[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Nigga I tell the bitch quit
Sit down, shut up and floss my shit
My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it
So sit down, shut up and roll my shit
Now smoke with me, hook up my funk with me
Now take this money and hold this up for me
Now let it soak for me
Now bitch is you ready?
I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it
[Verse 1: The Game]
When I wake up in the morning sometimes I feel like goin' back to sleep
But I gotta keep this product on the street
Tryna take over my turf
Stretch me out in a hearse cause that is what it's worth
Baby momma keeps sweatin' it nigga, cause the rent's due
Ton son's, daughter on the way, I think I'm Fixed too
Get out on the streets stack the money like bill Gates
And do whatever it takes to keep my family straight
Livin' in Compton, some say it's suicide
Crossin' the street and catch a bullet from a drive by
My homie Dan's got it sippin' on a séance
So many dead homies
When I hear about it I can't cry
I lost my grandmother, that's when I flipped
Only decision to make now, blood or a crip
Drove across the tracks, opened up the door on my Lac
Put the dope in the front, hop in the back
It was like that
Nigga I tell the bitch quit
Sit down, shut up and floss my shit
My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it
So sit down, shut up and roll my shit
Now smoke with me, hook up my funk with me
Now take this money and hold this up for me
Now let it soak for me
Now bitch is you ready?
I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it
[Verse 1: The Game]
When I wake up in the morning sometimes I feel like goin' back to sleep
But I gotta keep this product on the street
Tryna take over my turf
Stretch me out in a hearse cause that is what it's worth
Baby momma keeps sweatin' it nigga, cause the rent's due
Ton son's, daughter on the way, I think I'm Fixed too
Get out on the streets stack the money like bill Gates
And do whatever it takes to keep my family straight
Livin' in Compton, some say it's suicide
Crossin' the street and catch a bullet from a drive by
My homie Dan's got it sippin' on a séance
So many dead homies
When I hear about it I can't cry
I lost my grandmother, that's when I flipped
Only decision to make now, blood or a crip
Drove across the tracks, opened up the door on my Lac
Put the dope in the front, hop in the back
It was like that
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