Yeah, yeah, Eve And you know, you better
I keep some on my feet khakis on my legs Trunk full of funk, nigga, while I'm bread Sliding through your system, banging, bobbing Doing mines and I care what other niggaz saying
can pop it but they can't stop it, boy, I'm getting mine Selling clothes up in this like Calvin Klein Getting cuties to they 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 this game I'm a scholar 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 don't wanna rumble, why you me? Oh, I know, you must be gone off ecstasy Bad habits, you kick it before it get you loc And try to get yourself hooked on this smoke Fo'
Hey y'all, doggs East to West Coast All my doggs, we could We 'bout to take some roll Everywhere I go
Man, I see the same I know they already Yeah, we like it raw Snoop, Evie Eve and Dogg
Uh, huh, these niggas got you head And this chick got the drums from your throbbing Known to do it, baby bubblin', do dare stop it Love when 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, 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, nothing Want this brown girl, I see you thug lick your Gotta have that bombshell, damn girl, I you for me
Keep love on the both sides, we in the On these niggas smoke ties, domino playing up here Praying they legalize but fuck it still choke top down blowing smoke in the sky, come on
Hey y'all, from East to West Coast All my doggs, we could We 'bout to take bank roll Everywhere I go
Man, I see the hoes I they already know Yeah, we it real 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 nothing but love (It nothing)
buds ain't the same, for the simple brain Should'a never let me learn what millions really Yeah, I'm a simple but really don't want simple things real doggs close, hate cats with simple brains
Not ready for the collision, up in your lane East Coast, West Coast, you don't fuckin' think Dedicated to you, baby, keep gangsta lean You gots to be my queen 'cause I'm the Bigg
The one with the house with the Bigg things Sista Eve, you the whole scene the queen of the team, with cream, you're so supreme A blessin' in the skies, open up eyes
Me and you together, shit, we collect the vibes Exercise and go where we wanna go, fly Sho' and original, turn up your 'Cause we go, here we go
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 Nate
It nothing It nothing It nothing It ain't