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Yeah man... |
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'You know it's easy to talk about.. doin somethin |
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but when it comes down to the action part, the most folks take a little |
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light vacation' |
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[Snoop Dogg] |
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Mmmm.. I was just thinkin to myself man |
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Y'know this Blue Carpet Treatment record is deep to me |
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And I need to let my peoples know how deep it is to me |
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On some real talk like... |
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It's like lookin and poppin and seein whoppers and movers |
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Despite a Guidant, I try to be hard on the low |
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Nobody's guidance so I decided to sleep by the do' |
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Open my mind try to slip inside my grandpa's fo' |
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Driftin off into another stage of life |
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Nigga paid ya price and big homies made ya fight |
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Niggaz ain't wanna see ya nigga be-bop, no |
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Toe for toe, I beat a nigga down to the flo' |
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[Chorus: Snoop Dogg] |
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Incredible, forgettable, better blast, past, to move the mind |
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Many men were eradicated by music minds |
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Open ya eyes and take ya time to visualize |
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And once ya decide to move ya mind in due time |
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It's so erotic, if it ain't exotic, it's gettin naughty |
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Freeze and groove, get rowdy, rowdy; girl move ya body |
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It's melodic, I'm bein honest and modest |
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You done fucked off my whole rap flow, think about it |
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[Snoop Dogg] |
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Fuck that nigga, I'ma do it right |
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Thangs ain't movin right, I don't think that you would like |
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for me to be mad, saying, 'Niggaz can't stand me' |
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Sittin at home, watchin motherfuckers at the Grammy's |
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Wishin I was there, naw nigga I don't wish no more |
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I'm the big cat, fish in the bowl |
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Basically you hear these rappers out here using my flow |
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They need Snoop on they song to make they shit official though |
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In dismissible, police a nigga, modern day KMI |
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Takin my time, chronolizing my rhyme |
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Writing my rhyme, tryin to get intellectual |
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Directing the weather, makin my negative records more intellectual |
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Tryin to change the direction of flowin |
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And sayin, born sayin, 'You know I get live-er when I get fluent' |
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Ain't been nobody to change game since King came |
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Same thing, same lane, hit it and ya get banged |
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Word to Rob Bass, just make the music dope |
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Thangs don't change man, it's so remarkable |
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And they don't know how to do it 'cause they don't flow that way |
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Go that way, roll that Jay |
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Roll my tape and take me back the day you were phony |
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You're so into what ya doin but you can't get into it |
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You can't talk and now ya ruined but y'know I'ma do it |
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And now you doin it, they booing like, 'You blew it! You blew it!' |
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I'm dippin through the universe, make 'em move the verse |
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Through the Luda-verse, hit the boota first |
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You can never beat a hoe, lemme show you how to treat a hoe |
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If you likin me, follow me, you so believable |
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(So...) Got a way to get his own music out |
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Record executive, bounce ballin and actin bad |
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Take my time, with my.. great mind |
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Take 'em out, make mine, kicked about it |
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Thanks to niggaz who might make it illegal |
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And not rival the Beatles, and rock, rockin my peoples |
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And fly, fly like eagles been doin the shit like liters |
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And hittin y'all with heaters and walkin in my Adida's |
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I continue to bust, then I switched up to chucks |
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Givin niggaz a puff, still givin it up |
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Beanie Sigel what up? Real niggaz is up |
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On the scheme with my team, yeah Daz and Kurupt |
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[Chorus] |
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[Snoop Dogg] |
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We bust 'til we buss 'em up |
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+Lay Low+, I know they told you not to fuck with us |
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Layin and playin, and sayin man, walkin in vain |
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Anxious for fame, my nigga tryin to walk in my lane |
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And tryin to.. walk in my shoes but they just don't fit |
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You couldn't spit the shit that I spit 'cause I'm the shit |
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And this is it, legit, let's split the chips |
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And fix, and move the work and hurt that bitch |
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I'm through with this! {*crowd cheers*} |
