
You know how l rock the street my nigga
Ayo Lance turn me up bro
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What's good
Yeah yeah yeah what's good yeah
They told me
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
I blow it by the O. Yea bitch.
Cudi wassup nigga? We should smoke after this. Real shit
Uh, quality weeds in it,
They tell me you don't get to die
Ay, nigga pass me the blunt
(Go get the fuck outta here, oh shit)
Ay, pass this over here man, so we can just ciph you know what I'm sayin'?
Ciph,
was a different type of nigga
I'd probably smoke you
But, shit
I had to figure out all this shit by myself
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Real niggas
shit up
C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up
And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up
Thug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin it up
For my peoples, yeah knock on wood
Triple L, rollin' dice while I put you on
To the drama what I gotta say is short not long
This nigga that I'm
und I'm Auto, I'm Tapedeck
(When we ridin by)
Durch die Stadt, Gangstamucke bei Nacht
(We gettin high)
Durch "Chronic",
"Gin 'n' Juice", "5 On It"
in dis bitch (hol' on (whole lotta Mac shit)).
Fa-Fa-Fulla dem bitches nah; I'm fulla dem bitches nah (fulla dem bitches nah)!
Yeah; fulla dem bitches
the new NWA
The Drac hit harder than Dr dre
Shit make you lean back and rock away
My left wrist brrr, bitch, so icy
Glock in my Girbaud's, yeah up in my
me by the weigh-in
It's hard to grasp some of the shit I be sayin'
It fly's over your head like a second string is
You can't comprehend me
You
the sharks
Like a pencil, lil' nigga, yeah my niggas staying sharp
Flooding the scene, just like Noah on the ark
We ain't gin stop, lil' nigga, we gin stay up
every day
Cognac is cool, but I'm on gin (on gin)
Santa bought me, a new Mac-10 (yeah)
Yeah, Click shit makes a motherfucker's night
niggas listen
, ho all I know is win (Win)
Rolling papers and gin (Gin)
Poppin' out of two doors (Two door)
Windows five percent (yeah)
They know what it is (What it
had shit (uh uh) swerve on em
For ya daddy the pen (uh huh) swerve on em
Actin' bad off that gin (yeah) swerve on em
Hit his block and act again
a free man on the streets again
Chasin' St. Ides down with some Seagrams Gin
Life is like a dice game and I'm into win
On the scene from the 41st side
featuring The L.O.X.
Intro: Sheek Luchion
Yeah what the deal. This is what y'all niggaz been waiting for?
This is what been waiting for huh?
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