Snoop Dogg - Ghetto Symphony Lyrics
[snoop dogg]Yo nephew, give me some of that no limit shitYeah..We got my nigga fiend in the houseC-murder in this mother*****erMystikal all up in this *****Goldie loc, hm-hmmMy nephew silkk the shockerOh yeah, we got somethin for the ladies tooMia x, run this *****[mia x]Lyrical arsonist, lady alligatorDown south, hustler, former weight smugglerIm mother, of the tank, gave birth to an armyGuerilla millionaires, so dont even ask, if you wannaGet to clappin, soldier action specialty of styleWe made the whole world respect the underground whileSome of yall niggaz talk shit and get madCause we did it with a foot up your ass, and its still thereI cares not about your click or the blockIm still that same ***** to run up in your spot and knock you offBroad, with the cause (yeah) ***** on a missionKeep them niggaz by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissinMissin the game, damn ***** its written in plain ebonicsSo shake that come-up off you brain and do the knowledgeMia x, kickin off the ghetto symphonyNext soldier up, tell em who the ***** you be[fiend]Whut? its fiend yallPut me in the ring with real mcs, and watch em run for coverAnd hidin in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe onBleed on, exceed on!Weak rappers with titles after twelveHit a bell thats what Ill feed on!Microphone don, walkin flesh, talkin bombBringin harm, to the calm, and, them be alarmedIts the african, oh, you wanna battle again?Ill turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plansOh damn, totin two pistols like yosemite samOld man be grand, loud as the southern bandPickups and caravans, the soldier, that could, that canI would be the man, but God beat me to them plans[snoop dogg]Next up, on the m-i-cC-murder, get busy for the symphony[c-murder]I bes that nigga on the tank, always trippin never slippinHave you reminiscin and missin, that fool in your pictureCall me bossalinie ***** without the mos at showsAnd ***** dose who oppose (why? ) we runnin them hoesThree-hundred and sixty-five mother*****in days a yearI have your fool staggerin just like a bottle of beerYou niggaz runnin from the cops, well I aint runnin no moI flip the bird when I swerve, man, ***** them hoesIm crazy my nagga, but uh, I thought yall knew that, shitOh you aint see the news? shit Im the nigga with the tru tatAsk my nigga keno, shit, I just dont give a *****And if you run up wrong, ima ***** you up, you ***** you[snoop dogg]Next up, on the m-i-cSilkk the shocker get busy on the symphony[silkk the shocker]Now would I come this far *****er? if I didnt sound like a hitYall didnt know what the ***** yall thinkin boutYou sound like a ***** (beotch!)Shit it sound like a wish, you know when you got a mother*****in hit,*****? ? when it sound like this!Or you fake niggaz get enough heart, and try to bust aRhyme at this click***** around and miss, then ***** around and getFound in a ditchGotta labels give me dough, when they find I can, gross this muchFreestyle shit, you can tell em I aint, wrote this stuffSilkk the shocker, klc perv and mash like, snoop and dre niggaYall can relate to ? ? ? ? ? ? get a contract like, mj niggaIt aint where you from; its where the -- ***** you atN-o-l-i-m-i-t, top dogg, and Im *****in with that[snoop dogg]Next up, on the m-i-cMystikal get busy on the symphony[mystikal]Whoo shit mother*****er God damn!!I keep it hyyyyyype, ***** Im the man!When the ***** you ever heard somebody say that they dont say my songOr that I dont roll on every *****in verse Im rappin on(that nigga mystikal tighter than a muh*****er) hahhhhh?I came up off of _peter piper_ bells and the lls _bad_? ? nee? ? nigga to be pissed off with meCause their old lady they call me their babyMcs pilin up and crowdin up, but Im their favoriteThe type to fly buyin a z-28 irocAnd chop you in your mother*****in face (hiii-yah)Your album aint tite, what in the ***** is you pushin?You played out just like old woman *****[snoop dogg]Next up, on the m-i-cGoldie loc, get busy on the symphony[goldie loc]Now watch me put these haters to the test, accumulatin with my stressFold em ***** em fifty, get the shit up off my chestReleasin anger, all natural gangsta energyGoldie loc the name, dogg house gameMother*****ers better start backin up (whattup whattup)We in the tank punk busters, mother*****ers dont wanna see us locd upLittle goldie loc, goldie locks the same thangSmashin for the hood, cause I wanted to gangbang[snoop dogg]Last up, I believe thats meSnoop dogg, light up the mic for the symphonyThis jam is dedicated to all non-optimisticsThat thought I wasnt comin, out with some exquisite, rhymesBut thats ok, cause now Im backTo kill all the rumors, and straighten the factsLike umm, doin bad, gettin ganked for my bankNow you all on my dick when you see Im tru tank doggYou say, mmmm mmm mmm! aint that somethinDogg I bought yo album, my nigga, that shit is bumpinI apologize, Im sorry for the dramaCan I get your autograph for my baby momma?Shit Im settin it off, lettin it off, bustinHustlin, rushin, dustin mother*****ersDroppin the heat, lock up the street, we posed toI put this pistol in your mouth, now what you gon do?Top of the line, first classI pop a cap in yo ass, then pop some more in the glassToo legit to quit, Im spittin gangsta shitMan ***** all that yappin, we bout that gun clappinNo limit, yeah, thats whats happenin***** all that yappin, we bout that gun clappinYeahIn the real world, talk is cheapActions speak louder than wordsNo limit records, here to protect and serve
