SPARTA - Dr Dre feat. Snoop Dogg - Smoke Weed Everyday | Текст песни

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• Dr Dre feat. Snoop Dogg - Smoke Weed Everyday

Smoke weed every day!
Hey hey ye weeey o-o-o
Smoke weed every day!
Hey hey ye weeey o-o-o
Smoke weed every day!
Hey hey ye weeey o-o-o
Smoke weed every day!
Hey hey heyeyey

D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOOOGG!)
La-da-da-da-dahh
You know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E.
(YEAH YEAH YEAH!
You know The West Cost is back, you sucker!)
What`s up with that?
(So blaze the weed up then!)
Blaze it up, blaze it up!
(Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, 'sup Snoop??)

Top Dogg, bite me all, nigga burn the shit up
D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up
C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up
And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up
Thug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin it up
Lowlife, yo' life, boy we livin it up
Takin chances while we dancin in the party fo' sho'
Slip my hoe a forty-fo' and she got in the back do'
Bitches lookin at me strange but you know I don't care
Step up...

D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOOOGG!)
La-da-da-da-dahh
You know I'm mobbin with the
D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOOOGG!)
La-da-da-da-dahh
You know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E.
(YEAH YEAH YEAH!
You know The West Cost is back, you sucker!)
What`s up with that?

Smoke weed every day!
Hey hey ye weeey o-o-o
Smoke weed every day!
Hey hey weeey o-o-o
Smoke weed every day!
Hey hey weeey o-o-o
Smoke weed every day!
Hey hey heyeyey

(Snoop) La-da-da-da-dahh
(Dr. Dre) It's the motherfuckin D.R.E.
(Snoop) La-da-da-da-dahhh
(Dr. Dre) You know I'm mobbin with the D-O-double-G

(Dr. Dre)
Straight off the fuckin streets of C-P-T
King of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet (Fleetwood)
or Coupe DeVille rollin on dubs
How you feelin whoopty=whoop nigga whut?
Dre and Snoop chronic'ed out in the 'llac
with Doc in the back, sippin on 'gnac (yeah)
Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods (what hoods?)
Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood!
South Central out to the Westside (wessyde)
It's California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pub
I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club
with my jeans on, and my team strong
Get my drink on, and my smoke on
Then go home with, somethin to poke on (whassup bitch?)
Loc it's on for the two-triple-oh
Comin real, it's the next episode...
Episode... Episode... Episode... Episode... Episode...
Sode... Sode... Sode... Sode... Sode...
So-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o...

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