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letra de staxxx in my jeans - snoop dogg

staxxx in my jeans, phantom up in my garage [x2]
my pockets look like rerun, your pockets look like rodg.

it’s the same story, a n-gg- rich,
i’m on some n-gg- sh-t, and you’re n-gg- b-tch!
you better check ’em, tell ’em i’m off the chain,
i buck and bang, homie that’s only game,
oh i ain’t got a problem, you see me get the staxxx,
you see i bought the phantom, 24’s don’t come with that,
i’ve been around the world, check gripping every state,
you b-tch don’t like me, she fake, so people might call it hate,
but i don’t give a d-mn, a boss’s life is how i make that bread,
toss the mic and i’ll still be richer than rich and have you b-tch make my bed,
my pockets fat as sh-t, you n-gg-s mad as sh-t,
f-ck neither warner bro’s, i’m on some gladys sh-t,
many have tried and failed, sh-t i’m out on bail,
i make more cheese than your old man and he went to yale,
sh-t i went to jail, you can go to h-ll,
you got some sh-t to tell, i got some sh-t to sell.

[chorus:]
i got staxxx in my jeans phantom up in my garage,
i got staxxx in my jeans phantom up in my garage,
i got staxxx in my jeans phantom up in my garage (yeah!)
my pockets look like rerun, your pockets look like rodg.

candy paint dripping, look at all them bags,
i had to show and brag, ’cause being broke’s a drag,
i gotta get this paper, my kids they gotta eat!
we got a lot of heat, just case them dollars, cease,
been out for balling, shot calling and i make that change,
and i don’t want the range, chop that spray on things,
that’s how gangsters do it, we get our green and bricks,
we put our green in blunts, you spend your green on chicks,
i’m on some player sh-t, dynasty straight lakers sh-t,
cook it up on some baker sh-t, and chop it up on some paper b-tch!
i got my mind right, and my money right,
if you ain’t in the game for the money, you the funny type,
and i’m laughing my -ss off, phantom with the mask off,
legal, so they hating when i gas off,
you know how snoopy does it, phantom, don’t b-tch touch it,
one hundred thousand a show, i’m getting dough like f-ck!

[chorus]

look how that flag hanging, g-ngb-nging i ain’t no punk,
maintain till that thing came out the truck, make that (a)k go pop pop pop!
i’m about my bidness boy, making money never been so smooth,
you b-tch you’re about to lose, ’cause she’s about to choose!
and that’s the way it goes, s n double o,
you want that quiet type, i want that trouble ho!
now go get paper girl, yeah, i meant for real,
one time i told a b-tch not to come back till she got two thousand dollars in two dollar bills! (wow!)
that’s cold game, a ho thing,
i’m high as soul plane, i smoked the whole thing,
you know how daddy do it, i’m true to it,
i take a cocaine, bew it then put some blue to it!
that’s some gangster sh-t, these hoes love this gangster d-ck,
khaki’s and some gangster kicks, yeah, b-tch, that’s my gangster fit,
i’m balling boy, and you ain’t got to ask,
she all about this pimping, i’m all about this cash,

[chorus]

- snoop dogg

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