Yeah, yeah, Eve And you know, you better
I keep some chuck's on my feet on my legs Trunk full of funk, nigga, I'm breaking bread Sliding through system, banging, bobbing heads Doing mines and I don't care other niggaz saying
They can pop it but they stop it, boy, I'm getting mine Selling clothes up in this bitch like Klein Getting cuties to shake booty at the same time I'd be if I go back to jail for the same crime
I'm too slick to get caught up in dirty game I'm a that make dollaz off the birdy game Crip I got it popping on the boulevard Man, I ain't fucking Chevy's, I got my own car
D O double, you wanna rumble, why you testing me? Oh, I know, you must be off them ecstasy Bad habits, you kick it before it get you loc And try to get yourself hooked on this chronic Fo'
Hey y'all, doggs from to West Coast All my doggs, we could We to take some bank roll that I go
Man, I see the same I know they already Yeah, we like it raw Snoop, Evie Eve and Dogg
Uh, huh, these got you head nodding And this got the drums from your ears throbbing Known to do it, baby bubblin', do dare stop it when bitches hate you, hear the song pimps, ain't nothing to me
Got my nigga, Snoop, he down As for my nigga, Nate, shit, he was in Created heat so you can bang it, crank it and loud block me out, I'm popping up Evie Eve, I'm upon your TV
Ain't never stuck up off the bitch, same pitch, nothing ridiculous Want this girl, I see you thug lick your lips have that bombshell, damn girl, I need you for me
Keep love on the both sides, we in the On these niggas getting ties, domino playing up here Praying that they legalize but fuck it still choke top blowing smoke in the sky, come on
Hey y'all, doggs East to West Coast All my doggs, we could We 'bout to take some bank Everywhere I go
Man, I see the hoes I know they already Yeah, we like it raw Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate
Now, you see me acting up in the club (It nothin') Uh, six up on dub's (It nothin')
Huh, up blueberry buds (It nothing) And every hood showing but love (It nothing)
buds ain't the same, for the simple brain Should'a never let me learn what really mean Yeah, I'm a simple but really don't want simple things Keep real doggs close, hate cats simple brains
Not ready for the collision, stay up in your East Coast, West Coast, you still don't think Dedicated to you, baby, keep gangsta lean You gots to be my queen I'm the Bigg King
The one the Bigg house with the Bigg things Sista Eve, you blessed the scene the queen of the team, with cream, you're so supreme A blessin' in the skies, up your eyes
Me and you together, shit, we gon' the vibes Exercise and go where we wanna go, fly Sho' and original, up your stereo 'Cause here we go, we go
Hey y'all, doggs from East to West All my doggs, we smoke We 'bout to take bank roll that I go
Man, I see the same I they already know Yeah, we it real raw Snoop, Eve and Nate Dogg
It ain't It nothing It ain't It ain't