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snoop dogg - b please lyrics

yeah.. time to bring yo’ -ss to the table y’all
it’s x to the z xzibit, yeah (where you at?)
snoop double-d, uh, o.g. (west coast, los angeles)
what, bringin it live, with dr. dre, what?
throwin up a big–ss w, coverin up the world right?
yeahhh! hah, listen look

you ain’t tryin to hot box with me, i swing hard liquor
goin down by the second round, all hail the underground
how dat sound? xzibit backin down from a conflict
f-ck the nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb sh-t
gl-ss and metal in every direction
innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson
i’m the reason there’s no time to reach for that weapon
and reason why n-ggas with problems keep on steppin
xzibit ready to scr-p, like mike tyson with his license back
nine to five, minimum wage, what type of life is that
for me? it’s blasphemy, you f-ckin around
with the sundance kid and butch c-ssidy
you had the audacity to wanna tangle with the x
strangle your neck, slap you like the opposite s-x
drunk drivin tryin to stack my loot
while other rappers gettin “treated like a prost-tute”
so check the soundscan

all i wanna be was a g, ha
my whole life, n-gga please, ha
breakin off these motherf-ckin keys, ha
let’s get these motherf-ckin g’s, ha
n-gga you don’t wanna f-ck with this..

hmm.. aww nah, big snoop dogg
back up in the heezee bay-bay
you jockin my style, “you so cra-zy”
dre say, ain’t no limit to this
as long as we drop gangsta sh-t
look here b-tch, you fine and i dig your style
come f-ck with a n-gga, do it +doggystyle+
i’ll be gentle, sentimental
sh-t, we f-cked in the rental
lincoln, continental
hmm, coast to coast, l.a. to chicago
(yeah n-gga you know what’s happenin man)
i get this p-ssy everywhere that i go
(these b-tches know what time it is)
ask the b-tches in your hood cause they know
(h-ll yeah, hoes know about a n-gga like me man)
i get the p-ssy everywhere that i go
(i pimp these hoes, n-gga, ha ha)
ask the b-tches in your hood cause they know

b-tch please, get down on your god d-mn knees
for this money chronic clothes and weed (look)
you f-ckin with some real o.g’s
b-tch please
b-tch please, get down on your motherf-ckin knees
we came to get the motherf-ckin g’s
yeah, you f-ckin’ with some real o.g’s
you d-ck-tease!

b-tch, please! now what you need to do is
hem my coat, and roll me some dough (f’real)
different strokes (uh-huh) for different folks
oh, you like settin n-ggas up and gettin them loc’s
a cute lil’ b-tch with a whole lotta heart
sh-t gets thick when the light gets dark

she say she gots a l!ck for me (well hook it up)
worth about, two hundred g’s and thirty keys
now check this out dre, now if i don’t move
then a n-gga like me, sh-t i don’t lose
but you know me, dogg i’m movin
ain’t nuttin to it, but to get to groovin
you been, waitin on a n-gga like me (whas’ happenin)
to take that chance and rob yo’ man and beat up the p-ssy
a victim of the circ-mstance (yeah right)
that’s the devil, they always wanna dance
see we go out with a bang (bang bang!)
i’m tryin to work this cold thang, and take this whole thang
i get the money everywhere that i go (i go)
i bust a b-tch and take her money fo’ sho (fo’ sho)
i get the money everywhere that i go (i go)
i bust a b-tch and take her money fo’ sho (fo’ sho)

aiyyo.. aiyyo aiyyo; you don’t wanna step to me
still claimin d.p.g. – til the day i d-i-e

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