Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oh No , by - Snoop Dogg. Release date: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oh No |
| It’s 50 Cent and S-N double O-P |
| You don’t want no snoop and you don’t want it with me |
| Everytime I come around they like «Oh No» |
| I get to trippin; |
| slap the clip up in my 44 |
| Shit I been thru in my hood made my heart cold |
| I get to poppin off that thang like I’m loco |
| No sense in coppin pleas when you see my knife out (knife out) |
| Motherfuckers light out (light out) |
| Here come snoop, uh (oh shit) (Oh No) |
| Sup nigga, sup now huh? |
| (Oh No) |
| Ricky Ticky Timble, C’s is the symbol |
| Courdoroy khakis, stacies & brimmed up |
| Straight razors just keep you trimmed up |
| 1−8-7, oh yeah, now you remember |
| He’s electrifyin & original |
| So gangster, Snoop Dogg the criminal |
| The one you hate to love, in the club, in the cut |
| Hugged up wit yo bitch, nigga I don’t give a shit |
| You betta check dat ho, that’s what wreckin G |
| Now step your game down, cuz ain’t no checkin me |
| You’ll be respecting me until I leave this room |
| Or my gat’ll go boom, bullets go zoom |
| Now your name is on a tomb |
| They pourin out liquor with no room to consume, silly bafoon |
| I pop niggas like balloons, I ain’t feelin em |
| Walkin in my big blue chucks cuz I’m killin em |
| Hey what up cuz, it’s 50 Cent; |
| What’s happin nigga? |
| Ever since the moment I was born I been dyin (yea) |
| Hundred miles an hour pulse flyin wit my eye… an |
| He who fears fate lives like coward |
| You go against me, you’ll be devoured |
| Then you get to poppin you’ll have change of heart |
| I hit your chest a couple times you’ll have to change your heart |
| Have doc usin donors, dead niggas wit spare parts |
| You come back wit lungs of a snicth, and the heart of dead nark |
| Niggas never see the light till spark |
| Then they bleed, it get cold, then shit get dark |
| You can call me the beast from the east, I run these streets |
| You can eat hollow tip shells or you can work for me |
| These rap niggas crazy, my mercy has limits |
| Push me a hundred revolvers’ll get to spinnin |
| Your services are no longer needed; |
| rock-a-bye baby |
| My bitch will do it to you with a lil 380 (yea) |
| I’m bailin thru the door again |
| Let momo pour again |
| Me and my ho again |
| Yea she got the four up in this motherfucker |
| And I’mma bust it if you try to rush us or touch us or sucka ducka us |
| It’ll crack off, now back off -real slow |
| An if you don’t know, I never hesitate to shoot a ho |
| Yea that’s my reputation — you test my patience & |
| You & your fam — bam — gon hear the blam, blam |
| Goddammit I’m at it again |
| They done let bitch niggas up outta the pen |
| And now he lookin for me — what the heck — my game is built on respect |
| Now I’m breathin down your motherfuckin neck |
| I dumps till my clip is empty |
| I’m headin down willshire to send the scent |
| And when I get there don’t ask who sent me |
| Just take dem shots and drop it like it hot |
| Bitch nigga |
| Ha-ha-ha |
| Yea nigga |
| Just when you though I was gone |
| Slide back up on you like the wind nigga |
| With the G, G, G, G, G, G, G-UNIT |