Stop Snitchin’ lyrics

by

Snoop Dogg


[Intro: Ice Cube]
Ice Cube (yeah!) Callin from a California state penitentiary
(Let me out this motherf*cker)
We got over two million motherf*ckers locked up
(Let me out this motherf*cker) Stop snitchin

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
Now how many MC's must get booed
Before somebody say don't f*ck with Cube (you know!)
I'll strip you nude (butt-ass) in your living room
Face down, paralyzed from the waist down
I'm a buckin clown, but don't f*ck around
Doin movies now, but I'll lay you down
South Central style, pull them thangs out
Don't make a millionare have to send you there
You know the story of the tortoise n*gga and the hare
n*gga run n*gga run never get there
I'mma walk, f*ck a b*tch when I get there
n*gga this a marathon, ask Farrakhan
f*ck the cemetery that I'm buried on (f*ck 'em)
The blood of Ice Cube got to carry on (forever)
Forever what the f*ck are they yellin?
"Gangsta Gangsta," n*gga stop tellin - stop snitchin

[Hook 1]
You can have whatever you want
In the hood, it's do's and don'ts
So when it get hot in this kitchen
Stop snitchin, n*gga stop snitchin
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Microphone master, super rhyme maker
Gun blaster, who's the life taker (who?)
Who the f*ck is a lifetime Laker?
I slap the Maybeline off Tammy Faye Bakker
Who the f*ck got more than an acre?
In Los Angeles I got to have paper
I'm a n*gga, don't talk to my neighbors
Straight as*h*le, always up in Vegas (yay yay)
Lay it out for these n*ggas to follow
Get the point, but these points is hollow
Now this here, is hard to swallow
But if you do it's like hittin the lotto
Little n*gga with big bravado
Hit the throttle n*ggas hit the bottle
Can give a f*ck if they life is hollow
Where the f*ck was you, when I rocked the Apollo, b*tch?

[Interlude: Ice Cube]
Ay, who put this thing together? Me, that's who
Who I trust? Who I trust? ME, THAT'S WHO!

[Verse 3: Ice Cube]
n*gga n*gga n*gga, can't you see
Somehow your words incarcerate me
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Lock me up in my prime, Muhammad Ali
Get out whup yo' ass like Muhammad Ali
Rumble in the Jungle, n*gga don't play Dumbo
In the hood n*gga known as Columbo
Get the people on the phone, tell the jumble
Spit fluid and swear he didn't do it
Got my bottom b*tch locked up with Martha Stewart
She say she had the ho cookin deep dish
She say Martha f*ckin cook fish and eat fish
Westside y'all n*ggas got to peep this
That's your weakness, can't keep a secret
Don't say sh*t, boy that's basic
They want to send a n*gga back to the slave ship
Stop snitchin
[Hook 1]
You can have whatever you want
In the hood, it's do's and don'ts
So when it get hot in this kitchen
Stop snitchin, n*gga stop snitchin

[Hook 2]
You can have whatever you choose
But out here, it's don'ts and do's
So after we finish this mission
Stop snitchin, n*gga stop snitchin

[SB] Okay, okay

[Swizz Beatz: repeat 4X]
One two, in the place to be
You rockin with Ice Cube, and the homey Swizz Beatz

{Keep your f*ckin mouth shut man}
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