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Snoop, Snoop, Snoop Ah, ah Got this city on my back, nigga, Eastside savage Pistol grip pump on my lap automatic, shit Indo smoke, fuckin' with a nigga cataracts Roll down the windows, sound of the battle axe Popo outside lookin' for the shooter Hoes sat with me, we don't need no approval Always sleep with one eye open, Snoop Dogg the ruler Finger on the trigger, watchin' these niggas Swingin' down on my chariot dodgin' the law Lookin' in my rear view, nigga, guess who I saw (Who?) Dre the dopeman cookin' that dope He was swervin' that thing, I was sellin' that coke Doin' 'bout a hundred on these century spokes With a pocket full of money and a fat-ass robe Precious diamonds on my finger like the Lord of the Rings Liftin' up my left leg just to piss on your dreams (Now when they let the dog out) These pussy cats get frisky (I think you took the wrong route) My nigga, that shit risky Psycho, I know you don't want a light show Eyes slow maestro, smokin' on that nitro Letras de canciones Motherfucker, be real (Pressure) The woman wan' fuck with the man still (Oh, oh, pressure) A nigga hurtin' them heels Would do anything for them dollar bills Talkin' 'bout mass appeal, ooh (My dog) Pressure Been a long time comin', now we back on the move Nothin' to prove, it's just another rendezvous Speakin' of which, I'm lookin' for a bitch to please Which of these in need of a different breed? Yeah Yard dog in the yacht, hood, no Addy She said she wanna eat a hot dog, I'm 'a relish it You ever met a billionaire with a million fetishes? This ain't for the delicate, all my shit is effortless Dead, that's how I like my fuckin' presidents Thirty years later and your nigga still relevant Top of the world, yeah, nigga, that's my residence Eastside Crip shit, bang bang, ghetto kid (Now when they let the dog out) These pussy cats get frisky (I think you took the wrong route) My nigga, that shit risky Psycho, I know you don't want a light show Eyes slow maestro, smokin' on that nitro Motherfucker, be real (Pressure) The woman wan' fuck with the man still (Oh, oh, pressure) A nigga hurtin' them heels Would do anything for them dollar bills Talkin' 'bout mass appeal, ooh (My dog) Pressure From Letras Mania