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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
| Song: | Thank You |
| Album: | DR. DRE | Genres: | |
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Lyrics:
Hey, Snoop, you're ready? Hey, Doc, I been ready Whoo, ah, yeah Whoo, ah, yeah Thank you for letting me be myself again Can we get high-ya-yigh-yigh-yigh? Please, excuse me while I kiss the sky Thank you for letting me be myself again Can we get high-ya-yigh-yigh-yigh? Please, excuse me while I kiss the sky Things just ain't the same for gangsters Times are changing, young niggas is dangerous Rich and shameless, do anything to be famous If you're talking 'bout this Crippin', then you're speaking my language That's how you feel waking up with the world up under you? I'm rolling blunts, fucked up, it's so comfortable I'm revving up my revenue, I'm unavailable Somewhere in Malibu, somehow I made it off the avenue Once upon a time the Dogg went through it all Withdrawals and breaking laws, the streets under my paws In the field, ducking cells, close calls We big whales got fish scales, that snow fall (hold up) Shit, I'd like to thank me And if we're talking 'bout the West, nigga, thank me Walk of Fame, made a name, better thank me Ain't nothing new, this is what I'm born to do, I just wanna say Thank you for letting me be myself again Can we get high-ya-yigh-yigh-yigh? Please, excuse me while I kiss the sky Thank you for letting me be myself again Can we get high-ya-yigh-yigh-yigh? Please, excuse me while I kiss the sky Now you go fuck around and find out (find out) I think you niggas need to take a time out (time out) Might have to leave her dose of me on the upholstery High level potency, better than dopamine Yeah, you're fucking with a winner, winner (winner) Shit, it's been a minute since we went up (nigga, we been up) Now, it's six million ways to get it, choose one Snoop Dogg, look how I did it, hell of a run Income, tick-tick bomb, remain calm, dropping napalm I'm in here with both guns How I made mine, click-click boom, it's showtime Nigga, these days I'm throwing money like gang signs (crip) Look, now I ain't felt this gangster in a minute (in a minute) All on your television, cleaning up my image (cleaning up my image) When shit get heavy, you know a nigga push the limits Locking up on every corner, I'm just here and wanna Thank you for letting me be myself again Can we get high-ya-yigh-yigh-yigh? Please, excuse me while I kiss the sky Thank you for letting me be myself again Can we get high-ya-yigh-yigh-yigh? Please, excuse me while I kiss the sky
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