Still Smokin

No we didn’t, haha, yes we did
What the fuck is up, niggas and niggess, oh yeah
We back up in this motherfucker
You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you, niggas
My game is cold, I could still mould you niggas
Roll you niggas a fat stick of that chronic
A hundred-sixty million dollar man (What?), bitch, I’m bionic
(What?), step in (Ha?), automatic weapon
Death row, oh no, can’t let this shit go
I think about Pac, I think about Suge, I think about Nate
I think I left a small piece on my plate
I’ma rework this shit and get a few things straight
Not hear to debate, just simply wanna vibe and create
Smoke a little sticky-icky, drop my vocals on tape
And call my lil' cute bitch who loves smokin' on vapes
Let that settle in, Death Row back in
Cuh gon' let 'em in
Ain’t no love lost, nigga, understand me?
Those my, that’s my family (Haha)
We back on buzz
We ride for each other 'cause that’s what it is, nigga
And that’s what it was
got free’d up, unfinished business
We LLC’d up, Los Angeles G’d up
Yeah, yeah, I don’t love you no more
No he didn’t, yes he did
Dash Radio, big Snoop Dogg
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