[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Say, man
20 years in the game, man
And there's one thing I found out, man
The game will revolve, and it will come to you if it's meant for you to have it
But what's real and what's fake is..
[Verse 1: Slim The Mobster]
What goes up must come down
But I promise to shake the world up if my feet touch the ground
Now I party 'till the patron out
Start a fight and get thrown out
Party out of control now
Tell the bartender send another round to the the women
But only the fly women
Not a gold digger mistress
Smelling money through my denim
Silk suits and linen
The big coup is tinted
The TV's like a 10 inch
The definition of menace
Bitches stay on my dick
24 hour fitness
They surprised I did it
Now the sky's the limit
They say money bring power and what did I do to get it
In the pursuit of happiness, I'm Will Smith with it
No pen, no pad, just real swift with it
My music is all I had when no bitch could deal with it
Left a lot of shit in the past, your ass along with it
Make sure I send you a plaque every time I get it
For every time you told me to quit it and I didn't
I hope you get the post card and pictures
The letters when I send them
Look at the view I'm getting
Cheers to your bitches, here's to you bitches
Say, man
20 years in the game, man
And there's one thing I found out, man
The game will revolve, and it will come to you if it's meant for you to have it
But what's real and what's fake is..
[Verse 1: Slim The Mobster]
What goes up must come down
But I promise to shake the world up if my feet touch the ground
Now I party 'till the patron out
Start a fight and get thrown out
Party out of control now
Tell the bartender send another round to the the women
But only the fly women
Not a gold digger mistress
Smelling money through my denim
Silk suits and linen
The big coup is tinted
The TV's like a 10 inch
The definition of menace
Bitches stay on my dick
24 hour fitness
They surprised I did it
Now the sky's the limit
They say money bring power and what did I do to get it
In the pursuit of happiness, I'm Will Smith with it
No pen, no pad, just real swift with it
My music is all I had when no bitch could deal with it
Left a lot of shit in the past, your ass along with it
Make sure I send you a plaque every time I get it
For every time you told me to quit it and I didn't
I hope you get the post card and pictures
The letters when I send them
Look at the view I'm getting
Cheers to your bitches, here's to you bitches
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