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