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Intro: (Mista Grimm`s "Indo Smoke" plays in the background)



Ay ay Jaycee

Sup Aron?

Ain`t that Snoop Dogg over there?

That that nigga with that blue coat on?

Yeah

Yeah oh yeah that`s that nigga

Nigga roll up on the side of him man

Roll your window down

Man hand me my motherfuckin Glock man gimme another clip

Cuz I`m gonna smoke this fool

Yeah roll the windows down

Yeah, OK there you go

Ay man, you Snoop Dogg?

Snoop?

Huh?

Snoop Doggy Dogg?

Man he`s Snoop Dogg

Man fuck that nigga!!

*gun shots*

Nigga man!

Get that nigga man!

Man get up fool man, get up man, don`t be tryin to run man

Get up on that fool man, I don`t give a fuck

What set you got now? Fuck you nigga!

Yeah nigga, whassup?

Nigga?

Yeah motherfucker

Yeah nigga, one less nigga

Yeah nigga, youse a dead motherfucker now



Verse One:



As I look up at the sky

My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye

My body temperature falls

I`m shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg

Pumpin on my chest and I`m screamin

I stop breathin, damn I see deamons

Dear God, I wonder can ya save me

I can`t die Boo-Boo`s bout to have my baby

I think it`s too late for prayin, hold up

A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin

"Bring your lifestyle to me I`ll make it better"

How long will I live?

"Eternal life and forever"

And will I be, the G that I was?

"I`ll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of

So relax your soul, let me take control

Close your eyes my son"

My eyes are closed



Chorus:



Murder... murder was the case that they gave me

Murder... murder was the case that they gave me



Verse Two:



I`m fresh up out my coma

I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner

It`s gonna take a miracle they say

For me to walk again and talk again but anyway

I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet

And everything that nigga said, came to reality

Livin like a baller loc

Havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke

I bought my momma a Benz, and bought my Boo-Boo a Jag

And now I`m rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad

"Just remember who changed your mind

Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass mine"

Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed

Never have a want, never have a need

They say I`m greedy but I still want mo`

Cuz my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)



Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the lord, my soul to keep

If I should die, before I wake

I pray the lord, my soul to take



No more indo, gin and juice

I`m on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose

Shackled from head to toe

25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know

them niggaz from the other side recognize my face

Cuz it`s the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C

Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don`t care

Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair

Niggaz stare as I enter the center

They send me to a leval 3 yard, that`s where I stay

Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor

Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off

Cuz you can`t tell what`s next

My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck

And he probably won`t make it, to see twenty-two

I put that on my momma, I`ma ride for you Baby Boo



Chorus 2X



*flatline noise*

Intro: (Mista Grimm`s "Indo Smoke" plays in the background)



Ay ay Jaycee

Sup Aron?

Ain`t that Snoop Dogg over there?

That that nigga with that blue coat on?

Yeah

Yeah oh yeah that`s that nigga

Nigga roll up on the side of him man

Roll your window down

Man hand me my motherfuckin Glock man gimme another clip

Cuz I`m gonna smoke this fool

Yeah roll the windows down

Yeah, OK there you go

Ay man, you Snoop Dogg?

Snoop?

Huh?

Snoop Doggy Dogg?

Man he`s Snoop Dogg

Man fuck that nigga!!

*gun shots*

Nigga man!

Get that nigga man!

Man get up fool man, get up man, don`t be tryin to run man

Get up on that fool man, I don`t give a fuck

What set you got now? Fuck you nigga!

Yeah nigga, whassup?

Nigga?

Yeah motherfucker

Yeah nigga, one less nigga

Yeah nigga, youse a dead motherfucker now



Verse One:



As I look up at the sky

My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye

My body temperature falls

I`m shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg

Pumpin on my chest and I`m screamin

I stop breathin, damn I see deamons

Dear God, I wonder can ya save me

I can`t die Boo-Boo`s bout to have my baby

I think it`s too late for prayin, hold up

A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin

"Bring your lifestyle to me I`ll make it better"

How long will I live?

"Eternal life and forever"

And will I be, the G that I was?

"I`ll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of

So relax your soul, let me take control

Close your eyes my son"

My eyes are closed



Chorus:



Murder... murder was the case that they gave me

Murder... murder was the case that they gave me



Verse Two:



I`m fresh up out my coma

I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner

It`s gonna take a miracle they say

For me to walk again and talk again but anyway

I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet

And everything that nigga said, came to reality

Livin like a baller loc

Havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke

I bought my momma a Benz, and bought my Boo-Boo a Jag

And now I`m rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad

"Just remember who changed your mind

Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass mine"

Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed

Never have a want, never have a need

They say I`m greedy but I still want mo`

Cuz my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)



Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the lord, my soul to keep

If I should die, before I wake

I pray the lord, my soul to take



No more indo, gin and juice

I`m on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose

Shackled from head to toe

25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know

them niggaz from the other side recognize my face

Cuz it`s the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C

Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don`t care

Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair

Niggaz stare as I enter the center

They send me to a leval 3 yard, that`s where I stay

Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor

Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off

Cuz you can`t tell what`s next

My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck

And he probably won`t make it, to see twenty-two

I put that on my momma, I`ma ride for you Baby Boo



Chorus 2X



*flatline noise*

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