From The D 2 The LBC

作词 : C. Broadus

作曲 : C. Broadus

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

While 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 (Yeah)

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, gone off lean mixed with Dramamine

I will treat Paula Deen like a ****ing 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****ing apocalypse 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 shit is addictive, just like they call it c*****e

'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

Skinny as mine, b***h I was penniless

Now I'm plenty rich, and this shit don't make any sense

I was in the mother****ing pinch like a 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****ing shit runs out of bullets

Somebody better call a ambulance (Woo)

If you live it'll 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)

So put your doobies high if you reside in 213, let's see them blunts raised (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 one, meditation

Watchin' the moves you make, you might wanna stick to the basics

Military mindset, locked in, c**ked in, make sure the mission is profitable

Ain't no mission impossib-ble

One phone call and my monsters'll go

Dump phones, hop in a Mazda and go

**** they, y'all stay, nigga, I'm finna go

You think you slick, boy, this crip

You ain't ready take it where I'm finna go

Mafia roots, makin' a mockery of me (What?)

A monopoly, stick on my flow

My nigga , I'm moppin' on 'em, slept on my floor

Them nigga s is copyin'

niggas be opping through all of this opulence

Gave me a task, I conquer it

This ain't the time for ponderin'

You nigga s is slanderin', this real shit, nigga s be honorin'

You lookin' for followers, and now watch all my nigga s that's followin'

From The D 2 The LBC by Eminem, Snoop Dogg: nigga, **** them likes, I'm yelling like, 'what my n***s young problem?

Eastside, Eastside

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 b***h 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 gettin' bread with the nigga s I put on

Yeah, yeah, I put my hood on

Shit got cold, I put my hood on, yeah, yeah

Marshall and Calvin, both from the gutters like public housin'

Now we're performin' for hundreds of thousands

From The D 2 The LBC by Eminem, Snoop Dogg: Wearin' no makeup, but we still be clownin', mother****er

So put your doobies high if you reside in 213, let's see them blunts raised (Brr)

Whether you East Side or West Side of the 313, let's see them guns blaze (Brr, brr, brr)

My Detroit nigga s verse everybody

My Long Beach nigga s verse everybody

My Detroit nigga s

My Long Beach nigga s shook up the party