Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Y'All Gone Miss Me (Feat. KoKane) , by - Snoop Dogg. Release date: 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 |