Snoop Dogg

[fox69]

"Girl Like U"

"Girl Like U"


[Chorus]
If I didnt have no dough would you love me, if we didnt have a place to go would you still be
There or would you leave me alone when the chips are down,or would you stay around, and lay down,
Oh girl,
I gotta have a chick like you,
I gotta have a girl like you,
I gotta have a chick like you,
I gotta have a girl like you,

[Nelly]
Oh yeah who that is standing there like that looking from the front but I can see whats in the
Back, hips like oh, eyes like oh, pretty toes in a row and they be looking like wow

[Snoop]
I dont know nephew lets just do what we do, lets just slide up on thise hoes and put this pimpn to use,
(agree) and then what we do (what we do) you take the one in the white I'll take the one in
The blue

[Chorus]

[Snoop]
Hey yo I dont know if you been told but you look like you should be gold, youre so preasus the
Way you shape up im just hear to help you step youre game up you look like you might ride for me
Hop in front of the bullet and die for me cause when I fly you be fly and when I fly to other
Countries you goin fly with me

[Chorus]

[Snoop]
Now as the night wines down and the weed gets down, playas till playing and im still on the
Floor, I groove to the beat untill my feet get tired I just want to be youre dessire, eva caneva
Best beliva youre not a dime pice youre a diva take it from me you can be the O.N.E if you roll
With me

[Nelly]
If looks were the case babygirl id be a federal the top perfect incredible the bottom
As editble uh I aint telling you what I heard man im telling you what I know and I aint telling
Her what to say but where to go, but if she wants we can take trip down with the homie d-o double
G and if she wants we can form a lil down if its low key yes we would go down

[Chorus]

Clap your hands everybody,
Everybody claps your hands, and if you came to party with the d-o double g and the n-e double l-y band, I saied clap your hand everybody,
Everybody clap your hands, and if you came to party with the d-o double g and the n-e double l-y band

 

[fox69]

"Go Away"
(feat. Kokane)

"Go Away"
(feat. Kokane)



[Snoop]
Let cho' mind not be confused
If you can walk this walk nigga take my shoes
New fools, you fools, these fools, all y'all
talkin bad about me, and my motherfuckin dawg
He ain't trippin, I ain't trippin, but y'all niggaz still dissin
To me, some of these suckers'll never get it
Full clip and if I miss it I'ma tip it on the Crip
and DoggHouse in your mouth, now tell me how you livin
Who the villain, you the villain? Nigga Ren is "The Villain"
My homey from the C-P-T, cold chillin
Now as time flies by I see the game gettin mo' reala
as I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it?
I always tend to come widdit
Gravy train on your brain, nigga come get it
I'm too young to retire, I'm havin fun wit it
See when you learn what to do with it, I'll be done with it
Come with it

[Chorus: KoKane, Snoop]
Go.. (just go away).. go a-way!
Niggaz can't be trusted
[K] Just come back another day
Niggaz be on bitch shit
[K] Just go far, a-way
Niggaz get it twisted
Just go a-way..

[Snoop Dogg]
Now she said she don't like a G
Well listen here bitch, get the fuck from 'round me
You thought you was bout to get a drink on me?
I put hands on you bitch like Suga Free
I always let a bitch know her boundaries
Same with a nigga, I treat him like a flea
You claim to be, you aim to be in my spot
Motherfucker - you will get popped (BLAOW)
Not, knowin who you fuckin wit, niggaz be on bitch shit
Nigga we be fuckin quick, nigga we ain't talkin shit
When the heat speak, niggaz be on bitch shit
Tryin to get somewhere, coverin up they biscuit
And then he in the club, all up on my dilznick
But when I leave, you niggaz pullin trick shit
But it's cool, cause niggaz gonna miss this
Cause I'ma keep it all business, what is this?

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
I said let yo' mind not be confused
If you can walk this walk nigga take my shoes
You fools, these fools, new fools, all y'all
talkin bad about me, and my motherfuckin dawg
He ain't trippin, I ain't trippin, but y'all niggaz still dissin
Look here Meech, some of these niggaz'll never get it
Full clip and if I miss it I'ma tip it on the Crip
and DoggHouse in your mouth, now tell me how you livin
Who the villain, you the villain? Nigga Ren is "The Villain"
My homey from the C-P-T, cold chillin
Now as time fly I see the game gettin mo' reala
as I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it?
I always tend to come widdit
Gravy train on your brain, nigga come get it
Too young to retire, I'm havin fun wit it
When you learn what to do with it I'll be done with it
Come with it

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah I'm bout to go far away
So far you might not see me
My nigga Meech on the beat
We takin over this motherfucker, ha ha!
And they thought we fell off
Fell all up in your motherfuckin ass
Be-ii-ee-ii-itch!
KoKane - aww that's funky right there
Puttin it back on the map
Uhh, let me hear some dawg
Ahhh, as we take your mind
to a dimension you never thought existed

[Chorus]

[vocals ad lib to end]

 

[fox69]

"Gold Rush"
(feat. Kurupt, L.B.C. Crew)

"Gold Rush"
(feat. Kurupt, L.B.C. Crew)



[Snoop Dogg]

Josey Wales was known for robbin trains and things
layin everybody down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you live in, see
Cos if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol' school
When it's time to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one clock
and when it strike twelve one of y'all gon' drop
If you're quick on the draw you're gon' see the morgue
but if you're too slow
I catch you on the downlow (Oh no)
Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's real
I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gangbang
The Four Horsemen, that's the click I'm wit
You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, we're on a mission ta Kansas, slippin thru Texas
We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes
bacon and eggs, and then we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg
Hop back on the horses, enforcers of courses
The niggas in black, the fearless Four Horsemen
Searchin for this location on the map
The gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta have it)
It feels just like it's 1865
and a trigger look-a-day is how I ride

[Kurupt]

On and on and on it's more strange
Time to heat, shootin range
Quick with the heat on their hip
Young Jesse James come to test your aim
I seen you at th e Wild Horny Corral
I hearda ya name
Tha forcify, nigga you ain't never lie
Besides I'm in the mood so at high noon we ride
From coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach
My disciples with rifles lethal in whole posts
The off-the-rocker roller coaster
On a six-shooter holster
with DPG on every Wanted poster
Let me think about which bank to gank
which fellow ta shoot and which teller to shank
I want all the shit you got in stacks
attached to this skirt in the corner
so I snatched the bitch in the back
The Dogg in me feels for the lust
but the hogg in me makes me wanna bust
Back to the drawin down board
Nowadays we drawn down more
To survive thru all the round wards
Battle up or saddle up and shake the scene
or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it
With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket
Like that cock back
quick to pull my strap
Just to put the Horsemen on the map
(The gold rush)

[???? from LBC Crew]

Born is Doggystyle, individual, James got the hots
I got the six shots for all the plans and plots
I gots lots o' cash stashed in money bags
Worthy workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags
I got stacks so my stacks excell
Hop in the coach wit my twelve Clydesdales and bells
I'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy horse
A 30-30 on my side to shoot a nigga o' course
It ain't no stoppin young Josey
Box all the nosey
Headed to the saloon with my platoon where all the hos be
Left a dusty trail, bailed in swell
Gold spurs on the Gators, set back the clientele
Oh well, for the recop I drop my bet
Divide between my homies and ride the sunset

[Bad Azz from LBC Crew]

Two sacks o' money from the train heist
They ain't even counted it up
just mounted it up
Rode west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster
Pass thru a run-down town whose walls hold my poster
Closer I get ta death which is every second makes me sweat
so I gotta have what I can get
Heard word about the gold rush and headed West
on my white horsey with three straps in my napsack
Giddy up, the next town I rode thru
I had to threaten to blow their city up
Undebts with Chief Black, caught five miles west
sell us some beads and hail us some weed
He offered me a toke
he didn't have a 20 he had they beads-pipe smoke
I almost choked
Break him for the get, right, I'm off into the sunset
tryin ta reach my destiny fast
It's these two bags o' cash
44's cocked I ain't makin no mo' stops
till I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dot
I slid off my boots, counted my loot
Five minutes after the strike of midnight
I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept tight
(At the gold rush, at the gold rush
at the gold rush, at the gold rush
at the, at the, at the)

 

[fox69]

"Got Those"

"Got Those"


All money ain’t good money
But ain’t no money like the show money

We came from the bottom to the top floor
Plus I paid for it it cost a lot though
Money problems everybody got those
But now a days we don’t got those
Birkin bag all my bitches got those
No Chanel everybody got those
Shooters on the roof know we got those
Hear a couple shots, hope you got those

I pull up in a Full Metal Jacket
Pop shots, Top notch with the ratchet
I leave a nigga dead on the asphalt
Slap em in the face tell em take them fuckin’ pants off
T’d Up, G’d Up when we stance off
Two to the chest make a bitch nigga dance off
Goin’ with the Wizzin, Juice with the Gizzin’
Rides til’ I’m Risen, strong with the pizzen'
You don’t know, oh, I fucked your hizzoe
Timbo, the Designer, and finer fuck what it cizzost
See everything I’m rock and wear its handmade
If she with me then she got it all you understand me

We came from the bottom to the top floor
Plus I paid for it it cost a lot though
Money problems everybody got those
But now a days we don’t got those
Birkin bag all my bitches got those
No Chanel everybody got those
Shooters on the roof know we got those
Hear a couple shots, hope you got those

The police, motherfuckin’ gang to me
And money, ain’t a motherfuckin’ thang to me
Let me break it down for you, keep a few shooters
And a damn good lawyer
Preparation for the worst, meditation with this verse
Education, Rebirth, cause you know if you last you first
And everybody wanna be the best, Red bottom shoes for your Louie bag on your neck
Baby remember before you had shoes
When yo’ life was filled with nothing but bad news
See everything I rock and wear is handmade
If she with me then she got it all you understand me

We came from the bottom to the top floor
Plus I paid for it it cost a lot though
Money problems everybody got those
But now a days we don’t got those
Birkin bag all my bitches got those
No Chanel everybody got those
Shooters on the roof know we got those
Hear a couple shots, hope you got those

New cars got that, good weed blow that
Bag bitch yessir, OG for sure that
Used to stay with my momma on the couch
Like the Jeffersons I’m moving on up and I’m out
Penthouse with the butler who waits by the door
To ensure I’m the only motherfucker on this floor
I got game, I got fame, I got cash, I got love
I got so many hoes, I’m bout to open a club
You got me, I got you, you got one, I got two
Stop by and have a good time its popping’ at Snoops
Got a whole lot of this and I mix it with that
Me and Timberland remember we bringin’ it back

We came from the bottom to the top floor
Plus I paid for it it cost a lot though
Money problems everybody got those
But now a days we don’t got those
Birkin bag all my bitches got those
No Chanel everybody got those
Shooters on the roof know we got those
Hear a couple shots, hope you got those

 

[fox69]

"Groove Thang"

"Groove Thang"


[Hook:]
Groove thang, groove thang, groove thang...
Yeah, cause I be rockin' my two chains
And I do things, and I do things...
Yeah, cause I be all on my groove thang
My groove thang, my groove thang...
Yeah, just watch me now in my groove thang...
My groove thang, my groove thang...
Yeah, cause I be all on my groove thang
Yeah, just watch me now...

Too hippy to be cut-throat - hippies blow the best smoke
Rollin' up RAWs and living royal
All my and bays & jays is loyal, they won't leave me cause I spoil
The baddest of them all, the hash is why I won't fall
Molasses can't match my crawl, I'm higher than all of y'all
They sayin' they born to ball, I'm sayin' I'm Santa Claus
Funny jokes I tell all, always inhale fog
Nappy dreads, my hair long - Diamond 5-foot bong
Could never be a clone...

[Hook]

It's a new thang and a new look
Kids be makin' our names in the book
Who you wanna be when you grow up?
The Broadus Boyz, we actin' up
We showin' out and we show up
We ballin', it's all we know, it's not an option
You see us, and yes, we poppin'
Standin' tall, we not fallin'
On top, and yes, we callin' shots
What you thought? I'm in charge and I'm the boss
Do a show and then we shop for the flyest gear
We up in here, dippin' and dodging, man, changing gears
This the life we chose, so you gon' hear this all year

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Groupie"
(feat. Tha Dogg Pound, Nate Dogg, Warren G)

"Groupie"
(feat. Tha Dogg Pound, Nate Dogg, Warren G)



[Intro/Chorus: Charlie Wilson, Nate Dogg]

She was just a groupie (She just a groupie)
She was just a groupie
She was just a groupie (All she wanted was Snoopy)
She was just a groupie (Just a groupie)
She was just a groupie
She was just a groupie (All she wanted just was Snoopy)
She was just a groupie (Yeah just a groupie)
She was just a groupie

[Verse 1: Tha Dogg Pound (Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt)]

Beeyatch! (Beeyatch!)
I come thru with the humps, I thump tha shit out'cha block
I'm on alert for the cops, be on alert for the cop
Spot us some hos, tooted my horn at the bitch
??? ever skaty, my team ya's the shit
Fifteen's humpin, dropped the top, she moaned
countin my dough, purchased a 50 of some bomb indo floss
In South Central I'm on my way to the East Side
We high, blazin like crazy, we don't know why
feelin good as fuck on a hot ass day
and it's a pujam right around the way
Niggas got hos but ladies in the world
they wanna play wit their minds like little girls
I twirled my fingers in the air
rubbed my fingers thru my hair
Red bones to black bones
dark bows to red bows
Skinny girls come a dime-a-dozen
but I play hos like plenty-leany cos I get greedy
It's all about game cos when the game
is hard to maintain for so long, man
From Long Beach, California, from Tulsa, Oklahoma
Tonight *?warnin the award is?* from Mississippi, I know ya
hold the key to unlock the door
From long clothes she rolls with gold thangs we ridin for sure
So tell me how much money can one playa make? (make)
and how much o' ya ass can one nigga break?
You're just a gigolo (you know)
To the heart you're just gigolo (you know)

I was off in Vallejo
pullin hos like Idaho potatoes
What am I to do when life as a G
bein from where I be, DPG
It's manifico
ran into this pretty ass skirt, Mexican-Puerto Rico
mixed with a sprinkle of black
So I'ma approach her like dat
and let her know where I ride and reside at
My zone the place that I call home
is the Wall from Philadelphia, the room
Picture me ay
entrepenuer with my nigga D-A
Rockin tours and we still young boys
They got bitches, they got some bomb ass niggas
She used ta put em on his bomb ass dick
She always talked some bomb ass shit
She used to blow some bomb ass dick

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Nate Dogg]

That's right
Someone's at my door, baby who could it be?
Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-double G
Hey girl, what's your name? Ya wanna go a couple rounds with me
I told her Nate Dogg is just the same but she kept screamin out Snoopy

[Verse 2: Warren G, Snoop Dogg]

What's up baby, my name is Warren
I'm down with the Pound
cos I get around
So let me scoop you, swoop you and take you
Gimme a chance and I'ma break you
down to the very last compound
with my homies from Tha Dogg Pound

Now you know and I know
Rule number one, you can't trust no ho
Now you can get caught up in the mix real fast
The ho gon' slip away and get away with all your cash
You got to stay upon your toes when it come to hos
I bust a brand new ho in every video
That's on the Pound and the Row when the wind blow
I pass a ho to my kinfolk
and then smoke
She say she was no groupie, coochie lookin juicy
She say she never ate a dick before but she gon' do me
Right before she do me, I blaze up a lupi
then turn on some Snoopy and, uhh, heat up jacuzzi
and later on I might just turn on a movie
so you can regroupie and redo me just for Snoopy

[Chorus to fade]

[Outro: Warren G]

There's roaches and shit in this motherfucker in here
I forgot about this

 

[fox69]

"Gz And Hustlas"

"Gz And Hustlas"


[Chorus:]

This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz

[Verse One:]

Freeze, at ease, now let me drop some more of them keys
It's 19-9-tre so let me just play
it's Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic, I'm back with Dr. Dre
But this time I'ma hit yo' ass with a touch
To leave motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back relax new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second, and I'm still checkin
The dopest motherfucker that ya hearin on the record
it's me, ya see, S-N-double-O-P
D-O-double-G-Y, the D-O-double-G
I'm fly as a falcon, soarin through the sky
And I'm high till I dizzie, rizzide
So check it, I get busy, I make your head dizzy
I blow up your mouth like I was Dizzy Gillespie
I'm crazy, you can't phase me
I'm the S oh yes, I'm fresh, I don't fuck with the stress
I'm all about the chronic, bionic ya see
Every single day, chillin with the D-O-double-G's
P-O-U-N-D that's my clique, my crew
Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up
I thought ya knew, but yet and still
Ya wanna get real, now it's time to peel, ya say chill
and feel, the motherfuckin realism
Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic i'm hittin hard as steel nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse Two:]

How many hoes in your motherfuckin group
Wanna take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, DeVille
Chill, as i take you on a trip
where them niggaz ride, and slide, you know about the East Side
Niggaz like myself, here to show you where it's at
With my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back
Papers I stack daily, and Death Row is still the label that pays me
but you know how that goes
We flow toe for toe, if you ain't on the Row
Fuck you and your hoe, really doe, so check it
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip
Still clockin grip, and really don't give a sheeit
about nuttin at all, just my Doggs, steppin through the fog
and i'm still gonna fade em all
With the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin
How many hoes in ninety-four will I be bangin?
Every single one, to get the job done
As I dip, skip, flip, right back to two one
Where the sun be shinin and i be ryhmin
It's me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and I'm climbin

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

I come creepin through the fog with my saggin Dukes
East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeBille
I'm rollin with the G Funk, bumpin in my shit and it don't quit
So drop it on the one motherfucker put together that set
A nigga with a grip of that gangsta shit
With the Eastside hoes on my motherfuckin dick
And the Compton niggaz all about to set trip
Swing it back, bring it back, just like this
And if you with my shit, then blaze up another spliff
And keep the motherfuckin blunt in your pocket loc
Cuz Doggy Dogg is all about the zig zag smoke
See it's a West coast thing, where I'm from
And if you want some, get some, bad enough, take some
But watch the gun by my side
Because it represents me and the motherfuckin East Side
So bow down to the bow wow, cause bow wow
yippie yo, you can't see my flow
My shit is dope, original, now you know
And can't no hood fuck with Death Rizzow

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Happy Birthday"
(Snoop x Daz)

"Happy Birthday"
(Snoop x Daz)



Early in the morning
Smoking them blunts
Jump up out my bed
What the fuck you want?
Roll me a [?]
We [?]
Twisted dreads in my head
Nigga just like that
Count my cheese up
Big big money
Oh, I'm on the move
Ain't a damn thing funny
I really don't lose much
When I'm in the streets nigga
Point [?] drugs
How the fuck you figure nigga
Yeah, I'm successful
Every single day, bitch
Admit it, I'm the best dog/doe[?]
Just cause we rich trick
Always so fresh doe
Every single way
And represent the west coast
Every single day
Internationally known
All around the world
Hit me on the cell phone
I'll fuck your girl
And hit you right back
Then hang up in your face
Unless I'm getting sprayed

[Hook:]
I'll take my cake to go
Happy birthday
I'll take my cake to go
Happy birthday
What's your side girl?
Happy birthday

[?] It's one of those days
A throwback Thursday
Wanna do it your way?
Burger King bitch
I told her she was special
Oh you know you're [?] one
Until she almost bust a vessel
Doctor, doctor
I told her, come on girl let's get it in
Cmon, get in
And cut out all the bitching
Hush yo mouth
Turn it up girl, and just listen
Bang bang
And a [?] gangster we got straight pimpin' [?]

[Hook x3]

[Outro with Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Happy Birthday Pt. 2"
(feat. Pooh Bear)

"Happy Birthday Pt. 2"
(feat. Pooh Bear)



Yea, sound good too
The piano man
Yea
Come around my way

[Hook:]
Let [?] stay, everday's a holiday
Everything's a [?]
You should come around my way!
Let [?] stay, everyday's a holiday
Already know we don't play
But you could come around my way

Pimpin' in the worst way
I fall up in this bitch so quick
Happy birthday!
Celebrate, drink up, get your cake up
Baby pick up your bank up
The music is cranking
I blew one bleezy, had the whole speezy stankin'
Laws outdoors plotting and thinking
Dip off through the backdoor in a 7, 6, lincoln
Flammable, flavour, flavourfull baby
Interchangeable and available, baby
Listen, intermission, for wishin', [?] in a mansion
Seventeen room expansion
[?] starts on the keys
Blond bitches with palm trees and bomb weed
Lord have mercy
Baby baby please
Come dip out with some real motherfucking OG's

[Hook]

I party like Mick Jagger
A go-getter
My Nigga Imma go get her
I walk through the living room
See that trick door right there?
Yea that lead to the swimming pool
I got about 30 whips
Baby say dogg, if we strip can we skinny dip?
I oblige fool, I'm from the eastside
Nigga we reside, eyes on the [?]
Talk to me baby boo it's your world
Ice you out now they call you a snow girl
Uh, lincoln with the range rover
Boss dog, Boss lady, game over
Yea, these are the pimpalympics
Let me lay down these new linguistics
Combination like fries with fishsticks
Or a good girl with some bad intensions

[Hook]

Walk your tips off now talk your lips off
It's my birthday, so break my gifts off
Computers screens and buddha green
Doggy Dog is the king, baby boo you the queen
And I'm, I'm much meaner than [?]
I'm feaning her body
Lodi dodi convening her potty
Extremely naughty
Go ahead and beam me a [?]
Cause this is a D.P.G.C party
Happy birthday!

[Hook]

Everyday's your birthday if you fuck with me
Happy birthday
Yeah, it's your birthday
Happy birthday

 

[fox69]

"Harder Times"
(feat. Jahdan Blakkamoore)

"Harder Times"
(feat. Jahdan Blakkamoore)



[Hook:]
Like a hon mama work just trying to get by (hey yea)
And enough get to you so they still want no get no bly (he he he)
Just keep on the hustle 'cause we have to stay pon the grind (he he yea)
Don't give up on yo dreams 'cause you know the sun will shine (he he he)
The sun will shine

[Verse 1:]
I'm tired in the morning, too late at night
See mama scraping for nickles and dimes
On the salary she's making we can barely survive
Tell me is these something greater in this life?

[Bridge:]
Wait, said mama
Patience, said mama
Breaking down is not an option
Make it happen somehow

[Hook:]
Like a hon mama work just trying to get by (hey yea)
And enough get to you so they still want no get no bly (he he he)
Just keep on the hustle 'cause we have to stay pon the grind (he he yea)
Don't give up on yo dreams 'cause you know the sun will shine (he he he)
The sun will shine

[Verse 2:]
How much more can my mama take?
Now I've got to step up to the play
Can't afford to make mistakes
Ain't no time to waste

[Bridge:]
Wait, said mama
Patience, said mama
Breaking down is not an option
Make it happen somehow

[Hook:]
Like a hon mama work just trying to get by (hey yea)
And enough get to you so they still want no get no bly (he he he)
Just keep on the hustle 'cause we have to stay pon the grind (he he yea)
Don't give up on yo dreams 'cause you know the sun will shine (he he he)
The sun will shine

[Verse 3:]
To hold in since, damn I make it so hard
From California straight to New York
From Chicago going straight to her yard
People everywhere, them everywhere, can I stry?
Can't get a piece so be fly your body borderline
Everywhere I go them facing much harder times
They know the grass feel greener pon the other side
But me still want see one we can't find

[Hook: x2]
Like a hon mama work just trying to get by (hey yea)
And enough get to you so they still want no get no bly (he he he)
Just keep on the hustle 'cause we have to stay pon the grind (he he yea)
Don't give up on yo dreams 'cause you know the sun will shine (he he he)
The sun will shine