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Snoop Dogg - Y
Song:Y'all Gone Miss Me (feat. Kokane)
Album:Tha Last MealGenres:Rap
Year: Length:256 sec

Lyrics:

{*fades in*} (Y'all gone miss me)
Yeah, y'all gone miss me
{*harmonizing*} Never miss what you had 'til it's gone
Yeah, y'all gone miss me
(Y'all gone miss me) Yeah, y'all gone miss me

Hmm, who that nigga that brought you that gangsta shit
Befo' you motherfuckers was even ready for it?
Showed you how to tie a flag on your head
And represent your motherfuckin set 'til you're dead
Bust on the cops while I cuss the Feds
Roll a joint, in the bathtub gettin head
Put the G in the P, flipped the G to a ki
Put the West Coast back on the map, bay-bee
Check my styles, check my files
I've been gangbangin' since I was a juvenile
They cut me loose in nine-deuce, I swore to tell the whole truth
Keep it gangbang, 100 proof
E'rybody say, 'Ay, Snoop' – did Death Row pay me?
Look here, young loc – shit, it's all to the gravy
I really can't trip off the past – on the real, I had a blast
2Pac, rest in peace, and God bless all my enemies

Raindrops, falling on my head
Fuckin' with them haters, messin' with my bread
Talkin' 'bout the raindrops, fallin' on my head
Fuckin' with them haters, sleepin' in my bed

Ain't No Limit to this shit, ain't no gimmick
Master P – good lookin out, homeboy, salute, my Lieutenant (At ease)
I'm in it knee deep and can't creep no more
I had to move down South on the low-low, fo' sho' doe
Dippin' through the woods with Fiend, Magic, Pokey
Mystikal, V-90, C, Boz and P (Ya heard me?)
Windows on tint, ridin' like the President
It's evident, shit, I'm doin' good (Yeah)
I moved out the hood like I should (Say what?)
And then they had the nerve to call me Hollywood (Nigga, what?!)
But I don't give a fuck if I'm misunderstood
20 Crip don't slip, yeah, it's all to the good
Yeah, the homies got twist too, what'chu say?
Oh, the homies might get me? They'll get you
Listen here, don't try it, and don't deny it
'And don't pay 'em no mind, Dogg' – man, I'm tryin'

Raindrops, falling on my head
Fuckin' with them haters, messin' with my bread
Talkin' 'bout the raindrops, fallin' on my head
Fuckin' with them haters, sleepin' in my bed

Just when you thought I was gone, I'm back on
Knick-knack-paddy-wack give the Dogg a home
With a gang of pitbulls, rottweilers, and doberman pinschers
Bonafied killers
The illest cap-peelers that you ever wanna meet
Straight up out the ghetto, where they pack the heavy metal
I got my hand on the wheel, my foot on the gas pedal
I'm drivin' Dogg House to the next level (Woof)
And buckin' two shots at the devil
Run up on his ass, and blast, like a rebel
Turn up the treble, 'cause I hit you with the bass
Remember my name and remember my face
Remember these words, and remember the taste
And remember, we all gotta leave this place
I'm tryin' to stay focused, I'm the loc'est in the game
The Rap Prime Minister, 'Mr. G Thang'

Rain-drops, fallin on my head
Fuckin' with the wrong folks, messin' with my spread
Talkin' 'bout the raindrops, fallin' on my head
Messin' with my baby, who's sleepin' in my bed
{*harmonizing to fade with interjections of 'Y'all gone miss me'*}




 

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