Intro: (Mista Grimm's "Indo Smoke" plays in the background)
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Ay ay Jaycee
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Sup Aron?
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Ain't that Snoop Dogg over there?
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That that nigga with that blue coat on?
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Yeah
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Yeah oh yeah that's that nigga
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Nigga roll up on the side of him man
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Roll your window down
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Man hand me my motherfuckin Glock man gimme another clip
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Cuz I'm gonna smoke this fool
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Yeah roll the windows down
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Yeah, OK there you go
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Ay man, you Snoop Dogg?
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Snoop?
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Huh?
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Snoop Doggy Dogg?
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Man he's Snoop Dogg
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Man fuck that nigga!!
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*gun shots*
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Nigga man!
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Get that nigga man!
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Man get up fool man, get up man, don't be tryin to run man
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Get up on that fool man, I don't give a fuck
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What set you got now? Fuck you nigga!
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Yeah nigga, whassup?
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Nigga?
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Yeah motherfucker
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Yeah nigga, one less nigga
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Yeah nigga, youse a dead motherfucker now
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Verse One:
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As I look up at the sky
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My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
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My body temperature falls
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I'm shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg
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Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin
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I stop breathin, damn I see deamons
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Dear God, I wonder can ya save me
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I can't die Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby
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I think it's too late for prayin, hold up
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A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
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"Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better"
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How long will I live?
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"Eternal life and forever"
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And will I be, the G that I was?
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"I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
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So relax your soul, let me take control
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Close your eyes my son"
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My eyes are closed
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Chorus:
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Murder... murder was the case that they gave me
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Murder... murder was the case that they gave me
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Verse Two:
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I'm fresh up out my coma
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I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner
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It's gonna take a miracle they say
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For me to walk again and talk again but anyway
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I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet
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And everything that nigga said, came to reality
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Livin like a baller loc
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Havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke
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I bought my momma a Benz, and bought my Boo-Boo a Jag
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And now I'm rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad
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"Just remember who changed your mind
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Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass mine"
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Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
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Never have a want, never have a need
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They say I'm greedy but I still want mo'
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Cuz my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)
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Now I lay me down to sleep
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I pray the lord, my soul to keep
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If I should die, before I wake
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I pray the lord, my soul to take
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No more indo, gin and juice
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I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose
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Shackled from head to toe
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25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know
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them niggaz from the other side recognize my face
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Cuz it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C
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Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care
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Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
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Niggaz stare as I enter the center
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They send me to a leval 3 yard, that's where I stay
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Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor
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Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off
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Cuz you can't tell what's next
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My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck
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And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two
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I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo
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Chorus 2X
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*flatline noise*
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Murder Was The Case
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| Snoop Dogg |
