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Snoop Dogg - Buss'n Rocks lyrics
Another smoke session up in this motherfucker Blaze some shit up for me Q Yea wussup Dogg this is whut I'm talkin bout Some of that gangsta shit (Eastside) Shuttin these niggas up (Shut em up shut em up dogg) Westcoast nigga Quik and Snoop Dogg (Forever) 9 9 nigga When I wake up in the morning and I get up out my bed I feel good o yes I do Cause I still can give it up for you Chorus: Cause we're all a little strong In the Beach, where the paper's long But as for me I only G when I'm buss'n rocks Dogg Pound (repeat) Verse One: Nigga, you know you gotta have heart I told you niggas from the start If I'm still in it, I'm in it for life Always stay down and keep my motha fuckin' game tight Cause ever since Elementary, or was it Pre-school Quik? I was a motha fuckin' fool I had to have papers it was routine A young nigga on a mission for them collard greens I, shake niggas Break Niggas Make niggas, shank theyselves For fuckin with my wealth (nigga) And it'll catch on Cause if it don't, it's on And, cuzz, I ain't even slippin' when I'm all alone Sittin' back loungin' in the Chronic Zone Clown me ya gone Surround me, it's on Get the money you're gone My niggas' paper so long They call him Snoop Capone So if you want me, get me, got me Should have shot him But now they call me Snoop Gotti And that's all I LBC Betta yet, that's all I DPGC Chorus (2x) Verse Two: I'm slappin' bones In front of my home Choppin' game on the phone Smokin' a zone Big 6, big 5-3's with ya bitches My girls in the kitchen, cookin' up some fish and I'm blastin' at this nigga that was trippin' O, knuckle head nigga, thought I was slippin' But I wasn't slippin', I was on deck I blast his ass, peck peck now his shirt's wet Dead, gone, light's out With no remorse, I had to take him out I'm laughin' at this shit cause it was funny Fuckin' with the dogg I take your life and your money And then I dip to my spot (dip dip) And set up shop with yo rocks (motha fucka) And nobody gon' speak on the 8-7 Cause still, all doggs go to heaven Chorus (2x) Verse 3: I'm freestylin' C-stylin' Snoop and Quik comin' through we fin' to take you to the island Where the bitches and the bud come free And everybody listen to the D-O double G Hoes on my dick, niggas on my nuts People be lovin' me because I drop cuts That makes sense, it make big money See Snoop is that nigga who don't hafta play funny But I got yo honey, up under my wing Cause she like the song that the bow-wow sing I'll put her in a cling I won't buy her a ring But I'll put her on the hoe-stroll to make me some green And even if she never even saw me befo' There's just no way that she can tell me no You know my game's unbelievable baby (uh uh, uh uh) And it's strong enough to make your grandmama pay me Chorus (2x) West coast, gangsta shit My nigga DJ Q Yea Like I told y'all DPG for the 9-9 DPG, yea Top Dogg, fo sho' Smoke y'all |
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