CEO Snoop Dogg
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[Intro]
Rick Rock beats
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I'm back like I never left
In this motherfucker spitting rhymes 'til my last breath
Snoop Dogg in the building, yes, y'all
Line 'em up, barber shop, fade 'em all
I'm watching the game from the halls of fame
I'm balling, mayne, I boss up back in this thang
Believe me, bro, you wanna stick around and see the show
See me go, Snoop Dogg, CEO
Proceed to capitalize, I'm back with my guys, slapping the five
Making more hits to slap in your trunk
They know this is gangsta funk
Take your risk and get what you want
Fuck with this, I figured he won't
Figured they lying, I'm a cold muthafucka, it's getting chilly
I didn't really wanna fuck him up and slap him silly
So I ran that bitch-ass nigga up out the city
[Chorus]
Back up in the motherfucker, tell me how you feel now (How you feel now, oh)
Either you're fake or you're plastic, it's hard to keep it real now (What? So real)
How many niggas you shot, how much money you got
And do you really post up on the block?
Not ordinary, it may vary
I get my means by any means necessary
Rick Rock beats
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I'm back like I never left
In this motherfucker spitting rhymes 'til my last breath
Snoop Dogg in the building, yes, y'all
Line 'em up, barber shop, fade 'em all
I'm watching the game from the halls of fame
I'm balling, mayne, I boss up back in this thang
Believe me, bro, you wanna stick around and see the show
See me go, Snoop Dogg, CEO
Proceed to capitalize, I'm back with my guys, slapping the five
Making more hits to slap in your trunk
They know this is gangsta funk
Take your risk and get what you want
Fuck with this, I figured he won't
Figured they lying, I'm a cold muthafucka, it's getting chilly
I didn't really wanna fuck him up and slap him silly
So I ran that bitch-ass nigga up out the city
[Chorus]
Back up in the motherfucker, tell me how you feel now (How you feel now, oh)
Either you're fake or you're plastic, it's hard to keep it real now (What? So real)
How many niggas you shot, how much money you got
And do you really post up on the block?
Not ordinary, it may vary
I get my means by any means necessary
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