Snoop Dogg

[fox69]

"Brake Fluid (Bitches Pump Yo Brakes)"
(feat. Kokane)

"Brake Fluid (Bitches Pump Yo Brakes)"
(feat. Kokane)



[Woman:] Ya baby
[Snoop:] Ya player
[Woman:] Ya baby
[Snoop:] That's some real pimp shit right here
[Snoop:] These bitches is outta line man
[Man:] What's the matter dog you can't control your bitches?
[Snoop:] Check this out man

[chorus: kokane]
I got bitches all in my game that don't even know my name
then pump your brakes, you hoes
Bitch!
You could talk all day behind my back, but wont say shit in my face
then pump your brakes, you hoes
Bitch!
you are then one, you are then one,
you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, hooo
you are sexy, sexy, sexy, you are so sexy
you are then one, you are then one,
you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, hoo hoo
you are sexy, sexy, sexy, hmmm

[Snoop]
Carla, Darla, Charlene and Camina
Tereka and Erika, they love to take care of her
Real motherfucker from the DPG
Keesha, Resha, Tammy and Renesha
I appreciate the way y'all skate
when the clock hit eight
now April and Kate
Y'all be doin' too much
Running your mouths
Fucking shit up, you gotta get up
cause I done had enough
Getting sick and tired of the same stuff
You told Kamil and she told Karla
and she told April and now they all know
But I could give a fuck 'cause all y'all my hoes
So, all that confronting the real nigga on site
today is today, last night was last night
As I leaned with my hand on my balls
I had to really check these bitches and tell then like this dog

[chorus]

[Snoop]
Nina do this and Tina do that
Sabrina, Sakina, nigga them all my hood rats
Back in the days when I was on the ??
At an early age man
I was on the ??
Non-stop, I beat it up and tell that bitch to get going
(They be like hot butter on a breakfast toast)
Hollarin' out, poppin' a collar out
And talkin' shit on the phone to me at my baby-moma's house
(who's she?) Look here bitch do you know who the fuck I am
You better read your motherfuckin' first telegram
you remind me of this bitch that used to work for me
Had to cut the bitch up 'cause she tried to get too close to me
And tried to confront me at a club one night
Fuckin' with her friend, a fake bitch (Is that right?)
But you know I had to stop and applause
And I put my hand on my balls and said ?? what's up dog

[chorus]

[Snoop]
I got my own spot and I got my own keys
So can't no bitch talk shit to me
Like Kiki did me, bitch changed the locks
And kicked me up outta spot
I learned a lesson, I wasn't guessin' or stressin'
I got another bitch and she was at the convalescent home
She said she needed a companion
Shit I needed a chaperone plus a new home
Snap, crack, it's on
But in no time at all seems she fell in love
But i wasn't ready for that
Topcat had to scat
I hit her friend from the back
While she was at work workin'
I was jerkin' that skirt
And fucking with all her friends that was flirtin'
And when she found out she told me that that shit hurt (boo-hoo)
A week later she fell in love with my homeboy Kurt
Bitch you ain't shit but dirt for dirt (bitch!)

[chorus x2]

[Snoop]
This is a sexy bitch

[Music fades out]

 

[fox69]

"Break A Bitch Til I Die"

"Break A Bitch Til I Die"


[Snoop Dogg]
Pimp
Its pimp shit, its pimp shit
Nigga said his bitch took him to court for child support
Its cheaper to keep her
Cheaper to keep her
Thats real talk
Cheaper to keep her
Thats real talk, its cheaper to keep her

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Now if you don't think I know what the fuck i'm talkin bout
(What you talkin bout?)
Run down to the Dogg House, and see fo' yo own two eyes
Bitches try to pull snake moves to get a piece of the pie

[Hook]
Its impossible, to stop a ho
So let her go, and get the dough
Lead the way, or step aside
Break a bitch till the day I die

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Check me out, no doubt, I flip the game and re-route
I check her in wit Magic Man Juan, or Pimpin Ken
I just got back from Milwaukee, the All-Star game
Not the NBA nigga, i'm talkin real playa shit mayne
Macks, ballas, hustlas, and prostitutes
On the real my nig, you got to, got to get the loot
And if you got to shoot to get the loot
Then I guess you got to do what you gotta do
But know this, fa sho this, its somethin for realler
From a fifty cent nigga to a thousand dollar nigga
Fuck George Bush, the army, and the G.I.
Nigga this P.I., until I D.I.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Goldie Loc]
Now don't get mad when you see me wit ya girlfriend
She ridin shot gun, smokin the damn thang again
Now say it ain't true...
Baby you gank em and play em it ain't no ring on you
That ain't what I do, just because I spend time wit you
Don't really mean i'm lyin to you
You got to understand what this young pimp will say
Cause right about now, it ain't no time for play
Now watch me slap ya ass wit dicks, bitch
You was stricly dickly, why you turn clitly
Thats even better, now both of you bitches lick me
Then I sit back and watch y'all eat pussy
Kick off my feet and count my cheese
Snoop this ain't the XLF, this the P-I-M-P
Look, she think she burned out
Wait until I put her on the fast track and have her turned out
P.I!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Tray Deee]
Lil pretty skinny ass bitch, but she gotta monkey
I know she suck dicks cause her lips nice and puffy
But she got the wrong thought, kinda got me turned off
Must be why she sweatin me, the ectasy she gon off
For realler, ho don't know i'm bout that scrilla
I peel her like a sunkiss for comin wit that dumb shit(stupid bitch!)
I keeps the P.I., poppin fa sho
Other suckas tend to love em, we just cop em and blow
Hos come, hos go, hos runnin ya slow
So keep her foot up in her ass, unless a dick in her throat
Main grew bitch will go what I make ya do
And keep ya eyes on my Stacys while i'm lacin you
Ya like sex and shit, and gettin naked quick
Ya lil wreckless bitch, so gon and check them chips
And bring every penny back home and deck
And pull a couple of mo' hos you know that wanna get wrecked

[Chorus]

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Bring it On"
(feat. KoKane, Suga Free)

"Bring it On"
(feat. KoKane, Suga Free)



[Kokane]
In this times
Of hate and pain
We need a remedy
To help us through the rain
Can't you see
I'm straight up G.

[Snoop Dogg]
Old Chief

[Kokane]
Fuck you niggas
Think you can't fuck with me

[Suga Free](Snoop Dogg)
Oh c'mon
Now that pimp is gonna jump back
Bitch, and fuck that
Shit, I'm qualify to knock a hoe no matter where ever I've go
Excuse me partner, this is pimpin' little pimpin let you know
Break the bitch you say "I will"
Separate the bitch but you saying "I will"
Damn nigga, shit
Since you but it like that
I'mma lay some right now nigga
And take them straight to the track (track)
I've never let a bitch pimp me
Trying to tell me what to do but I'mma stay O.G.
Fresh out the pen only 30 today (30 today)
And every bitch ? in a multiply ways
Now since world
Why did the little girl walk around with a gold fish in her pocket
So she could smell like the big girl
And check the one with the fast mouth
Just get your money if you have to knock her motherfucking ass.

[Kokane]
I don't care whatcha do
Long you don't fuck with mine (C'mon sing ya'll)
You think you can't be touch
Niggas disappear all the time.

[Snoop Dogg]
Oh blue eyes
Dogg Sinatra
Make a nigga disappear like Jimmy ? (Where is he)
The glock cocker
Hold hopper
Show stopper
Watch your mouth, Watch your mouth
I put you in a freak in a billiard
And separate you from your children (Daddy)
I stay G'd up
All the G's from my set ain't never P-C-up(hahaha)
If you hit the main line
You gonna get stop
Paying motherfuckers off cause sucka duck
Me and my niggas go heart and pain
Putting pain where ain't making bitch niggas pay
It's a clear blue sky there on the Eastside (Eastside)
Throw your set up and wave it from (Rolling) side to c-side
I'm talking big shit
Hold my dick
Banging on u cuz
Nigga this crip.

[Kokane(Suga Free)]
I got so many tricks up my sleeve (Ah you ain't knowin')
For you hoes to gets with me (Oh to the basement)
You wanna bang let's bang it on (Oh Oh)
We about thousand niggas strong
I don't care whatcha you do (I don't care what the fuck whatcha do)
Long you don't fuck with me (As long you don't fuck with mine)
You think you can't be touch (Uhhhhh)
Niggas disappear all the time.

[Suga Free]
No, I don't love you, bitch
You a hoe, I never will (Never will)
Can't tell you my feelings
Scratch the fence and don't fell
Bitch, matter fact be gone
Fuck around and how you Mama saying "Baby, he won't"
Talking about he a real pimp
Bitch, It's jumbo lance with proper proper jumbo shrimp
Since I'm prepare with my hoe
Got it cracking with my hoe
Study macking with my hoe
Now I'm stacking with my hoe.

[Snoop Dogg]
I pop a bottle of Mo
About to model a hoe
I'm working them, serving 'em and breaking a ? (You know)
Did the weed, man get in
Take it too long
But when he get it dogg
I'm taking us off (Give it up nigga)
Niggas know how D-O-double G "does it"
Known for making that crip hop music
Don't abuse
Just ride to the rhythm of a pimp ass, upper class, cold motherfucker.

[Kokane]
(Humming )

[Kokane]
Long you don't fuck with mine
You think you can't be touch
Niggas disappear all the time.

[Kokane]
(Humming)

 

[fox69]

"Buck 'Em"
(feat. Sticky Fingaz)

"Buck 'Em"
(feat. Sticky Fingaz)



(Fuck 'em)

[Snoop Dogg]
Damn this shit sound low then motherfucker in my earphones.
Alright, yeah that's it right there nigga.

As soon as the bass hits your dome
Snoop Dogg grabs the chrome
And gets in your system
Shootin off rhymes like a pistol
Fuckin your click off with this blow
This hoe, that hoe make me rich
Snoop Dogg please won't you break that biach
I'm back in the game gettin my dough
And fuck any motherfucker that say it ain't so
Do it to em be young
Cause on the real dogg you the hardest nigga we um
We shakin em off, breakin em off
Shot him in his face and now they takin him off
Here's a shoutout to those with quad out
Fool we should have got out, now you gettin popped out
I'm not out to diss but to get my chips
And smash, pass with cash
And blaze the spliff now pass the fifth
For real nigga did you hear me, ya heard
You ran up and got served, ha ha
Now ain't that a trip (what what)
You need to get up off of that bullshit
C'mon

[Sticky Fingaz]
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Young beast to four green
Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Cock it back ya know me
Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Shit on waisted
Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Don't make a difference
Niggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix it

[Snoop Dogg]
Fuck em, the scene is set (set)
And it's a million bitch niggas bout to straight get wet
I walk em all in the street
Fuck em, I cuff they hands and blind they eyes and hog tie they feet
Fuck em, with no remorse nigga cut em down
Love the way we shut em down, shit it ain't funny now
Used to be my buddy pal, nigga wet and bloody now
Nigga where your homies now, half them niggas funny style
Fuck em, it's bout to get shitty now
Doggy bout to get him now cause you better sit him down
Nigga what up now, you act like a bitch
You bound to get fucked you trick ass snitch
Fuck em, boy we on a rampage
Rippin up this damn stage, yeah it's still a G thang
Slammin doors, slappin hoes
Cuz fuck videos, I get a hundred for shows
If you ain't got the papers
I ain't got the time to sit and chat about the motherfucking vapors
Biach, don't even trip
You need to raise up off of that bullshit
C'mon

[Sticky Fingaz]
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Young beast to four green
Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Cock it back ya know me
Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Shit on waisted
Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Don't make a difference
Niggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix it

(Fuck 'em)

 

[fox69]

"Buss'n Rocks"

"Buss'n Rocks"


Another smoke session up in this motherfucker
Blaze some shit up for me Q
Yea, wussup Dogg, this is whut I'm talkin bout
Some of that gangsta shit (Eastside)
Shuttin these niggas up (Shut em up shut em up dogg)
Westcoast nigga, Quik and Snoop Dogg (Forever)
9-9 nigga

When I wake up in the morning and I get up out my bed
I feel good, o yes I do
Cause I still can give it up for you

[Chorus:]
Cause we're all a little strong
In the Beach, where the paper's long
But as for me
I only G when I'm buss'n rocks
Dogg Pound
[repeat]

[Verse One:]
Nigga, you know you gotta have heart
I told you niggas from the start
If I'm still in it, I'm in it for life
Always stay down and keep my motha fuckin' game tight
Cause ever since Elementary, or was it Pre-school Quik?
I was a motha fuckin' fool
I had to have papers it was routine
A young nigga on a mission for them collard greens
I, shake niggas
Break Niggas
Make niggas, shank theyselves
For fuckin with my wealth (nigga)
And it'll catch on
Cause if it don't, it's on
And, cuzz, I ain't even slippin' when I'm all alone
Sittin' back loungin' in the Chronic Zone
Clown me ya gone
Surround me, it's on
Get the money you're gone
My niggas' paper so long
They call him Snoop Capone
So if you want me, get me, got me
Should have shot him
But now they call me Snoop Gotti
And that's all I LBC
Betta yet, that's all I DPGC

[Chorus (2x)]

[Verse Two:]
I'm slappin' bones
In front of my home
Choppin' game on the phone
Smokin' a zone
Big 6, big 5-3's with ya bitches
My girls in the kitchen, cookin' up some fish and
I'm blastin' at this nigga that was trippin'
O, knuckle head nigga, thought I was slippin'
But I wasn't slippin', I was on deck
I blast his ass, peck peck now his shirt's wet
Dead, gone, light's out
With no remorse, I had to take him out
I'm laughin' at this shit cause it was funny
Fuckin' with the dogg I take your life and your money
And then I dip to my spot (dip dip)
And set up shop with yo rocks (motha fucka)
And nobody gon' speak on the 8-7
Cause still, all doggs go to heaven

[Chorus (2x)]

[Verse 3:]
I'm freestylin'
C-stylin'
Snoop and Quik comin' through we fin' to take you to the island
Where the bitches and the bud come free
And everybody listen to the D-O double G
Hoes on my dick, niggas on my nuts
People be lovin' me because I drop cuts
That makes sense, it make big money
See Snoop is that nigga who don't hafta play funny
But I got yo honey, up under my wing
Cause she like the song that the bow-wow sing
I'll put her in a cling
I won't buy her a ring
But I'll put her on the hoe-stroll to make me some green
And even if she never even saw me befo'
There's just no way that she can tell me no
You know my game's unbelievable baby (uh uh, uh uh)
And it's strong enough to make your grandmama pay me

[Chorus (2x)]

West coast, gangsta shit
My nigga DJ Q
Yea
Like I told y'all
DPG for the 9-9
DPG, yea Top Dogg, fo sho'
Smoke y'all

 

[fox69]

"Cadillacs"

"Cadillacs"


[Hook x2:]
Cadillacs, croker sacks
501's, policies[?] and golf hats
I go see, the homies is deep
Banging out, hanging out onto our street
Rules of the game, if you choose to bang
You can't be a snitch, don't be a bitch, nigga, make your name

I remember when I was young, I had a whole lot of fun
My mama bought me everything, even a toy gun
Coming when it's dezark, I'm up with the pizark
Playing quarterback and it's a must that I stezart
And I'm a fool on point like a dezart
And with the little mamas yea I'm breaking the hezeart
You know, time won't tell
Half of my homies is dead or in jail
So I'mma stick to the script like OG go-carts
Bitches scrap on, stole me out, you got no heart

[Hook]

Footwear shit, yeah nigga, I'm in it
Authentic, business, I represent it
To the tippy, keep it so crippy
Smoke a whole zippy, put bread to the Skippy
Bow Wow yippie, long stocking like Pippy
Real G's fuck with me
Rare breed, different cut
West coast motherfuckers get up
Zip, yeah

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"California Roll"
(feat. Stevie Wonder)

"California Roll"
(feat. Stevie Wonder)



[Chorus:]
Baby you could be a movie star, hey (in Los Angeles)
Get yourself a medical card, yeah (in Los Angeles)
Cause that's how California rolls
They do the fingers like that Fonz (in Los Angeles)
You can make it on a light blue box, yeah (in Los Angeles)
Cause that's how California rolls, yeah

Say when I pass you that weed and I ask you can you roll?
You say roll, don't you know that I'm from round here?
Well girl I like the way you roll
Even though you from the ghetto you belong in a home in the mountains
Not talking 'bout the view
I'm talking 'bout me and you
So if you wanna go to Melrose
Let's set a date, as girl we got our own châteauxs
And then we'll go to Venice
You roll so good you might as well let me hit it
For like 15 minutes
Girl, you never gon' forget it
And if you wanna go around town
I could show you where all the real hit it
And if you wanna go downtown
You might as well roll with a real nigga
I'm not talking 'bout them fools
I'm talking 'bout me and you

[Chorus]

And when I hand you that weed and I ask if you can roll?
You say no, let me show you around here
Cowgirl wanna roll with a winner
Rodeo with a winner, Rodeo loud yeah
Ain't got nothing to lose
I'm talking 'bout me and you
And girl I got a home in that valley, in a rose in that valley
Just tell 'em what my name is
You heard about me, you heard all about me
Mean you heard all the hittas that I'm with gangbanging
But I ain't talking 'bout the news
Girl you know that I'm talking 'bout you
Let me show you all around
I could show you where all the real get it
And if you wanna go downtown
You might as well roll with a real nigga
I'm not talking bout them fools
I'm talking 'bout me and you

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Can I Get A Flicc Witchu"
(feat. Bootsy Collins)

"Can I Get A Flicc Witchu"
(feat. Bootsy Collins)



Yeah.. brand new Snoop Dogg (Snoop Dogg)

Somethin' to crack the new year off, ya dig?

One for the treble, two for the bass,
Comeon everybody, lets rock this place
One for the treble, two for the bass,
Comeon everybody, lets rock this place

[Verse 1:]

Doggy Dogg, you are the best,
Rock this beat cuz you are so fresh.
Doggy Dogg, you are the best,
Rock this beat cuz you are so fresh.
Will if you insista,
I guess I'll twist her,
But give me a minute while I freak ya sista,
Push the pista,
Up against her,
No offensta, but this pimpin' mista.
Roll ya fist up, or hold ya Crist up,
Light that bitch up, and blow ya syst' up.
This that shit that get ya jive talkin',
East side artist C-Walkin',
People, people, listen closely,
I sing it cuz mostly when ya'll approach me,
Stay low key and keep it OG,
And dont try to burn rubber on me (uh uh)

[Chorus:]

I loved your movies, you're awesome Snoop. Can I get a flicc witchu?
I buy your records, everything you do. Can I get a flicc witchu? (Really?)
My daughter loves you, she's only two. Can we get a flicc witchu?
Your a handsome fella, your kinda cute. I really wanna get witchu.

[Verse 2:]

Doggy Dogg, you are the best,
Rock this beat cuz you are so fresh.
Doggy Dogg, you are the best,
Take this shit back home to tha West.
Well Lyssa Brisna, in San Francisca,
The cute lil sista with the fever blista,
Said that I dissed her,
Cuz I wouldnt kiss her,
But I got her a picture and said I'd holla back witcha,
Hey, they say I'm like Mr. Bigsta,
All these bullshit moves that missed us,
Divide and twist us,
Revive, relist us,
Remind my listenas cuz Im a minista,
Designed by ministas,
Cuz these times is sinistas,
But im gonna finish tha grindin til its done,
Knives and silly clubs,
Hos and fake thugs,
Pimps, players, and all of the above.

[Chorus]

One for the treble, two for the bass,
Comeon everybody, lets rock this place
One for the treble, two for the bass,
Comeon everybody, lets rock this place

Oooooooooh weeeeee! Yeah,
Thats bangin', loco.
For shizzle. Where was I?
Oh yes,
Spittin and flipped ya,
Thumbin thru scriptures,
Straighten ya dentures,
Pigs wont pinch us,
Wenches miss us and they wanna french kiss us,
Pack the pistas,
Twist the twistas,
Roll with me on this Dogg adventure,
But you cant enta,
Without ya credentias,
And if ya get in, you might get a picture,
So shit ya shit down, go and get down,
Cuz Huggy Bear is comin to yo town.
You dont wanna miss this,
This just like christmas,
So make ya wish list,
And go and flicc this. (Preach!)

[Chorus x2]

Go VIP with big D-O-G,
And see how gangstas do,
Once we get witcha we cant take pictures,
We came too far witchu,
Go VIP with big D-O-G,
And see what gangstas do,
Once we get witcha we cant take pictures,
We came too far witchu.

Pharrell, on the dillydo,
Follow the bouncin' ball,
Say who do ya call?
Who do ya call?
Oh, who do ya call?
Pharrell, on the dillydo,
Follow the bouncin' ball, baby.
Who do ya call?
Who do ya call? (Buuuuuurn me up!)
Burn itttt uppp,
Keepin ya hot, the spot, hot,
Burn itttt uppp,
Shake what ya got, ya got alot,
Burn itttt uppp,
Keepin ya hot, the spot, hot,
Burn itttt uppp,
Shake what ya got, ya got alot..

 

[fox69]

"Can U Control Yo Hoe"
(feat. Soopafly)

"Can U Control Yo Hoe"
(feat. Soopafly)



Niggas, get your milla genuine draft, cause its milla time, we about to go hard on these hoes on
this one right here.

[Chorus]
[soopafly] Can you control your hoe? (You got a bitch that wont do what you say)
You can’t control your hoe? (She hardheaded, she just won’t obey)
Can you control your hoe? (You’ve got to know what to do, and what to say)
You’ve got to put that bitch in her place, even if it’s slapping her in her face.
Ya got to control your hoe. Can you control your hoe?

I went to your house; your girl came in and started cussing you out. You should have slapped her
in her face, I wanted to tell you, but it wasn’t my place. I kept it on the low, cause I know you
was gonna check that hoe. But instead, you was quiet as a mouse, maybe you started to think it
wasn’t your house. Cause she was acting like a nut, you got a kind of bitch that would kick your
butt. What kind of pimp holds back? Never met a bitch that a pimp can’t slap, whats wrong with
the pimpin’? Why you get a whippin’? All I got to say is this:

[Chorus]

[Verse: 2]
This is what you made me do; I really didn’t want to put hands on you. But bitch you playin’
with fire, i'm so sick and tired, of loud mouth bitches like you, a nigga had to go and put tips
on you, cause bitch you playin’ with fire, i'm so sick and tired.

This is what you forced me to do, I really didn’t want to put hands on you, but bitch you
playin’ with fire, i'm so sick and tired. Of bitches like you, a nigga had to go and put tips on
you, bitch you playin’ with fire, I’m so sick and tired.

[Chorus]
(No: can you control your hoe? At the end.)

 

[fox69]

"Can't Say Goodbye"
(feat. Charlie Wilson, The Gap Band)

"Can't Say Goodbye"
(feat. Charlie Wilson, The Gap Band)



[Chorus (Charlie Wilson):]
I'm a man I gotta take care of my family
Fighting these precious in my life
I know my mind should be on shining and getting Grammies
But these streets won't say a goodbye

I can't say goodbye
To the blocks
Goodbye
To the hood
Goodbye
To the streets (to my problems)
I can't say goodbye
To the hood
Goodbye
To the blocks
Goodbye
To the streets
I can't say goodbye goodbye
To the blocks
Goodbye
To the streets
Goodbye
To the hood
I can't say goodbye
To the hood
Goodbye
To the blocks
Goodbye
To the homies

[VERSE - SNOOP DOGG]
I guess it's true, you can't take the hood out a homeboy
Plus, my hood just lost another homeboy
Another one got life, and we don't know, if he coming home boy
They in the street tell me "just leave it alone boy,
Let them do them take care of your own boy"
But I said back brake a bound, before I was drome boy
You had dreams of being a dope boy
Yeah, I was runnin' from the po po
Banging for the truth, late night huntin'
Puttin' me in work, good day comin', airbrush, shirt,
Pay day, get the spot, got my hair cut first
Made mom sick when I wouldn't go to church
Yeah I live in the burbs, but I think 21st
I know since I left that it's gotten much worse
But I'd still be there, if I couldn't write a verse

[Chorus]

[VERSE - SNOOP DOGG]
To the the blocks that raise me, the enemies and the homies that made
Me, tough enough to hang on the corners that would moul me
Critics wonder if I'm tryna be the old me,
But if the thing the old me ever left, then they don't really know me,
And don't know, we don't change, we just become OG, you always addicted
To the life, you just don't OD, I owe the streets before they owe me
Took me in when my momma didn't want me, to wild to be a child, and cops
Not around now, all I got now is the homies, to teach me, how to be a man
In what not, how to brake ounces in the grams ??
The reason I'm so nice with my hands ?? shit, you think I forgot, man

[Chorus]

[VERSE - SNOOP DOGG]
Thank good every day that the boy could spit
And all around the world they enjoyin' my shit
I know I got plenty more awards to get
I got a, beautiful wife and some gorgeous kids
But it wouldn't be right if I ignore the shit
They made me how I am, the music in the man
Told me that I can for the world gave a damn
If it wasn't for my shit, they sayin' stick to the plan
Probably be a gun instead of a pen in my hand
Probably be doin' a dub and the pin with my man
The say leaders streets but they don't really understand
All I had was the block, when I didn't have fans
Wrapped on the corners when I couldn't get spins
All I had was the homies when I didn't have kids
If it all come down and my carrier was to end, I'm sure my name
Would live.. in the streets

[Chorus]

I just can't say goodbye

I can't say goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
I can't say goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
I can't say goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
I can't say goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye

You can take the man out the streets,
But you can't take the streets out the man