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Snoop Dogg - Doin' Too Much lyrics
Snoop Dogg] *inhales* Aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo Quik check this out dog You know mothafuckers be doin way way too mothafuckin much You know? That's real Just like baby right here she doin too much Now if that nigga next to you got a rented car And he actin like it's his but you know it's not Say he doin too much yeah nigga you doin too much And if that stuck up bitch got the bar posted up She actin like that hair's hers but you know what's up Say she doin too much, yeah baby you doin too much I gave my kinfolk the keys to my Suburb I told em "Hit the side and slide and get the herb" But guess who's callin, Pipedream Patty Made that nigga park my whoride beside the alley Forget about that nigga though (fuck that nigga) Fuck that nigga yo But I can't forget about him cuz he taught me everything I know Oh no Joe, walkin down the wrong lane Tootin on that cocaine, fuckin wit that wrong thang Niggas like that (what), get things like they want it (damn) Then fake the funk, doggonnit Now loc, look at this predicament You smoked out and can't be trusted, I can't kick it wit Niggas like you, used to be in my crew Goddamn, they don't make niggas like they used to I remember Marley Marl and the Juice Crew That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce-deuce Now if you're doin for your family and you can't stand it Cuz you know these mothafuckers tryin take advantage Say they doin too much, yeah nigga you doin too much And if your kinfolk broke and he smoke dope And he need to catch a mothafuckin different stroke Say he doin too much, yeah Joey you doin too much We parlay, parlay everyday DPG style We might throw a pool party every once in a while Now in fact we gon' do one this weekend Let's see how many hoes me and my nigga Rose can weed in I believe in, sharin the cock Also, I believe in comparin the cock Look, don't knock a nigga like me (why?) Cuz she love the way I just beat up the pussy Not just knee deep, she was totally deep When she went down on me She blew a nigga socks off, got a nigga rocks off Ooh wee, baby you's a freak Put my homey up on game like a gangsta But my homey fell in love and he banked her Ain't that a trip? Now we in a twist Back in the county wit the red ribbon on his wrist Now when a nigga hit his girl and she don't hit back And he get his third strike wit no get back Say he doin too much, yeah homey you doin too much And when the homey in the pen, doin a sin And his girlfriend fuckin wit his best friend Say she doin too much, hell yeah she doin too much I'm livin up in the hills, wine sippin wit mills I'm havin major type of paper, I ain't trippin off bills (still) Show me some respect and accept my coolness And don't mistake my kindness to mean I'm foolish Use this as a warning, cuz I'm startin To figure it's some niggas think I'm soft as Charmin Pardon me, cuz I ain't mad when you get bent But I hate when fools mistake me for U.S. ?spray? Friends and family, gettin after me like repo Eat, smoke, choke then want me to throw em a c-note You doin too much when you clutchin on my touch-tone Callin strays over nigga leadin months gone Conversate for fo' hours, wastin mo' power And only get to hit a cold shower You fakin like you're makin more moves than Simpson But frontin, pushin buttons, doin nuttin but sin And when a nigga on yo' phone, runnin up yo' bill Tryin to tell some hoodrat bitch how he feel You know he doin too much, yeah nigga you doin too much And when your baby momma cryin bout she need some milk And you heard some other nigga did been at her tilt You know she doin too much, yeah baby you doin too much That's real |
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