Man, I stop smoking this shit 'Cause that gon' straight I stop and I won't stop, ha, ha, ha, ha Damn, yeah, straight
This is mines, I seen you scopin' I'm hopin' that you step so I can your chest open is how I am, this is my mentally Don't try to battle me, I cause
And this is how it is when the microphone put to MC's done tried to but I caught ya I'm like a sorcerer, magical rhymes I'm one of a kind, my lines too for your mind
And the way it is, you cant see me so don't even try I wonder why MC's done tried to step in and they Now I be that MC, you cant see Lyricist that breaks MC's
Matter of a fact that ain't the way you do it This is how it is in I know this MC even get close Cause I rock shit from the west to the coast
Why they wanna fuck with my Why they wanna fuck with my Kurupt tell me, why they fuck?
Now I'm rollin' in the fast lane tryin' to find the right I'm spittin' like big pimpin' is my name I a flame, so I can get this shit lit Its dogg, I'm bout to drop me a hit
I got my nigga named kingpin to the And we on smoking all night And when we through my nigga named priest increase the peace Blaze up another sack, get your creased
it's on and poppin', ain't no stopping Snoop is on the mic I'm lyrically just like a motherfuckin' strap Don't talk shit your best to watch your back
Because umm, why you sleepin' we And um, we got a fat of blueberries, it's scary My brother jerry me one day He said snoop when you reach the top will you please a J
For me and my J D O G, who's in the penitentiary but see Its still cool to me cause I'ma swing it on it on Got another fat so blaze up the ozone It on like that we no joke
So motherfuckin' back off or jack off for my smoke, smoke,
Why they wanna with my smoke? Somebody tell me why wanna fuck with my smoke? They say no to dope and ugh to But motherfuck that I'm a motherfuckin' nigga
Why they wanna fuck my smoke? Somebody tell me why wanna fuck with my smoke? They say no to dope and ugh to But motherfuck that I'm a motherfuckin' thug
Spots stay open, under hydro fire and chronic out the side door Dogg soprano, sugar the pimp Been had hoe's, havin' chips
Spit out shit like haa chooo In a ride, ahh with teezy red haa shoes Tha relatives, how gangsta is my life blowin' do do wit a strap in my lap
Just goin' out the and its hurtin' niggaz Kickin' door down and searchin' niggaz In the for a week and its perkin' niggaz You niggaz ain't some gangstaz you some niggaz
Ain't no mo niggaz My prediction, theres gon' be hoes and snitchin' niggaz Or niggaz out the barrel of a 40 Hood on hood crime, killing homies
[Unverified] to Harlem, chips we ballin' Ain't nuttin' better than young gangsta and ballin' Blowed outta mind, probably be the high some Master money for the law
I'm from the salty 619, home of the Mystica holders with pistolas and morta Americas finest find me of tha border Please, no seeds, break bread an awful lot
flag on a borca, slide in croca's Splitters or the swishers, twisters, hundred cars for big tony, homey in the yinta Inglewood to tango, the bleeka
Why wanna fuck with my smoke? Somebody tell me why they fuck with my smoke? They say no to and ugh to drugs But that I'm a motherfuckin' thug nigga
Why they wanna fuck with my Somebody tell me why they wanna with my smoke? say no to dope and ugh to drugs But motherfuck I'm a motherfuckin' thug nigga
Why wanna fuck with my smoke? Somebody tell me why they wanna fuck my smoke? They say no to dope and ugh to But that I'm a motherfuckin' thug nigga