From The D 2 The LBC (feat. Snoop Dogg)

Yeah, it's been a minute

This prolly shoulda happened a while ago

Fuck it, we're here now though, let's go

Yeah, man, what the fuck? Yo

Yo, Snoop, oh, man

Yo, let me see–, let me see them buds, I can't even–

Man, that shit the size of my hand, Dogg

The fuck?

That's how I know that I'm in the studio with the Doggy

In Californi' 'cause my homie from Long Beach

Always got that bomb weed

I feel a calm breeze

Every time I palm trees, just like that blonde bleach

I went platinum then so did my album

Calvin's turning me into a zombie

'Cause these buds are like the Hulk

They're twice the size that his arm be

And that is some strong green

Gotta contact, my contact lenses are foggy

I might end up in Walgreens pharmacy

With my arm asleep, gone off lean mixed with Dramamine

I will treat Paula Deen like a fuckin' human pin-ball machine

Bouncing balls off her tonsils

If y'all are seekin' the smoke, I got all the weed

I am a walking motherfuckin' marijuana leaf, and I'm here to stay

My reign's so definite, my longevity needs a hearing aid

Still wearing Hanes T-shirts, I done bodied some features with legendary names

Was there when Dre turned The Chronic to monetary gain

'Cause dope is addictive, just like they call it mari-ju-ana

'Cause like marriage, you wanna marry Jane

It's like you and Spider-Man feel the very same

My adversaries came, but these little degenerates are my lineage

And when it come to pockets, weren't many

If any as, skinny as mine, bitch, I was penniless

Now I'm plenty rich, and this shit don't make any sense

I was in the motherfuckin' pinch like a titty twist

Now I'm sitting as pretty as each penny is

While I'm penning this in the lab on you guinea pigs

I ain't finna fool 'em, and in fact, give me the semi

And when I pull the big guns out that trigger

Pull it, until the motherfuckin' shit runs out of bullets

Somebody better call a ambulance

If you live, it'll be miraculous

I got more hits than a contract killer

Like the caterpillars that don't got antennaes

Other words, I don't got no goddamn fillers

Mount Westmore, you did not plan for this

From Detroit all the way to Los Angeles

So put your doobies high if you reside in 213, let's see them blunts raised

Whether you Eastside or Westside of the 313, let's see them guns blaze

Make money moves like The Matrix

Make More Mount, motivation

Roll up one, meditation

I'm watchin' the moves you make, you might wanna stick to the basics

Military mindset, locked in, cocked in, make sure the mission is profitable

Ain't no mission impossib-ble

One phone call and my monsters'll go

Dump phones, hop in a Mazda and go

Fuck they, y'all stay, nigga, I'm finna go

You think you slick, boy, this crip

You ain't ready take it where I'm finna go

Mafia roots, you makin' a mockery of me

A monopoly, stick on my flow

My nigga, I'm moppin', don't step on my floor

Now niggas is copyin'

Niggas be opping through all of this opulence

Gave me a task, I conquer it

This ain't the time for ponderin'

You niggas is slanderin', this real shit, niggas be honorin'

You lookin' for followers, and not watchin' my niggas that's followin'

Nigga, fuck them likes, I'm yelling like: What? My niggas young problem

Eastside, East up, nigga, Eminem, woke the beast up

Let y'all ride, now a nigga want it back like the lease up

Think it's a game? You gon' see some'

Ain't no peace you'll be missin' a piece of

Nigga popped off, now sheets on 'em

Mom all mad, kids all sad, damn, my bad

Send a few coins to the coroner

Please make a sweet for 'em

Nigga, I don't hop on tracks, I leap on 'em

In the field with the cleats on 'em

Steve Jobs of the cannabis mob

It do time, nigga knew it be mine

Suge knew I'd go platinum the minute I signed

If you're lookin' for the facts, I'm a nigga to find

Young nigga sold crack in the middle of Pine

In the face of this crippin', Long Beach, these seas is different

Four man with the put on

Still gettin' bread with the niggas I put on

Yeah, yeah, I put my hood on

Shit got cold, I put my hood on, yeah, yeah

Marshall and Calvin, both from the gutters like public housin'

Now we're performin' for hundreds of thousands

Wearin' no makeup, but we still be clownin', motherfuckers

So put your doobies high if you reside in 213, let's see them blunts raised

Whether you Eastside or Westside of the 313, let's see them guns blaze

My Detroit niggas verse everybody

My Long Beach niggas verse everybody

My Detroit niggas leave with a body

My Long Beach niggas shoot up the party