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Kush Ups (Feat. Wiz Khalifa) – Snoop Dogg

Lirik lagu: Kush Ups (Feat. Wiz Khalifa)

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
My weed man got the hook up
Rollin’ up another pound every time you look up
Big-ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up
So much weight that now I’m doin’ kush ups
Kush ups, ’bout to roll a whole book up
Lookin’ for me, I was at the crib doin’ kush ups
Kush ups, ’bout to roll a whole book up
Lookin’ for me, I was at the crib doin’
(Don’t stop!)

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Tae Bo, five, four, three, two, one
Workin’ out, chiefin’ up, creepin’ up, keepin’ up
With the Joneses, smoke a zone with my pen pals
In my neighborhood, flavor’s good, roll up, put some papers to it
Straight into it, gon’ make him do it, that thing can do it fo sho
Get my lift on, while get my spliff on, fo sho
Break bad, stay cool, way cool, roll a doob
Old school, paid my dues, spray these fools, ladies drool
Cause they know what I got
I got a bag of the Saturday pot
And it’ll keep you up from Thursday to Saturday night
What do you like?
When you smoke with the Dogg, you had the time of your life
Now light… the fatty, jump in my Cadi
Pull your seat back, yup, I know you need that
Let it flow, set it go, incredible
That ain’t gold, layin’ low like 10 to 4, on the floor

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
My weed man got the hook up
Rollin’ up another pound e’rry time you look up
Big-ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up
So much weight that now I’m doin’ kush ups
Kush ups, ’bout to roll a whole book up
Lookin’ for me, I was at the crib doin’ kush ups
Kush ups, ’bout to roll a whole book up
Lookin’ for me, I was at the crib doin’
(Don’t stop!)

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[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Don’t even trip
Ain’t really gotta use a scale, I could eyeball a zip
So much weight you thinkin’, “Why this ain’t for sale?”
Weed in my lungs, weed in my nails
She conin’ joints, I’m rollin’ weed up myself
Don’t ever get my weed from off the shelf or my clothes
I heard Polillo ’bout to drop some shit, order those
Pounds, I got more of those, why my eyes sorta low
Not too many when I roll, more arms than [?] though
Boys hatin’, I’m just countin’ up the money I just made
And what I’m makin’ make a nigga make a million dollars later
Smokin’ [?], gettin’ high pays
I like my eyes glazed
Ain’t empty out my ashtray in days
At my house playin’ pool in some HUF socks and Joyrich sweats
I roll a joint, you roll another one next
Can’t even name a nigga colder than
Ain’t pay for game that mean you stole it then
Know it’s the bomb when you hold it in

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
My weed man got the hook up
Rollin’ up another pound e’rry time you look up
Big-ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up
So much weight that now I’m doin’ kush ups
Kush ups, ’bout to roll a whole book up
Lookin’ for me, I was at the crib doin’ kush ups
Kush ups, ’bout to roll a whole book up
Lookin’ for me, I was at the crib doin’
(Don’t stop!)

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Snoop Dogg

Outro – Snoop Dogg

It aint nothin but a Gangsta,
It aint nothin but a Gangsta,
It aint nothin but a Gangsta,

Where my nigga 2Pac,
Whats up nigga,

It aint nothin but a Gangsta,
It aint nothin but a Gangsta,
It aint nothin but a Gangsta,
It aint nothin but a Gangsta,
Party

It aint nothin but a Gangsta,
Party

It aint nothin but a Gangsta,
Party

This aint nothin but a Gangsta,
Party

It aint nothin but a Gangsta,
Party

It aint nothin but a Gangsta,
Party

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Platinum (Feat. R. Kelly) – Snoop Dogg

Lirik lagu: Platinum (Feat. R. Kelly)

‘Bout to make the night shine
Snoop
Kellz

Platinum through the doors

V12 rollin’ nigga goin’ platinum
V12 rollin’ nigga goin’ platinum
V12 rollin’ nigga goin’ platinum
V12 rollin’ nigga goin’ platinum

[R. Kelly:]
Swag like a lighter
And I keep my swag lit
Man I’m on fire
That can’t tell a nigga shit
V12 rolling
Got some honeys up in it
Say your pussy golden
But I only fuck with platinum chicks
Only talk platinum shit
Only swallow platinum spit
Speak my own slang-uage
Still I am the real-iest
Surrounded by Ciroc but your boy sipping Hennessy
Loves is a hospital and I was born in V.I.P.
Sick and there’s no cure
Bad case of V.I.P.
Still in the game killing you can call us M.V.P.
Whole fucking club jump in your cars and follow me
It’s dude from the Chi and the D.O. double G.

[Hook:]
We platinum
Platinum stars
Platinum
Platinum chicks
Platinum
Platinum clothes
Platinum
Platinum rich
Platinum
Platinum shots
Platinum
Platinum flights
Platinum
Platinum cribs
Platinum
Platinum lights

[Snoop Dogg:]
Let a motherfucker know from the ghetto
Limping, crimping and pimping mixing ’em all
Fixing the ball drifting listen dawg
My rap is that, my Cadillac is dripping wet
You can bet, turn it up, roll it up, burn it up
Give it back to me let me show you how to move that groove that weed that do that
All in fallin’ ballin’ yellin’ doggy do that chew that
Record sales, hoe sales, detail, retail, you fail, we sell
Ding dong get your momma ring your bell
Back in the club with my nephew Kellz
25 girls in the Dogg cartel and they do what the Dogg say grifted or walkway
Pimping on them all day can’t you tell
I’m liking it loving it cubbin’ it gubbin’ it drinks up blunts lit platinum boss shit
Nigga you know how we do this

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[Hook]

[Snoop Dogg:]
Take it back in the back of the car
Mack-mack like macking them hard, like that, quote backing them hard
Rich nigga with a platinum card in a platinum car with mink on the seat
Hoes on the street cause they all wanna make that trip to the promised land
Little mama can give it to me like I’m the man
Give it to me like I told you
Grab you, flip you, hold you, break you down
Stop depress, drop your dress, cause I’m gon’ take you down
What d’you think I got drink and you won’t drink right now
Two shots and now you ready for that tat-tat-toawww
And I’m gon’ give you that
I know that you diggin’ that
Platinum smile on your face yeah they know I’m diggin’ that
And I’m liking it, loving it, cubbin’ it, gubbin’ it, drinks up blunts lit platinum
Boss shit
You know how we do this

[Hook]

Look at us mob we at the bar
We going crazy woah
Earth is our turf
We on them jets
Leaving them haters woah
Snoop poppin’ bottles I got models
‘Bout to mix it woah
I see your man he causing problems ’bout to fix it woah
You cats is sloppy
Call me the clean up man
Pimpin’s my hobby
First love mic in hand
I got a platinum car
I got a platinum chain
I got a platinum chick
And she give me platinum brain
I ain’t gonna bullshit ya ladies
This the real thing
While they going gold
We done went platinum man

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[Hook]

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Snoop Dogg

Buss’n Rocks – Snoop Dogg

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

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[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

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[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

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