Desert Storm tank done damn I could see it, let's be it My whole click blows sticks and fears abolition, cancel your position Don't ever a your life for livin', challenge my
worthless kid Niggaz don't deserve to live, go and get a motherfucker If he murder kids, bottle up carbohydrates and preservatives He got hit up that same night Ever since my dough, my flow, and my
the n-gga flop my sh-t hit like the p-tch was soft n-ggas cotton balled she dropped drawers cause she poppin off her p-ssy cross guard but I don't stop
while they're clippin' out Criminal I'm hittin' out, in L.A. no gettin' out 2 1 3, pack your P, fly wicked style Listen now, I'm sinnin' out A 6-pack
beast for the Aries Gilla, get cream like, Ben & Jerry's Too fly to mail me, C.O.D. Opened up my mind and let my ego free Now the world know my government
Glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour, it's the glamour life Glamour life, glamour life, glamour
dot com whores My whole life is like girls gone wild 'Cuz this player keeps girls on file Just tell me what you liken Sit down at the keyboard and type in P, I, M, P
on a player I spray a to break to your knees You best to say a prayer Cause funk been a part of my life ever since the starting gate Remember me and my
, Boo, Howard, an' Jock, a full clip One in the chamber an' it blockin' T.B. Still tryin' to be my pimp I could lose my life or give my money to him I
map It's so hard, got you telling lies Can't hold me back so you say I died It's incredible, I came back to life I never let 'em bury me without my
is one slash two My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen? You'll catch a hell of a back draft 'Cause my fire retirin', aight then It's my
drivin tryin to stack my loot While other rappers gettin "Treated Like a Prostitute" So check the SoundScan Chorus One: Snoop Dogg All I wanna be was a G, ha My whole life
, for the keys, to my crib fool Everything was cool when you saw a nigga hype the street Everything was true, when I said you hoes didn't fuck wid me Now I'm makin' money and my
[Hook] Denial, finally my turn So if you play wit fire you know you gone get burned My life is in denial, finally my turn So if you play wit fire, you
my pop's boss daughters Tryin to make my name, global, in all four corners Philly baller, gamin in all four quarters Never worked, never will. All my hoes buy my
this was around spring eighty one I was in the life and had a good three year run Anyway, one Friday on the side of the road in L.A. My man Wes says
My niggaz passed away in an unreal way They mommas' depleted I'm just tryna make sure that their kids straight I'm on the Chitalin tour with my mic in my
digits, we can bet the farm who farm bigger Once I go in my zone, I could leave my jewelry at home I glow on my own, you can go in my phone You gon' see
