Man, I gotta stop smoking this shit
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Cause that shit gon straight
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[Snoop]
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I cant stop, and I wont stop, ha ha ha ha
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Damn, yeah, staright blueberries
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[Kurupt]
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This microphones is mines, I seen you scopin
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I'm hopin that you step so I can bust your chest open
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This is how I am, this is my mentally
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Don't try to battle me, I cause fatalities
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And this is how it is when the microphone put to torture
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MC's done tried to step but I caught ya
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I'm like a sorcerer, magical with rhymes
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I'm one of a kind, my lines too inclined for your mind
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And that's the way it is, you cant see me so don't even try
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I wonder why MC's done tried to step in and they died
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Now I be that MC, you cant see that
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Lyricist that breaks MC's backs
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Matter of a fact that aint the way you should do it
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This is how it is in showbiz
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I know this MC cant even get close
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Cause I rock shit from the west to the east coast
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[Snoop]
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Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
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Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
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Kurupt tell me, why they wanna fuck
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Now I'm rollin in the fast lane tryin to find the right lane
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I'm spittin game like big pimpin is my name
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I need a flame, so I can get this shit lit
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Its snoop dogg, I'm bout to drop me a hit
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I got my nigga named kingpin to the right
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And we plan on smoking all night
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and when we through my nigga named priest gon increase the peace
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Blaze up another sack, get your kakies creased
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Cause its on and poppin, aint no stopping
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Snoop is on the mic I'm lyrically hoppin
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Poppin just like a motherfuckin strap
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Don't talk shit cause your best to watch your back
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Because umm, why you sleepin we creepin
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And um, we got a fat sack of blueberries, its scary
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My brother jerry told me one day
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He said snoop when you reach the top will you please blaze a J
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For me and my homie J d-o-g, who's in the penitentiary but see
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Its still cool to me cause Ima swing it on bring it on
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Got another fat sack so blaze up the ozone
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It on like that we aint no joke
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So motherfuckin back off or jack off for my smoke, smoke, smoke
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
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Somebody tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
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They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs
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But motherfuck that I'm a motherfuckin thug nigga
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[Tha Relativez]
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Spots stay open, under water hydro
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orange fire and chronic out the side door
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Dogg soprano, sugar buddha the pimp
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Been had hoe's, been havin chips
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Spit out gangsta shit like haa chooo
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In a ride, ahh with teezy with red haa shoes
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Tha relatives, how gangsta is that
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Half my life blowin do do wit a strap in my lap
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Just goin out the ills and its hurtin niggaz
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Kickin niggaz door down and searchin niggaz
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In the fence for a week and its perkin niggaz
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You niggaz aint some gangstaz you some working niggaz
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Aint no mo silent niggaz
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My prediction, 2004 theres gon be hoes and snitchin niggaz
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Or peepin niggaz out the barrel of a 40
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Hood on hood crime, homies killing homies
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?? to harlem, chips flippin we ballin
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aint nuttin better than being young gangsta and ballin
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blowed outta mind, probably be the high some more
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master money marna for the law
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I'm from the salty 619, home of the corca
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Mystica holders with pistolas and purple morta
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Americas finest find me north of tha border
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Please, no seeds, break bread cost an awful lot
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Chay flag on a borca, slide in croca's
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Splitters or the swishers, twisters, hundred sport cars
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This for big tony, homey in the yinta
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Inglewood to tango, relativez the bleeka
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[Chorus: repeat 3X]
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Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
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Somebody tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
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They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs
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But motherfuck that I'm a motherfuckin thug nigga
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Smoke
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