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2009-07-21

I Can't Swim

I am Sir Dogg, DPG, f**k and I hate water I never learned to swim Aah, put me down, let go of my leg I hate water, I can't swim, aah Now matter where I go, you got'cha eyes on me And everybody sittin' around, waitin' on me Show us how you do it, Uncle Snoopy So fluid wit' your technique, y'all niggaz gon' respect me Man, I been doin' dis' shit before I even learned how to crawl, though Gettin' interviewed by mothaf**kaz like Geraldo And niggaz wanna know if I smoke Newports or Marlboros? Man, I'm f**kin' wit' dat real shit, nigga can you feel dis'? I make dat shit for the realest of millions While I'm wheelin' and dealin' and feelin the feelin' Hmm and oh, what a relief it is That Snoop is back in dis, mothaf**ka handlin' his biz Takin' care of his kids and makin' hits, oh, shit There it is again, you never know if your career might flop, fizz So, stay on your toes and keep a pair wit'cha foes And keep a set of new hoes and floatin' and tie da bow f**k these niggaz and peep out Whitey Ro Somebody told? Well then, somebody gettin' rolled on And that's usually how the scenario rolls on Baby girl said she wanna keep her clothes on She either f**kin', gettin' stole on or gotta stroll home Well number one, keep your hand on your gun And don't trust anyone, ohh, you can't trust nobody, baby You can't even trust your own Mama This is Snoopy Collins, trust no one, especially a bitch Or even a bitch a*s, nigga, yo, ha T R U S T in me, I'm s*xy but I'm pus*y The homies in the hood call me Lil' Bo Peep And you da type a nigga, I been dyin' ta meet So Snoopy, what'chu tryin' to do? Now hold on lil' mama, ain't no reason for me to lie to you Now what I'm tryin' to do and what I'm gon' do Is hit this bud, I got a wife at home Bitch, I ain't lookin' for none You might got kids for 'cuz or down wit' bud Pushin' them dubs, look here 'cuz Lemme tell you how it's gon' be If I was broke loc, these bitches wouldn't want me I'm tellin' you the good God truth, you want proof? Ask them hoes over there, "Y'all wanna f**k, Snoop?" We'll take the money and the game away I bet they won't say the same that day But it's okay 'cuz I don't trip 'Cuz, "Bitches, ain't shit but hoes and tricks" I thought I told you, bitch, I'm a soulja East side, long beach, gang bang roller From the solar 'cuz this is it Can ya dig it? I can dig it Jelly Roll, pulled a rabbit out his hat I pull a strap out my mothaf**kin' back, aah, 'cuz I know it's like dat I'm in a meetin' wit' these white folks talkin' bread They want a contract on a nigga till' I'm dead If I don't sign they gon' turn me over to the feds They struck me out, now I'm pinch hittin' for the Reds But I'm a Dodger Blue, so I gotta keep it true I gotta home run, nigga we long gone I'm realizin', justizin', visualizin' Rip ridin', put mines in Takin' this game to the next level Trustin' no one, especially them Red Devils Keep ya head level, hand on my get up Stay on the red up, pimpin' ain't easy But there's a whole lot of fed up And like I told you from the get go Don't trust no one, like I told you from the getti, don't trust no one Oh, no, you did it again, put me down I hate water, I can't swim, I never learned to swim I shouldn't have trusted you, I put all of my trust in you And you took me to the water, oh , no

Tha Last Meal

2000-12-19

Tha Last Meal
  1. Intro
  2. Hennesey N Buddah
  3. Snoop Dogg (What's My Name Pt. 2)
  4. True Lies
  5. Wrong Idea
  6. Go Away
  7. Set It Off
  8. Stacey Adams
  9. Lay Low
  10. Bring It On
  11. Game Court (Skit)
  12. Issues
  13. Brake Fluid (Biiittch Pump Yo Brakes)
  14. Ready 2 Ryde
  15. Loosen' Control
  16. I Can't Swim
  17. Leave Me Alone
  18. Back Up Off Me
  19. Y'all Gone Miss Me