Bad MF’s MOUNT WESTMORE

[Intro: Samuel L. Jackson & Tim Roth from Pulp Fiction]
I want you to go in that bag and find my wallet
Which one is it?
It's the one that says bad motherfucker

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Band of brothers, laughing at them others
Gang from the gutter, some bad motherfuckers
Hands on everything, the path of a hustler
My cash looking good, pulling big numbers
Hustling non-stop, getting everything I need
If Snoop Dogg coming, you gon' smell the weed
If Doggy in the building and everybody chillin'
You best believe I'm here makin' a cool million
I'm in your meeting room, feet on your table
Smoking my own brand, kush from the land
Laying out the plan, million-dollar man
And I ain't moving 'til a nigga put it in my hand
A hundred grand just to make a nigga dance
Big money moves, a lot of shaking hands
A lot of day ones I done gave a chance
I used to make due, now I make demands
With four aces in my hand
I used to make due, now I make demands (Yeah)
Bad motherfucker, I took the game and ran