| So, uh, how much is my Sandbox worth right now?
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| Your sand- your sand token?
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| Yeah, what’s my- (Just your token?)
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| Yeah (Uh, four-point- four-point-eight)
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| What did it start off at?
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| Three hundred thousand dollars
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| So it’s at $ 4.8 million?
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| Yeah
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| Cash
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| Ayo, Hit-Boy
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| I think it’s time for another one
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| Yeah, haha
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| I’m Snoop Dogg- Dogg
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| And my rhyme- rhyme- rhymes are fresh
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| I’m Snoop Dogg- Dogg
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| And my rhyme- rhyme- rhymes are fresh
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| Walkin' through The Sandbox with flip-flops on
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| This reminds me of a hip-hop song (Right on)
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| No Instagrams, no TikToks on
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| You run up on the Dogg and get bip-bopped on (Bip-bopped on?)
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| Back in the days, yeah, they took my songs
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| But if I get back, then I could live like that (Facts)
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| See, we don’t cry over spilled milk
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| I’m Snoop Dogg, baby, and I’m smooth as silk
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| Every beat I rapped on, that bitch was killed
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| Every brim I wore, that ho was tilt
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| I’m standin' tall like I’m walkin' on stilts
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| Aftermath on blast from the house I built, uh (Haha)
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| And that’s east to the west, right?
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| The niggas on my team, they say they livin' they best life
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| A drug dealer turned CEO
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| And I’ma show you how to get this dough
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| Livin' what I call the way I did it
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| Doin' it my way, that’s how I get it
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| Reppin' the east side, Long Beach city
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| Keepin' it gangsta is all I know, know
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| We gon' throw our set up (Set up)
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| And we gon' get our bread up
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| While I roll my weed up
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| In my Sandbox with my feet up (Feet up)
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| We keep blowin' trees, all these emergencies
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| A hundred-million-dollar deals with this cryptocurrency
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| Spitter, hitter, did her, get her, man, I got a lotta moves
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| Used to spend a lotta bread on a whole lotta jewels
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| Fools learn fast, so I must be the fastest
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| Took all my classes, learned it by the masses
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| Surpassed all the masters, now I’m the master
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| Last thing out there is my Doggystyle masters
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| Yeah, I gotta have it like a bad habit
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| 'Cause Doggystyle, nigga, was a motherfuckin' classic (Ooh-wee)
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| Am I lyin'? |
| No, you not
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| It was hot, so motherfucker, gimme what you got
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| Now we can get off into some gangsta shit
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| We can laugh, toast or blast (What up, cause?)
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| Or you can be a gentleman
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| And handle this shit like you got some class
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| Livin' what I call the way I did it
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| Doin' it my way, that’s how I get it
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| Reppin' the east side, Long Beach city
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| Keepin' it gangsta is all I know, know
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| We gon' throw our set up (Set up)
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| And we gon' get our bread up
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| While I roll my weed up
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| In my Sandbox with my feet up (Feet up)
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| I’m Snoop Dogg- Dogg
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| And my rhyme- rhyme- rhymes are fresh
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| I’m Snoop Dogg- Dogg
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| And my rhyme- rhyme- rhymes are fresh
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| Hit-Boy, Snoop Dogg |