Snoop Dogg

Snoop Dogg - The Cure lyrics

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Big Snoop Dogg 

Occupation real

Conversation skill show you how to make a mill'

Pimpin'  cath me on tour

I headline the bill with beatufil bitches,

I done  been to brazil

Nigga, aks fo' real, my pockets is filled

Big money I'm the boss of my gangsta feel

They say they got the cure, I ain't takin the pill

I'm a stillkeep the gangsta after fifteen years

Ya digg



Cant give it up gettin money the way that I live

The king of the west coast I'm runnin this shit

Big snoop dogg nigga you know what it is

The forty calli screw yo face like you fuckin with this



No cure for the cash nigga my pockets big

Kush weed is the best, so why would I quit

High flyin in the ??

I drop em down pick em up yes I am the pimp



What you thought, doggystyle all up in yo bitch

If theres a cure for getttin money theres the opposite

Never give it up, man I love this shit 

Blunt after blunt, hit after hit

Six fo low ridin with the candy kidden

If theres a cure fo beein gangsta I dont want this shit. 



A mother fo the sunrise sposed to hit the block

Lil bad mothafucka pull the pockets pull the rocks

Learned to throw them thangs



Let me tell you why they call me snoop doggy dogg

I got a lot of bitches plus this nigga stay sharp

Now follow me, as I creep through the fog

Is secure for this shit you better keep It out of dodge



Before I put you in some shit

You really got to swap, then call the hustle boys,

To get you mothafuckas robbed



Is five in the mornin' 

I climb in my zone, I'm from the LBC, 

Where the climate is cold

And I know you player hatas got your eyes on my dope, 

Cause I spit that real shit, 

In your ear you can ??

Spend summers on the beach 

Hidden gears on the boat

Fifty G's all in twennys keep the duffel bag closed



What you call heat

Eat a nigga'ho 

Fo you chain snatchion niggas tryna size up my gold

Its the problem, I dont need no antidote 

No cure nigga, I let the wound heal slow

I gotta keep it gangsta makin moves  on the road

Tour bus full of weed smoke, bitches n' hoes

I've been doin this fo years

Nigga thats how it goes



Is the big boss dogg I'm the truth untold

West coast camping no mean to brag the boss 

The benz or the porche, I done have them both

Lil snoop count my money cut my fingers its mo

Its the celebration, grab yo glass n' toast



West Coast!
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