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Y’all Gone Miss Me |
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
Snoop dogg
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
Tupac rest in peace and God bless all my enemies
Chorus kokane
Rain drops 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
Snoop dogg
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 whatchu 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
Chorus w/ variations
Snoop dogg
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 dogghouse 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
Chorus two kokane
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 ba by who’s sleepin in my bed
Harmonizing to fade with interjections of y’all gone miss me
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