Álbum Neva Left de Snoop Dogg - Canciones

Neva Left

2017 |

Estilo(s) | G-Funk

Sello | Doggy Style Records

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Listado de canciones del álbum Neva Left

Neva LeftVer letra 5:07

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letra de Neva Left
Dogg, what up, mane?

Word on the streets is you ain't what you used to be

I gang bang to the fullest

A lot of niggas talk about it but they really don't do it, do they?

So I'm doin' it for y'all

Marco, I bust, I'ma ruin it for y'all

Stomp that, strap up, mash up

And get it crackin' with the slapper, jacker

Smacker, rapper? Nah nigga, that ain't me

Gangsta? Yeah nigga, can't you see?

Rider, like the tonners on my Chevrolet

West Coast, motherfucker, that's the only way

Yeah homie, what you say?

Home of the Wook, Wok and Gunplay

A lot of homies shoot to J

But most of 'em prefer to shoot the K

Yeah, that's the good life

And where we come from, loc, that's the hood life

Where you mama and daddy

Told to set up out the room while they swingin' the caddy

That's on the set, tats on they neck

Streets sweet with the heat, yep, they stay on deck

I'm dazed and blazed, no confusin', I'm choosin'

This how I was raised

I bring that out and bag it up, no doubt

Swing it out and let it up and bang that out

This Crips, nigga

That's crazy, cuz

You know my whole life, I wanted to be a gangsta, mane

I used to see my OG home boys at King Park

Ridin' on bikes but they came with they flags on the end

See Stacey Adams, fine woman

That shit was fast and late

The Miles Davis of gangbangin' and crack slangin'

Drivin' a fresh rock, run 'em with blocks in 'em

Fresh out the county, I'm boxin' 'em

Moved on up and bought a continental, nigga, I'm knockin' it

Now I'm rockin' it, '61 blockin' it

If y'all ridin' by, my nigga, we cockin' it

We poppin' on imposters, fake ass mobsters

East side niggas, ain't no stoppin' us

My recipe is treachery

The best in me, nigga, the West to be

A better place for the one of Ace

Put a 9 millimetre in your fuckin' face

And let you say your grace before you have a taste

Of reality, set in, yeah, this your fate

Now your homies at your funeral

Plottin' on some get back

But you can't get back 'cause nigga, you dated

Another sad gangsta story

And usually ones with the territory

No nuts, no glory

No pain, no gain

Life for a nigga growin' up in the game

This slangin' thang

Drinkin', sell a lil' cocaine

Get locked up for a minute now we in it to win it

Now everybody know me

They watchin' the makings of a real OG

Yeah, they say if you watch somethin' long enough, you'll become it

You know, they say imitation is the best form of flattery

That's what I was told

A lot of niggas is imitatin' me 'cause real gangsta shit

You ain't cut from it

You dig?

Yeah, scarin' all the white folk

While stayin' on the right note

And you can quote me if you want to

Don't say what you will do, nigga, what you gon' do?

I'm live in the flesh

Caught him on Imperial left five in his chest

Survive in the west

It's everyday cycle, you never know what might go blam

And how you like me now?

Crip 'til you slip, Mr. Big Bow Wow

Yeah, it's my chance to prance

I got ants in my pants and I needs to dance

I go for broke, no joke

I gotta put my drink down, I'm tryna C walk, loc

See I'ma take off, break off

And make off with the cash

At the pad with, a thick lil bitch, she super bad

Gangsta, gangsta

Futuristic

Snoop Dogg

48 hunnid

C's up, yeah

Shoot or shout out to my home boys

Harlem 30

Yeah, real shit

All my niggas on the East coast

6-0's, Eight Tray, Hoovers

Main Street, all my niggas in Compton

And the South side, ya dig?

Nutty Blocc

Santana

Oh, can't forget them Long Beach niggas

East side the same

Rollin 20 Crips

19th Street

West side, you know what's hatnin'

Saten Day, West Coast

North side on the block

All hood, yeah

Crip shit
Composición: Calvin Broadus, David Porter, Isaac Hayes, John Groover, Michael Cox, Jr.
Moment I FearedVer letra 2:27

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[Rick Rock:]

I wear my heart on my sleeve, but it's a purple heart (purple heart)

North bay, water mammals, known with killer sharks (killer sharks)

I'm from the 7-O-7, it's no heaven (it's no heaven)

I'm a Top 5 Mobb, Hi-fi veteran (Hi-fi veteran)

Ricky Rock my nigga, I got slaps (got slaps)

You can play him for hours, back to back (back to back)

Niggas on your team that love that money over everything

Can never be loyal, now take that back to the soil

Anywhere on earth, and it'll work

I'm just sharing my experience I lurk for what it's worth

Maybe it's a [?] 'cause I don't trust y'all

I'm in a love, caught some grapes in a buzz ball, trippin' like

Look at this shit here (here)

This sucker shit is running rampant, it's the moment I fear

It was the moment I fear

My nigga it was the moment I fear

My nigga it was the moment I fear

My nigga it was the moment I fear

[Snoop Dogg:]

Ricky is tricky, the game is gettin' slippery

This shit is a maze, cuz singing like a Tempree

I disappear for one minute 'til they miss me

Another TV show, more dough, I'm makin' history

Now I'm back at your service

Wish me luck dear, I'm scared and I'm nervous

You never left you brought that hood back with ya

I'm the real deal, I ain't got bullshit with ya

Another one I wanna make, another joint I wanna make

Open up and put some candles on my dick

Twenty-five and countin', adds my face in the Kushmore Mountain

Can't be scared of your pony dawg, own if you want it, trip this

This sucker shit is running rampant, it's the moment I fear

[Rick Rock:]

It was the moment I fear

My nigga it was the moment I fear

My nigga it was the moment I fear

My nigga it was the moment I fear

Yeah, my nigga it was the moment I fear

My nigga it was the moment I fear

My nigga it was the moment I fear

My nigga it was the moment I fear

Yeah, my nigga it was the moment I fear
Composición: Calvin Broadus, Ricardo ThomasMezclas: Rick Rock (2)Featuring: Rick Rock (2)Músicos invitados: Frank Vasquez (Recorded By), Shon Lawon (Recorded By)
Bacc In Da DayzVer letra 3:49

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letra de Bacc In Da Dayz
Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden...

I used to come through with the tools and Glocks

Party don't rock like it used to rock

Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock

I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks

I used to come through with the tools and Glocks

Party don't rock like it used to rock

Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock

I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks

Standin' amazing, hit you in the brain

Get with Snoop Dogg, he can put you in the game

Put you on the stage, maybe even front page

Get a little fortune, have a little fame

Kill 'em with class, toes to the boogie while you fill up your glass

So quick, so fast

No razzmatazz, I'm just an eastside nigga

With my gangster ass, twenties

I used to pinch pennies

Only Gs, I don't fuck with no [?]

My clique is sick, it expandin'

To outlaws, riders and bandits

What you gon' do

When we coming to a hood near you?

You know I used to come through with the tools and Glocks

Party don't rock like it used to rock

Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock

I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks

I used to come through with the tools and Glocks

Party don't rock like it used to rock

Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock

I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks

What's beef? 'Cause beef is in the kitchen

What you want dog? I'm on a million-dollar mission

How can you get it if you ain't been through shit?

I'm just a seed that was planted by Ruthless

My family tree is so G, we was cut from the cloth called LBC

Crybaby, used to C-Walk at the park

Pitbulls on a leash that would never bark

Real love, real dubs, real [?]

Trip Locc, kin folk, and Wayniac

Peace to the deceased that passed away

"Duces 'n Trayz: The Old Fashioned Way"

What you gon' do

When we pull up in a hood near you?

You know I used to come through with the tools and Glocks

Party don't rock like it used to rock

Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock

I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks

I used to come through with the tools and Glocks

Party don't rock like it used to rock

Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock

I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks

Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden...

Yeah, certified official gangsta shit

Unfiltered, like a pack of humps, nigga

Detrimental to all and any that disrespect or deviate from the G calls

It's either hog status or buster status

It ain't no in betweens

You can't wake up and put this on, nigga

Every breath you breathe gotta be committed to this shit

Clappin' niggas, tappin' switches, mackin' bitches

Mansion business and stackin riches

It's all a part of that lifestyle we created back in the days for the world to follow

Gs up, forever

The boss dogg an' Tha General, front line and on the east side
Composición: Alan Gorrie, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Calvin Broadus, Hamish Stuart, J. Massey (2), Kamaal Fareed, Leon Ware, Malcolm Duncan, Malik Taylor, Minnie Riperton, Owen McIntyre, Richard Rudolph, Roger Ball, Steve Ferrone, Tracy DavisMezclas: Frank VasquezFeaturing: Tray DeeMúsicos invitados: Frank Vasquez (Recorded By)
Promise You ThisVer letra 2:51

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letra de Promise You This
Say man that nigga Snoop Dogg promised me a record deal man

That nigga promised me he was gon' come over man and do some things with me man

That nigga Snoop Dogg promised me, man the nigga promised a whole lotta stuff man

But he didn't come through man

Look nigga, I'ma promise you this

One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I'ma promise you this

With your hand up you need to man up, lil' bitch

I'ma promise you this

Nigga had to walk 'bout four days

These niggas actin' like hoes nowadays

When I was young I used to hustle for my own shit

A 20 nigga slanging with them insane crips

I made my way out they call me Snoop Eastwood

Didn't forget where I came from, went back to the hood

Signed niggas, gave jobs and I made bail

And kept a lot of motherfuckers from goin' back to jail

Retail, hoe sale, OG's won't tell

Oh yeah they will, oh yeah they will

But I paid no mind I get back on my grind

I had a football dream to have a football league and I did that

One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I'ma promise you this

With your hand up you need to man up, lil' bitch

I'ma promise you this

One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I'ma promise you this

With your hand up you need to man up, lil' bitch

I'ma promise you this

Niggas said something outta place, dawg

I'ma let it go, I can't catch a case dawg

These motherfuckers prayin' on my downfall

I run the paint when it comes to this roundball

See I'm a legendary nigga doin' legendary shit

Smoking on the blunt with your temporary bitch

One thing's for certain, two thangs for sho

I'm a Long Beach nigga everywhere that I go

If I do, if I don't, if I will, if I won't

See time is money and it's the first of the month

Quit actin' funny my nigga

And go get your money my nigga

He do, 3, 2

One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I'ma promise you this

With your hand up you need to man up, lil' bitch

I'ma promise you this

One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I'ma promise you this

With your hand up you need to man up, lil' bitch

I'ma promise you this

Say man (I'ma promise you this)

Look I don't even promise my wife or my kids nothin'

So what I look like promising you something nigga (I'ma promise you this)

Look here you need to get a get something

One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I'ma promise you this

With your hand up you need to man up, lil' bitch

I'ma promise you this
Composición: Calvin Broadus, Regis BellMezclas: Dupri (2)Músicos invitados: Shon Lawon (Recorded By)
Trash BagsVer letra 3:27

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[Female Voice:]

You gotta come to freak girls right now

It's poppin', like, niggas is throwing money left to right

I say you bring that bag

Music Major

[K Camp (Snoop Dogg):]

Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash

Count that

Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash

Count that

Count that up, count that up, count that up

Count that

Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash

Count that

(Twenties), count that

(Hundreds), count that

(Dollars), count that

(Money), count that

(Paper)

Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash

Count that

[Snoop Dogg:]

Passion, Angy, Keshia, Brandy

Tangy, paradise, obsession and candy

Lily, butterfly

What are you, what am I?

Bella, Lauren, Linda Rose

On the stage, on the pole

Oceanate, Pina Colada

At the top, on the bottom

Ace of diamonds, keep 'em shinin'

Crazy girls oh yeah we got 'em

Daisy it's crazy, and so as the home gon' red

Don't fuck around when it come around to pickin' up that bread

It's yours

[K Camp (Snoop Dogg):]

Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash

Count that

Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash

Count that

Count that up, count that up, count that up

Count that

Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash

Count that

(Twenties), count that

Hundreds), count that

(Dollars), count that

(Money), count that

(Paper)

Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash

Count that

[Snoop Dogg:]

Peaches and Desiree, baby girl that's from the A

KeKe and Showtime, there's no time like today

Champagne, Tyra, Coco and Chocolate

Stina and Devina, I'm lovin' how ya'll poppin' it

XO, Hennessy, Patrón and lime after

Baby say, "roll the J", tangerine with pineapple

Daisy it's crazy, and so as the home gon' red

Don't fuck around when it come around to pickin' up that bread

It's yours

[K Camp:]

Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash

Count that

Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash

Count that

Count that up, count that up, count that up

Count that

Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash

Count that

Count that, count that, count that, count that

Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash

Count that
Composición: Q. L. Cook, T. M. Wells, Jr., Calvin Broadus, Kristopher CampbellMezclas: Hershey BlakkFeaturing: K CampMúsicos invitados: Shon Lawon (Recorded By)
SwivelVer letra 4:16

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[Stresmatic & Snoop Dogg:]

I can send a missile

I got my head on a swivel, swivel

I got my head on a swivel

Eyes peeled when I wiggle

I got my head on a swivel, swivel

I got my head on a swivel

This is not a starter pistol (No, no)

I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah)

I got my head on a swivel

If you need me just whistle

I got my head on a swivel, swivel

I got my head on a swivel

[Snoop Dogg:]

From the depths of the sea

Blowing trees in the big leagues

I got a plan, I'm going ham on all you DBs

You better double me up, safety cover me up

Single coverage won't work boy, I'll burn him up

Give me the damn ball, move the chains at the same time

Dressed to impress when it's game time, flame mine

I'm wide open, hoping, scoping out the sea

Catch a quick screen, cake walk on your whole team

Will he beam, will he run, will he walk, talk, or will he lean

I need riders and goons when I build a team

I get it cracking with the snap of the wrist

It's nothing less than a championship, now peep this

Call a few plays then break the huddle

Check that D, they in the zone no rebuttal

I can throw a strike down the pipe about 80

Hand full of rings, I'm shady like Brady

[Stressmatic & Snoop Dogg:]

I can send a missile

I got my head on a swivel, swivel

I got my head on a swivel

Eyes peeled when I wiggle

I got my head on a swivel, swivel

I got my head on a swivel

This is not a starter pistol (No, no)

I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah)

I got my head on a swivel

If you need me just whistle

I got my head on a swivel, swivel

I got my head on a swivel

[Snoop Dogg:]

I'm in full beast mode, too code to be cut down

Lifting weights, staying in shape, won't be shut down

Antonio Brown or Julio Jones

One on each side, now who do you zone

They on me like a bloodhound cause I won't go down

It's like a merry-go-round the way I'm bending my routes

I'm so sick with this, they can't stick me

Stick to to this

Sports Illustrated, get a flick of this

Lost him, cross him, quarterback toss

Highest point homie had the Randy Moss him

One hand as I shook him off me

Some OBJ with a dab of that DJ coffin, get off me

Call a few plays then break the huddle

Check that D, they in the zone no rebuttal

I can throw a strike down the pipe about 80

Hand full of rings, I'm shady like Brady

[Stressmatic & Snoop Dogg:]

I can send a missile

I got my head on a swivel, swivel

I got my head on a swivel

Eyes peeled when I wiggle

I got my head on a swivel, swivel

I got my head on a swivel

This is not a starter pistol (No, no)

I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah)

I got my head on a swivel

If you need me just whistle

I got my head on a swivel, swivel

I got my head on a swivel

[Snoop Dogg:]

If you play wing back, slot end, or receiver

You got to outwork your opponent or you won't receive a

Pass from the quarterback cause he's under pressure

They get a couple 1DB's about to press up

Looking apart from the start, on the dress up

Coach on the play, I'm hoping that he don't mess up

Ayy back up off me, you playing me close

You bout to be hot buttered on a breakfast toast

I rock it out and find my way into the endzone

A couple cheerleaders want to be in my friendzone

I tell 'em "Cool," I keep my head in the game

Cause I'm ahead of the game and I'm a veteran man

Call a few plays then break the huddle

Check that D, they in the zone no rebuttal

I can throw a strike down the pipe about 80

Hand full of rings, I'm shady like Brady

[Stressmatic & Snoop Dogg:]

I can send a missile

I got my head on a swivel, swivel

I got my head on a swivel

Eyes peeled when I wiggle

I got my head on a swivel, swivel

I got my head on a swivel

This is not a starter pistol (No, no)

I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah)

I got my head on a swivel

If you need me just whistle

I got my head on a swivel, swivel

I got my head on a swivel

A swivel
Composición: Calvin Broadus, Ricardo Thomas, Thomas JacksonMezclas: Rick Rock (2)Featuring: StressmaticMúsicos invitados: Kyle Murphy (2) (Recorded By), Travis \ (Recorded By)
Go OnVer letra 3:10

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letra de Go On
[October London:]

As we go on... (We go on)

Like we do... (Like we do)

When it's hot outside... (Hot outside)

I just wanna chill with you... (Chill with you)

What you need? (What you need?)

Is put ya mind at ease... (Mind at ease)

Here's a little sun shinin', drink and a summer breeze

Oh! Do-do-do, do-do-do

Let's smoke and ride...

Baby if you feel the same, let me know

(If you feel the same, then let me know)

I wanna rock ya, girl... (Oh!)

Yes I do!

What you got to lose?

[Snoop Dogg:]

You done made it to see a whole 'nother summer and it feel good

Stop, now, top down through the neighborhood

Let the wind blow, open up the window

That girl is poison like Bell Biv Devoe

We have a barbeque to do at four

Swimming pool party in the back on the low

BYOB, and the plates of food will be laid out for free

Little kids get down, I'll have a bus pull up with Tommy The Clown

Now do The Jerk, get crunk, go to work

And do that dance that'll make your whole damn body hurt

Playing mama dear, calm and clear

This that time of the year

For everybody to be boisterous

Rock with Snoop Dogg and rejoice to this

[October London:]

As we go on... (We go on)

Like we do... (Like we do)

When it's hot outside... (Hot outside)

I just wanna chill with you... (Chill with you)

What you need? (What you need?)

Is put ya mind at ease... (Mind at ease)

Here's a little sun shinin', drink and a summer breeze

Oh! Do-do-do, do-do-do

Let's smoke and ride...

Baby if you feel the same, let me know

(If you feel the same, then let me know)

I wanna rock ya, girl... (Oh!)

Yes I do!

What you got to lose?

[Snoop Dogg:]

Shined up my white walls, night falls

I'm feeling hella good

I'm doin thangs that you never would

Like surfin with the sharks, or shootin in the dark

Riding on a bike with my grandson at the park

Evolve while I elevate, take flight, levitate

Breakfast for dinner, I'm cold as a mother, but the summer ain't the winter

Finna, bend a, corner, on a three wheel motion

I'm heading to the ocean, caravan full of cars

Neighborhood stars, up and down the boulevard

We go, till we can't go no more

It's me and mines, it's summertime

You go off and we go on

[October London:]

As we go on... (We go on)

Like we do... (Like we do)

When it's hot outside... (Hot outside)

I just wanna chill with you... (Chill with you)

What you need? (What you need?)

Is put ya mind at ease... (Mind at ease)

Here's a little sun shinin', drink and a summer breeze

Oh! Do-do-do, do-do-do

Let's smoke and ride...

Baby if you feel the same, let me know

(If you feel the same, then let me know)

I wanna rock ya, girl... (Oh!)

Yes I do!

What you got to lose?
Composición: Calvin Broadus, Christopher Steven Brown, Jared Samuel ErskineMezclas: Brody BrownFeaturing: October LondonMúsicos invitados: Brody Brown (Recorded By)
Big MouthVer letra 4:01

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letra de Big Mouth
You know there is always some big mouth-ass motherfucker talkin' shit

There's always some big mouth motherfucker hatin'

Always a nigga hatin', there's always somebody that is displeased with what you do you can never make motherfuckers happy

There is always somebody unsatisfied that feels entitled

There is always some bitch on the side line talkin' shit with her big mouth

There is always some big mouth-ass nigga talkin' 'bout what you shoulda do with your money and what you coulda or would or shoulda, it's just..

You understand me? Big Mouth with your big mouth ass!

You got a big mouth (yeah nigga)

Big mouth (you too)

You got a big mouth (I can't forget you)

A big mouth, a big mouth

You got a big mouth (yeah nigga)

Big mouth (you too)

You got a big mouth (I can't forget you)

A big mouth, a big mouth

There's a rumor being spread about me and my crew

About something we did or supposed to do

You might not heard of it yet or maybe you have

But when I first heard it all I did was laugh

I used to get angry and all uptight

You can say what you want just spell my name right

Cause all I'm ever guilty of is rockin' the house

But that's not what the rumor was all about

So if you like to hate tell all your friends

And if you don't wait until you see me again

This way I can hear it from the horses mouth

Right then and there we can straighten it out

Cause I don't get involved with he said she said

So take my advice and quit while you ahead

Because one day I just might not laugh

I pull up and pop a cap in your ass

You got a big mouth (yeah nigga)

Big mouth (you too)

You got a big mouth (I can't forget you)

A big mouth, a big mouth

You got a big mouth (yeah nigga)

Big mouth (you too)

You got a big mouth (I can't forget you)

A big mouth, a big mouth

People used to say you got a big mouth

Now I understand what they're talking about

Because what we do is just between me and you

And that's something that you ran and tell your crew

But you had to told Sheran and she told Cara

Then the story rolled on just like a wheelbarah

Cara told Bibi and she told [?] talking to her mam

[?]

And somehow my nigga [?]

He told somebody new from town

They called me up and put me down

Now the whole damn show is been changed around

And that's the reason why ain't fuck with you now

Cause you never shoulda open your mouth at all

And I wouldn't have no reason to make this call

You got a big mouth (yeah nigga)

Big mouth (you too)

You got a big mouth (I can't forget you)

A big mouth, a big mouth

You got a big mouth (yeah nigga)

Big mouth (you too)

You got a big mouth (I can't forget you)

A big mouth, a big mouth

You got a big mouth (yeah nigga)

Big mouth (you too)

You got a big mouth (I can't forget you)

A big mouth, a big mouth

You got a big mouth (yeah nigga)

Big mouth (you too)

You got a big mouth (I can't forget you)

A big mouth, a big mouth

Now you're the dime dropper of the neighborhood

And everytime I see you up to no good

Just like a snake rollin' on the ground

Looking for some new dirt to spread around

Now you're the dime dropper of the neighborhood

And everytime I see you up to no good

Just like a snake rollin' on the ground

Looking for some new dirt to spread around

You got a big mouth (yeah nigga)

Big mouth (you too)

You got a big mouth (I can't forget you)

A big mouth, a big mouth

You got a big mouth (yeah nigga)

Big mouth (you too)

You got a big mouth (I can't forget you)

A big mouth, a big mouth
Composición: Calvin Broadus, Kevin GilliamMezclas: DJ BattlecatMúsicos invitados: Travis \ (Recorded By)
Toss ItVer letra 3:14

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letra de Toss It
Shoot nigga, let me shoot

Oh you ain't throwin' shit, nigga I'm throwing' this, I'm throwin this

Wait nigga, I'm hittin' nigga

Ah, uh, come on now

Nigga, hit, nigga

[?] these brand new pair of shoes

Nigga, poppin' these [?]

League of Starz

[?] makes this shit [?]

[Nef Tha Pharaoh:]

She throw it to a nigga, I'ma toss it

She throw it to a nigga, I'ma toss it

Boss nigga, boss shit, I got boss dick

Fresh fast done fucked a coffin

She throw it to a nigga, I'ma toss it

She throw it to a nigga, I'ma toss it

Boss nigga, boss shit, I got boss dick

Fresh fast done fucked a coffin

[Snoop Dogg:]

Hoe ass nigga in the club full of young hoes

Smoking backwoods with the Migos

Dranking my drank in the glass, no cup in the cut, ducked off gettin' fucked up

Nothin' but family around me

Man these hoes are astounding

She say she went to school with my young son

Fuck around and get popped with the pop gun

Cute lil' bitch

Told me that her daddy was a 8-Trey crip

I did time with the nigga, four months

Cut to the chase lil' bitch, you wanna fuck?

'Cause if you do, this's what's gon' pop

No pictures and no photoshop

Just get your lean and soda pop

Get with the program, jump in the bro-ham (Biatch)

[Nef Tha Pharaoh:]

She throw it to a nigga, I'ma toss it

She throw it to a nigga, I'ma toss it

Boss nigga, boss shit, I got boss dick

Fresh fast done fucked a coffin

She throw it to a nigga, I'ma toss it

She throw it to a nigga, I'ma toss it

Boss nigga, boss shit, I got boss dick

Fresh fast done fucked a coffin

[Too $hort:]

Ole ass nigga with some young bitches

Sugar daddies talking bout some come get this

Not me, fuck y'all, I tell her young ass she better break me off

You niggas way too soft

She need a player like me you gotta take that loss

I want the money and the honey

Even though I'm a pimp and a player she still wants me

She's in the family now

I got the next nigga waiting on them hand me down

But she'd show up with Snoop, hanging out

See the wet stain on her panties now

Mad as fuck but he ain't saying shit

Cause we got more bitches than we came here with

Somehow some way gotta save the bit

But you crazy if you thinking we that we ain't gonna hit it (nigga)

[Nef Tha Pharaoh:]

She throw it to a nigga, I'ma toss it

She throw it to a nigga, I'ma toss it

Boss nigga, boss shit, I got boss dick

Fresh fast done fucked a coffin

She throw it to a nigga, I'ma toss it

She throw it to a nigga, I'ma toss it

Boss nigga, boss shit, I got boss dick

Fresh fast done fucked a coffin
Composición: Calvin Broadus, Donte Blacksher, Todd Shaw, Tonee HayesMezclas: Dnyc3Featuring: Nef The Pharoah, Too ShortMúsicos invitados: Frank Vasquez (Recorded By), Travis \ (Recorded By)
420 (Blaze Up)Ver letra 4:25

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letra de 420 (Blaze Up)
[Snoop Dogg:]

Whenever I'm down and out I get back to myself

I roll a motherfucking fat back to myself

Leave it to beaver, America gon' legalize but I ain't believe her

Til she finally did it

Overworked but I'm still committed

All things under the letter G, Snoop Dogg done did it

Gracefully gazing unto the sky

A lot of people smoke just to get by

But I see things much differently

Medically, physically, mentally, theoretically

Put it in a letter so you let it be

One day we'll all agree and have peace up under a big chronic tree

If I had my way at 4:20 every day you could blaze a J

And not have to answer to nobody

I live my life like it's a party

So let's go cuz

So go ahead and blaze up

Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh)

So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke)

Na-na-na-na-na-nanana (Get high)

Na-na-na-na-na-nananana

[Devin The Dude:]

I blaze up soon as I raise up from out of my sleep

I got me a sweet

I hope they legalize it here, I'm tired of police

You think you could smoke like my & Snoop, don't try to compete

I'll still blaze with ya, fire that ho up

If smoking weed is going down, then I'ma show up

Weed is where I'm needed, it's a necessity

If I ain't got it, little shit get the best of me

I even put it in my food, I got a brownie recipe

You eat one piece man your ass'll be fucked up for six or seven hours or so

Then I got plenty of flowers to blow

Smoke it in the paper, cigar, a bong

Don't worry about the haters, just vibe to the song

And do it however you please, you please

Today's the day to smoke weed

So go ahead and blaze up

Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh)

So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke)

Na-na-na-na-na-nanana (Get high)

Na-na-na-na-na-nanana

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Damn, a pound ain't really nothing now

Remember smoking with my cousin

Now we all Raw cone stuffing

Enough to wake neighbors up

KK my favorite flavor

And you ain't gotta ask cause we major

I smoke like them old players

Only put it in the paper

I just started recently letting niggas smoke blunts around me

Known to keep the room cloudy

Get a bad bitch, sit her down, let her smoke, now she open

The best trees I be smoking

Smell it through the bag so it's potent

Even get it on the plane, TSA don't even notice

Ran in the burner, he done taught a young nigga how to grow it

A pothead but I be focused

And it ain't in my session if it's bullshit

Only the best what you dealing with

It's legal now, everybody's doing this

So go ahead and blaze up

Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh)

So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke)

Na-na-na-na-na-nanana (Get high)

Na-na-na-na-na-nanana

Go ahead and blaze up

Today's the day to blaze up

So go ahead and put your J's up

Na-na-na-na-na-nanana

Na-na-na-na-na-nanana na

Come and smoke with me tonight, tonight
Composición: Calvin Broadus, Cameron Thomaz, Devin Copeland, Kevin Gilliam, Lamar EdwardsMezclas: DJ BattlecatFeaturing: DJ Battlecat, Devin The Dude, Wiz KhalifaMúsicos invitados: Shon Lawon (Recorded By), Travis \ (Recorded By), Shon Lawon (Vocals [Additional])
Lavender (Nightfall Remix)Ver letra 3:15

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My dawgs don't bark, but they get off

Fuck around and get your whole face bit off

Sinister, spit truth like a minister

So until I'm a monster, when it's the right time

Night time, nigga tryna creep

And keep from dyin' in these motherfuckin' streets

Fuck the police, from a black man's point of view

Spray that shit, say that shit

We right in front of you, each and every one of you

I'm not gon' tell y'all niggas what we gonna do

But whatever y'all did, put two on it

And put a foot on your neck with a shoe on it

Resident evil, it's all on camera and they still don't believe you

Clownin' around, don't come your clown ass 'round here

Nigga you gon' get down

Real talk, I'm leavin' all you clown ass niggas outlined in chalk

Stay black, payback from way back

I'm the homie, 'but the motherfuckin' homie don't play that

And the night will fall, this is death to you all

When the nighttime falls, this the final call

This the final call, call, call

The final call, see reparations will be tooken

Now it ain't no fun when the rabbit got the gun, ha

Motherfuckers, trip this

Cut them motherfuckers off the leash

It's been a week since my dogs ate, let 'em eat

See I'ma tell you upfront and uncut

See I'm a stand up nigga, I'm a man up nigga

Get what I gotta get, a bitch nigga gon' talk a whole lot of shit

Which is the main reason why you stuck around

And I don't fuck around

I'm blowin' new purple in a new circle

I don't wanna hurt you but I will spurt you

And send you back to the earth, you

Came from, game gun

Same one, that I used in another galaxy

Actually, it's all fact to me

If I ruled the world would it come back to me?

Black to me, with my hand on that thang thang

I'm from the home of the brave, land of the gang bang

And the night will fall, this is death to you all

When the nighttime falls, this the final call

This the final call, call, call
Composición: Alex Sowinski, Calvin Broadus, Chester Hansen, Leland Whitty, Louis Kevin Celestin, Matthew A. TavaresMezclas: Frank Vasquez, Travis \Featuring: BadBadNotGood, KaytranadaMúsicos invitados: Frank Vasquez (Recorded By), Travis \ (Recorded By)
Let Us BeginVer letra 3:42

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[KRS-One:]

Yeah! La la la...

What up Snoop?

KRS in the building

Listen! Listen!

Too much brr brr brr

Too many people getting brred [?]

All you hear is brr brr brr in the streets

People grip and they eat just to settle they beefs

Brr brr

Now you getting chased by police

You running to the west, running to the east

But the problem is you under the beast

Brr brr brr - now your brother's deceased

We need peace

Not brr in the streets

The brr in Iraq lasts for weeks

Wack rappers, I'm crushing these creeps

Every time I spit they get weak

Knowledge reigns supreme

I take you back to the days when the telephone used to brring

I'm reading the sacred script

KRS, Battlecat, Snoop in it

[Snoop Dogg:]

Let us begin

What, where, why or when?

Most of my homeboys are dead or in the pen

While I'm at the top, upfront getting it in

Open doors, fuck that cuh, we kick them in

Blast master, blast faster

No more slave mentality, cause now we the masters

Ready for whatever cause you know that they after us

Clear the scene with the beam, cuh, this shit could get disastrous

By any means necessary, peeking out the window

Watching all this sucker shit, look at the pretenders

Thinking how the rap game was

I dig, I dug, I push, I shove, yeah I fell out of love

But it ain't no thing, telephone ring

They don't make 'em like they make 'em when I used to bang

So I try to show the little homies different things

How to diversify, and change different lanes

Learn to read a little, exercise your brain

Mental gymnastics, it's a cold game

Always knew that they would try and trip me, trick me but they couldn't

Cause all my teachers and doctors were curious to the furnace

The honorable speaks

Like Minister Louis Farrakhan my influence is deep

Cause it's truth

What's that? You don't like that?

Well we fight back. And we'll be right back

Let us begin

What, where, why or when?

Most of my homeboys are dead or in the pen

While I'm at the top, upfront getting it in

Open doors, fuck that cuh, we kick them in

Blast master, blast faster

No more slave mentality, cause now we the masters

Ready for whatever cause you know that they after us

Clear the scene with the beam, cuh, this shit could get disastrous
Composición: R. S. Lewis, Calvin Broadus, Kevin Gilliam, Lawrence Krisna ParkerMezclas: DJ BattlecatFeaturing: KRS-OneMúsicos invitados: Shon Lawon (Recorded By), Janice Freeman (Vocals [Additonal])
Mount KushmoreVer letra 3:48

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Ayy ayy step back motherfucker, watch out!

[Gunshot]

La la la la la

We don't give a fuck

Ayy y'all niggas ain't fucking with us, nigga

La la la la la

Imma get it like this nigga

[Redman:]

Yo I got the green, Don Juan

I'm in the hood, blow the horn, bom-bom

This pimpin' ain't for free, here's a coupon

My backwoods packs I turn to a futon

I got my eyes on seven figures

And I'mma get it whether I move crooked like Jack Thriller's

I'm shittin' on em, I smell like a winner

Don't hit the bathroom for like forty-forty-five minutes

Redman and we up in this bitch, huh

I never cruise, I work to be the top gun

And I'm a dog off the collar, the marijuana globe trotters

You's got bud, I holler

Ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke

When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke

We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again)

Ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke

When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke

We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again)

[B-Real:]

It's the four horsemen

Call for reinforcements

We ain't looking for endorsements

We absorb your portions

[Method Man:]

I ain't here to bring the East back (nah), I'm here to relapse

And now I'm outta rehab they ask me where the weed at

Go get a weed app (homie), I got that weed that have your P.O getting P.O, ask me where to pee at

My G, pack the streets of New York, I give em G-Rap

I'm kool, on the road to riches to get my G back

I'll be that, killer bees mind your beeswax

Past 10 o'clock when ya still don't know where your seat at

Ask big Snoop, it don't take a Crip to see that

Be real, what you read about Meth Man, believe that

I'm nice, I gots no chill, go get a ski hat

In fact, put ya twitter on ice, chill with the feedback

[Snoop Dogg:]

From the days of Cheech and Chong, to Willie Nelson

Everywhere that I go, I blow fo sho, you smelled it

A lot of y'all fuckin' with me, sayin' I'm on your bucket list

But I ain't the one to be fuckin' with

See, I'm like a quick game of tic-tac-toe, take three in a row

Aye lil nigga, go'n hit that door

I'm back with my niggas Earth wind, no snow

And I got the fire on Mt. Kushmore

So let it rain like the leaves of a cannabis plant

When I say it, I mean it as a matter of fact

Well I outta, slip mo dick in your daughter, for starters

Leafs by Snoop, may I take your order?

Ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke

When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke

We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again)

Ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke

When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke

We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again)
Composición: J. Stella, Calvin Broadus, Clifford Smith (2), Louis Freese, Reggie NobleMezclas: SoopaflyFeaturing: B-Real, Method Man, RedmanMúsicos invitados: Shon Lawon (Recorded By), Frank Vasquez (Recorded By [Additional]), Steven J. Collins (Talkbox)
Vapors (DJ Battlecat Remix)Ver letra 6:48

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Don't disrespect me. Do not disrespect.

I don't disrespect you niggas, I don't bother you niggas. I get my money the way I do. Leave me alone. I don't disrespect you niggas.

Leave me alone. Don't disrespect me. Please, just leave me alone. I'm getting my money the way I do, I'm in my own comfort zone.

Leave me alone. Don't disrespect me. Keep to myself, you keep your yourself. Leave me alone!

Radio, TV, and even the press

They want the meaning of V-A-P-O-R-S

Now the meaning of this word without no doubt

Means nobody wants to be down when you're down and out

Now when you established and got a lot of money

Everybody wants to be your buddy and honey

Like tall buildings they call skyscrapers

(Here comes the vapors)

Can you feel it, nothing can save ya

For this is the season for catching the vapors

And since I got time, what I'm gonna do

Is tell you how it's spreading throughout my crew

Well you all know Nate Dogg, who sings on my records

"Never Leave Me Alone", "Ain't No Fun", now check it

Back in the days before Nate Dogg began

He used to try to holler at this girl named Pam

The type of female with fly Gucci gear

She had a big herringbone with a weave in her hair

When they tried to kick it, she'd always fess

Talking about, "Baby please, you out here serving stress"

Since he wasn't no type of big chronic dealer

The homie Nate Dogg didn't appeal to her

But now he sport boots that match with his suits

Push a Lexus Coupe that's extra cute

And now she stopped fronting and wants to speak and

Be coming round the Pound every single weekend

To get his beeper number she be begging please

Dying for the day to eat these

She caught the vapors

He caught the vapors

She caught the vapors

They caught the vapors

He caught the vapors

She caught the vapors

They caught the vapors

I got a little cousin that's kinda plain

He bring the heat with the beat for the Dogg Pound gang

A mellow type of fellow that's laid back

But back in the days he wasn't nothing like that

I remember when he used to scrap every day

When my auntie would tell him he would never obey

He wore his khakis hanging down with his starks untied

And a blue and grey cap that said the Eastside

Around my neighborhood the people treated him bad

They said Daz was the worst thing his mom ever had

They said he would grow up to be nothing but a gangster

Or either in jail, or someone would shank him

But now he's grown up to their surprise

D-A-Z got a hit record slanging worldwide

Now the same people that didn't like him as a child

Bumping Dogg Food, Doggfather, and Doggystyle

He caught the vapors

She caught the vapors

They caught the vapors

He caught the vapors

She caught the vapors

They caught the vapors

I got another homie from tha L-B-C

Known to y'all as DJ Warren G

He cut, scratch, transforms with finesse

...and all that mess

I remember when we first started to rock

He tried to get this job at Calvin's Record Shop

He was in it to win it, but the boss fronted

Said "Sorry Warren G but there's no help wanted"

Now my homie Warren still tried

On and on and on til the like break of dawn

To work at tha V-I-P would be the lick

But they looked right past him so my homie straight dipped

Now for the year after Regulate

Warren G is having papers so my homie's like straight

He walked into the same record shop as before

And the boss be like "Warren, welcome to my store"

Offering him a job, but nah he don't want it

Damn it feels good to see people up on it

Cause I remember when at first they wasn't

Now guess what they caught since he busting

The vapors

He caught the vapors

She caught the vapors

They caught the vapors

He caught the vapors

She caught the vapors

They caught the vapors

Last subject of the story is about Snoop Dogg

I had to work for mine to show I was a true hog

When I was a teenager I tried to be down

But since they wasn't trying to hear me I made the Dogg Pound

I saw a crew on 2-1 street and said, "Can I be down champ?"

They said no, and treated me like a wet food stamp

After getting rejected, I ain't run off the set

I sat and wrote some Dogg doo-doo rhymes at my rest

When I used to go to parties, they'd make me wait

Would have to beg to get on the mic to set MCs straight

I ain't never love no hoes I was just into my music

They acted like I wanted to keep on hanging with the juzi

But now things switched from West to East

"Yo dog do you remember me from 21st Street, G?

We used to see Daz back in the day"

It happens all the time, so brother don't be amazed

You caught the vapors

He caught the vapors

She caught the vapors

They caught the vapors

He caught the vapors

She caught the vapors

They caught the vapors
Composición: Antonio Hardy, Marcel Hall, Marlon WilliamsMezclas: DJ BattlecatFeaturing: Charlie Wilson, Teena MarieMúsicos invitados: DJ Battlecat (Recorded By), FatBoy SSE (Vocals [Intro Skit])
I'm Still Here 3:32
Composición: Calvin Broadus, Clifford Curry (3), Kevin GilliamMezclas: DJ BattlecatMúsicos invitados: Shon Lawon (Recorded By), Frank Vasquez (Recorded By [Additional]), Travis \ (Recorded By [Additional]), Kendrick Lamar (Vocals [Intro Skit])
Love Around The WorldVer letra 3:24

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[Hook - Big Bub:]

This why they show me mad love around the world

This why they show me mad love around the world

This why they show me mad love around the world

This why they show me mad love around the world

[Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg:]

I'm represented by Fetti, I'm so hardcore

Feet to the floor, up on a cord

Kick open the door, not knowing the score

I'm tatted and matted, added, that's 4 to the 4

Now we say, well is he good or he great?

Don't even wait, just clean the food off your plate

Say your grace, for the life that you make

Now he butted and skutting, cutting the knife in the steak

Wow, I'm and out of TI, all about it

Cause I handle my BI, CI, I see you

Wanna get a flair, no faking

Let's take it cause I love this shit

[Hook - Big Bub:]

This why they show me mad love around the world

This why they show me mad love around the world

This why they show me mad love around the world

This why they show me mad love around the world

[Verse 2 - Snoop Dogg:]

Now when I'm on your, my spirit's unpure

And there's no cure for sure but I adore

I walk around the town and I explore

I'm greeted by 100 fans at my front door

Encore is what they want, much more

I'm smooth like suede with a touch of valore

On the rocks, Ciroc, glass and I pour

Snoop Dogg is the shit, get your ass on the floor

You can choose best and 2 step to this

Smoked up cause my weed is the shit

Take down and break down the verse

Put the S in your chest when worst comes to worst

[Hook - Big Bub:]

This why they show me mad love around the world

This why they show me mad love around the world

This why they show me mad love around the world

This why they show me mad love around the world

[Outro - Snoop Dogg:]

Yeah all around the world

Big Bub, Snoop Dogg

Real love

From the streets to the suites

Everywhere I go

Everywhere I been

Love, love

Go head, go head, go head

Say that, say that, say that

Oh yeah they do

Another classic

That's real love right there man

All around the world

Shout out to the whole globe

Love y'all, nasty piece
Composición: Calvin Broadus, Larry Mizell, Lee DrakefordMezclas: Shon LawonFeaturing: Big BubMúsicos invitados: Shon Lawon (Recorded By)
TransitionVer letra 3:47

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[The Notorious B.I.G.:]

Is really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a quote on quote star

Jahlil Beats, holla at me

[Snoop Dogg:]

Me and my homeboys walked up in the strip club

37 deep, Long Beach, 20 crip, cous'

I could really give a fuck about a bitch, cous'

We in this motherfucker tryna hit a lick, cous'

Pouring drinks in a bitch face, tryna pop a bottle with a model

I bought a whole case

Glasses up, asses up

They paying homage to a nigga like a [?]

VIP scene looking like a massacre

This little bitch got mad 'cause I wouldn't dance with her

It's all a setup, I sat up, get up, and listen to the [?]

Balls up, real nigga, punk bitch move back

Let me get my vape on

Don't trip, super crip with my cape on

Bacon, how much am I gon' take on?

It don't matter at all, no ladder to fall

You either the bat or the ball

Through the heart of it all, true heart of it all

Sipping on this liquor, tryna hit this lick up

And when it's done, I make the pick up, kick up more dust

Word on the street's the shit had to be us

Now they wanna see us, so we LBC ya

I take off the [?] and I spin it on my rear

Yeah motherfucker, we up

Shoe box money with two Glocks on me

In case y'all put the motherfucking pigs on me

The little homie with the shit, homie

Tiny cous', big cous' look stoney

All he ever wanted was the money, but we'll take it all

And we never hesitate to break it off

So cold on the pole, baby shake it off

Shake it off, shake it off (shake it, shake it)

Yeah, shake it off, shake it off (take it off)

I see you get money, more dollars

No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)

I see you get money, more dollars (money, money, money, money)

No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)

Yeah

So when you see a nigga sitting up in a ace of diamonds

Or you may see me [?]

Wherever you see me at, you gotta know and understand

It's not a trick, it may be a lick

Haha, yeah nigga

See, you want the honey

All we want is the money

Believe that

Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)

Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)

Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)

Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)

Gangsta

[The Notorious B.I.G.:]

It's really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star
Composición: Calvin Broadus, Don Cannon, Kevin Gilliam, Orlando TuckerMezclas: DJ BattlecatMúsicos invitados: Travis \ (Engineer), Frank Vasquez (Engineer [Additional])