Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roaches In My Ashtray, artist - Snoop Dogg. Date of issue: 19.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Roaches In My Ashtray |
| Nigga slid up in my car in my passenger seat |
| Talking my ears off, adjusting my beat |
| Stashed my heat up under my seat |
| Stepped out my ride holla’d at a few freaks |
| Take a couple flicks, mac a bitch |
| Baby what’s your name? |
| Passionate |
| Fashion Nova, fashion fit |
| Dogg where the weed at? |
| Ain’t that a bitch |
| I’m gibbing right now, it’s Thanksgiving right now |
| Showing baby how I’m living right now |
| Clear the crowd, back to my car no squares in my circle |
| Bodyguard hard, could’ve swore I left a blunt in my ashtray |
| Little homie slid up on me, pulled a fast play, but this the last play |
| Don’t be fucking with my roaches in my ashtray |
| Hate to see ya coming, love it when you walk away |
| Everytime I twist one up, you always need to come right on by (Come right on by, |
| yeah) |
| You ain’t never got no money with you, always wanna get a free high (Get a free |
| high, yeah) |
| So don’t be fuckin' (Don't be fuckin', who takin' roaches out my ashtray? |
| ) with the roaches in my ashtray |
| Don’t be touching (Don't be touching, you takin' roaches out my ashtray? |
| ), not my roaches in my ashtray |
| I be loving (I be loving, who takin' roaches out my ashtray?) all my roaches in |
| my ashtray |
| So don’t be fuckin' (Don't be fuckin', you takin' roaches out my ashtray? |
| ) with the roaches in my ashtray |
| Seat on recliner, suede headliner |
| Just pulled in Mel’s Diner, line of |
| Chevy’s, Lacs, name it, it’s there |
| Fresh wet paint, leather interior |
| Players are everywhere |
| Nothing but love and good bud in the air (Yeah) |
| Guap took his camera out |
| Taking pictures of the homies in their cars |
| While they hittin' switches, some knocking bitches |
| Me, I’m on a mission |
| Fuel-injected, front end suspension |
| Wishing the whole world roll like we ride |
| There’s always one homie trying to get that free high |
| Shit never fails, yeah, this shit for sale |
| Skip the bail, put the shit on scale |
| This the last day, for your last play |
| Quit fucking with the roaches in my ashtray |
| Everytime I twist one up, you always need to come right on by (Come right on by, |
| yeah) |
| You ain’t never got no money with you, always wanna get a free high (Get a free |
| high, yeah) |
| So don’t be fuckin' (Don't be fuckin', who takin' roaches out my ashtray? |
| ) with the roaches in my ashtray |
| Don’t be touching (Don't be touching, you takin' roaches out my ashtray? |
| ), not my roaches in my ashtray |
| I be loving (I be loving, who takin' roaches out my ashtray?) all my roaches in |
| my ashtray |
| So don’t be fuckin' (Don't be fuckin', you takin' roaches out my ashtray? |
| ) with the roaches in my ashtray |
| Say man, you niggas think yall crafty, huh? |
| Sitting in my car, adjusting my music |
| Telling me how sweet my car is |
| And all of a sudden my roaches is missing |
| Say man, don’t be fuckin' with the roaches in my ashtray |
| You hear me? |