Ahh-haaaGet your motherfuckin’ glass, cus it’s a blast from the pastYou didn’t think would touch it two times niggaGin and Juice up in this bitch, yahhhSome of that Beats By the Pound flavor, you feel me (you heard me)Get your ice, get your cups, Cus we about to get fucked up in hereYah (yah), Straight
Snoop:GAME that’s my thangand it ain’t no rules when you in this game[3X’s] Gunblast *gunshots* echo fast and all I seen was loose cashI hit the flo’ & when they go I make sure I grab all the doughThe Scene: Long Beach yeah ’86 Where: The liquor store nigga on some devilish shitI went in
[C-Murder]For all them young niggas that didn’t quite make it to another year To all my thugs in the graveThis one is for my homies and my thug niggasA bunch of used to be paranoid drug dealersA bout ‘it motherfucker standing on the blockAin’t no limit to his heart, cause his veins is non-stopAnd constantly
(Scratching by Daz Dillinger) Dogg PoundDon Colion, whatever, whatever, Dogg Pound, East SideDon Colion, whatever, whatever, Dogg Pound, East SideDon Colion, whatever, whatever, Dogg Pound, East Side For all my homies with the eight tray wigs (ride on)And all the playas in the ’79 Coupes (ride on)For all of my gang affiliates in tha hoppin’
Niggas (Niggas), Bitches (Bitches)Uhmm, this is some player shit right hereHoller at my home girl on this one, MiaMoma Mia, Have you seen her (seen her)Yah, real G’s shit. Tell meMoma Mia, niggas wanna G her (Snoop Dogg)Bitches wanna be herMotherfuckers can’t see herGive it up for Moma Mia [Mia X]What chew you want to
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