| Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide
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| Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide
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| I’m a lover, and a fighter, gangsta and a rider
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| Eastsider, a rip rider—but y’all knew that from the giddy
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| Way cold, bold, stroll with control
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| And shuttin' down shops around the muthafuckin' globe
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| Puttin' dicks in yukmouths (biatch), watch these bitches fold
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| Don’t speak on mine, cuz, unless you tryna get T-rolled
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| Kee-kee-kee-keep it on, freak-freak-freak ya dome
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| Stop, nah’mean, ya don’t quit, bitch
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| So many fuckin' lawsuits and court cases
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| Snitches and probation, look at what I’m facing
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| Either you want me to give you some type of explanation
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| Or sympathize—fuck that, cuz, I’m from the side
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| Where we ride and the weak fall off and the snitches get clipped
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| And from me to you, loco, that’s just some real shit
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| I’ma sit back and get my hair braided
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| Roll this dope and get faded, blaze it and blaze it—it's so amazing
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| Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide
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| Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide
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| Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide
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| Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide
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| Six in the morning, niggas up at my door
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| Reached under the pillow for the .44
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| See, you know it’s a murder show
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| It ain’t that hard to just pull it, passing bullets and making tires smoke
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| Heard me, Snoop Dogg? |
| Yesterday you had me tore up
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| Smoke a half-zip a day, about four pounds a week
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| Went back to drinking O.E., just to see what I could see
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| Under the snakeskin, a bunch of fake grins, shakin' ‘em
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| It’s just me and O.E., I shoot a slug off of weak and making sure my shit heat
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| Save your death certificate receipt ‘cause life don’t come cheap
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| About five thousand G’s to put you six feet deep
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| But compliments of me, it’s free
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| Murder dead red ‘em to the tie ‘cause I fed him
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| Human meat in my Cutlass wrapped up in wax paper
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| I don’t be fuckin' with niggas, I do my own capers
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| Roll vegas, chocolate Phillies, and them brown paper zags
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| 55 percent of my cash be on the green minty bags
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| Drag niggas like Newports down the street to the spot
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| And rape ‘em with the AK barrel, shoot like a sparrow after it pop
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| Bounce with one more ounce to smoke, that’s how it goes
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| From Sacramento to the S-O-C-A-L-A with Snoop D-O-double the G-Y
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| Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide
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| Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide
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| Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide
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| Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide
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| Vida loca, let me smoke’a
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| I’m in the game, fuck the fame, making niggas know my name
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| You could call me G, or you could call me Dub
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| But nigga make sure, you show me plenty love
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| I’m riding Eastsiders, 6-deuce and four Impalas
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| Staying lowkey while my killers pop collars
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| Potna, playa, you 5 on it hater
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| Nigga, this LBC, fool, y’all scrubs can’t fade us
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| Back to the game, don’t fuck me
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| Big Snoop Dogg and X-to-the-Z
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| Most of y’all could never get this deep
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| Get involved or get slapped with the heat
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| Back the fuck up, it’s my turn now
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| Put trust in you and just got let down
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| Tinted sounds, stick around for the work
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| Shake the spot, you run from gunshot
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| Hennessy rap, I love to smoke pot
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| Used to buck niggas with Glock, slang rock
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| Before I punch a 9-to-5 clock, me and mine go right out to your spot
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| Kick the door down for old time’s sake
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| Release the hate from this snub .38
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| Kick it with niggas that push rhymes like weight
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| Golden State, give a fuck if you relate, bitch
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| Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide
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| Keep some killers by my side, do this shit worldwide |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song By My Side , by - Snoop Dogg. Song from the album The Suicide Tour (10 Years Later), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп