[Intro: Snoop Dogg, The Game & Techniec]
Yo, shut the fuck up. Pass me the blunt, bitch hold on
Ey-ey Game what's up nephew it's your boy big Snoop Dogg
Doin' the loc on the coast on a toast of the Boogie popper
You know what it is, I know what it is, they know what it is
While I'm at bitch, I'm over here at chuppa-chuppa yeah
Countin' this Swiss Cheese, you know I'm talkin' bout?
Doin' it big, OC, countin' Gs like I'm supposed to
Put a Black Wall Street list. Gettin' money out that property
You know I'm talkin' bout? D.P.G.C nephew. You a real one nigga
G-G-G-G-Unot, G-G-G-G-Unot
Fuckin, bitch ass niggas lay low and stay low G-G-G-G-Unot
The M.O.B. takin' over niggas, Techniec Hahahah
[Verse 1: Techniec]
In the rain with the beat, stashed with the heat
Smashed in the seat, sinkin' and thinkin' ya'll know the way I rhyme (bitch)
Armour on shined up, flossed out rhymed up
Get your wife good and ball it up 'till your time up (west side)
Want to kill him quick, put him in a filthy ditch
Rather be filthy rich, over a filthy bitch
Wasn't for the flows wouldn't be no hoes jockin'
And breakin' their necks to get yours (Lloyd Banks where you at)
So I suppose Rockin' shows, knockin' hoes, Flockin, I'm clocking dough
I control Rock-n-Roll, with soldiers on lock-n-load (ha haa)
And they come through shoot it up, fist fight, loot it up
Terrorize the future, it's truly number one who was us (yes)
No question we gon' bust Glocks in fast cars
Blocks in Nascars, couple of bad broads (first fam)
We got a feud with us, none 50 trust (money over bitches)
You bitches hit the bus, you niggas ease up
Yo, shut the fuck up. Pass me the blunt, bitch hold on
Ey-ey Game what's up nephew it's your boy big Snoop Dogg
Doin' the loc on the coast on a toast of the Boogie popper
You know what it is, I know what it is, they know what it is
While I'm at bitch, I'm over here at chuppa-chuppa yeah
Countin' this Swiss Cheese, you know I'm talkin' bout?
Doin' it big, OC, countin' Gs like I'm supposed to
Put a Black Wall Street list. Gettin' money out that property
You know I'm talkin' bout? D.P.G.C nephew. You a real one nigga
G-G-G-G-Unot, G-G-G-G-Unot
Fuckin, bitch ass niggas lay low and stay low G-G-G-G-Unot
The M.O.B. takin' over niggas, Techniec Hahahah
[Verse 1: Techniec]
In the rain with the beat, stashed with the heat
Smashed in the seat, sinkin' and thinkin' ya'll know the way I rhyme (bitch)
Armour on shined up, flossed out rhymed up
Get your wife good and ball it up 'till your time up (west side)
Want to kill him quick, put him in a filthy ditch
Rather be filthy rich, over a filthy bitch
Wasn't for the flows wouldn't be no hoes jockin'
And breakin' their necks to get yours (Lloyd Banks where you at)
So I suppose Rockin' shows, knockin' hoes, Flockin, I'm clocking dough
I control Rock-n-Roll, with soldiers on lock-n-load (ha haa)
And they come through shoot it up, fist fight, loot it up
Terrorize the future, it's truly number one who was us (yes)
No question we gon' bust Glocks in fast cars
Blocks in Nascars, couple of bad broads (first fam)
We got a feud with us, none 50 trust (money over bitches)
You bitches hit the bus, you niggas ease up
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