Yeah, yeah, Eve And you know, you better
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 don't what other niggaz saying
They can pop it but can't stop it, boy, I'm getting mine Selling clothes up in bitch like Calvin Klein Getting cuties to shake they booty at the same I'd be damned if I go back to jail for the crime
I'm too to get caught up in this dirty game I'm a that make dollaz off the birdy game Crip hoping I got it 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 be gone off them ecstasy Bad habits, you better kick it it get you loc And try to get yourself hooked on this chronic Fo'
Hey y'all, doggs East to West Coast All my doggs, we smoke We to take some bank roll that 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 from your ears throbbing Known to do it, baby bubblin', do 'chu stop it Love when bitches hate you, hear the song pimps, ain't to me
Got my nigga, Snoop, he down As for my nigga, Nate, shit, he was in Created heat so you can it, crank it nice and loud Can't me out, I'm popping up Evie Eve, I'm upon your TV
never stuck up off the freezyness Same bitch, same pitch, ridiculous Want this brown girl, I see you thug your lips Gotta that bombshell, damn girl, I need you for me
Keep love on the sides, we in the church On these niggas smoke ties, domino playing up here Praying that legalize but fuck it still choke top down Baby blowing in the sky, come on
Hey y'all, doggs from to West Coast All my doggs, we could We 'bout to take bank roll that I go
Man, I see the same I know already know Yeah, we it real raw Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate
Now, when you see me up in the club (It nothin') Uh, six fall up on (It nothin')
Huh, up blueberry buds (It nothing) And hood showing nothing but love (It nothing)
Taste buds the same, for the simple brain Should'a never let me what millions really mean Yeah, I'm a simple girl but really 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 fuckin' Dedicated to you, baby, keep gangsta lean You gots to be my queen I'm the Bigg King
The one with the house with the Bigg things Sista Eve, you blessed the whole You're the queen of the team, 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, turn up your 'Cause here we go, we go
Hey y'all, doggs from to West Coast All my doggs, we could We 'bout to take some bank that I go
Man, I see the same I they already know Yeah, we like it raw Snoop, Evie Eve and Dogg
It nothing It ain't It ain't It nothing