Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 20 Dollars To My Name, artist - Snoop Dogg. Album song Da Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
20 Dollars To My Name |
Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars shit |
Check this out |
Nigga 20 dollars to my name |
Deep in this dice game |
I dust off my knees |
I fucked off two g’s |
Nothing left to do, but buy some shells for my glock |
Why? |
so I can rob every known dope spot |
I’m having hard times, grit, and grind |
Shit I’m tyring to get mine |
Ain’t nothing to lose plus I’m living on the frontline |
It’s a cold twist the way that shit goes |
Gotta keep your hands on some motherfuckin' fetty yo |
And keep a down bitch for when your money run out |
And get you gun out |
And shoot’em up till they come out |
I’m blowing in the wind |
It feels good my friend |
Silkk brought the Gin &Juice and my nigga chipped in |
I’m amongst killers with a dub in my pocket loc |
A drug dealer at the same time i love to smoke |
But if I wasn’t in this rap game |
Would a nigga Snoop Dogg have 20 dollars to his name |
Now 20 dollars to my name in this game of drugs |
And the only thing we now is gan bangers and thugs |
If my yale don’t sell how shall we proceed |
Because we can’t slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed repeat |
I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with what? |
With this automatic rocket |
Gotta have it to pop it, unlock it, and take me up a hostage |
Let’em now this itch of my finger is worser than jock itch |
Extended glock clips allow me to cop chips |
Erasing cops tips and sisters that pop lip, stop this |
Cold blooded killing for ??? |
this |
Soda couldn’t rock this |
chop a shelf when i drop this |
My ??? |
can’t chop this |
The hunger that I hold |
Setting here wondering should I take it from his soul |
See this here with a hole |
Allowed that silencer to blow |
And took motherfuckin' lives for less than twenty before |
Now with this last 20 dollars I might buy me some douja |
Because that weed from Magnolia still have a nigga sober |
I seen my nigga nigga from way way back |
Me and him used to jack and rock a rental cadillac |
He sees my nick, he sees my grill, he says I’m flossin |
He sees my wrist, he says damn nigga you flossin |
And I’m bossin, and tossin’em up at the same time |
So if you thinking about with me it’ll be your death in ??? |
And why put your life in danger over 20 dollars, that’s all I got |
And my weed habit is so close to smoking powder it ain’t worth being |
shot |
Now look, I’m fresh up out of jail it feels goo to be on the outside |
I had 120 dollars, but i spent a 100 on my ride |
Now the only thing I got left is 20 dollars to my name |
Nigga want front me some motherfuckin' caine |
I told him weed charge it 2 the game |
Nigga now now I gotta be on some murder one shit |
Some slum shit |
Some out the projects dumb shit |
some weed and blunt shit |
Some I don’t give a fuck shit, where it from shit |
Some penitentiary solitary confinement never see no motherfuckin' sun |
shit |
Now I got 20 dollars to my motherfuckin' name, and I gotta get more |
So I tell nigga hit the floor I’m about to pull a motherfuckin' kick |
door |
Now whether it’s rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun totting |
Y’all call me down??? |
do get scared I ain’t flipped till my guns smoking |
It be a hustle just to eat |
And it be hard on these streets |
Gotta get my hustle on |
Got 20 dollars y’all now that shit don’t last long picture this |