Snoop Dogg - Oh No (feat. 50 Cent) Lyrics
50 talkin: It's 50 dent & S-N-double O-PYou don't want no snoop & you don't want it wit meChorus (50 cent):Everytime I come around they like "Oh No"I get to trippin; slap the clip up in my 44Shit I been thru in my hood made my heart coldI get to poppin off that thang like I'm locoNo sense in coppin pleas when you see my knife out (knife out)Mother*****ers light out (lights out)Here comes Snoop, uh (oh shit) (Oh No)Sup Nigga, sup now, huh? (Oh No)Snoop:Ricky Ticky Timble, C's is the symbolCourdoroy khakis, stacies & brimmed upStraight razors just to keep you trimmed up1-8-7, oh yeah, now you rememberHe's electrifyin & originalSo gangster, Snoop Dogg the criminalThe one you hate to love, in the club, in the cutHugged up wit yo *****, nigga I don't give a shitYou betta check dat ho, that's what wreckin GNow step your game down, cause ain't no checkin meYou'll be respectin me until you leave this roomOr my gat'll go boom, bullets go zoomNow your names on a tombThey pourin out liqour wit no room to consume, you silly bafoonI pop niggas like balloons, I ain't feelin emWalkin in my big blue chucks cause I'm killin emChorusTalkin: Hey whaddup cuz, it's 50 cent; What's happnin nigga?50 Cent:Ever since the moment I was born I been dyin (Yea)Hundred miles an hour pulse flyin wit my eye... anHe who fears fate lives like a cowardYou go against me, you'll be devouredThen you get to poppin you'll have a change of heartI hit your chest a couple times you'll have to change your heartHave doc usin donors, dead niggas with spare partsYou come back wit lungs of a snitch, an the heart of a dead narkNiggas never see the light till it sparkThen they bleed, it get cold, then shit get darkYou can call me the beast from the east, I run these streetsYou can eat hollow tip shells or you can work for meThese rap niggas crazy, my mercy has limitsPush Me - a hundred revolvers'll get to spinninYour services are no longer needed; Rock-a-bye babyMy *****'ll do it to you with a lil 380 (Yea)ChorusSnoop Dogg:I'm bailin thru the door againLet the Momo pour againMe & my ho againYea she got the four up in this mother*****erAnd Imma bust it if you try to rush us or touch us or sucka duck usIt'll crack off, Now back off - real slowAn if you don't know, I never hesitate to shoot a hoYea that's my reputation - you test my patience &You & your fam - bam - gon hear the blam, blamGoddammit I'm at it againThey done let that ***** nigga up outta the penAnd now he lookin for me - what the heck - my game is built on respectNow I'm breathin down your morther*****in neckI dumps till my clips is emptyI'm headin down Willshire to send the scent-e (??)And when I get there don't ask who sent meJust take dem shots an drop it like it's hot***** NiggaChorusTalkin: Ha-ha-haYea NiggaJust when you thought I was goneSlide back up on you like the wind niggaHurricane D-O-Double GWith the G,G,G,G,G, G-unit
