Snoop Dogg - Buss'n Rocks Lyrics
Another smoke session up in this mother*****erBlaze some shit up for me qYea, wussup dogg, this is whut Im talkin boutSome of that gangsta shit (eastside)Shuttin these niggas up (shut em up shut em up dogg)Westcoast nigga, quik and snoop dogg (forever)9-9 niggaWhen I wake up in the morning and I get up out my bedI feel good, o yes I doCause I still can give it up for youChorus:Cause were all a little strongIn the beach, where the papers longBut as for meI only g when Im bussn rocksDogg pound(repeat)Verse one:Nigga, you know you gotta have heartI told you niggas from the startIf Im still in it, Im in it for lifeAlways stay down and keep my motha *****in game tightCause ever since elementary, or was it pre-school quik?I was a motha *****in foolI had to have papers it was routineA young nigga on a mission for them collard greensI, shake niggasBreak niggasMake niggas, shank theyselvesFor *****in with my wealth (nigga)And itll catch onCause if it dont, its onAnd, cuzz, I aint even slippin when Im all aloneSittin back loungin in the chronic zoneClown me ya goneSurround me, its onGet the money youre goneMy niggas paper so longThey call him snoop caponeSo if you want me, get me, got meShould have shot himBut now they call me snoop gottiAnd thats all I lbcBetta yet, thats all I dpgcChorus (2x)Verse two:Im slappin bonesIn front of my homeChoppin game on the phoneSmokin a zoneBig 6, big 5-3s with ya *****esMy girls in the kitchen, cookin up some fish andIm blastin at this nigga that was trippinO, knuckle head nigga, thought I was slippinBut I wasnt slippin, I was on deckI blast his ass, peck peck now his shirts wetDead, gone, lights outWith no remorse, I had to take him outIm laughin at this shit cause it was funny*****in with the dogg I take your life and your moneyAnd then I dip to my spot (dip dip)And set up shop with yo rocks (motha *****a)And nobody gon speak on the 8-7Cause still, all doggs go to heavenChorus (2x)Verse 3:Im freestylinC-stylinSnoop and quik comin through we fin to take you to the islandWhere the *****es and the bud come freeAnd everybody listen to the d-o double gHoes on my dick, niggas on my nutsPeople be lovin me because I drop cutsThat makes sense, it make big moneySee snoop is that nigga who dont hafta play funnyBut I got yo honey, up under my wingCause she like the song that the bow-wow singIll put her in a clingI wont buy her a ringBut Ill put her on the hoe-stroll to make me some greenAnd even if she never even saw me befoTheres just no way that she can tell me noYou know my games unbelievable baby (uh uh, uh uh)And its strong enough to make your grandmama pay meChorus (2x)West coast, gangsta shitMy nigga dj qYeaLike I told yallDpg for the 9-9Dpg, yea top dogg, fo shoSmoke yall
