Snoop Dogg - Serial Killa Lyrics
Six million ways to die, choose oneVerse one: kurupt, dazIts time to escape, but I dont know where the ***** Im headedUp or down, right or left, life or deathI see myself in a mist of smokeDeath becomes any nigga that takes me for a jokeWe hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in workUnaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggazAnybody killa, you know what the deal isNigga, you know what the real isI see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me downSayin, yo daz, whats up with the pound?Is that nigga snoop alright? aiyyo whats up with the crew?Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?I said, if you aint up on thangsSnoop dogg is the name, dogg pounds the gameIts like this they dont understandIts an everyday thang, to gangbangMake that twist, dont be a *****, let these niggaz knowWhats up with you I represent the pound and death rowAnd cant no other mother*****er in l.a. or long beachAnd compton, and watts, see d-o-gsNow, you cant come and you cant run, and you cantSee long to the g of the gangOne gun is all that we need, to put you to restPump pump, put 2 slugs dead in your chestNow you dead then a mother*****er, creepin and sleepin6 feet deep in, *****in with the pound is[rbx] suicide, its a suicide (4x)Verse two: snoop doggy doggThe cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blueNow you in the midst of the dogg pound crewAint no clue, on why the ***** we do what we doLeave you in a state of paranoia, ooohDont make a move for your gat so soon cuzI drops bombs like platoon (ay nigga)Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead youIll take you on a journey, and I promise I wont leave you(I wont leave you) until you get the full comprehensionAnd when you do, thats when the missionOr survival, becomes your every thoughtKeep your eyes open, cuz you dont wanna be caughtHalf steppin with your weapon on safetyNow break yourself mother*****er fore you make meTake this 211 to another levelI come up with your ends, you go down with the devilNow roam through the depths of hellWhere the rest your buster ass homeboys dwellWell...[rbx] suicide, its a suicide (4x)Now tell me, whats my mother*****in nameSerial killa, serial killa, serial killa(wake up in the morning, to lucky charms cereal)Verse three: rbxDeep, deep like the mind of minolta, now picture this!Lets picnic inside a morgueNot pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic casketsAnd I got the machine, that cracks your *****in chest platesOpen and release them gutsThen I release def cutsBrutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneckNow everybody scream nuff respect to the xNuff respect givenDisrespect and you will not be livinWord to momma, emma, drama, dilemma[rbx] suicide, its a suicide (4x)Now tell me, whats my mother*****in nameSerial killa, serial killa, serial killa(wake up in the morning, to lucky charms cereal)
