From The D 2 The LBC

Yeah, it's been a minute
This probably should've happened a while ago
**** it, we're here now though, let's go
Yeah, man, what the ****? Yo
Yo, Snoop, oh, man
Yo, let me see–, let me see them buds
I can't even–
Man, that shit's the size of my hand, dogg
The ****?
That's how I know that I'm in the studio with the Doggy (Where?)
In Californi' 'cause my homie from Long Beach
I always got that bomb weed (That's why)
I feel a calm breeze (Yeah)
Every time I palm trees (Get it?), just like that blonde bleach
I went platinum then so did my album, Calvin's turning me into a zombie
'Cause these buds are like the Hulk, they're twice the size that his arm be
And that is some strong green (Strong green)
Gotta contact, my contact lenses are foggy
I might end up in Walgreens pharmacy
With my arm asleep, Ghana flea mixed with drama me
I will treat like a ****in' human pin-ball machine
Bouncing the balls off her tonsils
If y'all are seeking' the smoke, I got all the weed
I am a walking mother****in' marijuana leaf, and I'm here to stay
My ring's so definite, my longevity needs a hearing aid (What?)
Still wearing Hanes T-shirts, I done bodied some features with legendary names (Yeah)
Was there when Dre turned The Chronic to monetary gain (Woo)
'Cause dope is addictive, just like they call it marijuana
'Cause like marriage, you wanna marry Jane
It's like you and Spider-Man feel the very same (Yeah)
My adversaries came, put these little degenerates out my lineage
And when it come to pockets, weren't many as
Skinny as mine, bitch I was penniless
Now I'm plenty rich, and this shit don't make any sense
I was in the mother****in' pinch like a titty twist
Now I'm sitting as pretty as each penny is
While I'm penning this in the lab, while you guinea pigs
I ain't finna fool 'em, and in fact, give me the semi
And when I pull the big guns out that trigger
Pull it, until the mother****in' shit runs out of bullets
Somebody better call a ambulance (Woo)
Better believe you will be miraculous
I Got more hits than a contract killer
Like the caterpillars don't got antennas
Or the words, I don't got no God damn fillers
What's more? You did not plan for this (Nah)
From Detroit all the way to Los Angeles (Haha, yeah)
doobie you reside in 213, let's see that sun spray (Brr)
Whether you East Side or West Side of the 313, let's see them guns blaze (Brr, brr, brr)
Make money moves like the matrix
Make more mount motivation
Roll up, more meditation
I’m watching the moves that you make might wanna get back to the basics
Military mindset, locked in, cocked in, making sure the mission is profitable
Ain’t no mission impossib-ble
One phone call and my monsters will go
Dump phones, hop in a mazda and go
**** that, y’all stay
Nigga I’m finna go
Think you slick, boy this crip
You ain’t ready to take it where I’m finna go
Mafia rules
You making a mockery, me a monopoly
Speak on my flow, my nigga I’m mopping ’em
Slept on my flo’ now niggas is copying
Niggas be opping through all this opulence
Give me a task, I conquer it
This ain’t the time for pondering
You niggas is slandering
This real shit niggas be honoring (on god)
You looking for followers and not watching my niggas that’s following
Nigga **** them likes
I’m young like what, my niggas young problem
East side, east up
My nigga eminem woke the beast up
Let ya’ll ride now a nigga want it back like the lease up
Think its a game you gone see sum
Ain’t no peace, you’ll be missing a piece of ya
Niggas popped off, now sheets on em
Mama all mad, kids all sad, damn my bad
Send a few coins to the coroner
Please make a sweet for ’em
Nigga I don’t hop on tracks I leap on ’em
In the fields with the cleats on ’em
Steve job of the cannabis mob
I’m do time, nigga knew it be mine
Suge knew I’d go platinum the minute I signed
If you’re looking for the facts, I’m the nigga to find
Young nigga sold crack in the middle of pine
In the face of this cripping
Long beach, these seas is different
Four man with the put on
Still getting bread with the niggas I put on
Yea, yea
I put my hood on
Shit got cold so I threw my hood on
Yea, yea
Marshall and calvin, both from the gutters like public housing
Now we both performing for 100s of thousands
Wearing no makeup, but we still be clowning mutha****as
So put your doobies high if you reside in 213
Let’s see them blunts raised
Whether you eastside or westside of the 313
Let’s see them guns blaze
My detroit niggas verse everybody
My long beach niggas verse everybody
My detroit niggas leave with a body
My long beach niggas shoot up the party