| Yeah! |
| Lalala lala lala la la la la
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| Lalala lala lala la la la la
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| What up Snoop?
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| KRS in the building
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| Listen! |
| Listen!
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| {Verse 1: KRS-One]
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| Too much brrr brrr brr
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| Too many people getting brrred
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| All you hear is brrr brrr brr in the streets
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| People gripping they heat just to settle they beefs
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| Now you getting chased by police
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| You running to the west, running to the east
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| But the problem is you under the beast
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| Brr brr brr — now your brother’s deceased
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| We need peace, not brrr in the streets
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| The brrr in Iraq lasts for weeks
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| Wack rappers, I’m crushing these creeps
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| Every time I spit they get weak
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| Knowledge reigns suprrreme
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| I take you back to the days when the telephone used to rrring
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| I’m reading the sacred script, KRS, Battlecat, Snoop in it, uh!
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| Let us begin — what, where, why or when?
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| Most of my homeboys are dead or in the pen
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| While I’m at the top, upfront getting it in
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| Open doors, fuck that cuh, we kick them in
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| Blastmaster (One!), blast faster
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| No more slave mentality, cause now we the masters
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| Ready for whatever cause you know that they after us
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| Clear the scene with the beam, cuh, this shit could get disastrous
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| By any means necessary, peeking out the window
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| Watching all this sucker shit, look at the pretenders
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| Thinking how the rap game was
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| I dig, I dug, I push, I shove, yeah I fell out of love
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| But it ain’t no thing, telephone ring
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| They don’t make 'em like they make 'em when I used to bang
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| So I try to show the little homies different things
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| How to diversify, and change different lanes
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| Learn to read a little, exercise your brain
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| Mental gymnastics, it’s a cold game
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| Always knew that they would try and trip me, trick me but they couldn’t
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| Cause all my teachers and doctors were curious to the furnace
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| The honorable speaks
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| Like Minister Louis Farrakhan my influence is deep
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| Cause it’s truth
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| What’s that? |
| You don’t like that?
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| Well we fight back. |
| And we’ll be right back
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| Let us begin — what, where, why or when?
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| Most of my homeboys are dead or in the pen
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| While I’m at the top, upfront getting it in
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| Open doors, fuck that cuh, we kick them in
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| Blastmaster (One!), blast faster
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| No more slave mentality, cause now we the masters
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| Ready for whatever cause you know that they after us
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| Clear the scene with the beam, cuh, this shit could get disastrous |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let Us Begin, artist - Snoop Dogg. Album song Neva Left, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп