Текст песни Snoop Dogg f C-Murder, Mystikal - Da Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told
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[C-Murder]For all them young niggas that didn`t quite make it to another yearTo all my thugs in the graveThis one is for my homies and my thug niggasA bunch of used to be paranoid drug dealersA bout `it motherfucker standing on the blockAin`t no limit to his heart, cause his veins is non-stopAnd constantly a nigga catching them casesWith them death situationsA nigga blast with no hesitationMama I wanna now where my daddy atMy only memory is a picture with a chrome gatI wanna do, like them gangsters doI wanna gangster walkI caught a bullet now I`m in some chalkJust another young nigga in a songMama always told me gangster`s don`t live longAfter I`m dead can you still see meDo you really want to be meI`m just another bossalineI represent all them niggas trying to get paidBut couldn`t be savedHuh, y`all now what I`m talking aboutChorus: C-Murder and Snoop DoggTo all my thugs in the graveSee ya when I get thereSee ya when I get there repeat 4X[Mystikal]Ride nigga till I deductThem things die nigga for fuckFly. fly niggaSince you absent I`ma tilt the bottlehit the weed and get high for my niggaMy partner my niggaMy round in my triggerFrom the little shit I remember you was a down ass niggaI`m mad i missed shit you could have showed me (fuck)Shit still ain`t the same even though my mama told meI keep your memories in my endeavors (nigga)Thank you for being my daddy, thank you for what you left usI swear to protect, and the only way to carry on, is carry onMy nigga little Mike, my nigga G-Slim, and my cousin Larry goneI ain`t trying to question God, but why so youngThat`s why from daylight to night time I got my gunThis fucking thing we call life ain`t nothing but a phaseThat`s why you better keep your faith,or you`re that thug in the graveChorus: repeat 4X[Snoop Dogg]Rest in peace khaki`s creasedFrom the east side of Long BeachPouring out liquor, thinking about my homieCause I can`t understand how it went downWe used to clown from town to townClaiming dogg poundTook you on lollapalooza with a niggaL0Dog you my niggaIf you don`t get no biggerSpanky Loco from the the dub, and Little Man from the IDear God why them good niggas have to dieI can`t reminisce too longCause I`m in a war zoneIf I sleep, slip, trip I might get blasted onSo I`m gone mash on homebut on the way I see some of my enemiesAnd they tripping on meCause I fuck with Master PBut I;m heated, so beat itAnd another 87 case, I really don`t need itProceeded, I ain`t gone cry for the homieShit we gone celebrateCause we now the homeboy is in a safer and better placeChorus: repeat 3X