I was just a little girl, skinny legs, a press and curl My mother always thought I'd be a star But way before my record deal Streets that nurtured Lauryn
up on game tellin me who gon' jack me But ever since I was a puppy til I was paroled I never had no other dogg pullin on my phone Chorus: Say Snoops
's a little story that must be told You're listenin' to the sounds, of the best MC, in the world Kool Keith, go off and go off I got a flier in my hand
(feat. Nickelus F) [NICKELUS F:] Yo I wake up every morning, shower, gather my belongings Yo I wake up every morning, shower, gather my belongings Head
the cops Self-Destruction record drops And everybody's name was Muslim Sensations and '88 attracted kids from out-of-state And everybody used to do the wop Jack, Jack, Jack
many times must we hear rehashed versions of Feeding of the 5000 By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist? It's the Feeding
off a box of wine. Do shots of yukon jack and lime. Can we drink 'til I fucking die? I'll make you party at my funeral 'Cause mourning is for suckers
my net with their clothes off, son when the gun goes off I'm bound to play Napoleon, and blow a nose off - your Sphinx; your stumble rap style, your flow's off
like that? Ain't no need for me to tell y'all what the fuck popped off Niggaz tryed to take my chips and then they got knocked off Snoop dogg don't be
I keep my heat in case brothas get cold Warm you up with the sheet, zip you up and roll Now, Doggystyle records is now official I'm gettin paper out the plizate with my
touch down in the pouring rain 400 miles across the South still had the taste of bourbon in my mouth a leather jacket, guitar case said I'll make a record
my mother fucking house This is my mother fucking this is my mother fucking This is my mother fucking this is my fucking house This is my mother fucking this is my
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