Breakfast lyrics

by

Snoop Dogg


[Intro]
Ugh
Yeah, yeah
Some of the good things that weed can do (Yeah, ha)
PSA
Let me start shooting 'em f*cking commercials
(Jets in the house) Yeah
Man (Yeah)
Yeah, b*tch

[Verse]
I'm so cold with it; the potency of the beat—
Is consistent with the fact that Mos did it
Prolific not shaken or stirred
In the presence of those n*ggas, herbs
They only after your bread—them f*cking birds
You think they like your haircut? Fair enough
Live your life, partner
Guess I could keep them two cents in my pocket
Add that to these underground-rap dollars
Refused the majors and stayed real—I kept my promise
Rolled Bambús in the Bahamas, mama
It's either that or them strawberry coladas
Xbox web browser
Download a updated NBA roster
Play a eighty-two-game season
Condo full of snacks, Spitta not leaving
Off-brand muh'f*ckers
Odd number, you are not even on my level
Write that sickness, my ink pen sneezing
Yancey Thigpen can't catch me sleeping
You air-hustling motherf*cker, and I'm eating
Creeping with my side b*tch, hope I don't get caught cheating
New Orleans this morning, New York in this evening
Squinting they eyes and sh*t, they can't see him
Fly in the hive, buzzing, them bugs can't be him
Illegible letters in my ledger, they can't read 'em
Smiling, money piling, I'm cheesing
Odometer broken, I ain't know that I was speeding
Fast living, sloe gin for these b*tches
I got that game from my Pittsburgh n*gga
SV Diablo, ninety-six, wings lift
Daniel-san, crane kick—wah!
[Outro: Mos Def]
You're the best around
You're the best around
You're the best around
You're the best
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