Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Y'All Gone Miss Me (Feat. KoKane), artist - Snoop Dogg.
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Y'All Gone Miss Me (Feat. KoKane) |
Yeah y’all gone miss me Never miss what you had 'til it’s gone |
Yeah, y’all gone miss me Yeah, y’all gone miss me Hmm, who that nigga that brought you that gangsta shit |
befo’you motherfuckers was even ready for it? |
Showed you how to tie a flag on your head |
and represent your motherfuckin set 'til you’re dead |
Bust on the cops while I cuss the Feds |
Roll a joint, in the bathtub gettin head |
Put the G in the P, flipped the G to a ki Put the West coast back on the map bay-bee |
Check my styles, check my files |
I’ve been gangbangin since I was a juvenile |
They cut me loose in nine-deuce I swore to tell the whole truth |
Keep it gangbang 100 proof |
E’rybody say, Ay Snoop — did Death Row pay me? |
Look here young loc, shit it’s all to the gravy |
I really can’t trip off the past, on the real I had a blast |
Tupac, rest in peace and God bless all my enemies |
Rain-drops, falling on my head |
Fuckin with them haters, messin with my bread |
Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head |
Fuckin with them haters, sleepin in my bed |
Ain’t No Limit to this shit, ain’t no gimmick |
Master P good lookin out homeboy, salute my Lieutenant (at ease) |
I’m in it knee deep and can’t creep no more |
I had to move down South on the low-low, fo’sho’doe |
Dippin through the woods with Fiend, Magic, Pokey |
Mystikal, V-90, C, Boz and P (ya heard me?) |
Windows on tint, ridin like the President |
It’s evident, shit I’m doin good (yeah) |
I moved out the hood like I should (say what?) |
And then they had the nerve to call me Hollywood (nigga what?) |
But I don’t give a fuck, if I’m misunderstood |
20 Crip don’t slip, yeah it’s all to the good |
Yeah the homies got twist too, whatchu say? |
Oh the homies might get me? |
They’ll get you |
Listen here, don’t try it, and don’t deny it And don’t pay 'em no mind Dogg, man I’m tryin |
Just when you thought I was gone, I’m back on Knick-knack-paddy-wack give the Dogg a home |
with a gang of pitbulls, rottweilers and doberman pinschers |
Bonafied killers |
The illest, cap peelers, that you ever wanna meet |
Straight up out the ghetto where they pack the heavy metal |
I got my hand on the wheel, my foot on the gas pedal |
I’m drivin DoggHouse to the next level (woof) |
and buckin two shots at the devil |
Run up on his ass, and blast, like a rebel |
Turn up the treble cause I hit you with the bass |
Remember my name and remember my face |
Remember these words, and remember the taste |
And remember, we all gotta leave this place |
I’m tryin to stay focused, I’m the loc’est in the game |
The Rap Prime Minister, Mr. G Thang |
Rain-drops, fallin on my head |
Fuckin with the wrong folks, messin with my spread |
Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head |
Messin with my ba-by, who’s sleepin in my bed |