| Watch your mouth never speak on what you not know
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| I’m from the west coast I turn his face into a pothole
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| 15 deep ni*gas creepin' in the Tahoe
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| Let’s see you act macho when I pull the burner on ya
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| Sideways like a taco
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| Rap niggas we all talk like a Raldo
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| Trunk full of cargo
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| Dry like Barstow
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| Arsenal run up on 'em
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| Get up on 'em
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| Drill 'em with the clips
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| Ni*gas gon' respect mine
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| I run this whole sh*t
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| Crip rag in my pocket
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| Three eighty on my hip
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| But back to this hip hop
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| Who next on the list
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| Gangstas don’t kiss we get old and die rich
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| I smoke till I’m sleep
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| Crush these ni*gas with my fist
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| Your daddy was a coward you’s a son of a b*tch
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| So back to the glock with the infra-blue clip
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| We hit licks and gang bang
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| You on some T-Pain sh*t
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| Chop the pop and 20 crip
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| Watch the flames hit his whip
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| Then I’m back to the block shit
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| Rock sh*t, hot sh*t
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| Hit 'em in the chest
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| Doggy run up in his pockets
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| Misrepresenting sock him in his eye socket
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| I sat back and let you little ni*gas make your profits
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| Nonsense, I’m watching, hoes out of pocket
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| You heard what they say
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| Don’t block it till you knock it
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| You stole my whole style
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| I’m 'bout to take you fools hostage
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| Brrrah, bhrrrrah
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| From the looks to the hooks
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| I’m looking at these new ni*gas flippin' through my book
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| There’s only one king
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| Is you a pawn or a rook?
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| I got hand machine guns and soldiers on foot
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| So beef with me it’s none
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| Nig*a done south huh
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| I throw a bullet at ya who gon catch it nig*a duck
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| Then send them goons at ya
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| Turn your weapons into dust
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| You against me it’s like trying to fight a bus
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| I’m at the BET Awards sitting in disgust
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| It’s still a (G Thang) but yet they wanna be us
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| They wanna be Daz
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| They wanna be Kurupt
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| Cash on delivery money up front
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| Yeah
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| Bubble kush out a purple blunt
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| Who’s the best nig*a circle one
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| Snoop Dogg
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| I’m large in the streets
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| My arms and my feets knee deep in the game
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| I’m the best on the beat
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| Let you little ni*gas speak
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| And run for a treat
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| Motherf*ckin' geeks
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| All y’all nig*as owe me until you rest in peace
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| And that’s our D.P.G. |
| motherf*cka
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| That’s real sh*t man
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| How the f*ck y’all gon' keep having these award shows out here on the west coast
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| But ain’t no mutherf*ckas from the west coast winning no awards, ni*ga?
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| It’s like that, it’s just like that
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| We showed you nig*as how to do this sh*t
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| B*tch a*s nig*a
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| Want some, get some
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| Bad enough, take some |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Protocol , by - Snoop Dogg. Song from the album More Malice, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп