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Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Stimme und Gesang
Dat Nigga Daz
Dat Nigga Daz
Stimme und Gesang
Santana
Santana
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter:in
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter:in
D. Arnaud
D. Arnaud
Songwriter:in
Rojai Trawick
Rojai Trawick
Songwriter:in
Warren Griffin III
Warren Griffin III
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jeffery “Champ” Massey
Mischtechniker:in, 3D-Audio
Julio “Protoolio” Uloa
Mischtechniker:in, 3D-Audio
Chris "The Glove" Taylor
Chris "The Glove" Taylor
Mischtechniker:in
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Produzent:in
Ulrich Wild
Ulrich Wild
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Ayy, ayy, JC (hey, now you know) What's up Enron (inhale, exhale with my flow) Ain't that Snoop Dogg over there? What, that nigga with that blue coat on? (Breakaway) Yeah (come again, like this) Hell yeah, that's the nigga (the LB to the C, two times, don't miss) Nigga, roll up on the side of him, man ('cause if you do) Roll your window down (you break you get broke) Man, hand me my motherfucking Glock man Give me another clip (me and Mr. G and the Indo smoke) 'Cause I'm finna smoke this fool Yeah, roll the window down Yeah, okay there he go Ayy man, you Snoop Dogg? Snoop, Snoop Doggy Dogg? (huh?) Man, you Snoop Dogg fool Man, fuck that nigga Nigga, man (get 'em) Get that nigga, man Man, get up fool, man (get up), get up man, he trying to run, man Dump on that fool man, I don't give a fuck (what? Get that sucker now) Fuck you, nigga, uh Yeah nigga, what's up? Nigga Yeah, mothafucker Yeah nigga, one less nigga (yeah, yeah) Yeah nigga, you's a dead motherfucker now (fuck that nigga, man) As I look up at the sky My mind starts tripping, a tear drops my eye My body temperature falls I'm shaking and they breaking tryna save the Dogg Pumping on my chest and I'm screaming I stop breathing, damn I see demons Dear God, I wonder can you save me I can't die, my boo boo's 'bout to have my baby I think it's too late for praying, hold up A voice spoke to me and it slowly started saying Bring your lifestyle to me, I'll make it better How long will I live? (Eternal life and forever) Oh, will I be the G that I was? I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of So relax your soul, let me take control Close your eyes my son My eyes are closed Murder, murder was the case that they gave me Murder, murder was the case that they gave me I'm fresh up out my coma I got my mama and my daddy and my homies in my corner It's gonna take a miracle they say For me to walk again and talk again but anyway I get fronted some P's to get back on my feet And everything that nigga said came to reality Living like a baller loc Having money and blowing hella chronic smoke I bought my mama a Benz, and bought my boo boo a Jag' And now I'm rolling in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad Just remember who changed your mind 'Cause when you start set-tripping, that ass is mine Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed Never have a want, never have a need They say I'm greedy but I still want mo' 'Cause my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe, check it out Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord, my soul to keep If I should die, before I wake I pray the Lord, my soul to take No more indo, gin and juice I'm on my way to Chino, rolling on the Grey Goose Shackled from head to toe Twenty-five with a izz-el, with nowhere to gizzo, I know Them niggas from the other side recognize my face 'Cause it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C Mad dogging niggas 'cause I don't care Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair Niggas stare as I enter the center They send me to a level, three yard, that's where I stay Late night I hear toothbrushes scraping on the floor Niggas getting they shanks, just in case the war, pops off 'Cause you can't tell what's next My little homie Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck And he probably won't make it to see twenty-two I'll put that on my mama, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo Murder, murder was the case that they gave me Murder, murder was the case that they gave me Murder, murder was the case that they gave me Murder, murder was the case that they gave me
Writer(s): Andre Romell Young, Delmar Drew Arnaud Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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