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