Sticky Fingers

Buck 'Em
(Fuck 'em)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 systemShooting off rhymes like a pistolFucking your click off with this blowThis hoe, that hoe make me richSnoop Dogg please won't you break that bitchI'm back in the game getting my doughAnd fuck any motherfucker that say it ain't soDo it to em be youngCause on the real dogg you the hardest nigga we umWe shaking em off, breaking em offShot him in his face and now they taking him offHere's a shout out to those with quad outFool we should have got out, now you getting popped out I'm not out to diss but to get my chipsAnd smash, pass with cashAnd blaze the spliff now pass the fifthFor real nigga did you hear me, ya heardYou ran up and got served, ha haNow ain't that a trip (what what)SongtexteYou need to get up off of that bullshitC'mon(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)Young beast to four greenDirty or clean nigga the money is all green(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)Cock it back ya know meEvery nigga look the same behind a stocking cap(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)Shit on waistedRather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)Don't make a differenceNiggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix itFuck em, the scene is set (set)And it's a million bitch niggas bout to straight get wetI walk em all in the streetFuck em, I cuff they hands and blind they eyes and hog tie they feetFuck em, with no remorse nigga cut em downLove the way we shut em down, shit it ain't funny nowUsed to be my buddy pal, nigga wet and bloody nowNigga where your homies now, half them niggas funny styleFuck em, it's bout to get shitty nowDoggy bout to get him now cause you better sit him downNigga what up now, you act like a bitchYou bound to get fucked you trick ass snitchFuck em, boy we on a rampageRippin up this damn stage, yeah it's still a G thingSlammin doors, slapping hoesCuz fuck videos, I get a hundred for showsIf you ain't got the papersI ain't got the time to sit and chat about the motherfucking vaporsBitch, don't even tripYou need to raise up off of that bullshitC'mon(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)Young beast to four greenDirty or clean nigga the money is all green(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)Cock it back ya know meEvery nigga look the same behind a stocking cap(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)Shit on waistedRather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)Don't make a differenceNiggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix it(Fuck 'em) Aus Songtexte Mania