| Hey Snoop Dogg, can you give us a bedtime story?
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| Alright, hand me my backwoods, here we go
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| Just another day in me old neighborhood
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| Not bad meanin' bad but bad meanin' good
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| Time flies by with the boomin' system
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| Shot for my head, I popped back but I missed 'em
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| So I kept shootin' 'til I ran outta shots
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| Then I threw my gun at him and I ran up the block
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| Swang them foes, bang them hoes
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| 20 minutes later, I changed them clothes
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| For a disguise, east side niggas is back
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| Ain’t heard your new shit 'cause you niggas is whack
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| I came to this party all by myself
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| But I won’t leave by myself
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| I got his, hers and your bitch too
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| They all come through, it’s sorta like a rendezvous
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| I’m so true to this shit, never new to this shit
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| Kick back and watch your big homie do this shit
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| Niggas don’t make or break me
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| 'Cause all I just do is shine
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| Toast to the bang bang boogie
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| Crush grapes to drink fine wine
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| S to the N, double O, P
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| Won’t you put it in the air one time
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| Today we gonna get real litty
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| Guaranteed it’ll blow your mind
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| Well well
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| Well, I watch out
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| Better get them starchild
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| That’s the XO bottle
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| Leave shit with the model
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| And this gangsta shit on your, uh
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| 1 little 2, little 3, little Gs
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| Hangin' by the high school, blowin' in the trees
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| 4 little, 5 little, 6 TCs
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| Watch a nigga back when I’m dip in through the Es
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| 7 little, 8 little, 9 little hoes
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| Wanna kick it, I suppose, gettin' tickets to my shows
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| 10 to 11 but a dozen on the rose
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| Gave that bitch to my cousin 'cause he hard on the nose
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| Hey, you know how shit goes, make that bitch strike a pose
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| She belong to the gang, so you know that bitch chose
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| So cold, make a nigga freeze up, hoes down, nigga, G’s up
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| Niggas don’t make or break me
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| 'Cause all I just do is shine
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| Toast to the bang bang boogie
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| Crush grapes to drink fine wine
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| S to the N, double O, P
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| Won’t you put it in the air one time
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| Today we gonna get real litty
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| Guaranteed it’ll blow your mind
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| I did a whole lotta gutta shit
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| But lookin' back at it, young loc, Cuz, I’m on some other shit
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| Intellectual, misdirectional
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| Correct yourself so you can avoid correctional facilities
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| Mental stability, validity
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| Everythin' you look at ain’t what it appear to be
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| Compellin' you, sellin' you, I’m tellin' you this
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| See poppin' this shit is like knockin' a bitch
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| I’m cold with it, rock roll with it, trick hoes with it
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| Nick Foles with it, get it, I be the backup, second in line
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| See when I get in, you ain’t gettin' no more time
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| I’m free as a bird, C is the word, nigga, I did that, nigga
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| Never switchin' up, my nigga, let’s get this shit back
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| True to this shit, never new to this shit
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| Kick back and watch your big homie do this shit
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| Niggas don’t make or break me
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| 'Cause all I just do is shine
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| Toast to the bang bang boogie
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| Crush grapes to drink fine wine
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| S to the N, double O, P
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| Won’t you put it in the air one time
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| Today we gonna get real litty
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| Guaranteed it’ll blow your mind |