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snoop dogg – protocol lyrics



watch your mouth never speak on what you not know
i’m from the west coast i turn his face into a pothole
15 deep n-gg-s creepin’ in the tahoe
let’s see you act macho when i pull the burner on ya
sideways like a taco
rap n-gg-s we all talk like a raldo
trunk full of cargo
dry like barstow
-rs-nal run up on ’em
get up on ’em
drill ’em with the clips
n-gg-s gon’ respect mine
i run this whole sh-t
crip rag in my pocket
three eighty on my hip
but back to this hip hop
who next on the list
gangstas don’t kiss we get old and die rich
i smoke till i’m sleep
crush these n-gg-s with my fist
your daddy was a coward you’s a son of a b-tch
so back to the glock with the infra-blue clip
we hit licks and gang bang
you on some t-pain sh-t
chop the pop and 20 crip
watch the flames h-t his whip
then i’m back to the block sh-t
rock sh-t, hot sh-t
hit ’em in the chest
doggy run up in his pockets
misrepresenting sock him in his eye socket
i sat back and let you little n-gg-s make your profits
nonsense, i’m watching, hoes out of pocket
you heard what they say
don’t block it till you knock it
you stole my whole style
i’m ’bout to take you fools hostage
brrrah, bhrrrrah
from the looks to the hooks
i’m looking at these new n-gg-s flippin’ through my book
there’s only one king
is you a p-wn or a rook?
i got hand machine guns and soldiers on foot
so beef with me it’s none
n-gg- done south huh
i throw a bullet at ya who gon catch it n-gg- duck
then send them goons at ya
turn your weapons into dust
you against me it’s like trying to fight a bus
i’m at the bet awards sitting in disgust
it’s still a (g thang) but yet they wanna be us
they wanna be daz
they wanna be kurupt
cash on delivery money up front
bubble kush out a purple blunt
who’s the best n-gg- circle one
snoop dogg
i’m large in the streets
my arms and my feets knee deep in the game
i’m the best on the beat
let you little n-gg-s speak
and run for a treat
motherf-ckin’ geeks
all y’all n-gg-s owe me until you rest in peace
and that’s our d.p.g. motherf-cka

[outro – snoop talking]
that’s real sh-t man
how the f-ck y’all gon’ keep having these award shows out here on the west coast
but ain’t no m-th-rf-ckas from the west coast winning no awards, n-gg-?
it’s like that, it’s just like that

we showed you n-gg-s how to do this sh-t
b-tch -ss n-gg-.
want some, get some.
bad enough, take some

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