Snoop Dogg - From the D 2 the LBC Lyrics (2024)

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Yeah, it's been a minuteThis probably should've happened a while agoF*ck it, we're here now though, let's goYeah, (man, what the f*ck?) YoYo, Snoop (oh, man)Yo, let me see, let me see them buds (I can't even see my paper, man)Man, that sh*t the size of my hand, dog(That sh*t's gon' make me relapse) the f*ck?That's how I know that I'm in the studio with the Doggy (where?)In Californi' 'cause my homie from Long BeachAlways got that bomb weed, (that's why) I feel a calm breeze (yeah)Every time I palm trees (get it), just like that blonde bleachI went platinum then so did my albums (yeah), Calvin's turnin' me into a zombie'Cause these buds are like the Hulk, they're twice the size that his arm be (grr)And that is some strong green (strong green)Gotta contact, my contact lenses are foggyI might end up in Walgreens (yeah) pharmacyWith my arm asleep, gone off lean mixed with DramamineI will treat Paula Deen like a f*ckin' human pinball machine (ping, ping, ping)Bouncing balls off her tonsilsIf y'all are seekin' the smoke, I got all the weedI am a walking motherf*ckin' marijuana leafAnd I'm here to stayMy reign's so definite, my longevity needs a hearing aid (what?)Still wearing Hanes T-shirts, I done bodied some features with legendary names (yeah)Was there when Dre turned The Chronic to monetary gain (woo)'Cause dope is addictive, just like they call it marijuana'Cause like marriage, you wanna marry JaneIt's like you and Spider-Man feel the very same (yeah)My adversaries came, but these little degenerates are my lineageAnd when it come to pockets, weren't manyIf any as, skinny as mine, bitch, I was pennilessNow I'm plenty rich, and this sh*t don't make any sense (yeah)I was in the motherf*ckin' pinch like a titty twistNow I'm sitting as pretty as each penny isWhile I'm penning this in the lab on you guinea pigsI ain't finna fool 'em, and in fact, give me the semiAnd when I pull the big guns out that triggerPull it until the motherf*ckin' sh*t runs out of bulletsSomebody better call a ambulance (woo)You live, it'll be miraculousI got more hits than a contract killerLike the caterpillars that don't got antennas (what?)Other words, I don't got no goddamn fillers (woo)Mount Westmore, you did not plan for this (nah)From Detroit all the way to Los Angeles (haha, yeah)Put your doobies high if you reside in 213Let's see them blunts raised (brr)Whether you Eastside or Westside of the 313Let's see them guns blaze (brr, brr, brr)Make money moves like The MatrixMake more mount motivationRoll up, more meditationI'm watchin' the moves you make, you might wanna stick to the basicsMilitary mindstate, locked in, co*cked in, make sure the mission is profitableAin't no mission impossib-bleOne phone call and my monsters'll goDump phones, hop in a Mazda and goF*ck that, y'all stay, nigg*, I'm finna goYou think you slick, boy, this crip (crip)You ain't ready to take it where I'm finna goMafia rules, you makin' a mockery (What?)Me a monopoly, speak on my flowMy nigg*, I'm moppin' 'em, slept on my floor, now nigg*s is copyin'nigg*s be opping through all of this opulenceGave me a task, I conquer itThis ain't the time for ponderin'You nigg*s is slanderin'This real sh*t, nigg*s be honorin' (on God)You lookin' for followers, and not watchin' my nigg*s that's followin'nigg*, f*ck them likes, I'm yelling like, "What? My nigg*s young problem"Eastside, East up, nigg*, Eminem, woke the beast upLet y'all ride, now a nigg* want it back like the lease upThink it's a game? You gon' see some'Ain't no peace you'll be missin' a piece ofnigg* popped off, now a sheet's on himMom all mad, kids all sad, damn, my badSend a few coins to the coronerPlease make it sweet for 'emnigg*, I don't hop on tracks, I leap on 'emIn the field with the cleats on 'emSteve Job of the cannabis mobIn due time nigg*s know it be mineSuge knew I'd go platinum the minute I signedIf you're lookin' for the facts, I'm the nigg* to findYoung nigg* sold crack in the middle of PineIn the face of this crippin'Long Beach, these seas is differentFour man with the put onStill gettin' bread with the nigg*s I put on, yeah, yeahI put my hood on, sh*t got cold, I put my hood on, yeah, yeahMarshall and Calvin, both from the gutters like public housin'Now we're performin' for hundreds of thousandsWearin' no makeup, but we still be clownin', motherf*ckersPut your doobies high if you reside in 213Let's see them blunts raised (brr)Whether you Eastside or Westside of the 313Let's see them guns blaze (brr, brr, brr)My Detroit nigg*s vers' everybodyMy Long Beach nigg*s vers' everybodyMy Detroit nigg*s leave with a bodyMy Long Beach nigg*s shoot up the party

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