Lyrics
Man, I gotta stop smoking this bullshit
Cause that shit gon straight [Snoop
I cant stop, and
I wont stop, ha ha ha ha
Damn, yeah, staright blueberries [Kurupt]
This microphones is mines,
I seen you scopin
I'm hopin that you step so
I can bust your chest open
This is how
I am, this is my mentally
Don't try to battle me,
I cause fatalities
And this is how it is when the microphone put to torture
MC's done tried to step but
I caught ya
I'm like a sorcerer, magical with rhymes
I'm one of a kind, my lines too inclined for your mind
And that's the way it is, you cant see me so don't even try
I wonder why
MC's done tried to step in and they died
Now I be that
MC, you cant see that
Lyricist that breaks
MC's backs
Matter of a fact that aint the way you should do it
This is how it is in showbiz
I know this
MC cant even get close
Cause I rock bullshit from the west to the east coast [Snoop]
Why they wanna **** with my smok
Why they wanna **** with my smok
Kurupt tell me, why they wanna ****
Now I'm rollin in the fast lane tryin to find the right lane
I'm spittin game like big pimpin is my name
I need a flame, so
I can get this shit li
Its snoop dogg,
I'm bout to drop me a hit
I got my bitch named kingpin to the righ
And we plan on smoking all night and when we through my ******* named priest gon increase the peace
Blaze up another sack, get your kakies creased
Cause its on and poppin, aint no stopping
Snoop is on the mic
I'm lyrically hoppin
Poppin just like a mother****ing stra
Don't talk shit cause your best to watch your bac
Because umm, why you sleepin we creepin
And um, we got a fat sack of blueberries, its scary
My brother jerry told me one day
He said snoop when you reach the top will you please blaze a
J For me and my homie
J d-o-g, who's in the penitentiary but see
Its still cool to me cause
Ima swing it on bring it on
Got another fat sack so blaze up the ozone
It on like that we aint no joke
So mother****ing back off or jack off for my smoke, smoke, smoke [Chorus: repeat 2X
Why they wanna **** with my smok
Somebody tell me
Why they wanna **** with my smok
They say no to weed, and ugh to drug
But mother**** tha
I'm a mother****ing thug, bitch [Tha Relativez
Spots stay open, under water hydro orange fire and chronic out the side door
Dogg soprano, sugar buddha the pimp
Been had hoe's, been havin chips
Spit out gangsta shit like haa choo
In a ride, ahh with teezy with red haa shoes
Tha relatives, how gangsta is that
Half my life blowin do do wit a strap in my lap
Just goin out the hills and its hurtin nigga
Kickin niggas door down and searchin nigga
In the fence for a week and its perkin nigga
You niggas aint some gangstas you some working nigga
Aint no mo silent nigga
My prediction, 2004 theres gon be hoes and snitchin nigga
Or peepin niggas out the barrel of a 4
Hood on hood crime, homies killing homies ?? to harlem, chips flippin we ballin aint nuttin better than being young gangsta and ballin blowed outta mind, probably be the high some more master money marna for the law
I'm from the salty 619, home of the corca
Mystica holders with pistolas and purple morta
Americas finest find me north of tha border
Please, no seeds, break bread cost an awful lot
Chay flag on a borca, slide in croca's
Splitters or the swishers, twisters, hundred sport cars
This for big tony, homey in the yinta
Inglewood to tango, relativez the bleeka [Chorus: repeat 3X]
Why they wanna **** with my smok
Somebody tell me
Why they wanna **** with my smok
They say no to weed, and ugh to drug
But mother**** tha
I'm a mother****ing thug, bitc
Cause that shit gon straight [Snoop
I cant stop, and
I wont stop, ha ha ha ha
Damn, yeah, staright blueberries [Kurupt]
This microphones is mines,
I seen you scopin
I'm hopin that you step so
I can bust your chest open
This is how
I am, this is my mentally
Don't try to battle me,
I cause fatalities
And this is how it is when the microphone put to torture
MC's done tried to step but
I caught ya
I'm like a sorcerer, magical with rhymes
I'm one of a kind, my lines too inclined for your mind
And that's the way it is, you cant see me so don't even try
I wonder why
MC's done tried to step in and they died
Now I be that
MC, you cant see that
Lyricist that breaks
MC's backs
Matter of a fact that aint the way you should do it
This is how it is in showbiz
I know this
MC cant even get close
Cause I rock bullshit from the west to the east coast [Snoop]
Why they wanna **** with my smok
Why they wanna **** with my smok
Kurupt tell me, why they wanna ****
Now I'm rollin in the fast lane tryin to find the right lane
I'm spittin game like big pimpin is my name
I need a flame, so
I can get this shit li
Its snoop dogg,
I'm bout to drop me a hit
I got my bitch named kingpin to the righ
And we plan on smoking all night and when we through my ******* named priest gon increase the peace
Blaze up another sack, get your kakies creased
Cause its on and poppin, aint no stopping
Snoop is on the mic
I'm lyrically hoppin
Poppin just like a mother****ing stra
Don't talk shit cause your best to watch your bac
Because umm, why you sleepin we creepin
And um, we got a fat sack of blueberries, its scary
My brother jerry told me one day
He said snoop when you reach the top will you please blaze a
J For me and my homie
J d-o-g, who's in the penitentiary but see
Its still cool to me cause
Ima swing it on bring it on
Got another fat sack so blaze up the ozone
It on like that we aint no joke
So mother****ing back off or jack off for my smoke, smoke, smoke [Chorus: repeat 2X
Why they wanna **** with my smok
Somebody tell me
Why they wanna **** with my smok
They say no to weed, and ugh to drug
But mother**** tha
I'm a mother****ing thug, bitch [Tha Relativez
Spots stay open, under water hydro orange fire and chronic out the side door
Dogg soprano, sugar buddha the pimp
Been had hoe's, been havin chips
Spit out gangsta shit like haa choo
In a ride, ahh with teezy with red haa shoes
Tha relatives, how gangsta is that
Half my life blowin do do wit a strap in my lap
Just goin out the hills and its hurtin nigga
Kickin niggas door down and searchin nigga
In the fence for a week and its perkin nigga
You niggas aint some gangstas you some working nigga
Aint no mo silent nigga
My prediction, 2004 theres gon be hoes and snitchin nigga
Or peepin niggas out the barrel of a 4
Hood on hood crime, homies killing homies ?? to harlem, chips flippin we ballin aint nuttin better than being young gangsta and ballin blowed outta mind, probably be the high some more master money marna for the law
I'm from the salty 619, home of the corca
Mystica holders with pistolas and purple morta
Americas finest find me north of tha border
Please, no seeds, break bread cost an awful lot
Chay flag on a borca, slide in croca's
Splitters or the swishers, twisters, hundred sport cars
This for big tony, homey in the yinta
Inglewood to tango, relativez the bleeka [Chorus: repeat 3X]
Why they wanna **** with my smok
Somebody tell me
Why they wanna **** with my smok
They say no to weed, and ugh to drug
But mother**** tha
I'm a mother****ing thug, bitc