don't let your life - don't let your life slip by - slip by Don't let your life slip by Win back your soul and open that door Don't let your life -
the meth It's the D to the E, M to the O N Blowin', steady playin' shotgun, throwin' Don't you see the shorty with the baseball cap? Don't make me flip
mayn, P. Diddy and MJG We raw mayn (we raw) if pimp was a drug we'd O.D. (c'mon) Got game for days - betta keep yo' broad away from a nigga like me I
a pot and boil it on a D Dot beat Sometimes I get drunk for stress relief Other times I put 'Life After Death' on and peep We ride, what's a four door
you don't need a pipe Just a tempo to keep your hype Groovin' like I see you doin' Some stupid crack would just ruin Your natural high,why? that ain't
multiple indictments for hundreds of years What Daff is dead? Carter got 25 years? Nah Spike 35 to life? Nah, don't tell me B.O.'s dead, man I don't
pool, jacuzzi, laser-beam Uzi Niggas in LA know, the Ice don't play I'm just a savage for the cabbage and a pimp parlay I rock a million with the jewels
this jam to save my hip-hop brothers Get your paperwork straight, kid Get a lawyer and accountant just like I did Don't blow your dough, 'cause you will
a battle axe [ ROUND 1: Bronx Style Bob ] Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So I like to live my life
and you're skinny cos you haven't been eatin' You ripped off all your family and your friends Nowhere does your larceny end And then you get an idea for a
down But don't let me fall Don't let me fall, don't let me fall They say what goes up must come down But don't let me fall, don't let me fall 'Cause
in Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd still be breathin And I ain't leavin, so ... Suck yourself! (Suck yourslef!) You don't kill! (You don't kill
Radio Killa, Big Snoop D-O dub The American Dream Hey yo nephew, why don't ya come up off them keys? Sing a lil' somethin' for the ladies You know what
Trump taking dollars from y'all Baby you're fired, your girlfriend hired But if you don't mind I'ma keep you on call We above the law, we don't give a
hoes then I want a lady Holdin' the fame down and my close homies The people who was there were some suckas, let me lonely, phoney When you see a nigga don't
You may be gone but you're never over And it don't stop, oh And it don't quit, oh And it don't stop, oh And it don't quit, oh And I miss you, oh I
pinch me My presence is an event, the party don't start until they let us in That's right, ladies and gents Coke money turned rap money, give it a
you back, in place I'm what you call a destructive warpath It'll be a shell shower in today's forecast You a gangsta? I can't tell You diamonds don't
