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Snoop Dogg The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told Gin & Juice #2 Ahh-haaa Get your motherfuckin' glass, cus it's a blast from the past You didn't think would touch it two times nigga Gin and Juice up in this bitch, yahhh Some of that Beats By the Pound flavor, you feel me (you heard me) Get your ice, get your cups, Cus we about to get fucked up in here Yah (yah), Straight up, Uhmm (uhmm), Yah (yah) I'm still smokin', driftin', swifta than a mothafucka Twisted off a cup of that 'ole ignat juice Heated in the seat cup fulla drank Beatin' up the block in the dark blue tank Bullet proof vest on my chest for the cause Diggin' in my draws for dem muthafuckin' laws Harrassin' a nigga, blastin' a nigga I ain't seen shit, so why you askin' nigga To fucked up off that G-I and juice, C-I get loose, nigga what chall wanna do I got a crew, but I choose to roll solo Especially on Sundays dippin' in my low-low ??? Spot for the glock, I ain't fuckin' with the hen dogg So toss out the ??? Put my shit on three wheels for thrills I hit a corner and make sure my drink don't spill, that's real [Chorus] Rollin down the street, with heat Drankin', ???, Sittin' on D's Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies [2X] Now trip dis', I'm on Interstate 10 fuckin' with this Creole She said she knows NINO, now stop me loc Cup of that Gin and Juice, I blank a bitch out Then turn the bitch out, look here There ain't no need for you to be wastin' my time See I picked you up, now I'm gunna stick you up, And dick you up! Give you what you need, then bring you back down to reality With that California weed, she seemed trouble at first And then it got worse, cus now I got my hand up and down her mini-skirt Twerkin' that shit while riddin' up the highway Doin' it my way, hella highway, the fly way Swervin' in another lane, tryin' to maintain And baby girl steady takin' dick to the brain Now it ain't no thing, cus she swallowed it up Then she wanted to take a puff, I said "Look here bitch you've had enough" [Chorus x2] Somebody say, I wanna get fucked up (Say What, Say What) Come on, Now Everybody say, I wanna get fucked up (What Chew Say, What Chew Say) YAH I'm hopped by the ice cream shop, The cops saw me, stopped me, heard me Were's Serv-D, well serve me, since you got that big bad ass dangle Nigga you know I'm know for havin' that big ass bank Tryin' to find all your dope, cus your a smoker I'll find that indo weed even when I'm on the East Coast Cus times gettin' hard on the boulevard, but I refuse to loose ?!?!?! Lil' Jimmy's sent me something, I need to cop something Got Some (Got Some), I know you got some Nigga stop frontin', get at your boy Hook it up like Master P (Ughh) Would it be a tragedy to fill me the best weed [Chorus x2] |
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