crooked i - slap back (snoop dogg diss) lyrics
[intro]
snoop’s gone wild
[verse 1]
somebody tell them b+tch n+ggas that the boss is here
from the label that they often fear because they soft and queers
put ’em in a bronze coffin’ arms and palms crossed and mom’s lost and engulfed in tears, i’m a [?] career (n+gga)
soon as the raw dog appears, the sawed off got ’em talkin’ quick as auctioneers, crooked
i, where is your mercy? got a 44 on your shirt and you ain’t even wearing a jersey, i
aim and i spit ten, crazy as [?] [?] henchmen, try to play me and get your cranium kicked in, n+gga
tha row got drama to give, one shot benihana ya wig (bop, bop)
set up shop where ya live now i’m on top of ya crib with a revolver
aimin’ it at ya momma and kids ’cause i’m a monster
snoop dogg eat a d+ck, i stomp ya
hit ya with the rocket launcher then smash daz dilly
smack your ass silly with the mac milly, fracture your sacroiliac now is that really
what you want, huh? get your back broken
get your b+tch sn+tched, quit your crack smokin’
young crooked represents ghetto america
carry two burners just to bury ya (woo)
i guess you don’t wanna see me rich
a f+ckin’ junkie and a tv snitch, ain’t that a b+tch
[chorus]
i can’t believe you b+tch n+ggas want some
when ya slip then where ya gon’ run? (yeah n+gga)
it’s tha row n+gga and now i’m on one
dial 911 whenever (yo) tha row come
[verse 2]
i kept it gangsta on every occasion, i
couldn’t snitch under heavy persuasion (no), you
better get ready for deadly invasions and duck
from them weapons he’s raisin’
some n+ggas that i knew triple crossed me, now i gotta k!ll them n+ggas softly, i’m quick to get b+tch n+ggas off me
k!ll ’em with phenomenal sk!ll, swallow a million bullets like a palm full of pills, get socked in the grill
get shot ’till ya kneel, dropped in the field
get knocked off the top of ya hill
you ain’t popular for c+ckin’ ya steel (uh+uh)
ya popular for goin’ to the coppers and squeal, snoop ya not real (ohhh)
pimp slap me?
hold on, wait, stop, that’s as funny as you rockin’ a tank top (b+tch)
who the f+ck pumped you up to show your dopefiend shape?
somebody give this n+gga a steak and protein shake
cause he’s on a cold diet
box with crooked, don’t try it
[?] [?] [?] keep your hoe quite, yeah
ya could get pimped by the bishop don
heard ya gettin’ b+tt f+cked by his magic wand (uhhh)
and ya bending ya own artists over all the while
that’s why they call ya label doggystyle
now allow me to introduce
the n+gga that ain’t drop nuttin’ hot since gin and juice, this is snoop
fa shizzle my nizzle, fo sheezy nephew, d+mn that the n+gga’s first verse and his next too (ohhhhh)
all you good for is goin’ to snitch and tell
the reason og’s sit in jail, well
[chorus]
i can’t believe ya b+tch n+ggas want some (yeah)
when ya slip then where ya gon’ run? (yeah n+gga)
it’s tha row n+gga and now i’m on one
dial 911
[verse 3]
security and police, your nothin’ without it
i seen you get bombed on and do nothin’ about it
can snoop dogg f+ck with tha row? yo i doubt it
capital r scream it everyday and shout it
you try to go down south and get bout it, bout it
only reason ya left ’cause suge knight allowed it
snoopy on no limit, you didn’t last four minutes, your flows finished and that’s what’s gon’ diminish ya whole image
a k!ller with no witness, [?] [?], you have no business dissin’
but it won’t blemish tha row menace
ohhh, i rock a cradle with two
call me a crumb off your table, here’s what i’m able to do
n+gga i’m able to disable ya crew
cause i’m in my prime like pac when he took the label from you, b+tch n+gga!
yeah
[outro: 2pac & crooked i]
f+ck the rap game, n+gga this m.o.b
skinny motherf+cker
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