Ashes To Ashes lyrics

by

Snoop Dogg


[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I got a house on my face, custom made glasses
Laser on heckler, ashes to ashes, valet to vessel
Known as an Aston, the Hoes give you ass, homie, only in my absence
Well connected with gang member on most sets
Not to boast but get you popped like moet
My record sales could never reflect my respect
What god damn Def Jam forever in debt
Money bags back and forth how carry it on
Tattoo dead homies on my arms, still I grieve for 'em
As I'm nailed to the crucifix, tears in my eyes, smiling on the inside (Blessed)
Nobody cares what I feel like, no
Now it's six xanax just to feel right, let's go
Perignon in my glasses, toast to competition
Ashes to ashes

[Chorus: The Game]
See the fireworks in the club, you know we got bottles
See the lambos out front, that tells you we f*ckin' models
Spit real n*gga sh*t, so you can bump it in the phantom
Make it rain for them n*ggas who ain't never seen Atlanta
Red diamonds in the watch, red frames in the lenses
How you know you on?, Baby mama driving Benzes
Louis Vuiton house shoes, somewhere on the boat
Like a snitch n*gga body, let this motherf*cker float
[Verse 2: The Game]
Champagne in my glass feeling like a boss
Fell in love with a phantom, like f*ck what it cost
Louis duffle full of hundreds, dimes of the purple, keep it G, cause that's me
These rap n*ggas Steve Urkel, survival of the fittest
Swimming in the dark, Sea World in my living room, Come and feed the sharks
Put on for my city, Or it would have fell apart, n*gga rap is like New York
Ain't no where to park
That's why I got a chauffeur, I don't need a valet, At the game, watchin' 'Bron give it up to Khaled
Not a hatin' bone in my body, n*gga I salute 'cha
You disrespect my hood, I'll f*ck around and shoot y 'cha
We got the world runnin' 'round throwin' up B's
n*ggas saying "soo woo" like they're f*cking chinese
Eyes tighter than a virgin when I'm blowing on these grapes, top down blowin' smoke on the f*ckin' interstate

[Chorus: The Game]
See the fireworks in the club, you know we got bottles
See the lambos out front, that tells you we f*ckin' models
Spit real n*gga sh*t, so you can bump it in the phantom
Make it rain for them n*ggas who ain't never seen Atlanta
Red diamonds in the watch, red frames in the lenses
How you know you on?, Baby mama driving Benzes
Louis Vuiton house shoes, somewhere on the boat
Like a snitch n*gga body, let this motherf*cker float
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