Snoop Dogg - 21 Jump Street Lyrics
Snoop:Hear ye, hear ye, come one come allIts the first annual g, nigga, and all my doggsAre invited, so go and enlight itCause its the first time in a long time (right)Reminiscing about the fresh fest back in 85When the dubs and the san diegs used to hoo rideOn mother*****ers like it was the thing to doEighty-five, eighty-fo, eight-tray, in year eighty-two (eighty-two)You know what the ***** Im talking aboutAfter party on the lake at the big homies houseAnd bet nobody bring a mother*****ing gunCause everybody in the houses from two-one...Tray deee:Twenty-first street, burst street, where it all startedAnd you know east side, long beach, the hardestNiggaz coming realer than the real mccoySo step with your rap and we bring the noiseIts the gang of fly *****es, homiez on the switchesDice in the back if ya wanna get your richesNo snitches allowed inside the crowdCause this is the g thang, east side l.b.c. brangIn to have some fun represent two-oneAnd bet nobody bring a motha*****ing gun and a...Snoop:Yeah, king park was the locationAnd the bigga g that was my destination(we were) lookin up to niggaz coming up before meAnd l.b.c. into my east side homies..... (its like)Nobody can see you, but you (yeah, the east sides perfect)Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, now thats worth it)Nobody can see you, but you (hell yeah, the east sides perfect)Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, yeah, now thats worth it)Tatatata.....Snoop (tray):If ya bring a strap, then ya have to trip(so if youre on a mission nigga, go on and dip)We got meat to eat, (freaks to meet)And chronic we can smoke on, (if I ever get a loc on)Strolling through the park one dayPuffing on a fat ass j. with my homie named trayDeee tryin to see if we could put this lbc thingBack together like it was supposed to seeTray:Cause ya know Im down with ya to make em get the pictureAnd if I have to sit ya down then I spit yaGame from the heart, I came from the startSee I was regulating when crackers was the dailysSnoop:Nigga let me interact with my black croaker sacks*And a gray golf hat tilted to the back (whats up? )Ditchin sunday school to get a pack of now and latersWhile Im rolling with the stealers and killin with the raidersTray:And when we bang with the saints then we aint no jokeCome around from outta bounds and we goes for brokeNow were breaking em up (hmm hmm), shaking em up (yeah)And just for a second were waking em up(continue) giving up game on his tired ass feetWith a small dedication to two-one street
