Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Can't Swim, artist - Snoop Dogg. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Can't Swim |
| I am Sir Dogg, DPG fuck… and I hate water |
| I never learned to swim… |
| AAAAH! |
| PUT ME DOWN!!! |
| Let go of my leg!!! |
| I HATE WATER!!! |
| I CAN’T SWIM!!! |
| AAAAH!!! |
| (Snoop) |
| Now matter where I go, you got’cha eyes on me |
| And everybody sittin' around waitin' on me |
| Show us how you do it Uncle Snoopy |
| So fluid wit' your technique, y’all niggas gon' respect me |
| Man, I been doin' dis' shit before I even learned how to crawl though |
| Gettin' interviewed by mothafuckaz like Geraldo |
| And niggas wanna know if I smoke Newports or Marlboros? |
| Man, I’m fuckin' wit' dat real shit, nigga can you feel dis'? |
| I make dat shit for the realest of millions |
| While I’m wheelin' and dealin' and feelin the feelin' |
| Hmm… and oh what a relief it is |
| That Snoop is back in dis mothafucka handlin' his biz |
| Takin' care of his kids and makin' hits, oh shit |
| There it is again, you never know if your career might flop, fizz |
| So, stay on your toes and keep a pair wit’cha foes |
| And keep a set of new hoes and floatin' and tie da bow |
| Fuck these niggas and peep out Whitey Ro (?) |
| Somebody told? |
| Well then, somebody gettin' rolled on |
| And that’s usually how the scenario rolls on |
| Baby girl said she wanna keep her clothes on |
| She either fuckin' gettin' stole on or gotta stroll home |
| Well number one, keep your hand on your gun |
| And don’t (don't) trust (trust) anyone (anyone, one, one…) |
| Ohh… you can’t trust nobody baby… you can’t even trust your own Mama!!! |
| This is Snoopy Collins… trust no one… especially a bitch… |
| Or even a bitch-ass nigga… Yo Ha!!! |
| T-R-U-S-T in me, I’m sexy but I’m pussy |
| The homies in the hood call me Lil' Bo Peep |
| And you da type a nigga I been dyin' ta meet |
| So Snoopy, what’chu tryin' to do? |
| Now hold on lil' mama, ain’t no reason for me to lie to you |
| Now what I’m tryin' to do, and what I’m gon' do |
| Is hit this bud, I got a wife at home |
| Bitch I ain’t lookin' for none, you might got kids for cuz, or down wit' bud |
| Pushin' them dubs, look here cuz |
| Lemme tell you how it’s gon' be |
| If I was broke loc, these bitches wouldn’t want me |
| I’m tellin' you the good-god truth, you want proof? |
| Ask them hoes over there, «Y'all wanna fuck Snoop?» |
| (yeah!) |
| We’ll take the money and the game away |
| I bet they won’t say the same that day |
| But it’s okay, cuz I don’t trip |
| Cuz «Bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks» |
| I thought I told you, bitch I’m a soulja |
| East side, long beach, gang-bang roller |
| From the solar, cuz this, is it |
| Can ya dig it? |
| (I can dig it!!!) |
| Jelly Roll pulled a rabbit out his hat |
| I pull a strap out my mothafuckin' back (Aaah!), cuz I know it’s like dat |
| I’m in a meetin' wit' these white folks talkin' bread |
| They want a contract on a nigga till' I’m dead |
| If I don’t sign they gon' turn me over to the feds |
| They struck me out, now I’m pinch-hittin' for the Reds |
| But I’m a Dodger blue, so I gotta keep it true |
| I gotta home-run, nigga we long gone |
| I’m realizin', justizin', visualizin' |
| Rip-ridin', put mines in |
| Takin' this game to the next level |
| Trustin' no one, especially them Red Devils |
| Keep ya head level, hand on my get-up |
| Stay on the red-up, pimpin' ain’t easy, but there’s a whole lot of fed-up |
| And like I told you from the get-go, don’t trust no one (no one, no one) |
| And like I told you from the getti, don’t trust no one… |
| (Alien) |
| OH NO!!! |
| YOU DID IT AGAIN!!! |
| PUT ME DOWN!!! |
| I HATE WATER, I CAN’T SWIM!!! |
| I NEVER LEARNED TO SWIM!!! |
| I SHOULDN’T HAVE TRUSTED YOU!!! |
| I PUT ALL OF MY TRUST IN YOU!!! |
| AND YOU TOOK ME TO THE WATER… OH NO!!! |