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Snoop Dogg( Cordozar Calvin Broadus )
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Can't Stop That Gangsta Shit
The baker in the bakery Stacking bread in the bakery Baking fresh and soon you'll see Bakery is the name
Aye, yo, Dada, why'd'you hit 'em with one of those Motherfucking gangster ass videos? All right, aight Roll it x5 I like that Gangsta shit We gon' Real smooth, you dig? That they bossed up
Cause my life worth more than The money that I lived and died for And where I'm form, my nigga, you get shot For sellin' lots, you don't really need a reason to die for (I ain't trippin') You know they say that gangsters don't live that long I could not be at home if I wasn't really that strong I pro'ly should be long gone Feel me (Feel me!))
Tell me, what does it take to be dangerous Everytime I look around, the game steady changin' From coast to coast we arrange it Boys out west, we insist to keep it Ah yeah, we maintain, burn enough by choice, we smart, now we blazin' My young home boy, he amazing, The cookie, rookie, shook him and took him And now he famous (wow) Couldn't quite picture that, wonder what he fishin' now Now yo talkin' bout this and that But pass that lo', I don't diss no mo' I made number one hitch, you know Believe me, I make it look easy You wanna know how to do it, then watch (???)
Cause my life worth more than The money that I lived and died for And where I'm form, my nigga, you get shot For sellin' lots, you don't really need a reason to die for (I ain't trippin') You know they say that gangsters don't live that long I could not be at home if I wasn't really that strong I pro'ly should be long gone Feel me (Feel me!)
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Yeah, cuz, the game won't wait, dismiss talk But beef and shook all the haters And took on the new routine, started coaching you football To go straight clean Like mean Joe Green(?), I step in the scene I want all the (???) and a pitcher, you know what I mean? I get to 'em, nigga, don't ask why Word to my people, that's just how I ride Yeah, since I slid the dough, I been actin' %^&*(Some gangsta mac shit, but I did it with practice Yeah, yeah, y'all know I get actin' I live to merc, taste the risk my status Top of the chores, have heart, have money Have money, you gotta have heart
Cause my life worth more than The money that I lived and died for And where I'm form, my nigga, you get shot For sellin' lots, you don't really need a reason to die for (I ain't trippin') You know they say that gangsters don't live that long I could not be at home if I wasn't really that strong I pro'ly should be long gone Feel me (Feel me!)
It's been thirteen years, no pain, no tears Respected by all my piers No matter where I'm hosted at, my hands stay close to that Dada dadat dadat dadadadat And as a matter of fact, no beef on the streets, No black on black. We gon' be all on one track So I fall in wild and get lost in the pack It's like that, fo' real, we ain't bluffin' Right now it's West Coast or nothin' I'll push that line and in due time Y'all gon' respect this cause out here, fool, we rhyme Oh, yeah, we think, but out here no time Put up on yo nine, foreign line(?) (Tell 'em why)
Cause my life worth more than The money that I lived and died for And where I'm form, my nigga, you get shot For sellin' lots, you don't really need a reason to die for (I ain't trippin') You know they say that gangsters don't live that long I could not be at home if I wasn't really that strong I pro'ly should be long gone Feel me (Feel me!)
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