Snoop Dogg

Snoop Dogg - Picture This lyrics

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Niggas (Niggas)  Bitches (Bitches)
 Uhmm  this is some player shit right here
 Holler at my home girl on this one  Mia
 Moma Mia  Have you seen her (seen her)
 Yah  real G's shit. Tell me
 Moma Mia  niggas wanna G her (Snoop Dogg)
 Bitches wanna be her
 Motherfuckers can't see her
 Give it up for Moma Mia
 [Mia X]
 What chew you want to do nigga  is fine with me
 Name your game, scandalous sprees, or robberies
 Moving keys for your needs, from state to state
 I seen my braw take down your boy from around tha way
 If you fake IM gunna let you know from the top
 And leave that dick in your mouth, and put them infrared dots
 On your whole crew, nigga betta ask fo show
 Gunna let that ass know what's goin' down like Waco
 This is business, and who the fuck you think is runnin' this
 Mama, and who's the first to shoot that gun in this
 Mama, drama, layin' No Limit and when its intended my hands all up in
 it
 Now, we can do this like intelligent folk
 But fuck around, I be that second ward ignorant hoe
 Hard headed, with the soft behind, niggas real hittin' it
 So Snoop Dogg for the keepin' it real with a strength
 [Snoop Dogg]
 Now picture, Bonnie and Clyde, We side as we slide,
 Side by side, to keep this pimpin' alive
 Do a lick for me, set a trick for me, get us some chips
 It's all about you and me Mia, fuck that bitch
 You a fall girl, go get it all girl
 You in my world, IM gunna make sure you ball girl
 Do it for me, do it for you, now it's our world
 (Our world, It's our world, now go on and get it)
 Now everyone in my click know I don't love no hoes
 I don't quit bitch rush a boy to get a new set of them MOMO's
 Cus I attack 'Emm, crack 'Emm and smack 'Emm
 All on the same note, until that bitch is broke
 Charge it to the game, man it's a cold game
 But somebody gotta do it, that's real for shes'a
 It ain't easy, pimpin' to me is four girls on your team
 Down to scheme, aim to beam, for that cream
 Cross country track, greyhound buss ride
 Down to get your muthafuckin' fetti on, you hear me though
 There ain't no limit to what she does
 On the really, on to Philly, lemme get a ride on cus
 Ghetto love, and every thug need a little
 All I want is the money, motherfuck the middle
 No backbone is back on to get yah
 Unless you got a down ass sister to twist her, cant twist yah
 Bonnie and Clyde, We side as we slide,
 Side by side, to keep this pimpin' alive
 Do a lick for me, set a trick for me, get us some chips
 It's all about you and me Mia, fuck that bitch
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Publisher: EMI

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Released in: 2012

Language: English

Appearing on: Da Game Is to Be Sold, Not to Be Told (1998)

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