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Snoop Dogg( スヌープ・ドッグ )
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We Rest N Cali
作詞:Calvin Broadus
My goodness, my gracious Shell toe Adidas with the fat blue laces Hand full of aces, trumped up, dump trunk, white wall paces Drink till you drop, motherfucker cop
Old English, 800 on the block Way before St. Ides came to the spot Niggers used to hang out and do the pop lock And if we got into some shit, we never pop shots
We'd squab scrap, whatever it was And live to talk about it and we get old cause And keep a pack of Zig-Zags for that good old bud We do a house party, what the fuck is a club?
And the ese's, they sold most of the drugs La familia, hell yeah and we, the thug We get money, yeah and we do low ride Represent it and talk nope, nope, not I
That's the code in every hood that you roam Fastest way to catch a hot slug in your dome もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com O.G., the place that I call home Black Lac like that and it's sittin' on chrome
Plaque in back, strap in Lac Antennas wake you up for a rat tryin' to set a new trap Swingin' the track, drippin' curl juice on your back Breakin' hearts like Roger and Zapp, motherfucker
Back in the day, it was cheaper to keep her Hang out with your friends and smokin' the reefer And pound for pound, we were the baddest in town You just had to get up for the get down Some say we the next generation but we lack education
Crazy Horse, drinkin' mad dog 20/20 Silver satin blue Kool Aid saggin' in my Dickies I got my locs on, sailin' through my neighborhood Catch you slippin' on them bricks, it ain't all good
Front door kicker, Glock spitter Black and gold flag across my face when I get you 3 wheeler tippin', turnin' up the Alpine [Incomprehensible]while I listen to the grapevine
Goldie blue crips all by the front door East side rip ridin', gang bangin' all I know Heart break hotel, hush, puppy neck kicker I grew up on that crazy one five, nigger
If you look from my block then hop somethin' And I ain't talkin' 'bout no peel nigger block huntin' Blue corduroys while I'm talkin' on my brick phone 14 years old had to bring the shit home
My uncle Sugar Bear showed me how to bag it up Look at the block now, nigger, it's sewed up I ain't playin' with you old grand pubas Peace out, Rolando ran things with no cuz
Now take a picture of this 8 ball sipper Look down at my shoes, blue strings, nigger Goldie Loc will keep this motherfucker crack-a-lackin' The only thing I wanna hear is gang bang rappin'
Some say we the next generation but we lack education Hangin' with the crew of devastation Yeah, but we one nation mama Tally-ho and away we go See you next week with a brand new show
The way we funk around here ain't nothin' consensual You know I funk so hard, you gonna need your parent's credentials Now I'm in the street 'cause I lost my sheep But now I know where to find that
Now how cool is cold when you're tryin' to compete? Standin' next to me, son, you better take a seat Can't none of you cutthroats funk like me You better check with Snoop Dogg and get your pedigree
Why oh, why do I think like that? If I am with the dog, you must be a cat Now tally-ho and away we go See you next week with a brand new show
I want the bomb, I want that O.G. back There's a party goin' on in my head While I think about the blood that we shed Then party, uh, when the player play There's a party goin' on up in here
Back in the day it was cheaper to keep her Hang out with your friends and smokin' the reefer And pound for pound, we were the baddest in town You just had to get up for the get down
Some say we the next generation but we lack education Hangin' with the crew of devastation Yeah, but we one nation mama Hangin' with the Snoopatronics bobba
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