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Snoop Dogg ~ Now Is The Time
| [Kokane & {Snoop Dogg}] Oh.......Chassa-dee {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy} From the LBC Chassa-dee {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy} La da da da da da da {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy} From the LB....LB {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy} [Tray Deee] What up cuz? You know aint nothin different on mines When I hit up motherfuckers with that look in my eyes It's a statement that I'm makin and aint takin no backtalk I'm blowin niggaz hats off as soon as my gat cough The last thought you rappin niggaz should think Is you can never get a scratch with Tray Deee on the beat On the streets over beef you dont compete with uno - you know The general a criminal do low Admit cuz I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it Niggaz timid in my vision I cause tension and thinkin By my presence I'm a answer to society's hate A true rider with the mind - I pushed him outta his way Fools petty and they ready steady comin with bullshit A full clip with jewell will hit like a mule kick A sure hit is all I'm aiming for when I blast Motherfuckers hit the deck once I go in the dash [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] Now is the time This is the place To bang back the khakis with the church fat lace West is the coast, east is the side Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride Money brings power, power brings respect Disrespect the set I gotsta grab the tech This is how it goes and thats how it's done Eastside 2-1 in the land of the fun [Tray Deee] Niggaz how ya figure that the game gon' wait I came home straight from the pen to take your place Aint no chase this paper comin soon as I post up And watch the victom's clock and catch him choppin his dough up Fuck the his host up stripped, gagged and roped up Take the whole cut and he be sure negotiative I'm ruthless I shoot crips and bloods alike Thug for life - come and catch the slug tonight Insane mental frame feel no shame or pitty Since the game is shitty I gotsta bang the city Trippin gangstas so I brang the terroristical heat Grab strap jacket mack to reach the tinted to peep This is the beach now any nigga got a rebuttal Kobe eatin what he speakin once he cant get the muzzle Struggle hard for my title and intend to hold it You want it? Then all invitations open [Chorus] [Tray Deee] I take seven old B's put 'em in the street Then thats seven more busta's who claim they got heat And then it takes seven more C's before I start to reach Then thats 2-1 for the set now lets stretch out in the streets Tray Deee never do it easy fool so dont expect it Niggas get checked and they sets disrespected No question I'm all you ever thought that you was Till you ran across the boss and now you coughin up blood Shoot first fools curse before they kick up dust Clip gon' bust then they gonna have to pick loc up All they talkin cause I'm chalkin whole districts off Since this loss a purple nigga's piss me off Conflict with my clique get your bitch ass touched All my comrads bomb back it's as sick as fuck 2-1 till I'm done never run from the turf Check the badge boy we mash on run get it even worse [Chorus] [Kokane & {Snoop Dogg}] [Kokane mumbling until the end] {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy} {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy} {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy} {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy} more free lyrics |