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snoop doggy dogg - serial killa lyrics

six million ways to die, choose one

[kurupt]
it’s time to escape, but i don’t know where the f-ck i’m headed
up or down, right or left, life or death
i see myself in a mist of smoke
death becomes any n-gg- that takes me for a joke
we hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work
unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all n-gg-z
anybody killa, you know what the deal is
n-gg-, you know what the real is

[daz]
i see some mark brand n-gg-z on the corner flaggin me down
sayin, “yo daz, what’s up with the pound?
is that n-gg- snoop alright? aiyyo what’s up with the crew?
is them n-gg-z in jail, or are them n-gg-z through?”
i said, “if you ain’t up on thangs..
snoop dogg is the name, dogg pound’s the game”
it’s like this they don’t understand
it’s an everyday thang, to g-ngb-ng
make that twist, don’t be a b-tch, let these n-gg-z know
what’s up witchu i represent the pound and death row
and can’t no other motherf-cker in l.a. or long beach
and compton and watts see d-o-g’s
now, you can’t come and you can’t run, and you can’t
see long to the g of the gang
one gun is all that we need, to put you to rest
{pump pump!} put two slugs dead in your chest
now you dead then a motherf-cker creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, f-ckin with the pound is

[rbx] suicide, it’s a suicide (4x)

[snoop]
the cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
now you in the midst of the dogg pound crew
ain’t no clue, on why the f-ck we do what we do
leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh
don’t make a move for your gat so soon ’cause
i drops bombs like platoon (ay n-gg-)
walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
i’ll take you on a journey, and i promise i won’t leave you
(i won’t leave you) until you get the full comprehension
and when you do, that’s when the mission
or survival, becomes your every thought
keep your eyes open, ’cause you don’t wanna be caught
half steppin with your weapon on safety
now break yourself motherf-cker, ‘fore you make me
take this 211 to another level
i come up with your ends, you go down with the devil
now roam through the depths of h-ll
where the rest your busta -ss homeboys dwell
well…

[rbx] suicide, it’s a suicide (4x)

now tell me, what’s my motherf-ckin name?

[rbx] serial killa, serial killa, serial killa

(“wake up in the mornin, to lucky charms cereal..”)

[rbx]
deep, deep like the mind of minolta, now picture this!
let’s picnic inside a morgue
not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets
and i got the machine, that cracks your f-ckin chest plates
open and release them guts
then i release def cuts
brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck
now everybody scream nuff respect to the x
nuff respect given
disrespect and you will not be livin
word to momma, emma, drama, dilemma

[rbx] suicide, it’s a suicide (4x)

now tell me, what’s my motherf-ckin name
serial killa, serial killa, serial killa

(“wake up in the mornin, to lucky charms cereal..”)

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