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Lyricist: K.A.A.N.
| Song: | K.A.A.N. - Pressure |  
| Album: | Vivid Canvas | Genres: |  |  
| Year: |  | Length: | 258 sec |  Lyrics: 
 Snoop, Snoop, SnoopAh, ah
 Got this city on my back, nigga, Eastside savages
 Pistol grip pump on my lap, automatic shit
 Indo smoke, fuckin' with a nigga cataracts
 Roll down the window, sound of the battleaxe
 Popo outside lookin' for the shooter
 Whole set with me, we don't need no approval
 Always sleep with one eye open, Snoop Dogg the ruler
 Finger on the trigger, watchin' these niggas
 Swingin' down on my chariot dodgin' the law
 Lookin' in my rearview, nigga, guess who I saw (who?)
 Dre the dope man, cookin' that dope
 He was servin' that bass, I was sellin' that coke
 Doin' 'bout a hunnid on these century spokes
 With a pocket full of money and a fat ass rope
 Precious diamonds on my fingers like I'm Lord of the Rings
 Liftin' up my left leg just to piss on your dreams
 Now when I let the dog out, these pussycats get frisky
 I think you took the wrong route, my nigga, that shit risky
 Psycho, I know, you don't want a light show
 Eyes low, maestro, smokin' on that nitro
 Motherfucker, be real (be real, pressure)
 No, you don't wanna fuck with the Man of Steel (oh, oh, pressure)
 And look at her in 'em heels, do anything for a dollar bill
 Talkin' 'bout mass appeal, ooh (oh my god)
 Pressure
 Been a long time comin', now we back on the move
 Nothin' to prove, it's just another rendezvous
 Speakin' of which, I'm lookin' for a bitch to please
 Which of these in need of a different breed? (Yeah)
 Yard dog in the yacht club, no etiquette
 She said she wanna eat a hot dog, I'ma relish it
 You ever met a billionaire with a million fetishes?
 This ain't for the delicate, all my shit is effortless (dead)
 That's how I like my fuckin' presidents
 30 years later and your nigga still relevant
 Top of the world, yeah, nigga, that's my residence
 Eastside Crip shit, gang bang etiquette
 Now when I let the dog out, these pussycats get frisky
 I think you took the wrong route, my nigga, that shit risky
 Psycho, I know, you don't want a light show
 Eyes low, maestro, smokin' on that nitro
 Motherfucker, be real (be real, pressure)
 No, you don't wanna fuck with the Man of Steel (oh, oh, pressure)
 And look at her in 'em heels, do anything for a dollar bill
 Talkin' 'bout mass appeal, ooh (oh my god)
 Pressure
 
 
		
		
	
 
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