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10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Snoop Dogg Here we go Nigga, understand, West Coast Son of Sam Drumming wit' a hunnid bands 'Cause that ain't shit to a real Crip, cuz You'll swallow every clip before a nigga slip, cuz LBC, yeah, we gets love 213, rest in peace, Nate It's real in the field, keep your cleats laced Crack a bitch, hit the switch and make the back scrape down Smoke a pound when I move around, yeah The world is my lounge chair Real sharks turn guppies, y'all drown here When everyday to me is New Year's Eve, Swizzy the countdown (Snoop) 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Snoop Dogg Now I'm back getting another bag Clocking the grip, never gon' slip, I put the "R" in Crip C's up, G's up, B's up, aw He's up, we's up, East up Get a real woman, don't trust these slu- And when you're around the cops don't say three much Letras de cancionesIt gets cold for a winner in the winter For a rich Crip shit can get, Big Dogg, pick of the litter Stopped drinking cause my liver act up But now I bring back the savage like a rental Gold and black flannel, grip gripping on a handle Selling weed, selling songs, got shows on four channels like 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, countdown, 1 Snoop Dogg Go crazy in this mothafucka right now Go crazy in this bitch, mothafuckin' now Go crazy in this bitch, right, right now Go crazy in this bitch, right, right (Snoop Dogg) C-R-I-P, y'all ain't gon ever see a G like me again So get a glimpse of a winner A rich Crip, shit can get-a Swizzy the countdown 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, countdown, 1 Snoop Dogg From Letras Mania