Snoop Dogg

Snoop Dogg - Aint Nuttin Personal songtekst

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[Snoop]
 How many killas you got on your mother fuckin pay roll nigga?
 Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and Silkk the Shocker
 No limit  (biatch)

 [C-Murder]
 Nigga nigga I'ma rida
 Ride with G's
 And ship keys over seas by the three's
 Keep an eye on my enemies
 Snoop and Silkk
 In da back of the Lac
 With that AK
 In da blue tint, with a infer-red
 Mother fucker gonna die tonight
 That's why I smoke weed, get high tonight
 Cuz I'ma No Limit soldier
 With TRU datted in blood
 I went to jail for years, for movin, burnin da drugs
 Murda murda, kill kill
 If you put me in danger
 I aint trippin noo
 No limit niggaz no strangers
 I'ma tank representer till im history
 Making playa hatas into a mother fucking memory
 So throw'em up if you a soldier
 And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother fucking dolja
 I know you mother fucking feel me
 C-murder aint gonna die, till a bitch nigga kill me

 [Chorus x2]
 Kill-kill-kill
 Murda-murda-murda
 Ain't nut'in personal tru
 See it's all about respect
 Kill-kill-kill
 Murda-murda-murda
 Im never got slippin
 Keep my heat on the dash

 [Snoop]
 Now, how many niggaz you know that can fuck around
 And die and come back
 They get hooked up with the number one rap label
 And rap, like that
 Shit I can't be duplicated
 But I'm highly playa hated
 And I been reinstated
 And I thank god that I finally made it
 Fated many niggas, just to get one back
 Remember im that young nigga
 That put gangsta rap on the map
 Never craps, only five duices
 Mix that moet, white star, with them orange juices
 I hang out with real niggas
 Like Silkk and C-Murder
 TRU niggas, do niggas
 Like you niggas
 Ghetto ass, lower class
 Never hesitate to blast
 And im so serious about my hustlin
 Gots to have my cash
 Can you imagin if I was broke
 Shit I wouldn't be bustin no raps
 Id have my strap, running up in your door
 Takin all your dough and your gold and your cars
 Cuz big snoop Dogg, Aint no mother fucking rap star
 See ima gangsta(gangsta) and you a notch(you a notch)
 And you a sucka(bitch ass nigga), and I rock
 Im draped in my army fatigue
 Blowing on green trees
 In the navigator, and keep the heat for them playa hatas

 [Chorus x2]

 [Silkk the Shocker]
 Now look at murda, murda, murda
 And this kill, kill, kill
 This shits real
 Stay strapped and capped, to get pealed
 And mama always told me
 If you aint down to ride with god
 Down to die with god
 You aint no mother fucking soldier
 No limit datted on my back and my stomach
 Cuz ima mother fucking fool
 Uhhh, show me love
 Cuz when I make music with thugs, I make moves
 Well im coming out hard
 I was coming out large
 Seen this guy named van
 I bring the pain
 Look everybody coming out stars
 See now me, C, and Snoop in da coupe
 In da house thinking about loop
 I told niggas
 Rap shit isnt bad, I blast'em, So I ask'em, I shoot
 Just a young nigga bout raising hell and makin mail
 If you a trip
 I told you I was making this shit on bail (that's cool)
 Back up nigga, cant flame that shit like drugs
 And see ima nigga, im gonna hang like a nigga
 Bang that shit like it was crips and bloods
 Now deal weed nigga
 Strapped up in my fatigue
 Cant hold me down
 Don't even trip my nigga Snoop
 If you a soldier now
 Do what ya think bitch
 For this tank bitch
 I stay quick and work
 And I got No Limit scattered on my fucking forehead
 That's why I do so much dirt
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