Текст песни Snoop Doggy Dogg f Tha Dogg Pound, Lil` - Murder Was The Case soundtrack
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(Lil` Style)Nine in the mornin, feds at my door (my door)Lou Cortez creakin cross the hardwood floor (right)Dippin thru the alley I made my escapeDidn`t even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tapeMan with no music but happy he`s freeBailin fast as I can bail down 19th StreetI got my sacks in my pocket and at least a grandGold on my knuckle, my pistol`s closed in handI`m a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBCRemotely controlled by the bomb-ityBut just livin in big city is a serious taskDidn`t know what the feds wanted, didn`t have time to ask(Snoop Doggy Dogg)We`re comin with that G shit, that C shit that makin niggas sickHow does it feel to see a G from your clique?Wake up, jumped out of bed wit my grin on (why?)Last night`s dice game got my win onAbout a G and a half is what I come withbut twenty five G`s is what I left with*?Teatley?* was the word I heardI went deep in my pockets and threw my stars on the coneGimme the dice so I can break you niggasI threw a C (C-I-X) so my point was the biggieSeven-four-four-tre back to backI sent two fools back to their lizzack(Kurupt)See now I`m off to the graveyard shiftand I gots ta pay my dues to make my gripBut I chill cos my ho might callAin`t no thang cos I sleeps all day and slang when night fallAnd I takes a quick walk up the blockwith my Glock cocke, ready to make a stop where I set up shopon 59th and 8th Ave where all the homies be hanginThat`s where a nigga`ll be slanginI`m makin a cool grip of shit, this ain`t meso I put my chips together and cops a quarter kiAnd now the shops on deckand everything that`s mines I protect with a Tek, I don`t half stepNow I got endsand I`m rollin a Lexus, fuck a Benz, and so many new friendsBut I could only trust a fewand unawarely I trusted youBut if only G(Snoop)It`s Snoop, homies from the motherfuckin get-goDevoted and quotin, back in `84I was thirteen, G was a year olderbut I still wadn`t afraid to throw him from his shouldersGettin good on the hood was the anticipationand yeah, King Park was the destinationEvery nigga that I knew was at the Park that nighteven the smokers that be levellin gettin sparked tonight(Lil` Style)Back on the streets, straight blue and greycos I represent like every dayNigga you can`t tell me I don`t be on the spotwhen I can tell you all the homies that done get shotFrom at least about five years agowhen I was in junior high goin to MarshallThe homey use to come up to the school and rockand leave and have the bitches flockin his jockDamn them was the days of the pastbut since the Pizzound formed we been whippin people`s assAnd everybody a blastand if you don`t believe me nigga you can axe the homey DazAnd that`s your assFucked around and let Young Swoop take your cash (ha ha)He didn`t even run, he walked away (bust)cos I let it sit that dayI wished I was there I would`ve clownedbut that`s why we axed your bitch ass from the PoundCos he wouldn`t even squad backMan we can`t fuck with no niggas like thatHe`ll get us all crackedIf the police was behind us, he wouldn`t even jump out with the strapNow that`s what I call a beeyatch! (Beeiyitch!)I second the emotion you was dropped the clique (yeah yeah)(Snoop)Some of these nigga are bitches tooAnd some of these niggas look just like youSo if you`ve ever been *?toetone?*go out and get your roll on you punk ass nigga, you`ll get stole on(Dat Nigga Daz)