Tonart: D minor
Verse 1
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Snoopy Track
(Album Version Explicit) (feat. Juvenile)
Jay Z
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Bounce
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Uhhh, uh- huh- uh- uhhh, uhh,
uh- huh
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This for my hustlers, uh- huh
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And for the bitches,
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yeah
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Verse 2
This is for my niggaz down
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in Houston on candy paint
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All my niggaz in the Dirty South,
Miami mayne
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All my niggaz in the A- T- L
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All them thugs that send slugs
through your clothes; holla at me
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It's for the black culture,
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Spanish chicks with the sweet chocha
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Spanish cats with the ki's of cocoa
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All the haters eat a dick they
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wanna see you brok- er
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I hope the heat stroke ya, the misery is over
All my deep smokers,
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I hope the leaf choke ya
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Hope you'll never be sober
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I'ma toast to myself
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I hope the Crist' get me,
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spiralin into a tizzy
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So pissy, swervin on the road dizzy
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May God protect my soul,
First do the flow sickly,
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niggaz is so shifty
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The fo'- fo' is like a force field,
I brought some folk with me,
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Brooklyn is loc'n with me
What the fuck?
Verse 3
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You know, we ride
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All day, all night
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Pop Crist, shoot dice
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Fuck hoes, for life
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All day, all night
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Pop Crist, shoot dice
Verse 4
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dough for takin off they clothes
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All them money makin honeys that
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slide down the poles
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All my educated chicks who
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All the baby mamas across
the globe; aiyyo
I like my women friends feminine
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I like my hoes on "X"
I like em bow- legged,
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With a dough fetish - the drive to go get it
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I like they toes proper,
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I like they clothes Prada
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I like they shoes Gucci, I like
new coochie
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I fucked a few groupies, in a few hoopties
I got em iceberg shit they
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thought I knew Snoopy
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I cop them Roc- a- Wear,
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the most they said is "not here"
I got they ears studded,
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both wrists baguetted
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I got a main chick, a mistress,
and a young bitch
Forget it I'm the don
Verse 5
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You know, we ride
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All day, all night
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Pop Crist, shoot dice
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Fuck hoes, for life
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All day, all night
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Pop Crist, shoot dice
Verse 6
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This is for my dice shooters, cats doin life
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By the time I get this kite to ya,
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I hope you doin alright
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Who got em platinum up? Who
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got the chicks in the truck?
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Too much to sit comfortably,
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Who shit is big pimpin?
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See the flow different
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I drop heavy then I let the four- fifth flip em
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I keep rappers talkin to kids,
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Jigga "Sixth Sense- d" em
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Don't mention my name and lames
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You see I'm so thorough,
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take on your whole borough
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Be so careful I hear the whistle
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from the fo'- fo' barrel
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Keep the flow Hovah; icy neck,
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Who click is closest to La
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Costra Nostra?
Verse 7
It's "The Roc"
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You know, we ride
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All day, all night
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Pop Crist, shoot dice
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Fuck hoes, for life
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You know, we ride
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Pop Crist, shoot dice
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Fuck hoes, for life
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You know, we ride
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All day, all night
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