Snoop Dogg | AZ-LYRICS . COM

Snoop Dogg and His Son’s New Reality Show Looks Amazing

March 5, 2020 Azlyrics

Here’s some facts you probably know about Snoop Dogg:

1. He’s a rap icon
2. He likes weed. A lot.
3. He changed his name to ‘Snoop Lion’ for a time but has now changed it back.

Now here’s something you might not know:

His 17-year-old son, Cordell, is one of the top NCAA football recruits in the country. No shit.

Cordell gets his love of the gridiron from his dad, who’s coached pee wee football and even created a league where his son got his start as a kid. The two have now teamed up on a new reality show for ESPN called Snoop & Son: A Dad’s Dream that’ll follow them as they navigate Cordell’s college prospects, review game tapes and do normal family stuff like wash dishes. ESPN released the first trailer for the show yesterday and — no lie — it looks really good. Give it a look, above.

Katie Tropp – Cali Lyrics

January 31, 2020

[Verse 1]

April sixth nineteen eighty five
Was the first day of Katie’s life
San Jose California on the west side
That was the beginning of my Cali pride
Throw up a “W” for the homie Pac
Cali knows about that good hip hop
From Cube, to Dre, and Snoop Dogg
There are an endless amount of classic songs
Blowing on a blunt and munching on some See’s
The best candy I wish she was my granny
Then I could get my chocolate for free
See’s is the best don’t argue with me
It’s the home of Johnny Rockets yo that’s the spot
I could eat there every day their fries are the bomb
Sip up on a shake in the Cali sun
Then head off to the beach for some Cali fun!

[Hook]

I love Cali
Home of good hip hop
I love Cali
The bud is off the charts
I love Cali
Disney’s got my heart
I love Cali
And that won’t ever stop!

[Verse 2]

The best weed in the World comes straight from Cali
From Humboldt, to the Bay and the San Fernando Valley
Blowin’ on some Kush while I hang with Jack and Sally
If you up in Disneyland how the f**k can’t you be happy?
The Lakers got them legends for days
You need more than two hands to count them rings
The Warriors and The Giants bringing trophies to the Bay
Got Champs from top to bottom of the entire state
The sun and the beach is a perfect combination
The vibe in Cali is a great sensation
If you from anywhere else you probably hatin’
But if you come in for a visit your opinion is changin’
Drive by Hollywood just to catch a dream
You never know who may be seen
Run into a group of stupid paparazzi
Trying to get a shot of someone who is not me!

[Hook]

I love Cali
Home of good hip hop
I love Cali
The bud is off the charts
I love Cali
Disney’s got my heart
I love Cali
And that won’t ever stop!

Da Youngfellaz – Do The Damn Thang Lyrics (feat. Snoop Dogg, George Clinton & Nipsey Hussle)

January 29, 2020

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Your way from Norway to Cali
This is how we play, you say ey, ey, ey
D-O-Dub get big love Atomic Dog
When I come through I gang bang on all ya’ll
Blue rag in my pocket, green leaves in my lungs now
I’m buzz now floating, coasting, just left roasting
Glass is toasting, ocean
Slow motion, speed it up
Baby want me to come and beat it up
Why must I chase the cat
Cause I’m a west coast gangsta mack
Tha-ra-ra-ra-that
You can trust and we don’t fuss
We take our time to make it up and break it up
And put it in a blunt wrap
Ralph Myerz make the beat that bump like that

[Chorus: George Clinton]
(When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)
Yeah you hear that music it’s the bomb
(When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)
The bomb keep funkin ya’ll
And off we go, into the projects and the moon
Yeah, you know the songs they sing, yeah

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Now I’m smoking on some overseas Dizzy Town shit
Kush weed, politicing trying to make my plans stick
Push me, too close to the edge I’ll smash
I ain’t that nigga thinking he getting a couple dollars to switch
I ain’t your role model, I ain’t on no positive shit
I’m on some by any means a nigga got to get rich
Ski mask schemes, my teams only logic is this
It’s only one way up to go and that’s up out of this shit
Could you believe they didn’t see that I was the shit
Niggas slept I woke up like an alarm at the 6
Look I’m a hustler you could tell just by the cars that I dip
Extra features, fully loaded like the broads that I flip
It’s not a bar that I’ma spit that’s not apart of my script
You eyewitness ass niggas get arrested and snitch
Take you niggas looking at me like a lick you can hit
Tell you about the last nigga but he resting in peace

[Verse 3: Sho-Biz]
This what I call East and West at it’s best
I suggest you show gratitude
Stepping up with that it don’t even matter mood
Quoting what I said, repping New Rich till I’m dead
We been chasing mad bread
Call it paper with an attitude
Yank fitted, brim low, 501 Timbo’s
INI crewneck, I make this look simple
BK is all me, my niggas state it for me
We got heads nodding from Long Beach to Canarsie

[Verse 4: Jay Storm]
Canarsie to Soundview we’re that known
The backbone to New Rich where the cash grow
Slow it up to speed it up with a fast flow
Painting a pic, didn’t I tell you we are Van Gogh?
Oh, I got my crew all in it
Sipping on Merlot what a few call living
But still on the grind dog you are slipping
A true boss vision would just call Clinton

[Chorus: George Clinton]
(When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)
Oh, ow here we go to another Millenium
(When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)
Yeah funking ya’ll, just recorded in your stereo’s stinking
(When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)
I catch myself thinking
(When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)
About getting it hot, topping the charts
They bite so much I need a tetanus shot, woof
(When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)
(When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)
(When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)
(When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)

Mick Jenkins – Flaunt Lyrics

January 21, 2020

[Chorus]
Niggas wanna see me stunt, uh
Niggas wanna see me talk my shit
Niggas wanna see me front, uh
Niggas wanna see me flaunt my bitch
I don’t even flex like that on the regular
Bet you hear the muscle when I start my shit, though
Park my shit, hop out
Homies keep asking me when I’m gon’ pop out, oh
Niggas wanna see me stunt, huh?
Niggas wanna see me talk my shit
Niggas wanna see me front (On ’em)
Niggas wanna see me flaunt my bitch
I don’t even flex like that on the regular

[Verse]
Spent 10K on tithes
Get backed up on me when the checks like that on the regular
Spent 20 minutes on the face, lips MACed up
Oh, these bitches better know I’m dickin’ that down on the regular
Move the f**k around, you a regular to me, don’t act up
Niggas talk loud out the jugular
Keep my head down out in public and I’m aced in the club
See you clowns in the Publix, niggas fake with the love
Roll the pack up, put it to my face and it’s big, though
Snoop Dogg snappin’ and we big loced out
Sitting on the small block smoking on a cigo like, uh

[Bridge]
Niggas wanna see me stunt, huh?
Niggas wanna see me talk my shit, right?
Niggas wanna see me front
Niggas really wanna see me flaunt my⁠—
I don’t even flex like that on the regular, spent 3K
Dim light on my wrist, dim sum on my plate
Midsummer night’s dream, now they telling me it’s fake
And I ain’t even tryna brag, but

[Chorus]
Niggas wanna see me talk my shit
Niggas wanna see me front, huh
Niggas wanna see me flaunt my bitch
I don’t even flex like that on the regular
Bet you hear the muscle when I start my shit, though
Park my shit, hop out
Homies keep asking me when I’m gon’ pop out, oh
Niggas wanna see me stunt, huh?
Niggas wanna see me talk my shit
Niggas wanna see me front (On ’em)
Niggas wanna see me flaunt my bitch
I don’t even flex like that on the regular
(I don’t even flex like that on the regular)

Snoop Dogg – What U Talkin’ Bout Lyrics

August 17, 2019 Azlyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
I hate when a motherfucker come talkin’ to me about some shit that I ain’t tryna hear. Tellin’ me how to do my shit.
“You need do this, you need to do that”
What the fuck is you talkin’ about?
I been doin’ this shit my way since I started this shit.
The way I did this shit got my bank account to where it is.
The way I did this shit got me to where the fuck I’m at.
So I ain’t tryna hear none of that shit you talkin’ about.
Don’t tell me shit.

[Chorus]
Nigga, what you talkin’ ’bout?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?

[Verse 1]
Let me tell you somethin’
It’s everybody’s favorite crip cousin, Snoop Dogg
Inductin’ these woop hoes as loopholes
Death rowin’ them blue drawers, bitch niggas
Good on both sides like switch hitters
Snitches get stitches, send cliques to get niggas
For you to smoke with me cuz, you need 6 figures
Ask your bitch ’bout the dick, yeah, my shit glitter

[Chorus]
Nigga, what you talkin’ ’bout? (Huh?)
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?

[Verse 2]
‘Cause I done changed so many lives with my vibe
Made sure my crips and my wroos all survive
Long Beach throwin’ up C’s in my stores
Hollywood store, Twin Towers with the boys, nigga
Switchin’ bitches like I switch cars
Lil’ homies on go, and keep the licks for us
Walkin’ in the church, smellin’ like a lit forrest
We still good ’cause a real one kept the shit goin’

[Chorus]
Nigga, what you talkin’ ’bout? (What?)
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?

[Interlude]
It don’t stop, it don’t stop
(Makin’ this shit)
We gon let this shit breathe right here, hold up

[Verse 3]
I done made so much money, everybody gotta love me
But that comes with the game, my nigga, hate it or love it
So what we really talkin’ ’bout, if we ain’t talkin’ ’bout
What I’m talkin’ ’bout
‘Cause what I’m talkin’ ’bout got niggas hella bags
Sophisticated crippin’ with the ghetto swag
Three-piece suit with a black and a yellow rag, tied in a knot
Rollin’ down the Laundro got my eyes on the opps
Got my eyes on the cops, got my eyes on the block
Fresh off stage, rich or broke loco, shit don’t change
Where I’m from (Long Beach)

[Outro]
Fuck outta my face with that shit, man
(Makin’ this shit)
It’s what we do
Right on, right on
(Makin’ this shit)

Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike – All I Need (feat. Gucci Mane) lyrics

May 5, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Dimitri, Mike and Gucci

[Verse 1]
Laying on the front line, vibing to the bass drums
Sipping on a 40
And someone’s on the rooftop, lighting up like Snoop Dogg
And it’s only Tuesday
I just wanna have a good time in the city shine lights, baby, baby
I don’t need, I don’t need nothing else
I don’t need, I don’t need nothing else

[Chorus]
We don’t have to wake up ’cause we didn’t sleep
I still got a full cup of that Hennessy
All my friends by my side
It’s all I need in my life
5AM and we still feeling reckless
Piled up in the whip getting breakfast
All my friends by my side
It’s all I need in my life

[Post-Chorus]
All my friends by my side
It’s all I need in my life

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I just wanna show you how to win, let me coach ya
I’m just tryna train ya, baby, turn you to my soldier
Tryna help you prosper, I’m a trap prophet
You know they really poppin’, they don’t really got it
I just wanna see you shop, shop ’til you drop
Pull out with the title top, drop out the lot
She don’t wanna leave the Wop, she know the night good
So watch the plot thick, so does Gucci’s heart thick

[Post-Chorus]
All my friends by my side
It’s all I need in my life

[Bridge]
I just wanna have a good time in the city shine lights, baby, baby
I don’t need, I don’t need nothing else
I don’t need, I don’t need nothing else

Future – Homicide (feat. Snoop Dogg) lyrics

May 3, 2018 Azlyrics

[Hook: Future and Snoop Dogg]
You say you wanna take a ride? Get in
I grew up on that other side, getting it in
You niggas selling a bunch of pies, snatch a Benz
I heard you say it’s going down, I’m going in
Go tell ’em it’s a homicide (murder)
Go tell ’em it’s a homicide (murder, murder)
Go tell ’em it’s a homicide (murder, murder)
Go tell ’em it’s a homicide, ya ya

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Fighting, shooting, killing, riding
Cripping, tripping, spitting fye
In the kitchen, baking pies
Taking mines, making mines
Yellow tape, black gun
Fill it with them hollow shells
And leave the scene bloody
Buddy can’t nobody tell
Catch a plane to the ATL
Lay low in a cheap motel
Whatever suits ya
And get a few thangs from my cousin Future
Now I’m back on and popping like
Trapping, rapping in the cut
Talk shit, I fuck you up
They don’t recognize who I am or where I’m from
So I hit the strip club banging 20 Crip cause
Treble with the bass, put that thang up in yo shavening
And leave yo body bleeding on the pavement

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Future]
Open up that fye
You gotta question a nigga standing next to you, cut him off
I grew up on the side you gotta make yourself a boss
Niggas’ll shit on you any chance they get
Cross you out on a lick
If you ain’t ready for the ending then quit
It’s a dirty world, you gotta get your hands dirty
I’m going for the title with my hands on the rifle
I put in the same work you put in, survival
Looking at my rival, they looking suicidal
Keep them bodies off wax, I can spot a rat
Let the play, brrrat!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Future]
Slang a bunch of packs, and go and snatch a Benzo
I played them streets as a young nigga, ain’t never liked Nintendo
Them gangstas in the yard, them my motherfucking kinfolk
They’ll kidnap you and yo broad (in broad) daylight, no pretendo
I grew up ’round a bunch of monsters, call that pressure on ya
Be so scared for ya life, you call the police on ya
You ready say you ready
You gon’ starve or you want fetti? Yo life’ll change a second
Good or bad, don’t open yo mouth, make sure you shut it
Ain’t no telling who listening, make a wise decision
I’m from ‘cross the tracks, like Boosie
If you ride, you better know who shooting

[Hook]

Eminem – Remind Me lyrics

April 27, 2018 Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Yo! I bust in, devilish grin, disgustin’
Asshole, freckled cheeks and a butt-chin
Callin’ all party animals, get
On the floor when I pop up on some Whac-A-Mole shit
In search of a chick who’s stacked and so thick
And implants are so big
She can hang me up on that rack, big ol’ tits
Like Anna Nicole Smith
Body’s bananas and sass to go with
I spot you at first glance and go “shit!”
You wearin’ those pants that don’t fit
That butt won’t ever give up
That’s why you stick it out no matter what, huh?
‘Cause you got an ass that won’t quit
So, get on the horn, my saxophone
Grab hold of my instrument, get a grasp, and blow “whee”
You just laugh and go heehee
‘Cause you’re just as nasty so that’s appropriate
That’s why—

[Chorus: Eminem / Joan Jett & the Blackhearts]
I love you, ’cause you remind me of me
That’s why I love you, ’cause you’re like me (yeah, me)
I said I love you, ’cause you remind me of me
That’s why I love you, ’cause you’re like me, nasty (yeah, me)

[Interlude: Eminem]
You know, I’m wearin’ a new shirt tonight too
With me on it

[Verse 2: Eminem]
I’m lookin’ at your tight rear like a sightseer
Your booty is heavy duty like diarrhea
The plan’s to bring you to my house
You’re drinkin’ Jack and Beam
I’m thinkin’ soon this tramp’ll lean so we should bounce
But you’re outta your tube-top
If you’re thinkin’ that mi casa es su casa
Yeah, you’re a cute fox
Perfect ten so back that up like a moonwalk
Girl, you’re smokin’ like Snoop Dogg
But you must be tokin’ if you think you’re takin’ over my quarters
There goes the dime into the jukebox
Two shots of blue Hpnotiq and soon I’ll
Turn this pool hall to a barroom brawl
So, Rick, scratch on the break like the cue ball
Turn the volume all the way up on your boombox
And excuse the locker room talk, I’m just too raw
But apparently, so are you, ma
‘Cause you just kicked me in the balls and told me to screw off
And that’s why—

[Bridge: Eminem & Joan Jett & The Blackhearts]
Said can I take you home, where we can be alone?
Shorty, you the shit, girl, I ordered you to sit
I know you’re probably feelin’ me more than you admit
Pull up a chair, sweetie, let me order you a drink
I only go to meetings court-ordered from a shrink
So from the bottom to the top, floor to ceilin’
You ain’t run of the mill, you’re one in a million
‘Cause real tits are still fun
But everybody knows fake tits are still better than real ones

[Verse 3: Eminem]
So come and spend the night with the guy most are terrified of
But tonight, curiosity overrides ya
Beside ya fired up like a starter pistol
Crystal, let’s slides huns, tonight I’m your pilot
‘Cause you should be up in the sky, girl
You’re so fucking fly, you belong in the mile high club
So come on, baby, the night’s young
Don’t string me along, I’m high-strung
We might wind up on mound like we’re tryin’ for the Cy Young
Fuckin’ ‘fore we get to the house
Screwin’ our brains out like changing a lightbulb
That’s why I like ya, ’cause I’m crazy just like ya
Now every time I get brain, you screw mine up
I barely can think straight, your head game is a mindfuck
So ready, set, aim and fire
Yes, babe, I’m fallin’ in like, that’s kinda, why I love

[Chorus: Eminem / Joan Jett & the Blackhearts]
I love you, ’cause you remind me of me
That’s why I love you, ’cause you’re like me (yeah me)
I said I love you, ’cause you remind me of me
That’s why I love you, ’cause you’re like me, nasty (yeah, me)

Curren$y – Billy Ocean

March 9, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah, everybody should have their joints lit
Yeah, roll another one up while I’m smokin’, keep it goin’
Money and the power and some more shit, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Roll another one up while I’m smokin’, keep it goin’
Money and the power and some more shit, we stayin’ in motion
Never will I get into no hoe shit, I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’, motherfuckin’ Billy Ocean

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
You can act like you don’t know, Spitta and Cardo
Bullet proof German coupe car doors close, take photos
Car shows in my lo-lows
My sixty-four ride slow, bumpin’ Snoop Dogg, blowin’ dolo
It’s like a fog machine done went off in my car yo
Pull up after all the bars close to the civilians, underground casinos
For the real ones, you would suffocate in the buildin’
Last one tried to infiltrate I think they, I’d rather not say
Money on the plate like I never ate, not a crumb finna go to waste
Chevy crates tear the Interstate up where I stay
Muscle cars do the figure eights where I play
Live from New Orleans, rollin’ weed from the Bay
RIP Nate Dogg, smoke weed everyday
Livin’ out what I say on these albums and tapes

[Bridge: Curren$y]
Yeah, act like you don’t know, Spitta and Cardo
Money and power and some more shit, we stayin’ in motion
Never will I get into no hoe shit, I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’, nigga Billy Ocean

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Nigga whatchu know, that original dope flow
Stained glass cathedral ceilings and marble floors
Hustle hard to afford, I work for it
Sports cars I drive slow, I’ma show off
Sucka bring his hoe, he got his hoe tossed
He cried alone in his car as he drove off
Highed up as I float on, they gon’ have to call the fuckin’ coast guard, shit

[Outro: Curren$y]
Yeah never will I get into no hoe shit, nope, I’m not for it
Money and the power and some more shit
We stay in motion, never will I get into no ho shit, I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’, nigga Billy Ocean
Yeah, yeah, yeah, not for it

Curren$y – Billy Ocean Lyrics

February 25, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah
Everybody should have their joints lit
Yeah
Roll another one up while I’m smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
Yeah
Yeah

[Hook: Curren$y]
Roll another one up while I’m smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’
Mother fuckin’ Billy Ocean

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
You can act like you don’t know
Spitta and Cardo
Bullet proof German coupe car doors close
Take photos
Car shows in my lo-lows
My sixty-four ride slow bumping Snoop Dogg
Blowing dolo
Its like a fog machine done went off in my car yo
Pull up after all the bars close
To the civilians
Underground casinos for the real ones
You would suffocate in the building
Last one tried to infiltrate I think they
I’d rather not say
Money on the plate like I never ate
Not a crumb finna go to waste
Chevy crates tear up the interstate where I stay
Muscle cars do the figure eights where I play
Live from New Orleans, rolling weed out the Bay
RIP Nate Dogg, smoke weed everyday
Living out what I say
On these albums and tapes

[Bridge: Curren$y]
Yeah
Act like you don’t know
Spitta and Cardo
Money and power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Nigga whatchu know
That original dope flow
Stained glass cathedral ceilings and marble floors
Hustle hard to afford, I work for it
Sports cars I drive slow, Imma show off
Sucka bring his ho, his ho tossed
He cried alone in his car as he drove off
High up as I float on
They gon’ have to call the fuckin’ coast guard
Shit

[Outro: Curren$y]
Yeah never will I get into no ho shit
Nope, I’m not for it
Spitta and Cardo
Money and the power and some more shit
We stay in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Not for it

Snoop Dogg – 220 Lyrics

February 21, 2018 Azlyrics

[Intro]
220 get dressed up, jumped on a boat
Fuck with my locs
Breakin’ the bread

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
220 on the boat, here’s a toast to my folks
It’s a holiday, Crip, I’ma fuck with my locs
Get dressed, so fresh, big S on my chest
Now I’m feelin’ work, yellow Steeler shirt
501’s with the Stacy Adams tips
Picture a room full of Long Beach 20 Crips
Doin’ this, who in this? You in this? We in this bitch
Wish the dead homeboys was seein’ this shit
Neither, none, best 20 minutes or less
It’s a C-Walk contest, who do it the best?
Right your set with the feet, skip along to the beat
Represent your shit and bang out your street
For real though, king of the hill though
Run up on a nigga, you get popped like a pill yo
See I’m a dub motherfucker, and all y’all know
So if you’re with it, let’s get it 432-O, come on

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’

[Verse 2: Goldie Loc]
I got my ‘do dirt’ locs on, you better leave them gloves alone
Popped up on them blocks, [?]
15s rumblin’, carvin’ up the concrete
I go back like G-Man and SA double G, yeah
Doggie Dogg scooped a nigga up a long time ago
And said, “We gotta do this for the big 2-O”, you know
Let’s slap some dominos, and crack some bitches, cuz
Catch me yellin’ out (what?) Trick, I been the dub
This a hood day, nigga what a good day
Where them homies , hit him and tell him let’s parlae
Never outta [?] with I keep the line open
Meditatin’, contemplatin’ the way we grind on em’
Big beefin’ always told me always keep my crippin’ tight
This one goes out to goats, cuh, 20 crip for life
Never ever will I switch up
My colors black and gold, all the homies throw your dubs up

[Chorus]
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
I’m shootin’ like I just started
But I’ma walk up in this motherfucker cold-hearted
I know you niggas don’t see me as much as you’d like
‘Cause I’m out gettin’ money when I’m rockin’ the mic
I’m a long way from Locus Ave, my locas have
Been there with me through the good and bad
Know look, let me reminisce, and twist a fuckin’ blunt to spark
I got put on, ’84 at King Park
Shottin’ hoops with Charlie Mo and [?]
With the bumblebees, real east-side G’s
Then go to [?] and ball out for any black ass
And wait for all the bitches at Poly to get outta class
I’m poppin’ at ’em from a distant, but I’m persistent
That’s some 20 crip shit
See I’m a dub motherfucker and all y’all know
So if you’re with it, let’s get it 432-O, come on

[Outro]
What up cuh
Happy 220 day to you my nigga
Yeah cuh
I’m just shittin’ out here my nigga, know what I’m sayin’?
Drinkin’ on this Miller Genuine Draft
Feelin’ real good, ye know I’m sayin’?
It’s hood day today cuh
Yeah, what’s y’all gon’ do cuh?
Shit, my nigga
Shit, the homies gettin’ together cuh
We gon’ fuck with the homies two times then
Alright I’ll be dressed in ’round 20 mins then cuh
Let me know the location
Ra, ra, rollin’, rollin’
In a minute cuh
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’
(Me and my, me and my niggas)
(Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas) We rollin’

Snoop Dogg – Gangstaz Life Lyrics

February 7, 2018 Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
10-20-71, the day I come out
Two days later, I’m runnin’ my mouth
Mom’s put a bottle to my grill
I look her in the face and I say chill
So she puts her back up on a pillow
Five minutes later I’m bailin’ out the hoes-pital
On my way to the liquor store
The first thing I grab is some skins and a 4-0
Dropped the O-E cause it’s just too cold
I get myself some gin instead and then I stroll
But before I get out the door
The man behind the counter says hey, yo, yo
He picks me up and sit me on the seat
And then he grabbed the phone and get to dialin’ the police
I wanna run but I can’t walk yet
Can’t grapple with nothin’ said, cause I can’t talk yet
First trip in the police car
Cameras all around me as if I was a star
Young black toddler, it’s feeling like they dissin’ me
Mom’s grabbed me, and then she gets to kissin’ me
She thanks the police for my good health
I don’t know why, I coulda done that by my muthafuckin’ self
And I always love my mama cause she raised me right
And I must say that I’m a gangsta

[Bridge: Snoop Dogg]
Livin’ in a gangsta’z life
Straight gangsta’z life

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Let’s speed the clock up and pass some time
June 17th, 1979
That’s my first time being arrested
I know I done the crime, but I ain’t going to confess to this shit
I learned that from the G’s
A G is a overseer, the overseer sees
More than you do cause he gets experience
And besides I’m just a juvenile delinquent
‘fore I was gone, and I’m on my way home
My momma’s coming to get me in a fleetwood brougham
She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb
We stop at frosty freeze for a couple of snowcones
She telling me that I didn’t need to do what I done
She said: “playing football should be your only fun son”
I’m like “allright” so we head to the house
I mobbed through the door and pops fired to the mouth
I couldn’t do nothing but cry like a bitch
I looked at my momma and said: “damn, why you snitch?”
They put me on punishment but that didn’t work
Now wearing khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt
And throwing up the neighborhood gang signs
I do my first robbery and now I gotta do time
5 feet, 6 wearin’ 83
They sent me to a place called LP
I bailed in the dorm lookin’ hard as hell
I told ’em who I was and where I dwell
Some fool had beef and he ran up on me
Hear nothin’ pop cause I spotted one of my homies
Who ran the game to me in the correct manner
And told me to stay down for my bandana
Two weeks later, I’m getting shipped to another institution
I’m fucking up, starting confusion
Vibed on my counselor, feeling like a champ
I finally get settled down at the junior fine camp
I do my little time up in this home sweet home
My momma’s coming to get me in a fleetwood brougham
I’m on swauce, so if pops swing it’s on
But things did change, why?, cause pops ain’t home
Why? he couldn’t take it, what? so he moved on out
Left my momma the car, the kids, the bills, and the house
That’s half of my life summoned up
That’s why young, black teens in the ghetto don’t be comin’ up
The way their ancestors did
Because mom plays the role of both parents to the kids
But when you make it, your father, he shows up shortly
But when thangs ain’t right, they play the role like they don’t know me
But when you play me like that ya see
I have no other choice but playin’ the role of a G

[Bridge: Snoop Dogg]
This is a gangsta’z life
Straight gangsta’z life

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
I’m full grown, out on my own
But my impression is still at my momma’s home
My baby brother, guess what y’all? he wanna be like me
They call him lil Snoop Dogg and he way more harder than I was
A hog, been through YA, nellaz, and all the hogs
He even robbed santa claus on Christmas day
And every Sunday my momma pray that he don’t get caught up in gunplay
Hey, I made the bed so I guess I gotta lay
I guess I’ll slide through and ride through the hood today
Lay low, hold ya gats, and watch yaself
Stay composed, I freeze-frozed clothes, doze on O’z
Muthafuckas who be lovin’ a cup of shit of shit up
All they wanna do is show another nigga lit up, hit up
Names of the homies who rest in peace
Ya got your stars on wit’ ya flag, and ya khakis properly creased
Mobbin’ through the way or should I say
Strollin’ through the park one day
Sippin’ on the Hen do’ sad’n a muthafucka
Cops raid my house, they shot my baby brother
They say he was strapped but they never found a strap
This life of a gangsta, he’ll never get back
And it’s like that

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
This is a gangsta’z life

Farruko, Nicki Minaj & Travis Scott – Krippy Kush (Remix) (feat. Bad Bunny & Rvssian) (Uncensored)

December 23, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Rvssian]
Hola
Me llamo Onika
Wrist FRIO
Pelo rosa
Culo gordo
(El Rvssian)

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (jajaja, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verso 1: Nicki Minaj]
Make some room, hoe, keep a hundred feet away
Fifty trucks, when I pull up we a fleet away
You ain’t on my throne, ain’t even a seat away
But thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I ain’t talking ’bout the gangs, though
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs, though
Now I got ’em rocking inches now
But I’ll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now
Word play got ’em stepping up they pens-es now
Still stick me for my flow like syringes now
Still kicking closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun and them ’88 Benzes now
With my plug, I call him Poncho, but I think he wants that chocha
Put this pussy in his boca, make my niggas take his coca
Now I’m balling like I’m Sosa in a Lamborghini rosa
Yelling, "¡Viva Puerto Rico!", all my bitches es hermosa

[Verso 2: Bad Bunny & Farruko]
Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas ‘e paper que pedí en eBay
En PR ya es legal, yo firmé la ley
Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha’
Las gatas quieren Kush, no quieren Friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca
(Farru’)
2 phillies, se queda bizca

[Verso 3: Farruko]
Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
Priority el paquete, next day vía express
Del celular traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo’ al bobo de tu ex
Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baja a la movie, que pa’ acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios y acabo ‘e comprar par de acres pa’ sembrar

[Coro: Farruko & Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…

[Verso 4: Travis Scott]
Suavemente, frio chilly (Yeah)
Gotta keep it caliente, the presidente
Bend it backwards, pop a wheelie, like we in Philly (It’s lit)
In the town I got the millis, you know the drill-ay (Alright)
Yeah, butterfly the doors, throw a ivy queen in it then I skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt
You get the picture, but I still not with the bitch
Still hate the liquor, drank on my liver
Still got the basement, jumping like I’m Tigger (Straight up)
Pour ’til it’s muddy, blow ’til it’s muggy (Yeah)
But the gang goin’ dummy, thumbing through hundreds
(with the gang)
Keep it stick like it’s gummy, rap like a mummy
Break the bread ’til it’s crummy, eat ’til I’m chubby (Yeah)
Yeah, me amor the tings, me amor the green (Alright)
Yeah, blowing up the clouds, and hear the angels sing (sing)
Yeah, fresh steal off the lot, slide on your block and pop the top and then we skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…

Eminem – Remind Me lyrics

December 14, 2017 Azlyrics

Below are the complete “Remind Me” lyrics by Eminem displayed. These lyrics were added December 6, 2017.

Remind Me lyrics

[Verse 1]
I bust in, devilish grin, disgustin’
Asshole, freckled cheeks and a butt chin
Calling all party animals, get on the floor
When I pop up on some Whack-A-Mole sh*t
In search of a chick who stacked them so thick
And implants are so big
She can hang me up on that rack, big ol’ tits
Like Anna Nicole Smith
Bodies bananas and sass to go wit’
I spot you at first glance and go, “sh*t”
You wearin’ those pants that don’t fit
That butt won’t ever give up
That’s why you stick it out no matter what
‘Cause you got an ass that won’t quit
So, get on the horn, my saxophone
Grab hold of my instrument, get a grasp, and blow
You just laugh and go heehee
‘Cause you’re just as nasty so that’s appropriate
That’s why

[Chorus: Eminem / Joan Jett & the Blackhearts]
I love you, ’cause you remind me of me
That’s why I love you, ’cause you’re like me (yeah me)
I said I love you, ’cause remind me of me
That’s why I love you, ’cause you’re like me, nasty (yeah, me)

[Post-Chorus]
You know, I’m wearin’ a new shirt tonight too, yo
With me on it

googletag.cmd.push(function() { var map = googletag.sizeMapping().addSize([337, 280], [[300, 250], [336, 280]]).addSize([0, 0], [300, 250]).build(); googletag.defineSlot(‘/115733527/Lyrics_Inline’, [[300, 250], [336, 280]], ‘lyrics-inline-300×250’).defineSizeMapping(map).addService(googletag.pubads()); });

[Verse 2]
I’m lookin’ at your tight rear like a sightseer
Your booty is heavy duty, like diarrhea
The plan’s to bring you to my house
You’re drinkin’ Jack and Beam
I’m thinking soon as trampolines so we should bounce
But you’re out of your tube-top
If you’re thinking that mi casa es su casa
Yeah, you’re a cute fox
Perfect ten so back that up like a moonwalk
Girl, you’re smoking like Snoop Dogg
But you must be Token if you think you’re taking over my quarters
There goes the dime into the jukebox
Two shots of blue Hypnotic and soon I’ll
Turn this brooha to a barroom brawl
So hit scratch on the break like the cue ball
Turn the volume all the way up on your boombox
And excuse the locker room talk, I’m just too raw
But apparently, so are you, ma
‘Cause you just kicked me in the balls and told me to screw off
And that’s why

[Bridge]
Said can I take you home, where we can be alone
Shawty, you the sh*t
Girl, I ordered you to sit
I know you’re probably feeling me more than you admit
Pull up a chair, sweetie, let me order you a drink
I only go to meetings court-ordered from a shrink
From the bottom to the top, floor to ceiling
You ain’t run of the mill, you’re one in a million
‘Cause real tits are still fun
But everybody knows fake tits are still better than real ones

[Verse 3]
So come and spend the night with the guy most are terrified of
But tonight, curiosity overrides ya
Besides ya fire (i love)
Like a starter pistol
Crystal and slides huns, tonight I’m your pilot
‘Cause you should be up in the sky, girl, you’re so f*cking fly
You belong in the mile high club
So come on baby, the night’s young
Don’t string me along, I’m highstrung
We might wind it up, unbound like we’re trying for the Cy Young
Fuckin’ ‘fore we get to the house, screwin’ our brains out
Like changing a lightbulb
That’s why I like ya, ’cause I’m crazy just like ya
Now every time I get brain, you screw mine up
I barely can think straight, your head game is a mindf*ck
So ready, set, aim, and fire
Yes babe, I’m fallin’ in likeness kinda
Why I love

Snoop Dogg – Go On (feat. October London)

December 11, 2017 Azlyrics

As we go on… (We go on)
Like we do… (Like we do)
When it’s hot outside… (Hot outside)

I just wanna chill with you… (Chill with you)
What you need? (What you need?)
Is put ya mind at ease… (Mind at ease)
Here’s a little sun shinin’, drink and a summer breeze
Oh! Do-do-do, do-do-do
Let’s smoke and ride…
Baby if you feel the same, let me know
(If you feel the same, then let me know)
I wanna rock ya, girl… (Oh!)
Yes I do!
What you got to lose?

You done made it to see a whole ‘nother summer and it feel good
Stop, now , top down through the neighborhood
Let the wind blow, open up the window
That girl is poison like Bell Biv Devoe
We have a barbeque to do at four
Swimming pool party in the back on the low
BYOB, and the plates of food will be laid out for free
Little kids get down, I’ll have a bus pull up with Tommy The Clown
Now do The Jerk, get crunk, go to work
And do that dance that’ll make your whole damn body hurt
Playing mama dear, calm and clear
This that time of the year
For everybody to be boisterous
Rock with Snoop Dogg and rejoice to this

As we go on… (We go on)
Like we do… (Like we do)
When it’s hot outside… (Hot outside)
I just wanna chill with you… (Chill with you)
What you need? (What you need?)
Is put ya mind at ease… (Mind at ease)
Here’s a little sun shinin’, drink and a summer breeze
Oh! Do-do-do, do-do-do
Let’s smoke and ride…
Baby if you feel the same, let me know
(If you feel the same, then let me know)
I wanna rock ya, girl… (Oh!)
Yes I do!
What you got to lose?

Shined up my white walls, night falls
I’m feeling hella good
I’m doin thangs that you never would
Like surfin with the sharks, or shootin in the dark
Riding on a bike with my grandson at the park
Evolve while I elevate, take flight, levitate
Breakfast for dinner, I’m cold as a mother, but the summer ain’t the winter
Finna, bend a, corner, on a three wheel motion
I’m heading to the ocean, caravan full of cars
Neighborhood stars, up and down the boulevard
We go, till we can’t go no more
It’s me and mines, it’s summertime
You go off and we go on

Farruko, Nicki Minaj & Bad Bunny – Krippy Kush (Remix) (feat. 21 Savage & Rvssian) (Lyric Video)

November 22, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Rvssian]
Hola
Me llamo Onika
Wrist FRIO
Pelo rosa
Culo gordo
(El Rvssian)

[Verso 1: Nicki Minaj]
Make some room, ho, keep a hundred feet away
Fifty trucks when I pull up we a fleet away
You ain’t on my throne, ain’t even a seat away
But thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I ain’t talking ’bout the gangs though
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs though
Now I got ’em rocking inches now
But I’ll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now
Word play got ’em stepping up they penses now
Still stick me for my flow like syringes now
Still kicking closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun and them ’88 Benzes now
With my plug, I call him Poncho but I think he wants that chocha
Put this pussy in his boca, make my niggas take his coca
Now I’m balling like I’m Sosa in a Lamborghini rosa
Yelling "¡viva Puerto Rico!", all my bitches es hermosa

[Verso 2: Bad Bunny & Farruko]
Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas ‘e paper que pedí en eBay
En PR ya es legal, yo firmé la ley
Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha
Las gatas quieren Kush, no quieren Friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca
(Farru’)
2 phillies, se queda bizca

[Verso 4: 21 Savage]
Call baby girl up, it’s time to smoke something’ (21)
I know you heard I’m Slaughter Gang, I smoke something (yeah)
Off the head, yeah, I ain’t never wrote nothing (facts)
Pretty face, ass fat, I’m tryna poke something (yah, yah)
Yeah, back it up baby, let me see you twerk (21)
Yeah, spillin’ codeine on my Gucci shirt (on my shirt)
Yeah, whole lotta racks and the krispy (the krispy)
And she throw that ass back like a frisbee (on God)
Uh-huh, I’m smoking krippy kush (krippy kush)
Fill the backwoods up with the whole bush (the whole bush)
I might pass her to the team ’cause she old news (she old news)
Tryna make a hundred M’s using Pro Tools
In a Maybach and I’m laid back (21)
Put a bullet hole (yeah) in ya wave cap (on God)
You better pay me now (now), I don’t cut slack (nah)
All these VVS’s (21), make you upset (21, 21, 21)

NICKI MINAJ – Krippy Kush lyrics

November 22, 2017 Azlyrics

Hola
Me llamo Onika
Wrist FRIO
Pelo rosa
Culo gordo
(El Rvssian)

Lo’ maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush… (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

[Verso 1: Nicki Minaj]
Make some room hoe, keep a hundred feet away
Fifty trucks when I pull up we a fleet away
You ain’t on my throne, ain’t even a seat away
But thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I ain’t talking ’bout the gangs tho
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs tho
Now I got ’em rocking inches now
But I’ll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now
Word play got ’em stepping up they pens’s now
Still stick me for my flow like syringes, now
Still kicking closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun and them ’88 Benzes, now

With my plug, I call him Pancho
But I think he wants that chocha
Put this n*gger in his boca
Make my niggas take his coca
Now I’m balling like I’m Sosa
In that Lamborghini rosa
Yelling viva Puerto Rico
All my bitches es hermosa

[Verso 2: Bad Bunny, Farruko]
Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas ‘e paper que pedí en eBay
En PR ya es legal, yo firmé la ley

Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha
Las gatas quieren Kush, no quieren Friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca
(Farru’)
2 phillies, se queda bizca

[Verso 3: Farruko]
Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
Priority el paquete, next day vía express
Del celular traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo’ al bobo de tu ex

Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baja a la movie, que pa’ acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios, y acabo ‘e comprar par de acres pa’ sembrar

[Coro: Farruko, Bad Bunny]
Pero ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo’ gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush…

[Verso 4: 21 Savage]
Call baby girl up it’s time to smoke something’ (21)
I know you heard I’m Slaughter Gang, I smoke something (Yeah)
Off the head, yeah, I ain’t never wrote nothing (Facts)
Pretty face, ass fat, I’m tryna poke something (Yah Yah)
Yeah back it up baby, let me see you twerk (21)
Spillin’ codeine on my Gucci shirt
Yeah whole lotta racks and krispy (Krispy)
And she throw that ass back like Frisbee (On God)
Uh huh, smoking krippy kush (krippy kush)
Fill the backwoods up with the whole bush
I might pass her to the team cause she old news
Tryna make a hundred M’s using Pro Tools
In a Maybach and I’m laid back (21)
Put a bullet hole yeah in ya wave cap (On God)
You better pay me now (Now)
I don’t cut slack (Nah)
All these VVS’s (21)
Make you upset (21 21 21)

Snoop Dogg – 3’s Company Lyrics

October 20, 2017 Azlyrics

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Play on player
Girls on top on girls, when we rocking (rocking)
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player

[Verse: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You ain’t with your friends
Please come in in
Girl don’t mind, one time
Oh baby let me see you
You walk across that jewelry
Then slightly shake that booty (oh yeah)
Get your walk while I do it
I’ma show you all the way I play I do it

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top on girls, when we rocking (rocking)
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player

[Verse: Chris Brown]
Breezy, smoke weed in the VIP

Krippy kush – Farruko feat. Bad Bunny letra

August 22, 2017 Azlyrics

Letra Farruko – Krippy kush

Los maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren krippy kush, kush, kush, kush, kush. (x2)

Jajajaaaa
Yeh yeh yeh
Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas de paper que pedí en eBay
En P.R. ya es legal yo firme la ley.

Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha
Las gatas quieren kush no quieren friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca
2 phillies se queda bizca.

Lo que tú estás haciendo yo lo hice primero
Bebé ese novio tuyo es medio culero
Yo ando por New York con un par de cuero
Y piles puestos pa’ to’ estos cabrones hacerles fiero.

Yo tengo agricultores como Piculín
Los ojos rojos como el Chapulín
Hoy se me olvido beberme la Ritalin
Pero las 602 las baje con lean.

Pero ahora estoy pa’l krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush.

Farru’
Lo prendo y me pierdo en el humo
Y floto cada vez que fumo
Casuleando voy en la nave, nave
No corro por la de nadie, nadie
No confió en nadie, nadie
Porque aquí no se sabe, sabe
Versuri-lyrics.info
Quien es quien
Uoooh.

Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
Traidor limpiar paquete next day in express
Del celular traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo’ al bobo de tu ex
Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baje a la movie que pa’ acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios acabo de comprar par de crepa sembrar.

Mil de estos cabrones me quieren matar
La vida es una y la tengo que aprovechar
No sé si esto es un sueño o será real
Antes de irme pa’ otro mundo te quiero probar.

Cuando muera yo no sé pa’ donde voy
Si pa’l cielo o pa’l infierno o me quedo donde estoy
Al carajo el mañana sólo pienso en hoy
No vo’ a cambiar así es que soy, yehh.

Pero ahora estoy pa’l krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush.

Los maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy kush
To’a las putas quieren kushhh.
Farruko letras
Video kush

Farruko – Krippy Kush (feat. Bad Bunny & Rvssian)

August 8, 2017 Azlyrics

[Bad Bunny]
Los maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush

Jajaja
Yeh yeh yeh
Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas de paper que pedí en eBay
En P.R. ya es legal yo firme la ley

Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha
Las gatas quieren kush no quieren friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca
2 phillies se queda bizca

Lo que tú estás haciendo yo lo hice primero
Bebé ese novio tuyo es medio culero
Yo ando por New York con un par de cuero
Y piles puestos pa’ to’ estos cabrones hacerles fiero

Yo tengo agricultores como Piculín
Los ojos rojos como el Chapulín
Hoy se me olvido beberme la Ritalin
Pero las 602 las baje con lean

[Farruko]
Farru’
Lo prendo y me pierdo en el humo
Y floto cada vez que fumo
Casuleando voy en la nave, nave
No corro por la de nadie, nadie
No confió en nadie, nadie
Porque aquí no se sabe, sabe
Quien es quien
Uoh

[Bad Bunny]
Mil de estos cabrones me quieren matar
La vida es una y la tengo que aprovechar
No sé si esto es un sueño o será real
Antes de irme pa’ otro mundo te quiero probar

Cuando muera yo no sé pa’ donde voy
Si pa’l cielo o pa’l infierno o me quedo donde estoy
Al carajo el mañana sólo pienso en hoy
No vo’ a cambiar así es que soy, yeh

[Farruko]
Pero ahora estoy pa’l krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush

[Bad Bunny]
Los maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush

[Outro]
Yeh yeh
Jeje
Bad Bunny baby bebé
Farru’
TrapxFicante
Jeje
Yeh yeh yeh
Alex Killer
(Alex Killer)
Hear This Music
Hear This
Trap Kingz bebé
Nosotros tenemos la corona del trap cabrones
Rvssian

TLC – Way Back Lyrics ft. Snoop Dogg

July 6, 2017 Azlyrics

TLC – Way Back Lyrics ft. Snoop Dogg

[Verse: T-Boz]
It’s been a long, long time comin’
Ain’t seen you around
Time keeps on passin’
But you still my bitch
Can’t tell us nothin’
And it’s nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
We go way back

[Verse: Snoop]
Twistin’ up a twenty sack
Fishin’, listen, reminiscin’ bout the days of way back
Aye, where the ladies at?
I need to find one, top designer
Baby can you help me find one?
A real one, not a phony, I want a own me
Never leave me lonely, be my tenderoni
One hour photo together, take a few flicks together, that’ll last forever
Whether, we do, you do? me too
See through it all, now creep with the Dogg
Don’t let the rain drops stop ya, I got ya
This is so evolutionary proper
Now what the future holds, no one knows
But the past is a blast, game overload
It’s like Good Times, my favorite episodes
I’m just the same OG, givin’ y’all a little TLC

READ L.A.X – Kiss & Tell ft. Lk Kuddy, Drey Beatz, Ceeza & Dice Ailes

[Verse: T-Boz]
I’d like to think, when we were growin’ (growin’)
And shit got tough, we kept it goin’ (goin’)
Out in the streets, no signs of slowin’ (yeah)
It’s still nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

READ All The Way Up (Remix) Lyrics – Fat Joe & Remy Ma ft. Snoop Dogg, E-40, The Game

[Bridge]
We go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back (yeah)
Cause we go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back
We go way back

READ Music: Fat Money – Thank God

TLC – Way Back Lyrics ft. Snoop Dogg

Share on Twitter
Share on Facebook
Share on Google+

Calvin Harris – Holiday (feat. Snoop Dogg, John Legend & Takeoff) (Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1 Album)

June 30, 2017 Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Look, open your eyes, déjà vu
In ways I knew my focus remains on you
I’m so true, I love that, ’cause who woulda knew?
LBC, me? Do what it do
Question: is your bath water ready for ya?
‘Cause I could be the man for ya
Baby, are your bills paid?
Were those dinner reservations made?
The whistles, the bells, how ’bout your hair?
What about your nails?
See I can have it done for ya
Looks like I’m the one for ya
I’ll crack the whip
And get a little action in here, my dear
But first, relax a bit
The questions and answers are clear

[Chorus: John Legend]
A holiday
What you wanna do? Want to do with you
Let’s make everyday a holiday
What you wanna do? Want to do with you

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Takeoff
Smile at you (smile) I got my eyes on you (eyes)
I wanna climb on you
Can I ride with you? (can I?) touch the sky with you? (phew)
A-huh-huh-huh-huh
Say the place and we go where you wanna go (where?)
She say Rodeo, I say I’m thinking ’bout Tokyo (Tokyo)
With the top gone, won’t turn up the stereo (stereo)
Singing every word of my song that’s on radio (aye)
I’ma roll one, I know that you don’t smoke (I know)
Sit back, let your mind float (phew) never give up hope (no)
And if ya got a problem, let me know (let me know)
I try my best to keep you close
The life we in, no boss to match ’em on the ropes (ooh)
If I’m top ten, to win, I gotta be the GOAT (GOAT)
I feel like when I step in (what?) gotta make an announcement
But y’all know (but y’all know)

[Chorus: John Legend]
A holiday
What you wanna do? Want to do with you
Let’s make everyday a holiday
What you wanna do? Want to do with you
Let’s make everyday a holiday
What you wanna do? Want to do with you
Let’s make everyday a holiday
What you wanna do? Want to do with you
Let’s make everyday a holiday

[Outro: John Legend]
Ahhhh, yeah, whoa yeah
I wanna make everyday, make it a day, ayy

Get mine – G-Eazy feat. Snoop Dogg lyrics

May 26, 2017 Azlyrics

Lyrics G-Eazy – Get mine

Outta work, outta line, outta money, outta time
Give a f*ck, nigga I’ma get mine
Straight up out the gutter with the cake cutter in the ‘fro
And my nigga sellin’ dope up out the liquor store
Outta work, outta line, outta money, outta time
Give a f*ck, nigga I’ma get mine
Anything goes in the jungle, dog (anything goes)
See we can rumble, I might stumble, but I refuse to fall.

Outta work, outta time, look I’m out of it all
My bros got my back, won’t allow me to fall
My banker is tellin’ me he’s proud of us all
You rappers are broke, what’s the problem with y’all?
You’re not original, there’s a thousand of y’all
I heard your concerts are not crowded at all
I’m lit in the club, took her down in the stall
I been a real one, look, I walk ‘fore I crawl
I’m straight to the point, Gerald’s back in his bag
Brain in the whip, seat back in the Jag
f*ckin’ up a check, see the price on the tag
Vacation in Kauai, man, life is a drag
Anything goes, that’s life in the jungle
Leave her around me, you might be in trouble
I’ve seen what you make, I get it double
Turn into an asshole, f*ck bein’ humble.

Outta work, outta line, outta money, outta time
Give a f*ck, nigga I’ma get mine (ha ha ha, f*ck bein’ humble)
Straight up out the gutter with the cake cutter in the ‘fro
And my nigga sellin’ dope up out the liquor store
Outta work, outta line, outta money, outta time
Give a f*ck, nigga I’ma get mine
Anything goes in the jungle, dog
See we can rumble, I might stumble, but I refuse to fall.

(Yeah, uhhh)
Oyster perpetual, my time is expensive
Cars on cars, coppin’, I been excessive
Proof that the power of the mind is impressive
Conversations profit, I’m interested
b*tch so bad, big a*s, big breasted
Guess who f*cked, you got it, you guessed it
Murda Beatz blappin’, Uncle Snoop blessed it
2017, really ’bout to start flexin’
I’m sorry if I s**t on you, it’s not my intention
Talk about M’s, K, you got my attention
Steinbrenner money, just signed an extension
Deal’s life-changing, that’s divine intervention
I look in the mirror and say, “Bro, you the best out
You’re a cold a*s cat, go and poke your chest out
Really got it made, you don’t have to stress out”
She wants me to give a f*ck, sorry bae, I’m fresh out.

Outta work, outta line, outta money, outta time (what if I could?)
Give a f*ck, nigga I’ma get mine (sorry) versuri-lyrics.info
Straight up out the gutter with the cake cutter in the ‘fro
And my nigga sellin’ dope up out the liquor store
Outta work, outta line, outta money, outta time
Give a f*ck, nigga I’ma get mine
Anything goes in the jungle, dog
See we can rumble, I might stumble, but I refuse to falll.
G-Eazy lyrics
Video Mine

Snoop Dogg – Neva Left (Neva Left Album)

May 19, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Dogg, what up, mane?
Word on the streets is you ain’t what you used to be

[Verse 1]
I gang bang to the fullest
A lot of niggas talk about it but they really don’t do it, do they?
So I’m doin’ it for y’all
Marco, I bust, I’ma ruin it for y’all
Stomp that, strap up, mash up
And get it crackin’ with the slapper, jacker
Smacker, rapper? Nah nigga, that ain’t me
Gangsta? Yeah nigga, can’t you see?
Rider, like the tonners on my Chevrolet
West Coast, motherfucker, that’s the only way
Yeah homie, what you say?
Home of the Wook, Wok and Gunplay
A lot of homies shoot to J
But most of ’em prefer to shoot the K
Yeah, that’s the good life
And where we come from, loc, that’s the hood life
Where you mama and daddy
Told to set up out the room while they swingin’ the caddy
That’s on the set, tats on they neck
Streets sweet with the heat, yep, they stay on deck
I’m dazed and blazed, no confusin’, I’m choosin’
This time I was raised
I bring that out and bag it up, no doubt
Swing it out and let it up and bang that out
This Crips, nigga

[Interlude]
That’s crazy, cuz
You know my whole life, I wanted to be a gangsta, mane
I used to see my OG home boys at King Park
Ridin’ on bikes but they came with they flags on the end
See Stacey Adams, fine woman
That shit was fast and late

[Verse 2]
The mouth gave us a bang bangin’ and crack slangin’
Drivin’ a fresh rock, run ’em with blocks in ’em
Fresh out the county, I’m boxin’ ’em
Moved on up and bought a continental, nigga, I’m knockin’ it
Now I’m rockin’ it, ’61 blockin’ it
If y’all ridin’ by, my nigga, we cockin’ it
We poppin’ on imposters, fake ass mobsters
East side niggas, ain’t no stoppin’ us
My recipe is treachery
The best in me, nigga, the West to be
A better place for the one of Ace
Put a 9 millimetre in your fuckin’ face
And let you say your grace before you have a taste
Of reality, set in, yeah, this your fate
Now your homies at your funeral
Plottin’ on some get back
But you can’t get back ’cause nigga, you dated
Another sad gangsta story
And usually ones with the territory
No nuts, no glory
No pain, no game
Life for a nigga growin’ up in the game
This slangin’ thang
Drinkin’, sell a lil’ cocaine
Get locked up for a minute now we in it to win it
Now everybody know me
They watchin’ the makings of a real OG

[Interlude]
Yeah, they say if you watch somethin’ long enough, you’ll be comin’
You know, they say imitation is the best form of flattery
That’s what I was told
A lot of niggas is imitatin’ me ’cause real gangsta shit
You ain’t cut from it
You dig?

[Verse 3]
Yeah, scarin’ all the white folk
While stayin’ on the right note
And you can quote me if you want to
Don’t say what you will do, nigga, what you gon’ do?
I’m live in the flesh
[?] money imperial, left 5 in his chest
Survive in the west
This a everyday cycle, you never know what might go blam
And how you like me now?
Crip ’til you slip, Mr. Big Bow Wow
Yeah, it’s my chance to [?]
I got ants in my pants and I needs to get ’em
I go for broke, no joke
I gotta put my drink down, I’m tryna C walk, loc
See come and take off, it’s break off
And make off with the cash at the pad
Boy, a thick lil’ bitch, he super bad

[Outro]
Gangsta, gangsta
Futuristic
Snoop Dogg
48 hunnid
C’s up, yeah
Shoot or shout out to my home boys
Harlem 30
Yeah, real shit
All my niggas on the East coast
6-0’s, 8-Tray, Hoovers
Main Street, all my niggas in Compton
And the South side, ya dig?
Nutty Blocc
Santana
Oh, can’t forget them Long Beach niggas
East side the same
Roll with 20 Crips
19th Street
West side, you know what’s hatnin’
Saten Day, West Coast
North side on the block
All hood, yeah
Crip shit

Snoop Dogg – Promise You This (Neva Left Album)

May 19, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Say man that nigga Snoop Dogg promised me a record deal man
That nigga promised me he was gon’ come over man and do some things with me man
That nigga Snoop Dogg promised me, man the nigga promised a whole lotta stuff man
But he didn’t come through man
Look nigga, I’ma promise you this

[Hook]
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this

[Verse 1]
Nigga had to walk ’bout four days
These niggas actin’ like hoes nowadays
When I was young I used to hustle for my own shit
A 20 nigga slanging with them insane crips
I made my way out they call me Snoop Eastwood
Didn’t forget where I came from, went back to the hood
Signed niggas, gave jobs and I made bail
And kept a lot of motherfuckers from goin’ back to jail
Retail, hoe sale, OG’s won’t tell
Oh yeah they will, oh yeah they will
But I paid no mind I get back on my grind
I had a football dream to have a football league and I did that

[Hook]
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this

[Verse 2]
Niggas said somethiing outta place, dawg
I’ma let it go, I can’t catch a case dawg
These motherfuckers prayin’ on my downfall
I run the paint when it comes to this roundball
See I’m a legendary nigga doin’ legendary shit
Smoking on the blunt with your temporary bitch
One thing’s for certain, two thangs for sho
I’m a Long Beach nigga everywhere that I go
If I do, if I don’t, if I will, if I won’t
See time is money and it’s the first of the month
Quit actin’ funny my nigga
And go get your money my nigga
He do, 3, 2

[Outro]
Say man (I’ma promise you this)
Look I don’t even promise my wife or my kids nothin’
So what I look like promising you something nigga (I’ma promise you this)
Look here you need to get a get something

[Hook]
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this

Snoop Dogg – Go On (Neva Left Album)

May 19, 2017 Azlyrics

[Chorus: October London]
As we go on… (We go on)
Like we do… (Like we do)
When it’s hot outside… (Hot outside)
I just wanna chill with you… (Chill with you)
What you need? (What you need?)
Is put ya mind at ease… (Mind at ease)
Here’s a little sun shinin’, drink and a summer breeze
Oh! Do-do-do, do-do-do
Let’s smoke and ride…
Baby if you feel the same, let me know
(If you feel the same, then let me know)
I wanna rock ya, girl… (Oh!)
Yes I do!
What you got to lose?

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
You done made it to see a whole ‘nother summer and it feel good
Stop, now , top down through the neighborhood
Let the wind blow, open up the window
That girl is poison like Bell Biv Devoe
We have a barbeque to do at four
Swimming pool party in the back on the low
BYOB, and the plates of food will be laid out for free
Little kids get down, I’ll have a bus pull up with Tommy The Clown
Now do The Jerk, get crunk, go to work
And do that dance that’ll make your whole damn body hurt
Playing mama dear, calm and clear
This that time of the year
For everybody to be boisterous
Rock with Snoop Dogg and rejoice to this

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Shined up my white walls, night falls
I’m feeling hella good
I’m doin thangs that you never would
Like surfin with the sharks, or shootin in the dark
Riding on a bike with my grandson at the park
Evolve while I elevate, take flight, levitate
Breakfast for dinner, I’m cold as a mother, but the summer ain’t the winter
Finna, bend a, corner, on a three wheel motion
I’m heading to the ocean, caravan full of cars
Neighborhood stars, up and down the boulevard
We go, till we can’t go no more
It’s me and mines, it’s summertime
You go off and we go on

Snoop Dogg – 420 (Blaze Up) (Neva Left Album)

May 19, 2017 Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Whenever I’m down and out I get back to myself
I roll a motherfucking fat back to myself
Leave it to beaver, America gon’ legalize but I ain’t believe her
Til she finally did it
Overworked but I’m still committed
All things under the letter G, Snoop Dogg done did it
Gracefully gazing unto the sky
A lot of people smoke just to get by
But I see things much differently
Medically, physically, mentally, theoretically
Put it in a letter so you let it be
One day we’ll all agree and have peace up under a big chronic tree
If I had my way at 4:20 every day you could blaze a J
And not have to answer to nobody
I live my life like it’s a party
So let’s go cuz

[Hook]
So go ahead and blaze up
Today’s the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh)
So go ahead and put your J’s up (And smoke)
Na-na-na-na-na-nanana (Get high)
Na-na-na-na-na-nananana

[Verse 2: Devin The Dude]
I blaze up soon as I raise up from out of my sleep
I got me a sweet
I hope they legalize it here, I’m tired of police
You think you could smoke like my & Snoop, don’t try to compete
With ya
I’ll still blaze with ya, fire that ho up
If smoking weed is going down, then I’ma show up
Weed is where I’m needed, it’s a necessity
If I ain’t got it, little shit get the best of me
I even put it in my food, I got a brownie recipe
You eat one piece man your ass’ll be fucked up for six or seven hours or so
Then I got plenty of flowers to blow
Smoke it in the paper, cigar, a bong
Don’t worry about the haters, just vibe to the song
And do it however you please, you please
Today’s the day to smoke weed

[Hook]
So go ahead and blaze up
Today’s the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh)
So go ahead and put your J’s up (And smoke)
Na-na-na-na-na-nanana (Get high)
Na-na-na-na-na-nanana

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Damn, a pound ain’t really nothing now
Remember smoking with my cousin
Now we all Raw cone stuffing
Enough to wake neighbors up
KK my favorite flavor
And you ain’t gotta ask cause we major
I smoke like them old players
Only put it in the paper
I just started recently letting niggas smoke blunts around me
Known to keep the room cloudy
Get a bad bitch, sit her down, let her smoke, now she open
The best trees I be smoking
Smell it through the bag so it’s potent
Even get it on the plane, TSA don’t even notice
[?] he done taught a young nigga how to grow it
A pothead but I be focused
And it ain’t in my session if it’s bullshit
Only the best what you dealing with
It’s legal now, everybody’s doing this

[Hook]
So go ahead and blaze up
Today’s the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh)
So go ahead and put your J’s up (And smoke)
Na-na-na-na-na-nanana (Get high)
Na-na-na-na-na-nanana
Go ahead and blaze up
Today’s the day to blaze up
So go ahead and put your J’s up
Na-na-na-na-na-nanana
Na-na-na-na-na-nanana na

[Outro]
Come and smoke with me tonight, tonight

Snoop Dogg – Love Around The World (Neva Left Album)

May 19, 2017 Azlyrics

[Hook: Big Bub]
This why they show me mad love around the world
This why they show me mad love around the world
This why they show me mad love around the world
This why they show me mad love around the world

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I’m represented by Fetti, I’m so hardcore
Feet to the floor, up on a cord
Kick open the door, not knowing the score
I’m tatted and matted, added, that’s 4 to the 4
Now we say, well is he good or he great?
Don’t even wait, just clean the food off your plate
Say your grace, for the life that you make
Now he butted and skutting, cutting the knife in the steak
Wow, I’m and out of TI, all about it
Cause I handle my BI, CI, I see you
Wanna get a flair, no faking
Let’s take it cause I love this shit

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Now when I’m on tour, my spirit’s unpure
And there’s no cure for sure but I adore
I walk around the town and I explore
I’m greeted by 100 fans at my front door
Encore is what they want, much more
I’m smooth like suede with a touch of valore
On the rocks, Ciroc, glass and I pour
Snoop Dogg is the shit, get your ass on the floor
You can choose best and 2 step to this
Smoked up cause my weed is the shit
Take down and break down the verse
Put the S in your chest when worst comes to worst

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah all around the world
Big Bub, Snoop Dogg
Real love
From the streets to the suites
Everywhere I go
Everywhere I been
Love, love
Go head, go head, go head
Say that, say that, say that
Oh yeah they do
Another classic
That’s real love right there man
All around the world
Shout out to the whole globe
Love y’all, nasty piece

Chris Miles – Wake Up

March 21, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro]
So sick of playing these games, it’s
Impossible for me to ever ever be happy, yeah
And I’m so sick of doing the same shit
I just wanna sleep a tad bit, more
More, more, more

[Verse 1]
I don’t want to die
I’m in a elevator with Snoop Dogg and I just got a contact high
So everything better except the cheddar except when
I start to close my eyes, or did I already close my eyes
I don’t even know if I’m dreaming, I ain’t no genius
Got anxiety from my brain to my penis
Man I know that I’m sleeping
So why the hell am I stressed??
This is usually the way that I’m escaping the best?
It’s kinda like, kinda like…
Like a coping method
No prevention, I just want the pain to be less
Like, like

[Chorus]
Oh, you sleeping?
Wake up, wake up
You know that you are facing the death and by napping so quit the bullshit and wake up
This is not the way to resolve all your problems, you coward, just stop it and wake up
Either way you gon’ be hating your day so you might aswell stop and wake up

[Verse 2]
Imma stay asleep till I’m senior
Hop on all these fences where the grass is never greener
Got a girl on my mind named Christina
We netflix and chill when like no one can see us
So why would I wake up?
Got no reason
No five old, on my mind I’m cheesing
I do what I want till I’m not even breathing
I wake up on weekends like strictly for tweaking
I take off my week, this is made of my bitch
People would stalking, they oftenly switch
So I close off my mind, pay no mind to that shit, yeah, yeah
It is what it is
Either hit or you miss
See them flickin their wrists
I’m too busy with this
So be worried about that
Stuck in my mind, I’m checked
Let it ride, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Let it ride (skrt, skrt)
Let it ride
Let it ride (aye)

Snoop Dogg – Promise You This

March 2, 2017 Azlyrics

[Intro]
Say man that nigga promised me a record deal man
That nigga promised me he was gon’ come over man and do some things with me man
That nigga Snoop Dogg promised me, man the nigga promised a whole lotta stuff man
But he didn’t come through man
Look nigga, I’ma promise you this

[Hook]
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this

[Verse 1]
Nigga had to walk ’bout four days
These niggas actin’ like hoes nowadays
When I was young I used to hustle for my own shit
A 20 nigga slanging with them insane crips
I made my way out they call me Snoop Eastwood
Didn’t forget where I came from, went back to the hood
Signed niggas, gave jobs and I made bail
And kept a lot of motherfuckers from goin’ back to jail
Retail, [?] OG’s won’t tell
Oh yeah they will, oh yeah they will
But I paid no mind I get back on my grind
I had a football dream to have a football league and I did that

[Hook]
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this