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Snoop Dogg - The Bidness lyrics
hey what's up my nigga shit just chillin what's happenin shit man what you up to shit not too much eh you aint seen that nigga snoop? man hell no I been callin that nigga since thursday and hutch i aint gonna call that nigga no more oh like that man for real man I aint buyin the new album either, I'm gonna download that mutherfucker for free, let that nigga know when I see em man shit there he go right there huh? i don't say much i don't say alizee no i don't say dutch keep your hands off until I say ok touch i never come off tacky, im a boss exactly im like the slick suit snooper fly visatchee conversation flashy, yall niggas can't match me i talk to you slow so your game can roll take advice from a player don't love her just play her boy I never could dare to pay double the fare man I swear to God there's going to be some trouble in here before I pay that bitch, I'm like a bossy hog half dog half gorilla bitch donkey kong niggas thirst for holes I got a thirst to full tryin to knock a pimps hussle be the first to fall fuckin with a 150 whole can of vodka mixed with gang bang gotta program like pappa (hey hold up) ima do you a favor let this pimpin save ya leave that bitch alone the homies call her misbehavior boy you move too fast, done too much talkin im too much walkin the one who keeps hoes haukin dont fuck with snoop too much cause he goes off when niggas mouth too much, so please no flossin i step up quicker, cause the game dont pause i gotta stay sucker free cause it aint no laws dig this ya'll thats the bidness man step my game up up in this man long hours hard minutes man with this hussle im splendid man DA perfect attendence man cause im a boss Yea, real bossy like, and sometimes flossy and if you fuckin with that i i, i knew, i i i i knew you gonna dig this i had to tell you the truth homie but you got mad yea I hurt your feelings fuck it its too damn bad im a major player, i got major game I might floss a different bitch but the pimpin the same i aint got time for no haters i lay em flat on their back im from the dog pound homie i dont fuckin do cats I fuck with niggas who be bustin the shots im talkin long beach, engelwood, compton watch close your chops, i knows your spots, keep talkin nigga ill expose your nots you aint ready for that boy i do this for fun its like you vs. kobe ballin one on one you aint got no chance, you aint got no faith, i kick the shit out you punk look mama no hands im not a holy roller but I pray so hard, help me I'm sendin these bitch niggas straight to God shit I'm too damn brode conversation is short while your talk is funnny jack i talk with money keep the chain on bling, the rock is sunny for you smart mouth the bitches I aint that dummy (hell no, he be) thats the bidness man step my game up up in this man long hours hard minutes man with this hussle im splendid man DA perfect attendence man let me tell you some, let me tell you some thats the bidness man step my game up up in this man long hours hard minutes man with this hussle im splendid man DA perfect attendence man thats the bidness, thats the bidness, thats the bidness, can I get a witness thats the bidness, thats the bidness, can I get a witness |
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