Correction Paroles Vaping in the Hood par Snoop Dogg

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The motherf**kin world is a ghetto
Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal
When the smoke settle..
I'm just lookin for a big yellow;
In six inch stilettos
Dr. Dre, Hello, perculatin keep em waitin
While you sittin here hatin', yo' b*t*h is hyperventilatin'
Hopin that we penetratin', you gets naythin'
Cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin'
Gangbang affiliatin'; MC Ren'll have you
Wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon
(Get to dialing) 9 1 1 emergency
(And you can tell em) It's my son he's hurtin' me
(And hе's a felon) On parole for robbery
Ain't no coppin' a plеa, ain't no stoppin' a G
I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
You handle sh*t sloppily I drop a ki properly
They call me the Don Dada
Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala
Wanna talk about this concrete? n***a I'm a scholar
The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible
Beg a ho, let it go, d**k ain't edible
n***a ain't federal, I plan sh*t
While you hand picked motherf**kers givin up transcripts
Villain blows up yo' spot
Take yo' notebook yo' b*t*h and yo' Glock
This motherf**ker thought the coochie had a padlock
You slapped her ass that's alarmin
Cause she want my Worm like Carmen
We chin check n***as, them thin check n***as
Run trains on gold diggers beware these fo' n***as
Scarin motherf**kers like Stephen King flicks
Makin' n***as clear the room like a dyke fleein' d**k
Makin 2nd II None sh*t, n***a like Quik
So when I bomb first n***a who you rollin with?
f**k that ice on your wrist, f**k yo' fine ass b*t*h
Cause you could lose it in a tussle n***a watch me hustle
Watch n***as kiss my ass without flexin a muscle
b*t*hes - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle
Same time same channel don't change the dial
n***az4Life, f**kin your wife, these n***as wild (Hello)

I started this gangsta sh*t
And this the motherf**kin thanks I get? (Hello)
I started this gangsta sh*t
And this the motherf**kin thanks I get? (Hello)

Did I fall off?, Got you in your room
Rippin every "Chronic" poster on your wall off
Just cause I put away the sawed off
Now I got you sittin back with a smirk;
Listening with your arms crossed
Questioning Dre's credibility (What?)
Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits;
Y'all be killin me
As if I need to make mo' I got a mansion
And six cars that are paid fo' suck my d**k! (Hello)
We came a long way from not givin a f**k
Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up
Now we got the whole world starstruck
Made a million plus and still don't give a motherf**k
Motherf**ker I'm Dre - I don't need your respect
I don't need to make another album b*t*h I don't gotta do sh*t
I do it because I want to not to stay in the game
f**k the fame, I'm still stayin the same, lil' b*t*h! (Hello)
I started this gangsta sh*t
And this the motherf**kin thanks I get? (Hello)
I started this gangsta sh*t
And this the motherf**kin thanks I get? (Hello)

Look at these n***as With Attitudes
Look at these n***as With Attitudes (Hello)
Look at these n***as With Attitudes
Look at these n***as With Attitudes
Look at these n***as With Attitudes
Look at these n***as With Attitudes
Look at these n***as With Attitudes
Look at these n***as With Attitudes..

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