The Cure lyrics

by

Redman


Look Big Snoop Dogg
Occupation real
Conversation skill show you how to make a mill'
Pimpin' cath me on tour
I headline the bill with beatufil b*tches
I done been to brazil
n*gga, aks fo' real, my pockets is filled
Big money I'm the boss of my gangsta feel
They say they got the cure, well I ain't takin the pill
I'm a stillkeep the gangsta after fifteen years
Ya digg

Can't give it up gettin money the way that I live
The king of the west coast I'm runnin this sh*t
Big snoop dogg n*gga you know what it is
The forty calli screw yo face like you f*ckin with this

No cure for the cash n*gga my pockets big
Kush weed is the best, so why would I quit
High flyin in the ??
I drop em down pick em up yes I am the pimp

What you thought, doggystyle all up in yo b*tch
If theres a cure for getttin money theres the opposite
Never give it up, man I love this sh*t
Blunt after blunt, hit after hit
Six fo low ridin with the candy kidden
If theres a cure fo beein gangsta I dont want this sh*t
A mother fo the sunrise sposed to hit the block
Lil bad mothaf*cka pull the pockets pull the rocks
Learned to throw them thangs

Let me tell you why they call me snoop doggy dogg
I got a lot of b*tches plus this n*gga stay sharp
Now follow me, as I creep through the fog

Is secure for this sh*t you better keep It out of dodge

Before I put you in some sh*t
You really got to swap, then call the hustle boys
To get you mothaf*ckas robbed

Is five in the mornin'
I climb in my zone, I'm from the LBC
Where the climate is cold
And I know you player hatas got your eyes on my dope
Cause I spit that real sh*t
In your ear you can ??
Spend summers on the beach
Hidden gears on the boat
Fifty G's all in twennys keep the duffel bag closed

What you call heat
Eat a n*gga'ho
Fo you chain snatchion n*ggas tryna size up my gold
Its the problem, I dont need no antidote
No cure n*gga, I let the wound heal slow
I gotta keep it gangsta makin moves on the road
Tour bus full of weed smoke, b*tches n' hoes
I've been doin this fo years
n*gga thats how it goes
Is the big boss dogg I'm the truth untold
West coast camping no mean to brag the boss
The benz or the porche, I done have them both
Lil snoop count my money cut my fingers its mo
Its the celebration, grab yo glass n' toast

West Coast!
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