| Snoopy
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| Is what they say as if they knew me
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| Groupies, on my head like a cufi
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| My nigga Kid Cudi, that’s my little buddy
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| Call some hoes up, and get some cutty cutty
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| What’s your life like? |
| Mine’s is kinda tight
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| A long way from hustlin', that china white
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| My people love me, the fans love me, I’m all go
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| If you ain’t showin' love, then what you call for?
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| I don’t need it in my life, my kids pay the price
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| So alike and in need of my wife
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| Smoke 'til I’m gone, Dogg on the throne
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| I’m world-wide known, I’m a boss in the zone
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| I get it how I get it 'cause I can, I earn my spot
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| You see the plan, I’m just fuckin' with my fans
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| I turned out to be the better man, important to life
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| You understand while I’m puffin' on this gram
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| Everything I’m havin', no there ain’t necessity
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| Though I’m shining, keep on grindin'
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| What you see ain’t all of me
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| Though I keep them ho’s, don’t love them ho’s
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| The code in which y’all roll
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| It’s so simple what I need
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| You know I keep my fam and I can’t forget that tree
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| Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
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| I can’t forget that tree
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| Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
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| I can’t forget that tree
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| Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
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| I can’t forget that tree
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| Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
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| Nah nah, nah nah nah
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| (Nah nah nah, nah nah nah)
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| I got my fam dawg, look at my niggas
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| Got a little money y’all, and I ain’t trippin'
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| Most days I’m faded, feeling ex-rated
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| Steady wantin' freaky hoes, then I want a lady
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| Holdin' the fam down, and my close homie
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| The peoples who were there, when some sucka left me lonely
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| Phony, when you see a nigga don’t approach me
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| Made it to the top baby, that’s on me
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| Koch tryna claim that they made me
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| However you feel, another real fugazzi
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| I keep it one hundred, never frontin', don’t need be
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| I’m in another zone, no place you could see, my nigga
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| Conyo to haters that don’t know
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| Low pro, how a nigga like from costo
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| The one fans love, who was always approachable, yo
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| And I rep the double O, smokin', eatin' Cheerios
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| Everything I’m havin', no there ain’t necessity
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| Though I’m shining, keep on grindin'
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| What you see ain’t all of me
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| Though I keep them ho’s, don’t love them ho’s
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| The code in which y’all roll
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| It’s so simple what I need
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| You know I keep my fam and I can’t forget that tree
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| Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
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| I can’t forget that tree
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| Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
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| I can’t forget that tree
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| Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
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| I can’t forget that tree
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| Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
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| Nah nah, nah nah nah
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| (Nah nah nah, nah nah nah)
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| Can’t forget it, they made me who I am, a king
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| And I’m still on the scene, you gotta love it
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| All out in public, the people want to touch it
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| I need a blunt with the stuffin'
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| Nigga, it’s nothin' for me to chill out, post up at the house
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| With Madden on the screen, and smash on the homies
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| Hollywood nice now, everybody on me
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| And on the blogs talk shit like they know me, hm
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| Aww fool, take you niggas to school
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| «How to get rich and stay cool»
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| Snoopy D O Dub, show you homie, even with the critics
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| And the Feds all on me, I was tappin' all the chonies
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| Dogg, but my folks call me Snoopy
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| Boss dogg, nigga sue me
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| Pony tail swangin' as I lay in the jacuzzi
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| Love of my life, while I’m puffin' on the
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| oww wee
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| , kush
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| Everything I’m havin', no there ain’t necessity
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| Though I’m shining, keep on grindin'
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| What you see ain’t all of me
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| Though I keep them ho’s, don’t love them ho’s
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| The code in which y’all roll
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| It’s so simple what I need
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| You know I keep my fam and I can’t forget that tree
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| Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
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| I can’t forget that tree
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| Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
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| I can’t forget that tree
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| Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
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| I can’t forget that tree
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| Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
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| Nah nah, nah nah nah
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| Snoop Dogg in the house tonight blowing that Laker purp that I know you like,
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| right?
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| Kid Cudi, my nephew, blaze that shit right now would you, would you, right?
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| Snoop Dogg in the house tonight blazing that Laker purp that I know you like,
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| right?
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| Kid Cudi, my nephew, blaze that shit right now my nigga, right? |