Buss`n Rocks lyrics

Artist  : Snoop Dogg 
Song : Buss`n Rocks



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Another smoke session up in this
motherfucker
Blaze some shit up for me
Q
Yea, wussup Dogg, this is whut I'm talkin
bout
Some of that gangsta shit
(Eastside)
Shuttin these niggas up (Shut em up
shut em up dogg)
Westcoast nigga, Quik and
Snoop Dogg (Forever)
9-9 nigga

When I
wake up in the morning and I get up out my
bed
I feel good, o yes I do
Cause I still
can give it up for you

Chorus:
Cause
we're all a little strong
In the Beach, where
the paper's long
But as for me
I only G
when I'm buss'n rocks
Dogg
Pound
(repeat)

Verse One:
Nigga, you
know you gotta have heart
I told you niggas
from the start
If I'm still in it, I'm in it
for life
Always stay down and keep my motha
fuckin' game tight
Cause ever since
Elementary, or was it Pre-school Quik?
I was a
motha fuckin' fool
I had to have papers it was
routine
A young nigga on a mission for them
collard greens
I, shake niggas
Break
Niggas
Make niggas, shank theyselves
For
fuckin with my wealth (nigga)
And it'll catch
on
Cause if it don't, it's on
And, cuzz, I
ain't even slippin' when I'm all alone
Sittin'
back loungin' in the Chronic Zone
Clown me ya
gone
Surround me, it's on
Get the money
you're gone
My niggas' paper so long
They
call him Snoop Capone
So if you want me, get
me, got me
Should have shot him
But now
they call me Snoop Gotti
And that's all I
LBC
Betta yet, that's all I DPGC

Chorus
(2x)

Verse Two:
I'm slappin' bones
In
front of my home
Choppin' game on the
phone
Smokin' a zone
Big 6, big 5-3's with
ya bitches
My girls in the kitchen, cookin' up
some fish and
I'm blastin' at this nigga that
was trippin'
O, knuckle head nigga, thought I
was slippin'
But I wasn't slippin', I was on
deck
I blast his ass, peck peck now his
shirt's wet
Dead, gone, light's out
With no
remorse, I had to take him out
I'm laughin' at
this shit cause it was funny
Fuckin' with the
dogg I take your life and your money
And then
I dip to my spot (dip dip)
And set up shop
with yo rocks (motha fucka)
And nobody gon'
speak on the 8-7
Cause still, all doggs go to
heaven

Chorus (2x)

Verse 3:
I'm
freestylin'
C-stylin'
Snoop and Quik comin'
through we fin' to take you to the island
Where
the bitches and the bud come free
And everybody
listen to the D-O double G
Hoes on my dick,
niggas on my nuts
People be lovin' me because
I drop cuts
That makes sense, it make big
money
See Snoop is that nigga who don't hafta
play funny
But I got yo honey, up under my
wing
Cause she like the song that the bow-wow
sing
I'll put her in a cling
I won't buy
her a ring
But I'll put her on the hoe-stroll
to make me some green
And even if she never
even saw me befo'
There's just no way that she
can tell me no
You know my game's unbelievable
baby (uh uh, uh uh)
And it's strong enough to
make your grandmama pay me

Chorus
(2x)

West coast, gangsta shit
My nigga
DJ Q
Yea
Like I told y'all
DPG for the
9-9
DPG, yea Top Dogg, fo sho'
Smoke y'all