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snoop dogg - ghetto symphony lyrics

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yo nephew, give me some of that no limit sh-t
yeah, we got my n-gg- fiend in the house
c-murder in this motherf-cker, mystikal all up in this b-tch
goldie loc, mm, mm, my nephew silkk the shocker
oh yeah, we got somethin’ for the ladies too
mia x, run this b-tch

lyrical arsonist, lady alligator
down south, hustler, former weight smuggler
i’m mother, of the tank, gave birth to an army
guerrilla millionaires, so don’t even ask, if you wanna
get to clappin’, soldier action specialty of style

we made the whole world respect the underground while
some of y’all n-gg-z talk sh-t and get mad
’cause we did it with a foot up your -ss and it’s still there
i cares not about your click or your block

i’m still that same b-tch to run up in your spot and knock you off
broad, with the cause, b-tch on a mission
keep them n-gg-z by they nuts while you hoes be d-ck kissin’

missin’ the game, d-mn b-tch it’s written in plain ebonics
so shake that come-up off you brain and do the knowledge
mia x, kickin’ off the ghetto symphony
next soldier up, tell ’em who the f-ck you be
(what? it’s fiend y’all)

put me in the ring with real mc’s and watch ’em run for cover
and hidin’ in trees, to escape the mic that i breathe on
bleed on, exceed on

weak rappers with t-tles after twelve
hit a bell that’s what i’ll feed on
microphone don, walkin’ flesh, talkin’ bomb
bringin’ harm, to the calm and, them be alarmed
it’s the african, oh, you wanna battle again?

i’ll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plans
oh d-mn, totin’ two pistols like yosemite sam
old man be grand, loud as the southern band
pickups and caravans, the soldier, that could, that can
i would be the man but god beat me to them plans

next up, on the m i c
c-murder, get busy for the symphony

i be’s that n-gg- on the tank, always trippin’ never slippin’
have you reminiscin’ and missin’, that fool in your picture
call me bossalinie b-tch without the mo’s at shows
and f-ck dose who oppose we runnin’ them hoes

365 motherf-ckin’ days a year
i have your fool staggerin’ just like a bottle of beer
you n-gg-z runnin’ from the cops, well i ain’t runnin’ no mo’
i flip the bird when i swerve, man, f-ck them hoes

i’m crazy my nagga but uh, i thought y’all knew that, sh-t
oh you ain’t see the news? sh-t i’m the n-gg- with the tru tat
ask my n-gg- keno, sh-t, i just don’t give a f-ck
and if you run up wrong, i’ma f-ck you up, you b-tch you

next up, on the m i c
silkk the shocker get busy on the symphony

now when i come this far f-cker, don’t it sound like a hit?
y’all didn’t know what the f-ck y’all thinkin’ ’bout
you sound like a b-tch
(beotch!)

sh-t it sound like a wish, you know when you got a
motherf-ckin’ hit b-tch? when it sound like this
or you fake n-gg-z get enough heart, and try to
bust a rhyme at this clip

f-ck around and miss, then f-ck around and get found in a ditch
gotta labels give me dough, when they find i can, gross this much
freestyle sh-t, you can tell em i ain’t, wrote this stuff

silkk the shocker, klc perv and mash like, snoop and dre n-gg-
y’all can relate to [unverified] get a contract like, mj n-gg-
it ain’t where you from, it’s where the f-ck you at
n o l i m i t, top dogg, and i’m f-ckin’ with that

next up, on the m i c
mystikal get busy on the symphony

who sh-t motherf-cker godd-mn
i keep it hype, b-tch i’m the man
when the f-ck you ever heard somebody say
that they don’t say my song

or that i don’t roll on every f-ckin’ verse i’m rappin’ on
(that n-gg- mystikal tighter than a muh’f-cker)
ha, ha?
i came up off of peter piper bells and the ll’s bad
nee n-gg- to be p-ssed off with me
’cause their old lady they call me their baby

mc’s pilin’ up and crowdin’ up but i’m their favorite
the type to fly buyin’ a z-28 iroc
and chop you in your motherf-ckin’ face
(hii, yah)
your alb-m ain’t t-te, what in the f-ck is you pushin’?
you played out just like old woman p-ssy

next up, on the m i c
goldie loc, get busy on the symphony

now watch me put these haters to the test, acc-mulatin’ with my stress
fold ’em f-ck ’em fifty, get the sh-t up off my chest
releasin’ anger, all natural gangsta energy
goldie loc the name, dogg house game

motherf-ckers better start backin’ up
(whattup whattup)
we in the tank punk busters
motherf-ckers don’t wanna see us loc’d up
little goldie loc, goldie locks the same thang
smashin’ for the hood, ’cause i wanted to gang bang

last up, i believe that’s me
snoop dogg, light up the mic for the symphony

this jam is dedicated to all non optimistics
that thought i wasn’t comin’, out with some exquisite, rhymes
but that’s okay, ’cause now i’m back
to kill all the rumors and straighten the facts

like i’m, doin’ bad, gettin’ ganked for my bank
now you all on my d-ck when you see i’m tru tank dogg
you say, “mm, mm, mm, ain’t that somethin’
dogg i bought yo’ alb-m, my n-gg-, that sh-t is b-mpin’
i apologize, i’m sorry for the drama
can i get your autograph for my baby momma?”

sh-t i’m settin’ it off, lettin’ it off, bustin’
hustlin’, rushin’, dustin’ motherf-ckers
droppin’ the heat, lock up the street, we ‘posed to
i put this pistol in your mouth, now what you gon’ do?

top of the line, first cl-ss
i pop a cap in yo’ -ss, then pop some more in the gl-ss
too legit to quit, i’m spittin’ gangsta sh-t
man f-ck all that yappin’, we bout that gun clappin’

no limit, yeah, that’s what’s happenin’
f-ck all that yappin’, we bout that gun clappin’, yeah
in the real world, talk is cheap, actions speak louder than words
no limit records, here to protect and serve

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