Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let It Out, artist - Snoop Dogg.
Date of issue: 09.03.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Let It Out |
Well it’s the super duper Snoopa once again I’m on the fly\nSwoopin through I’m in my coupe and all the b*tches want a ride\nIf it’s trippin like I’m clippin I’m still grippin on my nine\nWe be Crip’n while I’m dippin with my C’s up in the sky\nAnd the East is still my side, I’m a reaper when I ride\nF*ck a feature, I don’t need a motherf*cker, I’m the guy\nI delete 'em, stampede 'em, straight eat 'em like some fries\nGet a ketchup, get 'em messed up, turn the heat up let 'em fry\nAin’t no different when I’m rippin, pimpin’s still up in his prime\nTV shows, movie hoes, pimpin’s still up on his grind\nMan these hoes don’t know, I’m workin with a nine\nI ain’t talkin 'bout a gun, I’m talkin feel it in your spine\nwhen I hit it from behind, if I go up in your mouth\nI might hit you in the mind, you know what I’m talkin 'bout\nIt’ll thrill ya, I’m the stealer that’ll kill ya with the rhythm of a trigger\nMotherf*cker better duck before I hit her, bang!\nDogg-y Dogg, is all, you need\nSo love, the Dogg, like we, love weed\n(Breathe in) Breathe in (breathe out) let it out\n(Breathe in) Breathe in (breathe out) let it out\n(Breathe in) Breathe in (breathe out) let it out\n(Breathe in) Breathe in (breathe out) let it out\nYou niggaz mad cause I done came and crept up back up on the scene\nThis is bye, retire, I’m still spittin gasoline\nI’m a gangsta motherf*cker what the f*ck you think that means?\nLittle nig*a I’m the king, I ain’t givin up a thing\nIf you want it come and take it nig*a, I’ll be sittin waitin\nMake a patient nig*a got the other ear and I’ll bake a nig*a\nF*ck it put the gun down, and straight bank a ni*ga\nTake it ni*ga, take it ni*ga f*ck, you ain’t this ni*ga\nSlow down my turbo flow\nInhale my doe-doe smoke\nOkay I let the fo'-fo' blow\nAnd the po-po know, that’s why they on my d*ck\nAnd they at my crib, tryin to find my sh*t\nTryin to search my house, what the f*ck that’s 'bout?\nI ain’t givin up sh*t, you can search that b*tch\nI ain’t got nuttin Jack; get the f*ck on back\nDogg-y Dogg, is all, you need\nSo love, the Dogg, like we, love weed\n(Breathe in) Breathe in (breathe out) let it out\n(Breathe in) Breathe in (breathe out) let it out\n(Breathe in) Breathe in (breathe out) let it out\n(Breathe in) Breathe in (breathe out) let it out\nDogg-y Dogg, is all, you need\nSo love, the Dogg, like we, love weed\n(Breathe in) Breathe in (breathe out) let it out\n(Breathe in) Breathe in (breathe out) let it out\n(Breathe in) Breathe in (breathe out) let it out\n(Breathe in) Breathe in (breathe out) let it out |