Still Smokin - Snoop Dogg
Say, my n_gga, huh
You not gon' believe this sh_t when I tell you this, cuh
N_gga, I had the craziest motherf_cking dream
Listen when I tell you this, my n_gga
I had a dream I was back on Death Row Records
We gon' take a trip right now
Like we always do about this time
No, we didn't
Haha, yes, he did
What the f_ck is up, n_ggas and niggettes? Oh, yeah
We back up in this motherf_cker
You wouldn't believe me even if I told you n_ggas
My game is cold, I could still mold you n_ggas
Roll you n_ggas a fat stick of that chronic
A hundred sixty million dollar man (What?), b_tch, I'm bionic
SN, lesson (Huh?), step in (What? Huh?), automatic weapon
Death Row, oh, no, can't let this sh_t go
I think about Pac, I think about Suge, I think about Nate
I think I left a small piece on my plate
I'ma rework this sh_t and get a few things straight
Not here to debate, just simply wanna vibe and create
Smoke a little sticky-icky, drop my vocals on tape
And call my lil' cute b_tch who loves smokin' on vapes
Let that settle in, Death Row back in (What up?)
Cuh gon' let 'em in (Ayy)
Ain't no love lost, n_gga, understand me? (What?)
Those my carnales, that's my family (Haha)
We back on buzz
We ride for each other 'cause that's what it is, n_gga
And that's what it was
Harry-O got freed up, unfinished business
We LLC'd up, Los Angeles G'd up
Yeah, yeah, I don't love you no more
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