Touch Away Snoop Dogg (Ft. October London)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Yes
Death Row Records
What, y'all thought we was gone?
We back on
Huh
Right back in your motherfucking ass
Twenty, twenty twenty-two, two, two, two
Yes, yes
Hand me that fire
Let me light this shit up, my nigga

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I gotta be, I gotta be a better me
Top dog, whole 'nother pedigree
Snoop Dogg, ain't none of y'all ahead of me
I'm all peace, no beef, so I'ma let it be
Splitting a Backwoods, sitting up under a tree
I'm thinking back, this is right where I wanted to be
DPGC
Feet in the sand as I dance on your TV
Yeah, I make this shit look organic
And this is from the most recognized on the planet
Damn it
And you haters can't stand it
But can't do nothing 'cause that's just how I planned it
Back to the Batcave, follow my rap maze
Real hip-hop, come up out of them whack ways
I see you niggas been brainwashed
I'm cut from the cloth of this shit called hip-hop
Don't stop, won't stop, nigga, we sure shot
Slide in the six-four, that bitch is so hot
Death Row Records, yeah, dog, we twist 'em
West Coast baby right back in your system