NewStats: 3,259,369 , 8,169,931 topics. Date: Saturday, 24 May 2025 at 07:31 PM 1zn22

Snoop d o double G

yungchop:
Okay

Um nice right

I shot ya
Arm & Hammer man got the hammer
Red bandana, get green, Bruce Banner (huh!)
Shakedown blocks, snapshots, no camera
Tote big guns, I'm a heavy metal handler
.38 Special, trey pound magnum
AK-47, run out of bullets, I stab 'em
Firearms, got 'em, who want a problem?
Hollows on the top, copper heads on the bottom
9 millimeter, gimme gun fever
Cold cold drink, Arm got it by the litre (what else?)
Holla at ya dog, realest hustler of all
Shoppin' with the Cafe is like shoppin' at the mall
I be the supplier for ambitious buyers
Ecstasy, rollin' like Michelin tires (huh!)
Nah, I ain't no multi-millionaire
But please believe, I'm the hardest nigga here

Don't talk to my nicca like that

I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain't right
But you was blowin' up her phone last night
But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch an inch when she'd rather have nine?
You know how the game goes, she be mine by half time
I'm the shit, oh
Nigga, that's that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos
And I done did everything, but trust these hoes
(CB Bleep with me!)

samwash:
Who ever owns this room is a ganja man, and highly spiritual.

Jah cure

Sick right

Nicccce

Sick right?

I love it

I don't know I mean u will loose weight

Nigga! I got blood on my hands, yeah I killed.
A lot of MCs look at their souls in my smoke.
I gave her roses after cheating on her.
I gave her the world, I put it at her feet.
From the basement to ten feet under.
I'm off to reach the top.
Some scenes are clear when I'm sleeping.
I call information what they call dreams.
I'm too alive, nigga, to play dead.
My rap is too right to be wrong.
I came straight in through the front door.
Yeah, haters and gossips want me out.
Adventurous and thug will be my story.
I already have a son on my trail, yes, baby.
I'm alone in the valley, the plains.
Having faith in myself, it was worth it.

Wow good for him

Money on my mind
Always on my grind
Bitches think I'm fine
Fadals love to shine
Skit in ur bitch eyes and make her blind

If the night could turn to day allot of people will run away

I need me a room for renting for real

You're my ride or die chick/ you're the only one for me....

(Intro) Yeah it's the king coming back at you one time for you. You know I need a ride or die chick.Somebody that's going to be there man when times get rough you know what I'm saying? When a nigga get that time, she got a nigga mind up. Sending a nigga kites and commercery. Hold your head baby girl. I appreciate it. Keep it real. Keep it tight.

(Chorus) You're my ride or die chick, you're the only one for me/ for me... You're my down ass shorty, you're my all, you're my everything/ baby you're my everything/ everything...


When you ain't ever had nothing you seem to love stunting/ give me time baby girl we could be something/ getting tired of these hoes coming around here fronting/ buying tricks little shit cause they be out there bumming/ every since I met you, I ain't ever seen you clubbin'/ you're the one I can call when I need some loving/ bringing you royal jewels when you didn't even really want them/ but the Queen in my life the only one to flaunt them/ you used to write me in the pen, so I'm bout that/ and every time I hit you off mama you holla back/ only thing changed is that that little ass done got fat/ you were doing what you could've so ain't no blame for that/ I did a bid, and lil' jazzibella got no kids/ hold me close I need to show you where my nature is/ she screaming out loud damn what them people done did/ ain't nothing wrong babe, I guess it all for better/ take you around so you can show off all your new gucci leather/ don't worry about rain, promising only sunny weather/ you tell me you might die if somehow we don't be together/ I never say never, but I feel we can last long/ this ain't the same ole' G so no this ain't the same song/

(Chorus) You're my ride or die chick you're the only one for me/ for me...You're my down ass shorty, you're my all, you're my everything/ baby you're my everything/ everything...

(verse#2) They don't know about them chains/ girl I want to change/ slowly but surely I'm gone to show you everything/ little shorty sport dem rings while I sport them things/ protecting my precious, please don't make me show my fangs/ she's been with me from the start/ know she got my heart/ soon we'll be building, as long as you doing your part/ my nefertiti in the light, and my freak when its dark/ I started to trust you the day that we walked through the park/ tell you how I feel girl, and my real dreams/ it's still too early; you still might be bout my cream/ I need to it you real and put you on my team/ but things this good ma can't be all what it seems/ as I come nearer I see the future that it brings/ every so often my fingers touch in between/ rubbing you softly making you feel supreme/ lil one I'm sure you know what this means/

(Chorus) You're my ride or die chick you're the only one for me/ for me...You're my down ass shorty, you're my all, you're my everything/ baby you're my everything/ everything...

(bridge) You see beauty is her name/ she ain't about the games/ she know exactly what is real from what she feel is lame/ I'll be a moth to her flame/ and it's a damn shame/ how she could turn a sure enough nigga into a grown man/ (repeat)

(Chorus) You're my ride or die chick you're the only one for me/ for me...You're my down ass shorty, you're my all, you're my everything/ baby you're my everything/ everything...
You're my ride or die chick you're the only one for me/ for me...You're my down ass shorty, you're my all, you're my everything/ baby you're my everything/ everything...

U thinking about guetting married they thinking how to get Tru ur pocket

Satisfaction

Escalade limousine

How do you say what's never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
Limping off tour, 'cause I made more off my second leg
Motherfuckin' Birdman Junior, 11th Grade
Ball on automatic start
I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in apartments
Uh, now come on be my blood donor
Flow so nice you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big and let the small fall under that
Damn where you stumbled at? From where they make Gumbo at
Kane got the fucking beat jumping like a jumping jack
And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-Hop, I'm the heart of that
Nigga, nothing short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat

Ewo awon boys yi.
Kamikaze on a Ketto level.
Yahooze!
E jami si jo!