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letra de all i want - snoop dogg

[intro: snoop dogg]
what’s happin’ cuzz?
just sittin’ back checkin’ out the muhf-ckin’ game
seein’ all these suckers claim to be gangstas, wannabe gangstas
rappin’ gangsta
but ain’t puttin’ in no motherf-ckin’ work
issues
it’s real sh-t
n-ggas is hoes
heh heh

[chorus: snoop dogg]
all i want is to make good music
and all i got is these tools that amuse ’em
my life at times
seems so confusin’ but i got mines
and i don’t wanna lose it
my girl don’t know about all the sh-t i been goin’ through
i can’t talk to her no more ’cause she don’t wanna do
what pimpin’ say, so pimpin’ gon’ pimp on
i’m back to the turf and i’m still gettin’ my crip on
i slip on my tip on
boot bam bip on, sip on my fo-oh e ’cause i’m a true og

[verse 1: snoop dogg]
and it’s the k!ller season, k!lla fo rillah
it’s either ’bout a b-tch or it’s usually scrilla (so, so, so?)
so ya best to keep ya cameras on (why, why, why?)
that’s even why ya trickin’ with ya jamas on
cause you never know that hoe might be one of mine
and if she is you better know the b-tch is bonafide and qualified, trifling, knifing, slicing, could your wife and on some real sh-t i’m just that type and i been nice to n-ggas
but f-ck all that nice sh-t, i’m busting on you suckers for the set and that’s twice b-tch
that n-gga crooked i sound like a white b-tch
and kurupt, he nervous, twitchin’ like a snitch [?]
how many times must i say it for y’all?
once, puppies and snoop is the big dog (woof, woof, woof)
with the big b-lls i stand up to your boss, throw ya tapes in the washed up rapper catalogue (hah hah hah haaaaa)
f-ck ya’ll
see snoop dogg live
get tickets as low as $18
[chorus: snoop dogg]
all i want is to make good music
and all i got is these tools that amuse ’em
my life at times
seems so confusin’ but i got mines
and i don’t wanna lose it
my girl don’t know about all the sh-t i been goin’ through
i can’t talk to her no more ’cause she don’t wanna do
what pimpin’ say, so pimpin’ gon’ pimp on
i’m back to the turf and i’m still gettin’ my crip on
i slip on my tip on
boot bam bip on, sip on my fo-oh e ’cause i’m a true og

[verse 2: bad azz]
too many times i told ya, ya gotta live ya life, ya can’t be waitin’ ’round tryna grind when ya shine is over
ya push the line ya soldier, i’m young at heart but i take time to make wise decisions ’cause my mind is older
i run with gangstas baby
haters and traitors lately
they been anxiously watin’ to infiltrate us, hey
they only plot to top us, but can’t do sh-t to stop us, f-ck ’em
they only made us go and get the choppers
don’t make me shoot somebody, i’m just a loose cannon
i just wanna live, people make me wanna shoot at ’em
give ’em a slug, f-ck it
c-ck back the snub, bust it
empty a six pack right in his bucket and tuck it
and keep on movin’ ’bout your bidness, i ain’t seen sh-t
n-gga don’t be tryna say i’m [?] and i’m wit it
all day, regardless how it fall out
once it’s on, it’s on, we never finna stall out (what)
[snoop dogg talking]
that’s real
in life you usually get what you ask for (who want some?)
so accept what you got comin’

- snoop dogg

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